Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-24 -
MMoM Day 24 |
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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.
"Exactly how do we play this game?" I asked Obi-Wan, as I settled on the floor across from him.
Once again, we were in the exercise room, sitting in front of the window. We were both enjoying the view of the garden bathed in the late afternoon sunlight. Obi-Wan had the toy chest open beside us, and was shuffling an old fashioned deck of playing cards he'd found while exploring our quarters.
"It's called 'Blackjack', or '21'," Obi-Wan said, as he began flipping the cards over, face-up, onto the floor. "The cards with numbers on them are worth their face value. These cards, the King, the Queen and the Jack are worth ten points. The Ace," he pointed to a different card, "can be worth eleven points or one point, depending on what you need."
He gathered up the cards and began shuffling them again. "Each of us get one card turned down," he put one in front of me, face down, and one in front of him. "Then we get a second card, face up." He placed a seven on top of my first card, and he got a King. "Now, you are trying to get as close to a total of twenty-one points without going over." He lifted his bottom card slightly, just enough to see the value. I did the same. I had a three, giving me a total of ten points.
"The rules say the dealer must 'hit', or take another card, when he has sixteen points or less, and must 'stand' at seventeen points or more. There are a few other rules, if you really wanted to get into this, but these are the basics." He looked over at me. "Got it?"
"I believe I do," I told him. "And I assume the toys in the trunk are in some way related to this game?"
Obi-Wan grinned as he answered, "The loser of each hand must do as the winner requests."
"I see," I mused, nodding my head. "And the loser MUST do as the winner asks, no matter what?"
"If you are willing," he answered seriously.
"Oh, I'm very willing, Obi-Wan," I assured him.
He smiled then, and it was the smile that lights up his entire face and makes my heart surge with love each and every time I see it. "Oh, there is one thing, though," he chuckled.
"There always is, isn't there?"
He ignored me, and continued, "The winner can only request one thing per win."
"Meaning?" I asked.
"You can't ask me to stroke my cock if you haven't already asked me to take off my leggings. Or at least, to have pulled it out on a previous win."
I nodded again. "Well, that makes perfect sense. Shall we begin?"
Obi-Wan took another look at his card before answering. "Do you want to play a hand or two first, just to make sure you understand how it's done?"
"That won't be necessary, Obi-Wan. Your explanation was sufficient." I didn't have to look at my hand before I answered. A fact that was not lost on Obi-Wan, judging by the look on his face. "So, what happens now?"
"If you want another card, I add it to your pile, face up. If you are happy with your score, just flip your other card over. Once you have either gone over twenty-one, or are happy with your score, it will be my turn."
"Yes, I want one."
"Hit me," Obi-Wan said, as he flipped another card onto my pile. A two this time, giving me a total of twelve.
"Excuse me?"
Obi-Wan chuckled. "That's what you say when you want another card."
"I see. Well, hit me, then."
A King landed on my pile. Obi-Wan watched me expectantly.
"No, that's enough," I told him.
He picked up his bottom card and neatly flipped it over. It was a seven. "Dealer stands at seventeen," he sighed.
"What shall I do?"
"Well, you could flip over your card to start with, so I can see how badly you beat me."
"But Obi-Wan," I grinned, as I showed him my card. "I lost."
"You went bust!" he laughed.
"I believe that's what I said, Obi-Wan. Now what shall I do?"
"Hmm," he said thoughtfully. "I've got it. I want you to kiss me."
I leaned over and put my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him towards me. I kissed him softly, using just my lips. When he slipped out his tongue, however, I pulled back.
"I wasn't finished," he said, trying to sound indignant.
"You didn't say anything about kissing me," I said, grinning at him.
"So that's how it's going to be, then?" he said, trying NOT to grin at me.
"We are Jedi, Obi-Wan. We must follow the rules."
He rolled his eyes and sighed painfully. "Yes, Qui-Gon, the rules." He reached over and gathered up my cards as well as his, and added them back into the deck. "Usually," he said, beginning to shuffle the cards. "We wouldn't use these cards again until we've gone through the deck. But since both of us can easily keep count of the cards that have been played, I thought this would be fairer."
"Of course. We always follow the rules and we always play fair."
"Let me guess," he said, shaking his head sadly. "You were not only the crèche Master's pet crèche-ling, but every single instructor you've ever had adored you."
"If that is what you chose to think, my Padawan, then far be it from me to disillusion you at this juncture in our relationship."
He grinned at me, and once again shook his head. "I can't win with you. I don't know why I even bother." He dealt us both a card facing down, and then one facing up. Mine was a nine, his was a three. I looked at my first card, another nine for a total of eighteen. He looked at me expectantly.
"I'm good."
He flipped over his bottom card, revealing a six. "Dealer has nine, so dealer must take a hit." He gave himself a King. "Dealer stands at nineteen."
I showed him my hand, and he grinned happily. "Dealer wins! Now, take off your tunic."
I did, and a moment later we were playing another hand. I won that time, and had him remove his tunic. He won the next three hands, asking for a kiss, this time with tongue, the first win, the removal of my leggings the second win, and for me to take off his leggings the third win. Which I did very slowly.
I won the next hand. I rummaged in the trunk for a moment and then held my closed hand out to him. "Put these on," I said, opening my fist to show him the nipple clamps. The large set of nipple clamps. His eyes widened as he saw what I was holding. "Put them on me," I added.
He took the clamps from my open hand and looked up at me. At my nod, he leaned over and reached for my nipple, opening the teeth of the clamp as he neared it. I grabbed his wrist before he could actually close it over my nipple.
"Perhaps you should get them ready before just putting that thing on them," I said softly.
A spike of pure lust shot through our bond at my words, and he drug his eyes away from my chest and back up to my face. "Oh. Right," he said huskily.
I let go of his wrist, and he brushed my nipple with his finger tip. Even with that brief touch, my nipple reacted, sending sparks of excitement straight to my shaft. He flicked his finger back and forth, and I swallowed back my gasp. It had been far too long since I'd felt his hands on my body like this. I would have to be careful, and not let myself get carried away in the sensations I knew his hands could bring about.
"It's ready," I forced myself to tell him. "Put it on."
He did, and I couldn't stop the gasp the touch of the metal teeth on my sensitive nipple pulled from me. He groaned softly, and moved to my other nipple, and a moment later I gasped again. He sat back and looked at me, his arousal evident by his flushed cheeks.
My nipples throbbed wonderfully, and I wasn't surprised to find I was fully erect. Hungry once again for my Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan won the next hand, and with a wicked grin, he reached into the trunk and pulled out the other set of nipple clamps. Without saying a word, he handed the clamps to me, and then went back to staring at my nipples, and the clamps that dangled from them.
I brought one hand up and quickly licked my thumb and forefinger, and then reached over pinched first one and then the other of Obi-Wan's long pink nipples. He closed his eyes for a moment, and I could feel him seeking his center. That lasted until I closed the first clamp over his nipple. He hissed sharply, and from the corner of my eye, I could see his cock jerk and twitch. I put the second clamp on his other nipple and could feel his inner-struggle to stay still.
I won the next hand, though at this point, I don't think either of us really cared who won. I was hard and aching, and suddenly I really didn't feel like playing any longer. Drawing this out. All I wanted to do was hold my Obi-Wan in my arms and make love with him. Instead, of course, all we could do was masturbate. A poor substitute by any stretch of the imagination.
"What will you have me do, Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan asked, interrupting my reverie.
"Masturbate for me," I growled hungrily.
He closed his eyes and slipped a hand around his erection. "How do you want me to do it?" he asked, his voice soft and deep.
"Obi-Wan!" I said, more sharply than I meant. His eye snapped open and he looked at me in surprise.
"I just . . . " I tried to explain. "Oh, Force, Obi-Wan! I want you so badly. I don't want to play games anymore. I just want you to masturbate for me. I want you to make me come and put me out of my misery."
He didn't question me. He didn't tease me. He just closed his eyes again and went about the business of bringing himself pleasure. I spread my legs a bit further and joined him, my eyes going back and forth from his hand pumping his cock to the clamps hanging from his nipples. Each movement of my arm, caused wonderful bolts of pain to shoot through my nipples, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
Without thinking, I reached over and tugged on one of the clamps dangling from Obi-Wan's nipples. He gasped loudly and I watched as a deep shudder ran through his body. I tugged it again, and this time it was enough. He moaned sweetly, the sound coming from deep within his chest, and he came.
I brought my hand back to my chest and tugged on one of my clamps, my hand clenching and unclenching my aching shaft, and a moment later, I followed him blissfully over the edge.
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