Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-28 -
MMoM Day 28 |
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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.
Grace. Poetry. Strength. Beauty. Passion. Dignity. Confidence. Sensuality. Serenity. Life.
These were just a few of the words that came to mind as I watched Obi-Wan doing the Candeese Kata Third Form. A meditation kata performed alone, it was the embodiment of the Force in the most physical sense.
I was supposed to be watching Obi-Wan as a Master watches his Padawan. Looking for miss-steps, incorrect moves, faltering transitions - any of which could indicate a lack of concentration or focus.
I was supposed to be doing that.
But I wasn't.
I was watching him the way a lover would.
As Obi-Wan nears the time of his Knighting, I can allow myself these occasional lapses. And if this was a kata he hadn't mastered quite so well, I would not have afforded myself this pleasure.
We were in the exercise room and Obi-Wan was dancing in front of the window. I sat on the floor across the room from him, my back against the far wall. The sun streaming through the foliage in the garden behind him bathed him in a golden light. His motions were fluid and smooth, his strong connection to the Force obvious with every dip, every step, every leap and every twirl he made.
His eyes were closed as he moved to a rhythm only he could hear. It was the rhythm of the Force, and as it flowed through him, it guided and encouraged him. The expression on his face spoke of the euphoria he felt as the Living Force filled his soul. It was a feeling I was well familiar with.
This particular kata could be quite difficult to perform, as it required the ability to stay completely focused on the Force, even while still being aware of what was going on around you. As the Padawan struggles to achieve the level of concentration required, his or her Master will do anything and everything short of causing physical harm to the Learner, in order to attempt to break his or her concentration.
It had become increasingly difficult for me to come up with something that would sufficiently draw Obi-Wan's attention enough to cause him to falter while doing this kata. But then I realized there was one thing I had never tried. As his Master, it would have never occurred to me to do this. As his lover, it was glaringly obvious what I should do.
The uncomfortable erection in my leggings convinced me that this was the right time and place for me to do this.
It took but a moment for me to remove my clothing and resettle myself on the floor. I leaned back against the wall, spread my legs comfortably, and continued to watch my Obi-Wan dancing in the sunlight.
Slipping my hand around my cock, I began to lightly stroke and tease it. I did not hurry, in fact, I wanted to draw this out as long as possible. I couldn't imagine anything more arousing at the moment, than watching Obi-Wan dance while I masturbated.
If Obi-Wan was affected at all by what I was doing, he hid it well. That didn't surprise me, for he was quite adept at filtering out my thoughts and emotions when the situation called for it. How long he could maintain his mental aloofness however, in the face of my increasing arousal, was what I was most interested in.
And then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the trunk. The toy trunk. I smiled to myself, suddenly feeling quite evil. Keeping that part of my thoughts carefully shielded from Obi-Wan, I used the Force to retrieve the item I was seeking from the trunk. Putting it aside, for now, I continued to fondle and pet my erection, allowing my arousal to grow slowly as I watched my Obi-Wan commune with the Living Force.
I brought my other hand up to my chest and began playing with my nipples. I pinched and rolled them between my fingers. I tugged on them and flicked them back and forth. Each touch, each tweak, each tug sent tendrils of desire to my shaft and I was soon achingly hard.
With our bond fully open, I had no doubt Obi-Wan knew what I was doing, what I was feeling, but he never faltered. But then again, I would've been surprised if he had at this point.
I loved watching him like this. Wearing only an old pair of leggings, he moved with a grace unparalleled by even the most experienced of dancers. And yet he exuded strength and power, his muscles rippling as he stretched and turned to the demands of the Force. Beautiful was not normally a word associated with men, but somehow, when it came to my Obi-Wan, beautiful was the perfect adjective to describe him. Of course I did know him from within and without, lived daily with the beauty of his love and the way he lived his life.
My beautiful Obi-Wan. I could feel his connection with the Living Force as he followed the steps of the kata, and it was strong and pure. Like my Obi-Wan. My Obi-Wan. The very idea that something so perfect could belong to me was a very heady thought indeed. But it was true. He was mine as much as I was his, and I had long since quit trying to understand the why of it.
I glanced over at the item I'd taken from the toy trunk, and suddenly I was quite anxious to try it out. The vibrator was a good deal slimmer than either of the phalluses we'd used earlier. But of course, the phalluses were meant to simulate a real penis, whereas the purpose of the vibrator was somewhat different. I'd never used one before, though I certainly knew the mechanics of it.
Obi-Wan's dance with the Force continued, and still he exhibited no outward signs that my self pleasure was affecting him in anyway. Yes, he was perspiring a bit, but no more than would be expected of anyone performing this kata. And yes, he was aroused, beautifully so, from what I could see. But again, not abnormal when one was as enmeshed with the Force as he was.
I watched him painting the air with his sensual movements. And I wanted him. He was mine, just as I was his, and my whole body ached to feel his touch.
Giving myself a mental shake, I reached over and picked up the vibrator. I continued to stroke my shaft, allowing the pleasure to grow and fill me, while I looked at the vibrator. It was a simple gadget, actually. About as long as an average man's penis, it was made out of some type of hard plastic and was smooth and cold. There was a speed switch at the base of it. Simple enough. A bit of lubricant was called for, but it was nothing I couldn't augment with a touch of the Force.
I leaned sideways, just enough to give myself room, and then, with my eyes on Obi-Wan, I reached beneath me and pressed the vibrator into my body. Not as "fulfilling" as the phallus, certainly, but not bad, I thought. I took a deep breath as I sought the speed switch with my finger. What happened next caught me completely by surprise, for it was nothing like I'd been expecting. When I hit the power switch, I gasped sharply, and nearly came from the overwhelming sensation of the vibrations deep inside of me.
Not only did Obi-Wan falter as he was hit by the strength of my arousal rushing through our bond, but he actually stumbled and nearly fell.
I was almost beyond caring at that point.
If I pushed the vibrator at just the right angle . . .yes! Oh, Force! I groaned loudly as I pumped my cock, hard and fast. I held the vibrator in position, the tip of it pressed against my prostate, and I knew I was just a stroke or two away from finding my release.
I don't know when I closed my eyes, but when I opened them, Obi-Wan was standing in front of me, staring down at me as he massaged his cock through his leggings.
"Oh, sweet Force, Qui-Gon!" he moaned softly.
I shuddered deeply, and all at once the vibrator was too much. I let it slide out of my body, and that was all it took. I groaned again as my orgasm ripped through me. The spreading wet spot on the front of Obi-Wan's leggings was the last thing I saw before my eyes slid closed and I slumped over to my side, gasping for breath.
"You are an evil man," Obi-Wan said as he plopped down on the floor next to me. "You will pay for this!"
I hope so. Oh, Force, I do hope so.
Fini