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Archive: Master And Apprentice, any others please ask
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Spoilers: none
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none, save that this isn't beta'd and it's my first
slash fic! Eek!
Feedback: Much appreciated, and might just encourage me
Summary: Found inspiration in *that* scene in
Nightwatch;)
Disclaimer: Owned by George Lucas, blah blah, no money made,
blah, blah, promise to put them back after a bad night's rest.
Obi-Wan followed his master dutifully through the sidewalks of
Coruscant towards the restaurant. Even though both Master and
Padawan had shed their jedi lives for the evening off, he found
it difficult not to walk typical Padawan style. He considered
walking just behind and to the left of Qui-Gon his natural
place. To do otherwise would have made the young man feel
terribly awkward. Before they left, Qui-Gon had teased him a
bit, tried to coax Obi-Wan to walk at his side, and he did for
a while, but then the Padawan slyly eased himself into the
usual position. Qui-Gon gave up soon after that, and realized
he enjoyed Obi-Wan's presence behind him. He liked always
seeing the handsome young man whenever he cast a glance over
his shoulder. Then the image of having Obi-Wan behind him,
fucking him like he had always wanted him to, briefly flashed
through his suddenly fevered mind. Qui-Gon slammed his mental
shields up before his apprentice could catch even a glimmer of
the thought.
"Master Qui-Gon, is something wrong?" Obi-Wan asked, noticing
that Qui-Gon's posture stiffened for just a moment, then
relaxed. The older man looked back at him with a small, yet
stunning smile that caused Obi-Wan to catch his breath. A flash
of mischief ran through the deep blue eyes and Obi-Wan's mouth
dropped open.
"Everything's fine, Padawan, I was simply thinking about
something" was Qui-Gon's answer. Qui-Gon's eyes were observing
him closely, and it made him feel a bit naked as they stood
just outside the door to the restaurant. Obi-Wan decided to
dismantle the unnerving situation. He was used to Qui-Gon
observing him, the man had to, being his teacher and all, but
tonight there was something different altogether about his
Master's eyes. He closed his mouth with a gulp and
grinned.
"And here I am, thinking we had the night off, and you are
meditating on something" Obi-Wan said with a smile. Qui-Gon
opened the door to the restaurant and motioned for his Padawan
to go through. Obi-Wan bowed his head, thanked him and entered
the quiet, small establishment.
"It's not what you think, Padawan, I was considering far more
interesting things than the inner workings of the force" 'like
having you slide your cock into me up to the hilt, I wonder if
you would do that for me, Padawan?'
To that answer, Obi-Wan turned, his hazel eyes flaring in
interest. Qui-Gon looked him squarely in the face, his own
features not betraying the fact that he desired his apprentice
so badly. The two were close now, close enough for Obi-Wan to
tilt his chin up and nibble lightly on those soft,
lavender-colored lips of his master, yet he declined, for the
moment.
"And I wonder what you are contemplating, Master"
Obi-Wan found himself curious, but Qui-Gon was obviously not
going to tell him just what he was contemplating, as his master
pulled from the near-embrace with a brief smile to talk to the
maitre-d about seating. Obi-Wan watched the man walk away,
observing the graceful form shift under the dark blue tunic and
tight-fitting leggings that matched. Perhaps therein lie the
real reason he enjoyed walking behind his Master so often. It
wasn't only out of habit, but perhaps also because the view was
quiet pleasant. He allowed his eyes to linger, watching him
talk, taking in how Qui-Gon used his hands when he spoke. The
maitre-d was held just as captive as Obi-Wan was.
"Obi-Wan?" He was broken out of his reverie when Qui-Gon came
up to him. They were led to a small circular table with
moon-shaped booth surrounding half of it. A light beige table
cloth covered the table and it was set for two. He was amazed
at the elegant, demure atmosphere of the place. Taking his
place at Qui-Gon's side, he wondered how the Jedi Master could
afford such an outing. He stayed quiet as his Master ordered a
flame brandy for himself.
"Obi-Wan, would you like something to drink?" Qui-Gon asked,
and Obi-Wan blinked vacantly for a moment.
"Er, yes, Master. Do you have Corellian Ale?"
"Yes, sir." The waiter made a note of the order and left the
two in silence. Qui-Gon turned his attention to his apprentice.
Another move closer and he was practically sitting on the young
man's lap. A look of surprise was all he got from his
apprentice and he simply smiled at Obi-Wan. The young man was
quiet a vision in the civilian clothing he wore. A simple, long
sleeve black tunic that had a small slit in the collar,
granting Qui-Gon a small view of the hairless chest underneath.
Black silken leggings clung to the muscular legs. Obi-Wan felt
a little excited from the examination Qui-Gon was giving him,
so he began talking about mundane things, the classes he was
taking in physics, his lightsaber practice. All the while
Qui-Gon listened intently, his eyes practically burning off
Obi-Wan's clothing. Qui-Gon rested one hand upon Obi-Wan's
thigh, causing his apprentice to jump, startling the young man.
Obi-Wan flushed a little at the close contact and searing looks
that his Master was giving him. Qui-Gon felt his groin grow hot
at the sight. When the waiter returned with their drinks,
Qui-Gon's self control was beginning to fade rapidly.
Apparently Qui-Gon knew the cuisine of the restaurant better,
so Obi-Wan let his Master order for both of them.
"I've heard their Bantha steaks are excellent" Qui-Gon stated
simply, taking a small sip of the fire brandy, enjoying the
harsh burn of the alcohol. Obi-Wan nodded and drank some of his
own ale. He was surprised to see his master drink, but he noted
that tonight was special for both of them, as they rarely got
time off.
"This is certainly a nice restaurant you've chosen, Master.
What is the occasion?"
"Nothing in particular, my Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon's voice dropped
significantly. Obi-Wan liked it, it sounded close to a purr. "I
just wanted a change for once. I got tired of the commissary
food" Qui-Gon said in a soft voice, his mouth precariously
close to Obi-Wan's ear. Obi-Wan shivered slightly, then took a
swig of his ale. Qui-Gon chuckled softly, then took a large
drink from his brandy. Placing the drink back on the table,
Qui-Gon then reached for a napkin by Obi-Wan and placed it
without a second thought onto his Padawan's lap. Driven by the
liquid courage he just drank, Qui-Gon realized it was now or
never to reveal his feelings for Obi-Wan. Anyone watching their
table would simply see him putting a napkin on Obi-Wan's lap.
No one noticed that his hand remained there. He leaned in close
enough for only Obi-Wan to hear.
"One word and I'll stop" he spoke, his voice soft, brushing
lightly past the auburn hairs surrounding his Padawan's ear. He
ran a single finger down the length of Obi-Wan's soft manhood.
The young man's eyes widened and he gasped. Was his master
propositioning him? In a public eating house? He shivered in
anticipation, his mouth hung open as he turned his head to look
at Qui-Gon. The older man's eyes were dark blue with lust, his
light-brown, streaked with silver hair feathered about his
shoulders and face, for he had not tied it back in it's usual
style. It made Qui-Gon look radiant. Obi-Wan wet his lips and
stared for a long moment. Qui-Gon was beginning to think that
this would turn out horribly wrong, that Obi-Wan would not only
leave the restaurant, but report him to the council. It would
cause quiet a scandal, the Jedi Master offering a hand job to
his Padawan in an eatery. Qui-Gon felt flush, and almost pulled
himself away before he felt the touch of his apprentice's mind
to his.
/Yes./
/Padawan?/
/I want you to do this, Master, I want you to touch me./ With
this, Obi-Wan pushed forward against his Master's hand. Qui-Gon
gasped and accepted Obi-Wan's wish with as much enthusiasm as
he could muster in such public surroundings. With an eager
hand, he moved the napkin lower onto Obi-Wan's thighs and
started fumbling with the leggings, after a moment of nervous
maneuvers and an anxious look from Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon lifted the
half-hard member from its confinement. When the hand that
Obi-Wan had fantasized about since his early teens finally
engulfed him, Obi-Wan let out a loud gasp.
/Obi-Wan?/ his Master sent along the link, his tone full of
worry. He didn't stop in his soft stroking, his calloused hand
working lovingly along the hard length of Obi-Wan's cock. The
sensation was so delicious that Obi-Wan found himself panting
loudly.
/Don't stop, your hand feels so good/ Obi-Wan whimpered
mentally. The waiter came by to check on them, thinking
Obi-Wan's loud 'Ah!' was a summons. Noticing that the young man
was clearly aroused, the waiter gave him a curious look.
"Is there something you need, sir?"
/Yes, I need my Master's mouth on my dick/ was Obi-Wan's
thought. However he knew it wouldn't work, so he settled for
something else. He heard his Master's mental chuckle through
their link, which at the moment was singing loudly through his
mind.
"No, thank you, we're fine" His voice came out as a small
squeak, breaking at the sensation of Qui-Gon's hand giving him
a rough tug. He looked over at Qui-Gon and the Jedi gave the
waiter a small innocent smile, even as his hand picked up its
sexual assault on his Padawan's shaft.
"Very well then."
/Sorry/ was Qui-Gon's reply.
/oohhh, perfectly all right. I meant what I thought back there.
I want you, Master/ Obi-Wan sent as a rough gasp escaped his
lips. Obi-Wan felt the spark of Qui-Gon's own happiness at his
remark. He never thought he could become so aroused, but then
he'd never felt the touch of his Master like this before.
Qui-Gon was watching him nonchalantly, his gaze occasionally
flickering to those closest to them nervously. Obi-Wan gasped
and moaned loudly. He was trying so hard not to make any noise,
but it was unbearable. Qui-Gon rubbed his hand over the shaft,
the skin feeling like the finest made velvet, but underneath
was stiff as steel. He let out a soft moan of his own as he
watched his apprentice squirm and pant and moan under his hand.
There was small smile on the beautiful young man's mouth as it
hung open in blinding pleasure.
/Fuck that feels so good, so good Master!/ "Ah!" Some of the
patrons got flustered and began to stare as Obi-Wan got louder
and closer to orgasm.
/Obi-Wan, you look so beautiful right now, are you close?/
Qui-Gon began stroking faster, his hand deftly using the small
amount of pre-cum and using it as lubricant.
"Oh!"/Master, I'm going to...I love you!/ With that last
thought, Obi-Wan cried out loud, his hazel eyes slamming shut
and he gasped. Obi-Wan exploded into his Master's hand, sending
streams of come over the napkin and Qui-Gon. A small smile
curved his lips and he panted in his recovery, his face flushed
and body sated from the experience.
/I love you as well my Obi-Wan/ Qui-Gon sent to him, but the
two were distracted by the waiter again. The man was obviously
upset by Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon's display.
"I'm afraid I have to ask you both to leave" the waiter said
curtly, his mouth curved downwards in a disapproving
frown.
"You do not have to ask us to leave" Qui-Gon said with a wave
of his (clean) hand. The waiter swayed slightly under the
massive power of the mind whammy Qui-Gon had just
delivered.
/Force abuse Force abuse/ Obi-Wan's mental laughter made
Qui-Gon smile broadly, much as he loved his apprentice's sense
of humor, it was distracting him.
"I don't have to ask you to leave"
"You need to bring us our food and leave us be" another wave of
the hand, but this time Obi-Wan was the one doing the
work.
"I think your orders are ready, I'll bring them" the waiter
said in a dazed tone of voice and left the two Jedi alone. By
the time he had disappeared, Obi-Wan was chuckling to
himself.
"What do you find so funny, Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked, trying to
sound serious.
"Now how are you going to eat one-handed, Master?" Obi-Wan
said, indicating Qui-Gon's messy hand that rested on the young
man's soft member. Qui-Gon gave him a soft squeeze and started
to lift his hand up from Obi-Wan's lap.
/Master!/
/What? I'm only going to clean it up/ with that, Qui-Gon lifted
his hand to his mouth and began licking it clean as Obi-Wan
gaped at him. Since everyone was no longer interested in him,
Obi-Wan was the only audience for this erotic act. Qui-Gon let
out a soft groan as he delicately licked the remaining come
from his massive hand. His wet, pink tongue totally engulfed
Obi-Wan's focus as Qui-Gon licked between fingers and sucked
each one dry.
/There, all gone/ Qui-Gon's mind voice all but purring in
contentment.
/Oh, Master!/ Obi-Wan drew Qui-Gon's face to his, giving the
man a passionate, short kiss. Briefly, their mouths opened into
the kiss and Obi-Wan thrust his tongue inside. He tasted the
tartness of his own fluids inside his master's lush mouth and
it almost made him hard again. Noticing that the waiter had
returned with their food, Qui-Gon broke off the kiss and gave
the waiter an innocent smile.
"Your dinners, sirs" the waiter said curtly as he placed the
well-presented steak dinners on the table in front of
them.
"Thank you, when you return, my friend and I would appreciate
some fresh drinks" was Qui-Gon's reply as he held up a half
empty glass.
"Of course, sir" and the waiter left them alone to their meals.
Obi-Wan was already slicing his steak apart, apparently
famished after his erotic ordeal. Qui-Gon watched the young man
for a moment before attacking his own plate.
"You're going to regret what you just did, Master" Obi-Wan
teased, a smile across his lips.
"Oh?" Was his Master's only reply. The man hardly looked like
someone that had just broken about 12 laws regarding sex in
Coruscant as he distractedly cut his steak, still looking at
Obi-Wan. He raised his eyebrow at his cheeky apprentice.
"Indeed. You'll find that payback's a bitch I think" Obi-Wan
said as he speared a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.
Qui-Gon prayed that mouth would soon be playing havoc with his
senses, and from that look in his Padawan's eyes, his prayers
would be answered shortly. "I was rather hoping you would say
that, Obi-Wan" was his answer and the two ate dinner as if
nothing had changed, save for the erotic deserts that Obi-Wan
was mulling over in his mind for his master.
The end;)
There will be a sequel if I get enough feedback! Muahahaha!
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