Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-19 -
MMoM Day 19 |
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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.
Additional note: See note at bottom for the fic referenced in this one.
"I think it's time for another bet, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said as we sat down to watch a holovid together.
"Another bet?" I asked, a bit confused.
"You do remember our bet of a few years ago, don't you?"
I thought for a moment and then smiled as it all came back to me. Not long after we'd become lovers, Obi-Wan took me to a public holovid theater. The movie he'd chosen was a pornographic holovid, about a young Padawan who looked amazingly similar to Obi-Wan, and two Masters who used him for their pleasure. I hadn't needed to tell Obi-Wan that seeing that type of holovid had been a first for me. He knew, and enjoyed himself immensely at my expense. In more ways than one.
He'd offered up a bet, and while a bit apprehensive, I'd gone along with him. We were to masturbate while watching the holovid, and the first one to come, lost the bet. Except in truth, there were no losers, for the bet was that the loser would be the winner's sex slave for one standard week. Unbeknownst to me, Obi-Wan had masturbated shortly before we left to see the holovid, giving him the edge he'd needed to win the bet.
"We never have had an opportunity for me to pay off that bet, have we?" I asked, smiling at him.
"Well, it has been difficult to find a week we could spend together without interruptions, in order to take full advantage of the bet."
"How ironic that here we've been presented with an entire month alone and yet still I cannot fulfill the terms of our agreement."
"I'm not worried, my Master" Obi-Wan said with a grin. "Besides, aren't you always telling me 'Having to wait for something you desire makes the getting of it all the more sweeter?'"
"So you have been listening!" I teased. "Does your old Master's heart good to find out after all these years, my Padawan has actually learned a thing or three from me."
He sighed and shook his head at me. "I'm the one growing old before my time at having to put up with the likes of you."
I laughed and reached over to give him a hug. "You keep me young, my Obi-Wan."
He hugged me back, as best he could, given that we were sitting side by side in two theater type chairs with arm-rests between us.
"So," I said, settling back in my chair. "The same bet?"
"In a manner of speaking," he grinned over at me. "Double the time length to two standard weeks."
"Well, I suppose it won't be any more difficult to find two weeks to spend alone with you than it has been to find one."
"Gives me something to always look forward to," Obi-Wan chuckled.
"You are assuming you will win this time as well?"
"Qui-Gon. I KNOW I will win again."
"Such an arrogant young Padawan I have," I said sweetly.
"It is not considered arrogance if one is confident of one's abilities," Obi-Wan deadpanned.
It was my turn to shake my head sadly at him. "If one is going to quote one's Master, one needs to be certain he can back up his claims."
"I'm ready whenever you are," he laughed. "But there are one or two things you should know before we begin."
"And those one or two things would be?"
"First of all, I don't have a porno-vid for us to watch."
"As I recall, we've done quite well without visuals in the past," I smirked at Obi-Wan. "And the second?"
"This time, instead of seeing who lasts the longest, the winner is the one who can come first."
"Ah, I see now why you believe yourself the winner."
"And why is that?" he asked, trying to sound superior.
"You've had far more recent experience in getting off quickly than I have."
He looked at me, waiting for me to explain, so I continued. "Wasn't it just a few years ago that you went through that phase of masturbating several times a day?"
He started to blush, and I had to smile at him.
"All the while trying to do it in a manner that would keep me unaware of what you were doing in the fresher?"
"You knew." A statement, not a question.
"Of course I knew, Obi-Wan. If your faulty shields hadn't given you away, your flushed face when you came out of the fresher would have."
He groaned and rolled his eyes. "Well, I do appreciate your at least allowing me the fantasy that you didn't know what I was doing."
I sighed theatrically. "All in the duties of being the Master to a young, vibrant, male Padawan who is just discovering his sexuality."
"The bet?" he asked, obviously trying to change the subject.
"The bet. Yes. I agree to the terms. Are we going to watch any particular vid, or just each other?"
Instead of answering, Obi-Wan stood up, took off his tunic and slipped out of his leggings. Then he turned the chair around so that he was facing me. He sat back down and looked expectantly at me. I grinned, and followed his lead, quickly removing my own clothing.
"Good choice," I said as I sat back down. "Watching you masturbate is far more erotic than anything I might see on a holovid."
He smiled at me, and then reached down and took his half-erect cock in his hand. I did the same. "Since this is all about speed, I suggest we begin," he said, putting words to actions.
And so we did.
Both of us began quickly stroking our shafts with one hand, while playing with our nipples with the other. It felt odd to deliberately try to get off in a hurry, as opposed to just taking our time and enjoying it. Not that I wasn't enjoying what I was doing. Or to be more precise, I was enjoying what Obi-Wan was doing to himself. He was, without a doubt, the embodiment of eroticism as he slid his fist up and down his cock. As he tweaked and squeezed his nipples. As he groaned and sighed his pleasure.
Force, but I loved seeing him like this. My beautiful wanton lover.
I could feel his arousal through our bond, could feel his enjoyment as he brought himself closer and closer. It was incredible, so much so that I almost forgot what I was supposed to be doing, and had to force myself to quicken my pace.
He slid down in his chair, spreading his legs wide, and I watched, dry-mouthed, as he moved his hand down his chest and began fondling his balls. I squeezed my cock harder, squeezed one nipple harder, and watched as he pumped his shaft using long, fast strokes. He was so beautiful, and I wanted him so badly.
And then he made that noise. The noise that always signals his impending orgasm. The noise that made my balls ache and my erection throb with need. Almost there! Oh, Force, I was so close. He groaned loudly, the sound coming from deep in his chest, and I felt my balls tighten and my own orgasm rush through my body. And then it was over, and I was just a split second behind him in finding my release.
We sat there, watching each other, our rapid breathing and sweaty bodies giving testament to just how powerful our orgasms had been.
"You lost!" he grinned at me.
"Not really," I answered. "Not if loosing means I get to be your sex slave for two weeks."
"But you don't know what this Master might ask of you."
"I can hardly wait to find out," I answered honestly.
Fini
Note: The fic referenced is Movie Madness, which I wrote two years ago and was my first ever MMoM offering. It can be found on the MA archive at: http://216.224.91.237/archive/m/movie_madness.html, or at my site at http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali/movie_madness.htm.