Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2003-02-03 -
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Archive: M_A; Corellia; any others, just ask. I probably won’t say no.
Website: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
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.
I awake with my arms wrapped around Obi-Wan. Our bodies pressed together and our legs intertwined. His breath is warm on my chest, each puff of exhaled air a soft caress against my skin. He murmurs softly in his sleep and snuggles deeper into my arms, and I marvel again at how perfect it feels to be in love with him.
The sun is just barely peeking through the clouds, bathing the room in a soft golden glow. I'm glad I forgot, once again, to close the shades before I fell asleep last night. Obi-Wan fusses at me on a regular basis for forgetting, because he hates mornings, for the most part. If I let him sleep until it's time for him to rise, he will awaken to nearly full daylight, and will grumble and grouse good naturedly about the brightness hurting his eyes.
I could, with a touch of the Force, draw the blinds and let him sleep awhile longer.
I could do that.
Or I could wake him now, while the sun is still no more than a promise in the Coruscant skyline. The idea certainly has appeal, and my shaft twitches and begins to harden at the thought. It doesn't matter that we just made love a few hours ago. I find that I want him again. Still. Always. There is nothing that can compare to making love to my warm, sleepy Obi-Wan first thing in the morning.
I press a soft kiss against the top of his head, loving the way his short hair feels against my beard. He murmurs again, shifting slightly in my arms, and I pull him closer to me. I kiss the side of his head, and then his temple, just barely allowing my lips to brush his skin. His cheekbone calls me next, and though I have to bend my neck a bit more to reach that part of his face, it is well worth it. I can feel his penis pressed against my thigh, beginning to thicken as I continue to work my way down his face, towards his lips, which is my ultimate goal. But first I find his ear, and unable to help myself, I slip out my tongue and taste the tip of his earlobe.
He shifts again, giving me better access to the side of his face, and I go willingly. He has a rather sensitive spot, just below and behind his ear, and I know I've found it by the sound of his soft sigh and the quickening of his pulse. I slide my hands down the silky, warm skin of his back, toward his bottom, while I continue to suck and kiss at his neck and throat.
I love him like this. Still more asleep than awake, he begins to stretch and unfold under my mouth and hands. He reminds me of a flower unfolding at dawn, its petals opening up to embrace the morning sunlight. So does my Obi-Wan open up to embrace me.
With some regret, I finally leave his throat and begin to move again, once more heading toward his lips. I place a trail of kisses from his ear, up and over his jaw, across his cheek until at last I reach my goal. His sweet, soft lips. I lightly run my tongue over them, taking my time, enjoying my early morning feast.
Murmuring sleepily, he slips his arms around my neck and rolls over onto his back, taking me with him. I settle comfortably on top of him.
"Mmmm, this is nice," he mumbles, as he stretches beneath me. "Almost worth waking up for."
"Almost?" I chuckle, my lips barely brushing his. "What would make it worth it?"
He spreads his legs a bit more, and runs his hands down my back. "You, inside of me, would be a good place to start," he says, and then finds my mouth with his own.
He swallows my groan as his words send a surge of fire through my blood. I kiss him hungrily, letting all of my love and respect for him flood our bond, and it is his turn to groan softly into my mouth. He returns my kiss with equal fervor, giving as much as he receives. I am thrilled by the way he responds to me each and every time we make love. I lose myself in his passion, having already lost my heart and soul to him.
Obi-Wan raises his knees, opening himself even further to me. I pull one arm from beneath him and reach toward the table next to the bed. Fumbling blindly, I somehow manage to find what I'm looking for. I grab the tube of lubricant, still open from when we used it a few hours earlier, and holding it from the top, I squeeze some of the cool, clear gel onto my fingers. I slip my hand between us, loving the way he moans when I brush against his cock, and loving even more the way he arches his hips to meet my fingers when I go lower. Finding the entrance to his body, I easily slip one finger inside of him, only to find he is still well lubricated and somewhat stretched from our earlier lovemaking. This only makes me want him more. I slide my finger from his body and quickly slick my erection with the remaining gel.
I break our kiss, wanting to watch his face as I enter him. I slide into his tight, welcoming body, stopping only when I can go no farther. I hold myself still, wanting to savor each precious moment of our time together. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with so much love and desire that my heart suddenly feels as if it will burst from the sheer strength of his emotions. Never have I known such love from another being, nor have I ever believed it was possible to love someone as much as I do my Obi-Wan. His love is my greatest treasure, and I will spend the rest of my life giving thanks to the Force for allowing me the privilege of being Obi-Wan's lifemate.
He knows what I'm feeling, for there are no shields between us when we are together like this. "My Qui-Gon," he whispers softly. "How I love you."
"Obi-Wan," I begin, though I have no clue what I am about to say.
"Make love to me, Qui-Gon."
I pull partially out of him and then slide back in. Slowly at first, allowing our passions to build, and no matter that we made love just a few hours ago, it is, as always, incredible. We hold each other's gaze for as long as possible, knowing our bond is strengthening, deepening, feeling the Force ebb and flow around us. I pull out and slide back in, holding myself above him with my arms on either side of his head. Obi-Wan arches up to meet each stroke, and we easily find our rhythm. A rhythm that is almost as natural as breathing.
His hands are on my hips, guiding both my speed and the length of my strokes. His feet are planted firmly against the bed, and he pushes his hips against mine which squeezes his shaft between us with each thrust.
Still we hold each other's gaze, though it is becoming more difficult the closer we come to orgasm. I love to watch him like this, with his head back, his neck arched, his face flushed, his tongue sliding out to wet his kiss-swollen lips and his eyes dark with desire.
"Force, but you are so beautiful," I moan, huskily.
His closes his eyes and tightens his grip on my hips. "Love me, Qui-Gon!"
And I do.
It isn't long before I feel myself getting close. From the sounds Obi-Wan is making, I know he is close as well. He reaches between us, wraps his hand around his cock, and matches his strokes to mine. It just takes a few moments, and suddenly he groans loudly, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. He arches up against me, his body going rigid, and I can't help but follow him over the edge.
My arms give out, I sag against him, and his arms are there to catch me. We hold each other until our breathing and pulse are closer to normal. I shift slightly, just enough so that I am no longer directly on top of him, and we continue to hold each other. I can feel his pulse at every point of contact between our bodies, and I close my eyes, allowing the steady beat of his heart to lull me into a light doze.
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