Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-21 -
MMoM Day 21 |
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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 slept late this morning, a result, I suppose, of my late-night restlessness during the night before. Even with the additional hour or so of sleep, however, I still felt irritable. I did my best to release as much of the negative feelings as I could, but I was having a difficult time of it today. Knowing Obi-Wan and I had become far too close for him not to notice my bad mood, I chose to spend most of the day alone. Citing the need to review recent mission briefings from a Knight and her new Padawan, I retreated to the library.
Several times throughout the day, Obi-Wan came in to see if I needed anything, or to ask if I was ready for a break and felt like meditating with him, or if I wanted to join him for noon meal. Each of his queries were solicitous and polite and each were met with an equally polite rebuff. I wasn't fooling him, of that I had no doubt. But I wasn't ready to interact with him either.
By late afternoon I could sense his growing frustration with me. Which only seemed to fuel my own irritation. I didn't raise my shields against him, but I made it clear, through our bond, that I preferred solitude in that as well.
After leaving me alone for nearly three hours, he came in and asked if I would join him for third meal. Didn't ask if I wanted to, just asked if I would.
"I have several more reports to get through," I answered, rather gruffly. Not even bothering to look at him as he stood beside me, I continued, "I'd like to finish and have them back to the Council before I retire for the evening."
He stood there a few minutes longer, his feelings of bewilderment and sadness almost palpable between us. I finally turned to look at him, and what I saw on his face only added a good measure of guilt to the heavy mix of negative emotions I was already experiencing. Instead of addressing the situation between us, I chose to continue and try to hide from it.
"Was there something else?" I asked Obi-Wan.
He looked at me a long moment, his gaze unwavering. "No, Master, there is nothing else," he said finally. And with that, he turned and began walking towards the door. He'd only taken a few steps, however, when he stopped and turned around again.
"Yes, Qui-Gon, there is something else."
I glared at him, waiting for him to go on, not willing to even acknowledge his nervousness.
"For the first time since we've become lovers, I am truly confused as to which role I am supposed to be playing today."
"What are you talking about, Padawan?" I snapped.
"That's a perfect example," he said, keeping his eyes locked with mine.
"That's a perfect example of what?" I said angrily, "Obi-Wan, I am not in the mood to play guessing games with you. We shall discuss this further when you are willing to speak plainly." I turned around and picked up the data pad I'd been reading.
"Are you dismissing me as a Master would his Padawan? Or as my lover?" he asked quietly.
I whirled back around in my chair. "What difference does it make?"
"It makes all the difference, Qui-Gon. If you are dismissing me as your Padawan, then I ask for your pardon and will leave you alone. If you are dismissing me as your lover, then I think we have a few more things to talk about other than your bad mood."
I opened my mouth, a sharp retort on my tongue, when I suddenly realized who I was, and more importantly, how I was treating Obi-Wan. I closed my mouth and sighed softly.
"Obi-Wan . . . Padawan . . .it is I who humbly begs your forgiveness. Neither my Padawan nor my lover, nor anyone else for that matter, should be treated in the manner I've treated you today."
"Qui-Gon, I . . ." he began, but I interrupted him.
"Would you sit with me for a bit, and talk about this with me?" I asked, indicating the chair he was standing nearest to.
He didn't smile. He didn't move towards the chair. He merely stood there and looked at me. "You haven't meditated or eaten anything all day," he said quietly. "If you would like, I'd be willing to join you in either one or both of those activities. But honestly, I'd rather us not try to talk about it right now." He turned and began to walk away.
"Obi-Wan, wait."
He stopped and turned around again.
I left my chair and made my way over to where he stood. "I've spent far too much time alone today," I told him sincerely. "I would welcome your company during both my meal and my meditation."
We ate in relative silence, though it was not the angry silence of which I certainly deserved. Afterwards, we settled on our knees in front of each other, and spent the next few hours in deep meditation. I'm not certain what Obi-Wan was meditating on, but there was no question as to what my focus would be. My attitude today and all that went along with it.
When I opened my eyes, it was to find Obi-Wan awake and watching me. Before I could say anything, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "Feeling better?" he asked as he sat back.
"Very much, Obi-Wan."
"Would you join me in a cup of tea?"
At my nod, he gracefully rose to his feet and headed for the kitchen. I got up, put away our meditation mats, and went down the hall to the exercise room. When Obi-Wan joined me, I had opened the window/wall, and was sitting in front of the glass, looking out at the nighttime sky. Obi-Wan handed me a cup and sat down on the floor beside me. And we talked.
I apologized and we spent a long time talking about how unfair I'd been to Obi-Wan, today. How I treated him like my lover, in allowing him to see my irritation, but then turned around and treated him like my Padawan, when I wanted him to leave me alone. We talked about how just the other day he'd admitted to never having even seen me in a bad mood, and then suddenly I was letting him have it with both barrels. And I told him how grateful I was, again, that he was a part of my life.
By the time we were finished, I had moved behind Obi-Wan and was gently massaging his neck and shoulders while we talked. He reached up and took both of my hands in his and leaned back against me, pulling my arms down and around his waist. It was the perfect position for me to nuzzle his ear and neck, which I took full advantage of. He murmured happily, and snuggled deeper between my legs.
"Would you do something for me, Qui-Gon?" he asked softly.
"All you need to do is ask, love," I murmured against his neck.
"That night you danced in the male stripper club, I noticed there were other dancers moving about the customers, and some of them would occasionally do a special dance just for that customer."
"Ah, you want a lap dance, then?"
"I want a masturbation lap dance, Qui-Gon."
I chuckled softly. "I am so sorry, but the dancers aren't allowed to show their genitalia to the customers, sir."
"Perhaps a certain dancer would be willing to make an exception?" His hands were on my thighs, and as he spoke, he began to lightly run his fingers up and down my legs.
"Mmm. Oh I think perhaps an exception can be made for such a special customer as yourself," I whispered huskily.
He slipped out of my grasp, and was up and on his feet before I could voice a protest. "You'll need to get out of those clothes," he grinned as he moved a chair in front of the window.
I stood up and easily removed my tunic and leggings, watching him with curiosity as he knelt in front of the trunk and rummaged through it. A moment later he returned with several of the scarves.
"Are you planning to bind your dancer, sir?" I asked.
"Oh no, my dancer, that would never do. You are going to bind me." He sat down on the chair and held out the scarves to me. "Can't have the customer groping the dancer, now can we?"
I knelt in front of him, uncertain as to what he wanted me to do.
"Tie my hands to the side of the chair," he said, smiling at me. "That way I can't touch you while you are dancing."
Using two scarves, I quickly tied each of his wrists to the side of the chair. When I was finished, I leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth, flooding our bond with all of my love for him. When I pulled back, he groaned softly, and I smiled at him. I stood up, straddled his thighs with mine, and sat down on his knees. And then I began to masturbate for him.
Starting with my nipples, I rubbed them, pinched them and rolled them between my fingers until they were hard and aching. His eyes were glued to my hands as I tweaked and flicked each nipple, and knowing it would please him, I gave voice to my pleasure. Instead of swallowing back my moans and soft sighs, I gave them to him, as a gift. He drank in each sound I made, allowing me to feel his growing arousal through our bond.
I slid one hand down my stomach, carded my fingers through the hair at the base of my cock and then slowly wrapped my fist around my erection. I took my time, allowing my pleasure to grow and fill me, sharing that pleasure with my Obi-Wan. I brought my other hand down and ran one finger across the top of my penis, spreading the wetness gathering there in ever widening circles. I continued to stroke my hardness, feeling the large vein that ran the length of it beat in time to my quickening pulse.
He added his voice to mine, a quiet moan here, a soft sigh there, as he watched me bringing pleasure to myself.
"Do you like this, Obi-Wan?" I whispered huskily.
"Oh, Force, yes," he answered, never taking his eyes from my groin.
He licked his lips, and I could remember exactly how it felt to have his hot, wet tongue sliding around my cock. I watched him watching me, watched as his pupils dilated and his cheeks became flushed. I continued to squeeze and stroke my shaft with one hand and brought my other hand back up to my nipples, wetting each one with the seed I'd gathered from my leaking erection.
He groaned softly and licked his lips again, his desire rolling off him in white hot waves. I glanced down at his lap, at the hard bulge in his leggings, and decided it was time to ease his discomfort. With a flick of the Force, I undid the scarves binding his wrists, while at the same time, I slid off of his lap and on to my knees in front of him. He looked at me in surprise, even as his hands went to his waist to undo his leggings.
"Yes, Obi-Wan, come with me," I murmured, looking up into his eyes.
He released a ragged sigh as he pulled his shaft from the tight confines of his leggings. He quickly went to work, pumping his fist roughly up and down his cock, and I matched him stroke for stroke.
With a harsh gasp, I came, feeling my seed spurt from deep inside of my balls. His groan told me he'd followed me over the edge.
After we'd cleaned ourselves up, we sat back down in front of the large window, and watched the stars in the beautiful night sky.
Fini