Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-27 -
MMoM Day 27 |
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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 have four days left until the day of the ceremony. Four days. Not so very long in the scheme of things. However, I am well aware of what can happen in four days. Planet-wide wars have been won or lost in four days. Entire populations have been decimated in less time than that.
I'm determined to keep the both of us as busy as possible, leaving little time to dwell on our frustration. We meditated before and after first meal, then we ran through several katas and practiced our hand-to-hand combat maneuvers. After second meal we settled down in the library, so that Obi-Wan could work on his daily lessons while I researched the background information on the Parisidean Treaties.
Once finished with last meal, we went into the exercise room and used the different pieces of equipment our hosts had provided for us. Another hour or two spent in mediation, followed by our third bath of the day (which we took separately), and the evening was nearly over. Deciding a less "enthusiastic" masturbation was called for, I suggested to Obi-Wan we simply kneel before each other and find our release.
Reminiscent of our first day on MMoM, we knelt in the common room, facing each other. Our position, however, was where any similarity to our first day ended. Gone was the teasing atmosphere, along with the flirtatious looks and comments. We didn't take our time, stretching it out, nor did we rush through it. We merely masturbated.
It was not an unpleasant experience, though. After all, we were performing self-gratification. Bringing pleasure to our bodies. Had it been distasteful to either of us, I would have stopped it and re-thought my decision. In fact, in our relaxed state, it was actually rather enjoyable.
By mutual agreement, we closed our eyes and turned our focus inward. I was aware of Obi-Wan and what he was feeling, but it was not what defined my masturbation.
After taking a few moments to center myself, I began to run my hands over my chest and stomach. I've always liked the feel of my roughened calloused palms sliding over my skin, so when Obi-Wan tells me he loves my touch, I can understand. My hands are large and my fingers are long and thick. A worker's hands, I've always thought. Well suited to the Jedi way of life where one never knew when one might be called upon to turn the soil, help build a dwelling or attempt to repair a broken piece of machinery.
A soft moan from Obi-Wan told me he was finding no difficulty in pleasuring himself tonight, and for that I was grateful. I allowed my pride and love for him to flow through our bond, and he returned my feelings in kind.
I continued to touch myself, savoring the sensation of my hands bringing pleasure to my body. So many cultures forbid the action of self-gratification, something I've never understood. I consider the ability to bring sexual enjoyment to oneself a gift, and as such, it should never be taken for granted.
My shaft was hard and eager for my touch, yet I ignored it at first, stroking my thighs, hips and abdomen instead. I wasn't teasing myself, I was simply relishing the feel of my hand caressing soft skin stretched over muscle and bone. I moved slowly, cataloging each sensation as if it I were experiencing it for the first time.
When I did finally take my cock in hand, I redirected my focus to only what I was feeling with my hand. My penis was thick and heavy, the skin covering it surprising silky soft. I felt the large vein that ran the length of my shaft and felt the blood pumping through it in tandem with my heartbeat. And I felt the heat of my arousal as I lazily slid my hand up and down it. Heat and hardness mixed with silky softness, and the pulsing of my blood flowing through it.
Another soft moan from Obi-Wan reminded me of the other feelings involved with what I was doing. I once again shifted my focus, concentrating solely on the sensations of my hand making love to my cock. I quickened my pace somewhat, adding a bit more pressure to my grip as I moved my hand up and down and around my shaft. Though the head of my penis is quite sensitive, it is actually the underside of the flared edge that I am most responsive to. I paid special attention to that area with each upstroke of my hand.
The Force was all around me, strong and beautiful, as it filled my heart with its love and light. I suddenly realized I was far more aware of Obi-Wan's feelings than I first believed, and understood it was the Force drawing our souls always closer together. Instead of blocking off the emotions coming from Obi-Wan, I welcomed them as the gift they were meant to be. And I knew he was doing the same thing.
I pumped my shaft, my hips moving in time to my strokes, and with a soft gasp, I gave over to my body's demand to find release. As my seed spurted from my shaft, I heard Obi-Wan groan and knew he'd achieved orgasm as well. With a grateful nod to the Force, I opened my eyes, leaned over and pulled Obi-Wan into my arms.
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