Well, here goes, first attempt at NC-17 here - blame it all on
sockii's challange and the image of Qui-Gon talking to Obi-Wan
on his com-link (and neither of them discussing Anakin's
midi-chlorians either!)
Archive: Yes to Master & Apprentice and The Nesting Place
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: A Tatooine night, our two Jedi and a com-link
Disclaimer: Don't own them, George Lucas does. If I did they
would have had a much happier ending!
Feedback: Yes please, it has an exponential effect on my
writing!
Deep within the sleek, silver transport the soft chime of a
comlink roused Obi-Wan into instant wakefulness. The Jedi
apprentice took a deep breath and instantly released it as he
rolled to his side to accept the call, his movements less
graceful than usual due to the lingering effects of the dream
his consciousness had been submerged in.
"Padawan." Qui-Gon Jinn's smooth, rich tones filled the small
cabin and Obi-Wan smiled, stretching sinuously on the cool
sheets and allowing himself to savor the complexities his
Master's voice could endow in that single word.
"Yes, Master?" The younger Jedi's voice was husky with sleep
but alert. "What is it?"
Qui-Gon leaned back on the sand-blasted wall behind him, one
booted foot resting on the low parapet that surrounded the
ledge outside Shmi Skywalker's home. Shadows flickered inside
the humble accommodations and the cloudless night sky spread
out overhead like a black cloak inset with tiny crystals. At
this time of the night - more early morning actually - even the
hardiest denizens of Mos Espa had dragged themselves to their
lodgings and the streets were quiet.
Recognizing the raspy timbre clinging to his apprentice's
speech, Qui-Gon leaned his head against the stone wall, his
blue eyes half closed. "I hope I did not disturb anything,
Padawan." There was a faint tinge of humor to his words. The
bond he and Obi-Wan shared was so deep, so all encompassing
that the thought of either straying was laughable.
"Only a dream Master, but it is worth it to hear your voice."
Having gleaned from a swift investigation of their bond that
there was no emergency or other urgent reason for this call,
Obi-Wan stretched again, this time indulging in the fantasy
that his teacher and lover was there with him.
Qui-Gon shifted one hip onto the low wall, making himself more
comfortable as the rush of his apprentice's feelings swept over
him. Now was not the time or place for such things - or so he
should have reminded the younger man. The image of his
Padawan's slim, muscled body twisting on his bed fixed itself
firmly in the Jedi Master's mind and refused to be banished.
"Obi-Wan . . ." Qui-Gon growled, rearranging himself again when
his body proved to be as oblivious to his warning as his
apprentice was.
Instantly chagrined, Obi-Wan lay still, trying to calm himself
and cease projecting his emotions. "I am sorry, Master. I
should be mindful of our mission and not my own desires."
Control was of great importance to a Jedi but at times like
this Obi-Wan felt he had less than a first year trainee when it
came to his teacher.
"Be at ease, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon murmured, manipulating the Force
to send a warm caress over his apprentice's face. He should
have known better than to contact the other man this late at
night when emotions were at their highest and control at it's
ebb. He had intended to wait until after the pod race when he
would have had more information to pass on to his apprentice
and Queen Amidala but despite his plans something had driven
him from the thin pallet Anakin's mother provided to this small
sanctuary, the need to speak to his Padawan too strong to be
denied.
The touch of the living Force soothed Obi-Wan and he relaxed
once again. "Is there something you need, Master?" he asked
again, still unsure as to the reason behind this call.
The Jedi Master lowered his gaze to the small device in his
hand, a thousand different answers pressing against the back of
his lips. "What were you dreaming about, Padawan?" Qui-Gon's
voice had softened, its intonations those of the lover and not
the teacher. A silence greeted his question in which he could
swear he felt the heat of his apprentice's blush through the
link.
The answer was obvious even though it took Obi-Wan a moment to
verbalize it. "You, Master." Praying that no one was listening
to this conversation, he darted a look around the small,
spartan cabin, torn between begging his Master to stop this
line of questioning and pleading for him to continue.
Lifting a hand to massage the back of his neck under the heavy
fall of his hair, Qui-Gon smiled, feeling the tension in his
body tighten a notch more. "And?" he prompted gently, his voice
flowing like a silken caress over his apprentice's mind.
Groaning softly as the deep tone reawakened the barely banked
fires within him, Obi-Wan licked his desert dry lips, telling
himself it was the rough velvet of the older man's tongue he
felt moving over them. "We - we are . . ." His breathing had
changed to short gasps which he was sure were audible over the
link transmission.
Still the innocent, Padawan, Qui-Gon chuckled, mentally
soothing his apprentice's thoughts without banking his desire.
"Making love? Like this? Or this?" Detailed images accompanied
each question - visions of master and student intertwined,
their bodies sliding together in the ecstasy of the unity of
body and mind.
"Yesss . . ." Obi-Wan hissed, his back arching off the bed and
his hand sliding down his bare chest and into his sleep pants
to grasp his weeping erection. One image in particular caught
his attention and he arched upward violently, seeking the
weight of his Master's powerful body over his.
The vision took on the dimensions of reality as Qui-Gon's words
resonated in his apprentice's ears, detailing each touch, each
taste, creating a private world all their own. Moaning quietly,
his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, Obi-Wan gave himself
over to the easy seduction of his Master's power. Imaginary
lips closed over his and gray-streaked hair stroked his
shoulders and face as he felt himself filled to the limit by
the Jedi Master's length.
Drawing the comlink closer to his face to keep his Padawan's
gasps and moans from echoing through the still night air,
Qui-Gon continued speaking, falling under the spell he sought
to cast as easily as his apprentice had. Tight heat surrounded
his aching member and he could taste the salty flavor of
Obi-Wan's sweat on his tongue as he laved the younger man's
damp flesh.
Closing his teeth around the side of side of his student's
neck, Qui-Gon was rewarded with a throaty groan and a wild
thrashing that urged himself to drive deeper and explore the
paradise of Obi-Wan's body to the fullest.
"Master, oh yes." Blue eyes darkened with a mixture of lust and
love, Obi-Wan gazed into the empty air before him, seeing only
the image created by the Force sparking between himself and
Qui-Gon. Throwing his head back to invite a more blatant
marking of his smooth skin, the younger Jedi bucked upward then
felt his body implode as his hot seed erupted, coating his hand
and stomach.
The reply was a while in coming as Qui-Gon struggled to regain
control of his breathing and to twitch the folds of his poncho
into an arrangement that concealed his all too evident reaction
to his Padawan's climax. "You should sleep now, Obi-Wan," he
husked, slowly lessening the mental contact between them but
not before sending his apprentice a final caress.
"Yes Master," Obi-Wan sighed, a lazy, satisfied grin playing
about his kiss-swollen lips. "Be careful tomorrow. And remember
- you are loved."
Swinging his leg down and standing carefully, Qui-Gon looked
out across the desert landscape in the direction of the
cruiser. "As are you, Obi-Wan, as are you."
Receiving a sleepy murmur in answer, the elder Jedi closed off
the link and turned to reenter the dwelling in the hope of
cleaning himself up before anyone else arose. What had just
occurred might not have been the wisest course of action he
could have taken, but he would not change it or rescind it for
anything. Something nagging at the back of his mind told him
there would be very few chances left for such things - at least
on this mission.
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