Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-25 -
MMoM Day 25 |
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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.
My thanks to Epee for her quick but insightful beta, however all errors are still mine.
Obi-Wan's data pad began to beep, the sound irritating in its insistency. With a resigned sigh, I stood up from the desk and walked over to the one Obi-Wan had been using. Reaching to turn off the data pad, and what I was sure was some type of alarm to remind Obi-Wan to do something, I saw a message flashing. Actually, I saw my name flashing across the screen.
Curious, I silenced the alarm, clicked on the message button and read: 'I'm lonely and I want you to come play with me. If you are interested, go to our bedroom.'
Oh, I was most certainly interested. After spending a long afternoon reading through one boring Council briefing after another, whatever game Obi-Wan was planning was sure to be a very pleasant diversion.
Intrigued and excited, I went to our bedroom and saw another data pad on the bed. 'A treasure hunt,' I thought, smiling to myself. Except I already knew what treasure I would find at the end of the hunt. My Obi-Wan. I picked up the data pad and read the message: 'Take off your clothes and go into the fresher.'
I removed my clothing and walked into the fresher, not surprised at all to see another data pad on the counter. It was next to a small jar of some kind of cream, one surgical glove and the nipple clamps. Oh yes, the larger set of nipple clamps. The instructions read. 'Open the jar, put on the surgical glove and apply a small amount of the cream to both of your nipples. When they are prepared, put the nipple clamps on. Then quickly apply some of the cream to your cock. Don't take to long, don't rub it in, just put it on. Close the jar and remove the glove. Then proceed into the exercise room.'
Looking at the jar, I realized it was one of the types of creams that enhances sensation. Obi-Wan must surely be trying to kill me. Oh, but what a way to go. I slipped on the surgical glove and opened the jar. I scooped out a bit of the cream and touched my nipple. It was cold at first, but as I continued to rub my nipple and the area around it, the cream began to warm up and my skin began to tingle. It was an interesting feeling, and one I'd like to explore more thoroughly at a different time. Taking a deep breath, I quickly attached the clamps to my nipples, barely managing to stifle a gasp. I really liked the way they hurt. After a moment, I gathered a bit more of the cream, and applied some over the length of my shaft. As per Obi-Wan's instructions, I didn't rub it in, but merely put it on. I stripped off the glove, dropped it into the waste container and headed into the exercise room.
To my disappointment, Obi-Wan was not there. Instead, I found yet another data pad sitting atop the black leather gloves from the toy trunk. Very interesting. This time the message was brief: 'Put on the gloves and meet me in the spare bedroom.'
I pulled on the gloves and was pleasantly surprised at the perfect fit. They were soft and supple, allowing my fingers to move as if they were bare. It was an odd feeling, actually. The gloves almost felt like a second skin. Very interesting, indeed.
I left the exercise room and made my way down the hall towards the spare bedroom. Obi-Wan obviously had been practicing his shielding again, for I could get no sense of what he was thinking or feeling through our bond. Pausing outside the closed door, I took a minute to calm myself, tried to prepare myself for whatever Obi-Wan had planned. My nipples ached and tingled deliciously, and since they seemed to be in direct contact with my cock, it was bobbing and twitching with excitement.
The door slid open to my palmed touch and I took one step into the room and stopped short, staring opened-mouth at the vision before me. Obi-Wan was in the middle of the room, his manacled hands hooked to the ceiling, his legs spread wide. He was naked except for the other set of nipple clamps dangling from his nipples. His shaft was long and thick, jutting out from the nest of reddish-gold curls at his groin. It curved slightly upwards, almost like a finger crooked in invitation to come closer. Which I did as soon as I felt capable of walking again.
I moved on what felt like wooden legs towards him, my eyes feeding hungrily as I continued to look up and down his body. I stopped in front of him, so close that I could feel the heat from his body, but far enough away to ensure there would be no physical contact between the parts of our bodies that most wanted to touch.
"I'm glad you could make it," Obi-Wan said, grinning at me.
"Look at what a treasure I found," I said softly.
He chuckled. "A treasure, Qui-Gon?"
I finally pulled my eyes up to meet his. "I was sent on a treasure hunt, my Obi-Wan. I followed the instructions, word for word, and the clues led me to you. To my treasure."
"So, it's safe to assume, then, that you approve?"
He was still grinning at me, and all at once I wanted to make him understand that when I spoke of finding my treasure, I was completely serious. I reached up and took his beloved face between my hands, forcing him to look up at me. "Obi-Wan, you have no idea what you mean to me."
He started to speak but I silenced him by leaning forward and lightly pressed my lips to his. I watched as the grin faded from his face and I knew he was feeling my emotions through our bond.
"You are my light and my life, the other half of my soul, my beginning and my end." I kissed him again, very softly, just a whisper of lips against lips. "I do treasure you, my Obi-Wan. As a king values his gold above all else, so do I value you above all else. I love you with all that I am, and will spend the rest of my life in thankful gratitude to the Force for bringing us together."
He sighed softly, his breath warmly caressing my lips, and I had to close my eyes against the sudden urge to yank him down, press him to the floor and satisfy my near desperate need to make love to him. Instead, I kissed him, taking my time to thoroughly taste his lips, his tongue and the inside of his mouth. Somehow I managed to keep our bodies from touching, though at that point, I think it had more to do with blind luck than anything I was consciously doing.
The need to breathe finally broke us apart, and for a long moment we stood staring at each other, both of us more than just a little out of breath. I took a step back, surprised and pleased that my legs were still working, and once again took a long look up and down my beautiful treasure. "Oh, my Obi-Wan," I whispered huskily, "you could make the most celibate of monks happily reject their vows."
"Qui-Gon,' Obi-Wan groaned softly. "Unlike you, I have no problem coming without stimulation to my shaft. Between the nipple clamps, the anal plug and your closeness, I don't know if I can last till you come."
I took another step backwards. "The anal plug?" I asked in disbelief.
"Wanted to surprise you with it," he said, smiling at me. "I had this all planned out. You were supposed to sit on the bed and masturbate, while I watched. And then, when you were getting close, I was going to turn around and show you."
Feeling the need to sit down before I fell down, I took another step backwards, and I was never so glad to feel the bed at the back of my legs. I sat down and continued to stare at him.
"I wanted to draw this out," he said a bit hoarsely. "But I'm not certain I can."
I could see he was struggling to tamper down his arousal, and that was the last thing I wanted at this point. "No, Obi-Wan," I growled, my hand going to my cock. "Don't hold back. I want to see you come!" The feeling of my gloved hand on my shaft was amazing, and I knew I wanted to explore that more when I wasn't so close to finding my release.
He groaned loudly, his eyes glued to my hand pumping my shaft. I could see the muscles in his arms and chest clenching and unclenching as he fought back the urge to yank his hands from the manacles and bring pleasure to himself.
I spread my legs wide and leaned back on the bed. The cream I'd applied earlier was making my shaft even more sensitive as it tingled and burned under my gloved hand. It would be over with quickly, of that I was certain. I reached down and tugged and squeezed my balls while moving my hand roughly up and down my length. Obi-Wan groaned again, the sound seemingly to pull my orgasm from me, and with a gasp, I came. If I hadn't already, then the sight of Obi-Wan's seed spurting from his shaft unaided by any outward stimulation would have been more than enough to send me flying over the edge.
I wasn't able to move quite as quickly as Obi-Wan had, the day it was me hanging from the manacles, but I did the best I could. A moment later he was in my arms, and together we slid to the floor.
Fini