Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2003-06-27 -
Through The Night |
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
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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.
Obi-Wan hasn't been sleeping very well lately. He tosses and turns even more than usual, and through our bond, I can sense him struggling with whatever demons he is fighting in his dreams.
It pains me to see him so troubled. Especially since I don't know the reason for it. It pains me as well that whatever it is, he has chosen not to confide in me. At least not yet. I am tempted, at times, to use our bond to discover what is bothering him, but that would be trespassing where I have no right to go. Not unless I truly believed his training was being affected, and that is not the case. I am tempted to probe his innermost thoughts, not as his Master, but as his lover, and that is a temptation I must resist.
Since this is something he feels he must work through, I've chosen not to broach the subject with him. I don't want to give him anything else to worry over, and knowing he is keeping me up at night would only distress him further. All I can do is offer my unconditional love and support and trust he will come to me when he's ready. That, and hold him during the night as he battles his demons in the hope that even in his sleep, he will know I am here, ready to help in any way I can.
Last night was a good night for us, though. Before going to sleep, we made love, which is, more often than not, the norm. Following Obi-Wan's lead, which is also, more often than not the norm, I allowed him to take me in the shower, hard and fast. He shoved me, face first, into the tiled shower wall, and almost immediately I felt his soap-slicked erection sliding between my legs. I shifted as much as I could and spread my legs further apart, trying to give him easier access. I hissed loudly when his hard shaft found the entrance to my body. He thrust once, up and in, and he was inside of me. All the way inside of me.
"Alright?" he grunted from behind me, holding himself still.
It had hurt a bit, but the bright flare of pain was already receding, and my cock, which had been flaccid, was now beginning to fill and harden. "Always," I answered. And it was true.
His hands tightening on my hips was my only warning. He pulled out and slammed back into me, shoving me hard against the wall. I tried to scoot backwards, so that I could more or less lean into the wall, but he wouldn't allow it. Even with my legs spread, I knew he was having to stretch each time he shoved up into me, though it certainly didn't feel to me as if he was having a problem.
He set a demanding pace, hard and fast, and it didn't take long before he suddenly went rigid, his fingers holding my hips still with bruising strength, until with a loud groan, he began to shudder and I felt his hot seed spurting into me. I was close, but not quite there yet, and he knew, because he always knows, and even while he continued to spasm, he slid one hand from my hip around to my aching erection, and with just a few, rough strokes, I followed him over the edge.
We both were soon asleep in bed, though I was fairly certain he would waken me with his thrashings before the night was gone. I was only partially correct. Several hours later I awoke to find myself aroused and the reason for it was my Obi-Wan. Awake and hungry, but not for any type of foodstuff, he was nuzzling at my throat, his own erection pressed between us.
"Want you," he murmured against my skin. "Want you inside of me." He pulled his leg from between mine, and curled it around my upper thigh, and though I was still more asleep than awake, my body knew exactly what to do. "Make love to me, Qui-Gon," he whispered huskily.
It's not often I use the Force for such things, but I didn't hesitate to call upon it then. Obi-Wan gasped as the warm Force tendril slid into his body, coating his passage, readying him for my entry. I slowly eased into him, giving his body time to adjust, and he didn't rush me, as he normally would. He merely sighed softly, his breath warm against my chest.
Once fully sheathed inside his hot, tight body, I paused. "Tell me what you need, my heart," I said, after pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.
"I need you, Qui-Gon. I always and only need you. Just hold me. Love me. I need you inside of me, and all around me."
I pulled him closer to me, wrapping as much of my body around him as possible and began to gently rock my hips back and forth. Our positions did not lend itself to long strokes, but it seemed to be exactly what Obi-Wan wanted, for it didn't take him very long at all. I didn't even realize he was close, when suddenly I heard his breath hitch in his throat, and at the same moment I felt the warm wetness between us.
He sighed softly and relaxed in my arms. "You are my life," he murmured softly. And then, much to my surprise, I realized he'd gone to sleep.
I continued to rock into him, slowly, softly, allowing my erection to flag until it finally slipped from his body. But still I held him close. He slept soundlessly the rest of the night for the first time in many days.
I don't know what happened, but I suspect Obi-Wan was able to come to grips with whatever it was that troubled him so. I don't know that for sure, and won't until or unless he tells me, but I do hope that's what it was. If not, I'll still be here to hold him, to love him, just as I know he would be here for me.
That's what love is all about.
Fini