Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-20 -
MMoM Day 20 |
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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.
I was dreaming, and it was one of those rare times when I was actually aware of being in a dream-state.
Obi-Wan and I were back in our quarters at the Temple on Coruscant, and we were making slow, sweet love together. We were in our bed, our room glowing softly in the pre-dawn light, and I couldn't remember ever feeling happier than I did at that moment.
I held Obi-Wan in my arms, his body a wonderful weight on top of me, as he slowly slid his erection deeper and deeper into what felt like my very soul. His hands cradled my head and he was trailing soft kisses all over my face, returning time and again to my mouth to allow me to drink from his sweet, tender lips.
Declarations of love and devotion passed back and forth between us, a soft murmuring of quiet voices interspersed with the sighs and moans of our combined pleasure. Everything around me faded to nothingness, my focus only on the feelings of being in love with and being loved by my Obi-Wan. Time ceased to matter, and I didn't know if we'd been making love for moments or for eons. All I knew was that I wanted to remain just as we were, forever.
"I love you, Obi-Wan," I murmured softly. "I need you, my love. So good. Want you. Love you. Love this."
All at once I was awake and swearing softly as I forced myself to stop thrusting my hips into Obi-Wan's lower back. We were lying on our sides, with me wrapped around him from behind. Luckily, my shaft was still far enough away from where I desperately wanted it to be, that I knew we had, once again, averted disaster. Obi-Wan was still asleep, though obviously my intense desire for him had bled through our bond, for he had his hand around his fully erect penis, and was slowly stroking himself.
I watched him, feeling the need in my lower belly go from a dull ache to a throbbing, angry, hunger. I felt as if I were balanced on the precipice of a steep cliff, as a fierce inner battle raged within me. My desire to just take him, shove my aching cock deep inside of him and end this torture, warred against my better judgment. Thankfully, my better judgment won out.
I couldn't believe I had sunk so low that I would actually ALLOW myself to even consider doing such a thing. Anger at not being able to better control my baser desires welled up inside of me, threatening to choke me. Obi-Wan mumbled something in his sleep, and I realized my emotions were still bleeding through our bond. No longer stroking his cock, he had curled a bit more into himself and his face bore an expression of concern and confusion.
Giving myself a mental shake, I took a calming breath and quickly released my negative emotions into the Force. Where they belonged. As I did that, I could see Obi-Wan visibly relax into a deeper sleep. I sent him a suggestion through our bond to rest peacefully and then carefully extracted myself from around his body.
I walked through our now dark and silent quarters, feeling restless and out-of-sorts. I briefly considered meditation, but knew I was too edgy to truly get much out of it. At least my erection had finally subsided, though the ache in my belly was still making itself known. Finally deciding a shower would help my frazzled nerves, I went into the fresher, set the control to water instead of sonic, and set the water temperature to hot. Really hot.
I stepped beneath the nearly scalding spray, rested my forearm against the wall and leaned my head against my arm. I stood that way a long time, allowing the streaming wet heat to sluice over the back of my head, neck and shoulders. Eyes closed, I was determined not think about anything. I believed I'd succeed quite well until the image of Obi-Wan masturbating in our bed suddenly exploded behind my tightly closed lids. I gasped loudly, and almost stumbled as my knees threatened to give out.
Obi-Wan must have wakened shortly after I'd left our bed and had easily deduced where I was. And more importantly, why I wasn't with him. Knowing he couldn't yet give me what we both so badly wanted, he'd decided to do the next best thing. He let me know he was masturbating, and urged me, through our bond, to do the same. Which I did.
A short time later, I rejoined Obi-Wan in our bed. He gave me a sleepy smile, turned over and snuggled back into my arms. "Love you, Qui-Gon," he mumbled softly.
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