Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-12 -
MMoM Day 12 |
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali
Category: PWP
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: A series of short snippets, all from Qui-Gon's POV, focusing on his love for Obi-Wan, and their relationship.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
My thanks to TheRose for her quick beta tonight. Though all errors are still mine.
"Tell me one of your fantasies."
We were sitting on the large sofa together, sharing a carafe of wine thoughtfully provided to us by our hosts. It was late in the day, and shadows drifted languidly throughout the common room. I had my arm draped around his shoulders, and both of us had our feet propped up on a low table.
"One of my fantasies?" I asked him, trying not to sound surprised at his request.
"Yes, Qui-Gon. One of your fantasies. I know you have them. Everyone does."
"You are my fantasy, Obi-Wan," I said, smiling over at him. "You are everything I've ever needed. Everything I've ever wanted. Each moment with you is a fantasy come true for me."
Obi-Wan smiled softly and slipped his arm around my waist, snuggling deeper into my side. I pressed a kiss to the top of his head, and held him close. He was quiet for a bit, though I could tell his mind was busily trying to find a way to get what he wanted from me. Not that he ever had to try very hard. When it came to Obi-Wan as my lover, there was nothing I would deny him. I don't think I could even if I wanted to.
"I have fantasies, Qui-Gon," he admitted quietly. "Some are about things we've already done together, some are about things we haven't done, but I hope one day we will. And some are about things I'd truly only want to fantasize about."
"You don't consider a fantasy an unconscious desire, then?" I didn't think that way, but I know it is a common assumption among many.
"Of course not," he said, rising up to look at me. "I may fantasize about being tied up and watching you have sex with someone else, but I promise you, I truly don't desire that."
"You fantasize about watching me have sex with someone else?" I asked, curiously.
He blushed and grinned. "Oh yes, Qui-Gon, and it's quite a turn on. Because I know it's only a fantasy. The very idea of you actually having sex with anyone else only makes me angry."
"What else do you fantasize about?"
He laughed and returned to his earlier position, snuggled next to me. "Oh no you don't, Master Jinn. It's your turn now."
"Well, I do have one recurring fantasy. It would fall into your third category, something that would never happen in real life."
"I'm listening," he said, taking another drink of his wine.
"And it does involve a third person," I said, looking down at him to gauge his reaction.
He took another drink. "I'm still listening."
"In my fantasy," I began, thoughtfully, "I'm alone in bed. It's very late, and I'm waiting for you to come home. I'm hungry for you, as I always am."
"Hmm," Obi-Wan murmured softly. "So far, so good."
"I hear you come in, and I reach out to you, through our bond. But I can't quite connect with you. You walk into our bedroom and stop. You are staring at me. Hungrily. I'm naked and fully aroused. And I'm very happy to see you.
"'Come here,' I growl, expecting you to immediately obey. But you just stand there, staring at me. And then someone else enters the room, behind you, and I can't see who it is."
"Just a minute, Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan interrupted. "Let's get rid of these." He took my glass from my hand and leaned forward, placing both of our glasses of wine on the table. Settling back against me, he undid his leggings and freed his erection. "You too," he said, waving at my lap.
"Good idea," I agreed, doing as he'd bid.
Once we both were comfortable again, I continued. "I try to get a sense of who is with you, but all I can feel is you. And then you step aside, and I get a good look at your companion. I gasp in shock, unable to believe what I am seeing. I rub my eyes, but when I open them, he is still there. It is you. Another you."
"You fantasize about having sex with two of me?" Obi-Wan asked, his surprise evident in his voice.
"What better to fantasize about, than having two of you to pleasure, and two of you to bring me pleasure?"
"Good point," he laughed.
"Because it's my fantasy," I continued once again, "I don't question how or why there are two of you. I merely take my own advice and 'live in the moment.'"
Obi-Wan laughed again, but I could see he was actually quite aroused by what I was sharing with him. That I was aroused was a given.
"Both of you begin undressing, and a moment later, I have an Obi-Wan on either side of me. I kiss first one and then the other, and it is incredible. Then the two of you take over. One of you slides down and begins to make love to my cock while the other one pays attention to my nipples. You are good. Both of you are so good at what you are doing to me.
"You are sucking my cock, your tongue moving in slow circles around it. You are biting my nipples, first one and then the other, leaving them aching wonderfully. Leaving me aching wonderfully."
Obi-Wan groaned loudly beside me. I opened my eyes, never realizing I'd even shut them, and looked down at him. He was stroking his shaft using long, quick strokes, running his thumb over and around the head of his penis with each up stroke. I had to close my eyes again, as my arousal seemed to almost double at the sight of him masturbating. Knowing it was my fantasy that had him so turned on.
"When the two of you have me writhing on the bed, nearly mindless with need, you both stop and urge me up. One of you crawls in front of me, positioning yourself on your back. You spread your legs in invitation, and you are so beautiful. You are always so beautiful to me like this. The other you guides me forward, and with a groan of ecstasy, I enter your tight, white heat.
"I begin to slowly thrust in and out of you, hearing the sounds of your pleasure, while the other you moves behind me. I know what is coming, and I wonder how I'll be able to stand it. Being inside of you while you are inside of me. Taking and being taken by you at the same time."
Obi-Wan's breath hitched in his throat, and I groaned at the glorious sound of it. He was close now, I could feel it, and so was I.
"The you behind me stops my motions, your hands on my hips holding tightly, and I feel your hardness pushing past the tight muscles at the entrance to my body, pushing inside of me. With one long thrust, you are buried deep within me. And nothing, nothing has ever felt as incredibly good as this does.
"You begin to slowly pull out of me and I follow your lead, slowly pulling out of the you beneath me. I want you to move faster, harder, and you do. And I do. The three of us easily find a rhythm, sliding in, pulling out, and it is fantastic. With each stroke you nudge my prostate, and with each stroke I nudge yours, and I'm flying. We all are flying higher and higher and it can't last.
"The you beneath me reaches down and grabs your cock, pumping and squeezing in time to our thrusts. You are moaning beneath me and grunting behind me, and it is more than I can take. I begin to shudder wildly, no longer able to maintain any type of rhythm. I just know I have to shove harder, you have to shove harder, and we do, and we are close, so close.
"Suddenly the you beneath me arches up, your whole body freezing, and then your essence is spurting hotly between us. With a roar, I let go, filling your body with my seed, and the you behind me groans loudly and follows us over the edge."
Obi-Wan groaned, the sound exactly like the sound in my fantasy, and I opened my eyes just in time to watch him come. And in life, just as in my fantasy, I followed him over the edge.
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