Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-14 -
MMoM Day 14 |
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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.
This one hasn't been betad. You've been warned.
We probably shouldn't bathe together any more.
I blame Obi-Wan entirely for our latest near miss-today. After all, how can anyone expect me to keep my hands off him? This delectable creature I'm being forced to live with and not touch? This beautiful wanton lover of mine, the epitome of temptation and desire, who not only haunts my dreams at night, but is slowly invading my mind during every waking moment?
I'm beginning to suspect that Obi-Wan might be right about the people of MMoM having an ulterior motive for bringing us here. Not that I think we're here just for the sexual gratification of a bunch of "horny women", as he put it yesterday. But I do know that by the time this is done, neither Obi-Wan nor I will have any problems spending the day making love with each other.
Which, ultimately, is what our hosts want. Their gods are not concerned with the number of times we reach orgasm together during the ceremony, but how intense our actual lovemaking will be. I have no doubt we shall not disappoint on that score.
But I digress.
Since we are required to take three baths a day, we'd fallen in the habit of taking at least two of them together. Until today, both of us had even managed to keep most anything of a sexual nature at bay during these times.
It started innocently enough. We were in the large bathtub together and Obi-Wan asked me to turn around so he could wash my hair. Nothing unusual in that. I turned around and he began washing my hair. It was relaxing, and I soon found myself adrift in Obi-Wan's wonderful ministrations.
I was feeling well-loved and quite content with my lot in life.
Obi-Wan sat behind me, his legs stretched out on either side of me, as he massaged my scalp, neck and shoulders. I almost felt as if I was floating, surrounded by my Obi-Wan.
At some point, I also became very aroused.
When I came to my senses, I was turned around, was up on my knees, and had Obi-Wan pinned to the back wall of the bathtub. I was kissing him with fourteen days worth of pent up passion. It didn't help that he was as equally aroused as I, evidenced by the needy noises he made as he held me fiercely to him.
Shocked at my behavior, I jerked away from him. We stared at each other, both of us gasping for breath. I was appalled at my behavior, couldn't believe what I'd almost done. "Obi-Wan. I . . . I apologize, I don't know what happened."
"No, Master, please don't apologize," he said, rising to stand on what I could see were very shaky legs.
I could sympathize, as I was fairly certain mine wouldn't hold me at all.
"It's not as if I wasn't willing," Obi-Wan continued, as he stepped out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and tossed it in my direction, and I somehow managed to catch it before it fell into the water.
A few minutes later, we sat across from each other at the dining table, both of us gripping hot mugs of spiced tea. We talked for a long time about what had almost happened. About what our true mission on this planet was. About how we would have felt if we'd given in to our baser desires. And we talked about our love for one another, and the strength it gave us.
I truly don't blame Obi-Wan. And I made sure he knew that.
Afterwards, we held each other and masturbated together. Soft and slow and careful. And it was good.
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