Master Apprentice  Archive Photographs & Memories:The Life and Times of Qui-Gon Jinn - 2000-02-29 |
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Rating: NC17
Category: Romance; PWP
Spoilers: None
Summary: A series of "photographs" and "memories" that relate to Qui-Gon. Each segment is a stand-alone piece, and they are in no certain order.
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.
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Author's Notes: These were inspired by the wonderful series "Snapshots: Obi-Wan Kenobi, This Is Your Life" done by Pumpkin. It is with her permission that I attempt a similar series about Qui-Gon's life. Pumpkin, thank you so much for allowing me to play in your sandbox.
Dedication: This is a belated birthday present for my good friend Sneezer222. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Qui-Gon was bored and edgy. The negotiations had gone on far longer than what was
expected and after five weeks of endless talks and petty squabbling, he was finding it
more and more difficult to stay focused. To make matters worse, the people of this planet
did not accept same-sex relationships, and Qui-Gon was very tired of his forced celibacy.
For the first two weeks, Obi-Wan had thoroughly enjoyed teasing his Master -- running his
tongue sensually across his full lips when he caught Qui-Gon looking at him, exaggerating
his already too-sexy walk, sending erotic pictures of them together through their bond.
Truth be told, Qui-Gon had enjoyed it as well. That was back when they thought they would
be finished with this assignment in a week or two.
He knew it was much harder on Obi-Wan; he was a very vibrant young man and the two of them
enjoyed an extremely healthy sex life. They had been lovers for more than three years, and
Qui-Gon was still amazed at how insatiable and passionate his Padawan was.
He could feel Obi-Wan's frustration growing almost by the hour and continued to send
calming tendrils of love and understanding through their bond. The young man was spending
most of his free time practicing the harder katas as a way to relieve some of the building
pressure, and though it helped, it was not enough.
And then without warning, the dispute was over and the Jedi would be on their ship heading
for Coruscant after the celebration the next day. As soon as the last document was signed,
Qui-Gon went in search of his Padawan, wanting to see the young man's face when he heard
the news.
That morning during firstmeal, Qui-Gon spoke to his Padawan of the stalled negotiations.
"I know this has been difficult for you, Obi-Wan, but I want you to know I think you
have handled this whole affair quite well."
"Thank you, Master," the young man replied, smiling shyly. "I believe all
the extra meditation on stilling my mind as well as my body during these types of
negotiations has really paid off."
"You have definitely shown a marked improvement over our last mission, when I was
tempted to use Force bonding to quell your fidgeting during the talks." Qui-Gon
smiled easily at his Padawan. "In fact, I think your behavior has earned you a day
off. I see no need for you to sit in on the negotiations today."
Obi-Wan grinned happily at his Master, and Qui-Gon realized how much he had missed seeing
the young man smile. "I think I'll spend the day in the East Gardens," Obi-Wan
began thoughtfully. "It has a lot of open space where I can practice my seventh form,
and it has some great trails for running."
"Then I'll know where to find you should I need you," Qui-Gon responded, rising
from the table. He walked around to where his Padawan sat and placed a hand on the young
man's shoulder, squeezing gently.
Obi-Wan raised his head to look at his Master and for just a moment was overwhelmed with
the love he saw in Qui-Gon's gaze. The young man shivered slightly and closed his eyes,
the desire and love he had for his Master radiating from him in waves. Qui-Gon sucked in
his breath as he fought against the urge to sweep his Padawan into his arms. Finally
finding his center, he released the breath he had been holding and moved away, very much
aware of his rock hard erection.
By the time he left their quarters, Qui-Gon had once again achieved the appearance of the
calm, serene Jedi Master, though inwardly he yearned to be outdoors with his Padawan,
sparring or meditating or simply enjoying the fresh air. He felt as if he had been cooped
up for months instead of weeks and was not looking forward to another long, boring day of
futile negotiations.
So much had changed in such a few short hours, he mused as he strolled through the
gardens, following Obi-Wan's Force signature. Though he was anxious to share the good news
with his Apprentice, he couldn't help but enjoy the beauty of his surroundings as he wound
his way through the overgrown paths.
He came up short as he rounded a bend and saw the object of his search in a small clearing
just ahead. He immediately recognized the kata Obi-Wan was performing as the last level of
the seventh form, and the young man was doing it beautifully. Eyes closed, shirtless and
barefoot, his muscles rippling as he leapt and twirled. He was poetry in motion, Qui-Gon
thought, unable to take his eyes off his Padawan.
Qui-Gon shrugged out of his robe and let it drop to the ground. His belt, sash and tunic
quickly followed, and then he was striding to his Padawan's side, joining him in the kata.
Qui-Gon was aware of the joy rippling through their bond as the young man sensed his
Master's presence.
As the kata came to an end Qui-Gon continued to move, flowing easily into another, more
difficult kata. Obi-Wan recognized the movements immediately and couldn't help but smile
as he followed the older man's lead. His Master was beginning the Ken'tal, an incredibly
fast and complex series of movements that only the most proficient of Force users were
able to perform, and only then after years of practice.
Their bodies only a hairsbreadth apart, they jumped, kicked, spun and flipped in total
unison as the Force sang strongly through their bond. Obi-Wan loved doing this kata with
his Master and spent long hours practicing so that he could match the older man's speed.
It was very unusual for a Master / Padawan pair to be able to perform the exercise even at
half speed, as it required a unity between the two that normally was only seen in couples
long bonded. It was a testament to the strength of the lifebond between Qui-Gon and
Obi-Wan that they were able to execute it perfectly at full speed.
Qui-Gon felt as if he were soaring as they moved faster and faster and he realized just
how much he had missed working out with his Padawan. They had managed to find the time to
do some light sparring and a few of the basic katas, but this was what his body craved. He
gave in totally to the exhilarating sensations flowing through and around him.
They were a blur of motion as the kata neared its apex, arms and legs flowing everywhere
at once. A single misstep and one or both of them could end up severely injured, and yet
they moved with a confidence born of perfect trust and faith in the other's abilities.
They faced each other as they began the final steps of the kata, their bodies not quite
touching, their eyes locked. They moved as if they were truly two halves of a whole, even
their breathing was in perfect sync. Their bond was nearly humming with their love for one
another and neither of them had ever felt closer to the Living Force as they did at that
moment. The kata ended with the men flowing easily downward into the classic meditation
position, knees touching, hands resting lightly on their thighs, heads bowed and eyes
closed.
After a moment the older man raised his head and found himself staring into the
ever-changing gray-green eyes of his young lover. Once again Qui-Gon was humbled at the
passion and devotion he saw on Obi-Wan's face, and all he wanted to do was to return that
love tenfold. Qui-Gon gathered all of the emotions he was feeling for his apprentice and
let them surge through the bond they shared, inundating the young man's mind and heart
with a love so strong and pure it was almost palatable.
The only outward sign that anything had transpired between the two men was a slight gasp
from Obi-Wan as he was hit with the force of his Master's love. A single tear slid
unheeded down the older man's cheek and Obi-Wan had to close his eyes in order to stop
himself from leaning forward and pressing his lips against the tiny drop of wetness before
it disappeared into his Master's moustache.
With a sigh, Qui-Gon moved back to sit on the ground, crossing his legs in front of him.
He needed to put a little space between the two of them so that he could try to regain
some of his control. Obi-Wan remained kneeling, watching his Master closely.
"Force, but you test me," Qui-Gon breathed softly.
Obi-Wan smiled at his Master. "I love you, Qui-Gon." The older man closed his
eyes as a slight shudder went through his body. After a moment his apprentice continued,
"I was surprised you were able to join me. Did you finally decide to take my advice
and give them all a Force suggestion to settle the negotiations?"
Qui-Gon chuckled. "I was hoping that would go undiscovered."
"Don't worry, Master. Your secret is safe with me."
"Actually, Padawan, I do have some news I think you will be pleased to hear." He
went on to tell the young man the surprising turn of events at the negotiation table.
"I was beginning to think we were going to have to apply for citizenship,"
Obi-Wan grinned. "I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I can't wait to get
back to Coruscant."
"This mission has been very trying," Qui-Gon said in agreement. "And you
are right, my Padawan. Coruscant, with all of its traffic and noise, is far preferable to
this place."
"That's only because you can't have your wicked way with me here," Obi-Wan
teased, fluttering his eyelashes in an exaggerated parody.
Qui-Gon chuckled again as he rose to his feet. "Anything worth having in life is
worth waiting for, young Padawan," he intoned, using his best Teacher voice.
"Ah, but Master, wouldn't you agree that it is so much nicer if you can have what you
want right now?" Obi-Wan's eyes darkened with desire and he ran his tongue slowly
over his full, sensuous lips.
Qui-Gon knew his Padawan would show him no mercy now that their departure date was so
close. He was not surprised to find himself actually looking forward to the young man's
covert seduction attempts over the next rotation.
Ignoring Obi-Wan's comment, Qui-Gon walked over to where his clothes lay in a heap. As he
dressed he spoke to his apprentice, "I am going to prepare a report to send to the
Council. I'm sure they will be pleased to know the negotiations were finally successful.
Later this afternoon I have to meet with some of the other negotiators to work out a few
minor details, but I should be back at our quarters before thirdmeal. The ceremony begins
at noon tomorrow and we only need put in a cursory appearance. Once the speeches are
concluded and the celebration is underway we will be able to leave."
"I'll get us packed this afternoon," Obi-Wan replied without a trace of the
teasing lover he'd been only moments before. "Will we be wearing our dress whites to
the ceremony?" At his Master's nod, he continued, "I'll make sure they're ready.
To make things easier, I think I'll get the rest of our things stowed on the shuttle this
afternoon."
Adjusting the folds of his robe, Qui-Gon stepped closer to his Padawan who was now leaning
against the trunk of a tree. "I am very proud of you, my Obi-Wan," he said
softly, kneeling next to the young man. "As my lover you are my equal and I would not
have it any other way. Yet you have never had any difficulty switching back to the role of
my apprentice. Very few young men would be able to handle it as well."
Obi-Wan looked at the older man for a long moment, weighing his words. "Master, the
lessons you've taught me are not easily forgotten. Since I was thirteen years old you have
been many different things to me, but first and foremost you have always been my Master.
And now you are my lover, my lifemate, and that is something I treasure beyond all else,
but you are still first and foremost my Master."
"You are wise beyond your years, Padawan. And one day you are going to be a great
Jedi Knight." His voice softened, "I look forward to spending the rest of my
life with you by my side, both as a Jedi and as my lifemate."
"Do you have any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" Obi-Wan asked,
his voice deep and husky.
"I believe I have some idea," Qui-Gon gave his Padawan a long, smoldering look.
"Just remember what I said, love. Waiting for something makes the getting of it all
the sweeter." With that he rose gracefully to his feet and headed off, leaving his
Padawan staring after him.
True to form, Obi-Wan was relentless in the seductive teasing of his Master, though his
actions remained unnoticed by all but Qui-Gon. When the older man returned to their
quarters after finishing his business with the negotiators, he found his Padawan sitting
at the desk, his fingers flying over the keys of the comm unit.
"Catching up on your mail, Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked, pulling off his robe.
"Yes, and I'm downloading yours now," the young man answered, rising to his
feet. "I've put some water on for your tea and it should be ready in a couple of
minutes."
"You have always taken such good care of me, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said with a
gentle smile.
Obi-Wan grinned, blushing slightly. "We have a little more than an hour before we are
to meet the delegates for thirdmeal," he continued easily as he headed for the
fresher. "I think I'll take a shower while you have your tea and check your
mail."
A few minutes later, Qui-Gon heard the water running in the shower as he settled down to
read his mail, a hot cup of tea in his hand. He quickly scanned the numerous messages,
saving those that required his attention for later and deleting the rest. He came to the
last message and froze, his cup halfway to his lips.
"Master," the message began. "I am in the shower and I am thinking about
you, wishing you were in here with me. I begin soaping my body, fantasizing that it is
your hands and not mine that holds the soap. Do you know how much I love your hands? So
strong and powerful yet silky soft when you touch me. I would know your hands anywhere as
I've spent long hours studying them. I am rubbing my fingers around my nipples, Master,
just the way you do. They are hard pebbles under my touch. I pinch and roll each one and
can no longer hold back my moan.
"I slide my hands down my chest, down my stomach, and move to my groin. I am rock
hard for you, Master. I ache for your touch, for your mouth. Just the thought of your hot
mouth closing over my cock, sucking and licking, makes me shudder. You are an incredible
lover, Qui-Gon, have I ever told you that? You know exactly what I need, what I want. You
know how to tease me and draw out my release, making me beg for completion. I have no
doubt you enjoy taking me in your mouth almost as much as I enjoy your ministrations.
"I move one hand down to my sac, gently rolling each ball in my soapy hand while I
start to slowly fist my aching erection. I run my tongue over my lips, pretending it is
your tongue there. I am leaning against the wall and I'm sure if you were nearby, you
would hear my moans. You always tell me how much you love to hear me when we make love.
You are the reason for those sounds, my Master. You play my body like a fine-tuned
instrument, knowing how to draw out the sounds you seem to enjoy so well.
"Are you getting hard? Will you touch yourself while I am in the shower? Probably
not. You have much more control over your body than I will ever have. I am no longer
fondling my balls. Do you know what I am doing now? I have moved my hand around to my anus
and I am slowly circling my tight muscle with a well-soaped finger even as I continue to
thrust my cock into my fist. I am pushing that finger inside, Master, and it feels so
good. I am hot and tight which makes me think about how it feels when I slowly push inside
of you. Oh Master, how I wish it was your large, blunt finger inside of me, preparing me
for your glorious cock.
"Do you know how much I love your cock, my beautiful Master? The way you taste, the
way you smell, the way you feel when you are thrusting inside my body. You are so large
and yet you fit perfectly in me, as if we were made for each other. You know exactly how
to move so that your erection rubs my prostate with each stroke. I have two fingers inside
now, moving in and out, matching the thrusts of my aching cock into my hand.
'I want you so badly, Master. Do you want to know what I have planned for tomorrow, once
we have left this planet? The minute we go into hyperspace, I am going to put the ship on
autopilot and then shove you against the wall. I am going to use Force bonds to hold you
there, so that you will be at my mercy. I am going to kiss you hard, shoving my tongue
deep into your mouth. I am going to suck on your neck hard enough to mark you as mine,
Master. Then I am going to remove your clothes and worship every inch of your body with my
tongue and lips. I am going to drive you insane with my teasing, bringing you close to
climax over and over, and just when you think you can't stand another minute, I am going
to stop and remove my clothes. Then I'm going to bend over the pilot's chair and I'll hear
you suck in your breath when you see what I've done. For I will be ready for you, Master.
"I want you to know that before we leave our quarters in the morning, I am going to
fill myself with lubricant and then insert a plug to hold it there. I want you to think
about me and what is waiting for you while we say our good-byes to the people of this
planet. I wonder how distracted you will be. Will anyone else notice? I doubt it. But I
will know. Oh yes, my Master, I will know.
"I'll release you from the Force bonds then and in one stride you will be behind me.
Will you yank out the plug and shove yourself in deeply? Oh, Master, I think I would like
that very much. Or will you be slow, teasing me the way I have teased you, taking your
time as your remove the plug and then easing yourself inside me?
"Oh, Qui-Gon, I want you so much. I have three fingers inside but it is not enough. I
need your thick, hot cock slamming into me. I am thrusting into my hand and then back on
my fingers, and I am going to come, but it still won't be enough. Oh, Master, my Master, I
need you. Force, I need you inside me or me inside you. I need to hear you groan as you
begin to climax, that sound alone is often enough to bring on my own orgasm.
"I'm coming Master. My balls are tight against my body as I begin to spurt my seed
into the shower. Can you feel my heat, Master? Can you hear me cry out your name over the
running water as I slide down the shower walls? Will you smell my come when you step into
the fresher for your shower? Just a few more hours and I will not have to fantasize about
making love to you. I am looking forward to it, my Master."
Obi-Wan would have been surprised if he could have seen his Master at that moment. Qui-Gon
sat at the desk, drawing in deep breaths as he tried to quell his rampant erection. His
face was flushed, and a fine sheen of sweat had broken out over his face. His eyes were
closed, his lips slightly parted, one hand still holding the forgotten tea, while the
other was drawn into a tight fist on the desk.
By the time Obi-Wan emerged from the fresher, Qui-Gon was once again composed and relaxed.
"That was a very interesting message, my Padawan," he said with a chuckle.
"Glad you liked it, Master," Obi-Wan grinned as he headed into his bedroom to
finish getting ready.
Qui-Gon watched the young man saunter away before he rose from the desk and headed for the
fresher.
During thirdmeal, Obi-Wan continued to torture his Master, and yet not even their dinner
companions sitting next to them were aware of what the young man was doing. The meal
consisted mainly of finger foods, and their hosts were pleased to see how much the younger
Jedi seemed to enjoy the exotic cuisine.
The people of this planet preferred using their fingers in lieu of eating utensils, and it
was common practice to share foods from each other's plates. This gave Obi-Wan the perfect
excuse to lick his fingers after slowly pushing each item past his full, sensuous lips. It
also allowed him to freely feed his Master, and he took full advantage of the situation,
even as the young man was being fed by others at the table.
Each time he pressed some food into his Master's mouth he made sure his fingers brushed
Qui-Gon's lips before bringing them back to his own mouth to lick them clean. Even though
Qui-Gon was animatedly involved in conversation with some of their table mates, he was
very much aware of his Padawan.
Instead of tightening his shields, Qui-Gon allowed his amusement at Obi-Wan's actions to
bleed through their bond, which only encouraged the young man further. Several times when
the Padawan brought his fingers to his Master's lips, Qui-Gon would dart his tongue out,
tasting the young man's fingers even as he was drawing the proffered food into his mouth.
He could feel Obi-Wan's arousal growing as the meal progressed and wondered how long his
Padawan would be able to continue his silent seduction. Though Qui-Gon was not having any
better luck at dampening down his own desire, he was far more proficient at keeping those
feelings hidden from Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gon breathed a mental sigh of relief when the meal finally ended, thinking his torture
was nearly over for the evening. He was wrong. Their hosts insisted the men stay for the
entertainment that was planned for the Jedi, and soon Qui-Gon found himself reclining on
soft pillows as scantily clad exotic dancers began performing for the group. Obi-Wan
discovered a new way to torment his Master, by sending images of him dancing seductively
for the older man, his young, nude body gyrating sensuously to the music.
Qui-Gon spared a glance at his Apprentice and was amused to see the young man's brow
furrowed as he chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes locked on the dancers. He appeared to be
deeply affected by the erotic dancing, yet Qui-Gon knew Obi-Wan was barely aware of the
beautiful women dancing almost directly in front of him. His Padawan was focused on the
mental images he was continuing to send his Master, images in which the young man was
pleasuring himself in front of a naked and highly aroused Qui-Gon.
Stifling a groan, Qui-Gon shifted slightly to try to relieve the tension in his aching
groin. Using just a touch of the Force, he applied gentle pressure to the base of his
cock, forcing his erection back down to a manageable level. He knew Obi-Wan had not
discovered how useful the Force could be in situations such as these, and the Master had
no intention of enlightening the young man any time in the near future. It was only
because of this particular talent that Qui-Gon had been able to withstand the sexual
assault from his Padawan, and he rather enjoyed letting the young man think his Master had
such strong control over his body.
Eventually the entertainment ended and the Jedi were allowed to return to their quarters.
"Did you enjoy the dancing, Master?" Obi-Wan asked slyly as he readied the mats
for their evening meditations.
"Very much, Padawan, and I got the distinct impression that you took a great deal of
pleasure from it as well."
"It -was- very . . . titillating," the young man said, using his most wicked
grin.
"It was at that, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon responded as he lowered himself to a kneeling
position on the mat. "It definitely was at that."
Several hours later, Qui-Gon rose from his meditation to find his Padawan sitting at the
comm unit. "More mail, Padawan?" the Master asked, arching his eyebrow slightly.
"Actually, I was trying to do some reading on Shendal Philosophy, Master. I have a
test on it when we return to Coruscant."
"Would that be Master Be'nyl's class?"
"Yes," the young man sighed heavily. "His lectures can be very dry and
boring," he said, returning to his studies.
The remainder of the evening passed without incident as the two men prepared to retire to
their rooms. Whether he was tired or had his mind on his upcoming test, Obi-Wan had ceased
teasing his Master, much to the older man's relief. Though he had a feeling his control
would be truly tested on the morrow.
The men rose within several moments of each other, just as the twin suns of the strange
planet began cresting on the horizon. Their morning was busy with meditations, last minute
messages to the council, and final preparations for departing. Immediately after
firstmeal, Obi-Wan left their quarters to perform a pre-flight inspection on their shuttle
and returned with barely enough time to get ready for the celebration.
Qui-Gon was already dressed when Obi-Wan entered their quarters. "Very nice,
Master," the young man said appreciatively, his eyes traveling slowly over his
Master's body. "You wear your dress whites very well."
Qui-Gon chuckled at the young man's leer. "The leggings seem to be a bit tighter than
the last time I wore them. Perhaps it is time to be refitted for new ones?"
"Oh I think they are a perfect fit, Master," Obi-Wan sighed, his eyes resting on
the impressive bulge at the top of Qui-Gon's legs.
Grarms, his broad chest, his narrow waist and his long, muscular thighs.
Not surprisingly, Obi-Wan had captured the gaze of many of the women attending the gala,
both young and old. Several of the bolder ones began moving towards him, trying to get his
attention. The young Jedi was well versed in the art of diplomacy, and Qui-Gon smiled as
he watched his apprentice turn on the charm. Within moments he was surrounded by a group
of giggling women, all vying for his attention.
Eventually the guests were asked to take their seats so that the speeches could begin.
Obi-Wan disentangled himself from the flirting women and strode purposefully to the head
table, preparing to take a seat beside his Master. Qui-Gon glanced at the young man and
was surprised to see Obi-Wan wince slightly when he sat down.
"Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked quietly.
"It's nothing, Master," his apprentice whispered back, trying, but failing to
hide a cheeky grin. At that moment Qui-Gon was flooded with images of his Padawan pushing
a plug into his well-lubricated rear end. Unprepared for the mental assault, Qui-Gon
stifled a gasp as his cock instantly became rock hard. He closed his eyes, struggling for
control, and after a moment was able to look at the young man sitting beside him.
Obi-Wan was still grinning, enjoying Qui-Gon's discomfort immensely, for it was not often
that he was able to garner any type of obvious response from his venerable Jedi Master.
Qui-Gon was only dimly aware of the different speakers as he continued to fight his
arousal. Each time he thought he was under control, Obi-Wan would shift slightly in his
chair and Qui-Gon's organ would spring painfully to life.
As soon as the last speaker finished, Qui-Gon was on his feet and heading for the door. By
the time Obi-Wan reached the shuttle, Qui-Gon had finished the pre-flight routine and the
small craft was ready to go. He turned the controls of the ship over to his Padawan, and
the young man slid easily into the pilot's seat.
Both men were all business as they made ready for take-off, and within a few minutes of
Obi-Wan's arrival, the ship was leaving the spaceport. Thirty minutes later, Obi-Wan began
the procedure that would send the craft into hyperspace as Qui-Gon put the shuttle's
computer through a series of system checks.
"We'll be making the jump to hyperspace in two minutes, Master," Obi-Wan intoned
as he handled the controls of the ship.
Qui-Gon's full attention was on the small LCD panel in front of him as he scanned screen
after screen of data. "The left hyperdrive injector is still a little sluggish so you
will need to compensate the trajectory equation by a margin of 6.7 kilometers."
"Understood, Master," the young man responded even as his fingers worked the
controls, making the necessary adjustment. "How is that?"
Qui-Gon studied the screen a moment before answering. "The new heading puts us right
on target."
Obi-Wan nodded briefly. "Hyperspace in one minute -- preparing for the jump."
Both men quickly reached for the restraints that would strap them firmly to their seats
during the rough transition to hyperspace. Once the ship stabilized, their hyperspace
travel would be as smooth as regular space travel, allowing them to move easily about the
small craft. Their return trip to Coruscant would take nearly four standard days, and most
of that would be spent in hyperspace with the shuttle on autopilot. There was little that
needed to be done during this time, other than cursory system checks.
"Now entering hyperspace," Obi-Wan said, pushing buttons on his console.
Instantly they were pushed hard against their seats as the small craft surged forward even
as it began to shudder and pitch. After a moment or two, the ship slipped into hyperspace
and the men relaxed in their seats.
"Setting autopilot," Obi-Wan announced and Qui-Gon began unstrapping himself
from the chair. The young man quickly followed suit and then looked over at his Master.
Rising from his chair, he made his intentions clear. "And now for my fantasy,"
he whispered huskily.
Before he could take a step, Obi-Wan saw a flash of movement and then he was hit by a
large, powerful body shoving him against a wall. Opening his eyes in surprise, the young
man found himself staring into the smoldering blue eyes of his Master. The Padawan moved
his hands to Qui-Gon's chest in an attempt to push him away and hissed sharply as he felt
his wrists gripped by two vise-like fists.
Qui-Gon growled low in his throat as he pushed the young man's arms against the wall,
pinning them high above his Padawan's head. Obi-Wan could feel the entire length of his
Master's hard body pressed against him, effectively immobilizing his smaller frame.
Qui-Gon moved his head so that his lips barely touched the young man's ear.
"Think you could tease me so and get away with it, my Padawan?" His silky smooth
voice did nothing to hide the menacing undertones, and Obi-Wan shuddered, despite the heat
emanating from his Master.
"I asked you a question, Padawan. I expect you to answer me," Qui-Gon continued
whispering, his lips moving against the young man's ear.
"And if I don't?" Obi-Wan replied, his voice deep and husky.
Qui-Gon chuckled softly as he moved his head to look at Obi-Wan, his dark blue eyes
glinting dangerously, his face close enough so that the young man could feel his Master's
warm breath on his lips. "I think you will discover, my young Padawan, that your
Master is well versed in the art of sexual torment."
"Really?" the young man breathed sensuously. "I have a difficult time
seeing you in that role."
"Perhaps a demonstration will make you a believer, then," Qui-Gon whispered as
he moved his head to barely brush his lips against Obi-Wan's.
Obi-Wan arched his neck slightly, trying to capture his Master's lips. "Yes," he
whispered huskily against Qui-Gon's mouth, "I definitely think a demonstration is in
order."
Suddenly Qui-Gon's mouth was devouring Obi-Wan's, his tongue forcing his way past the
young man's lips. Teeth clashed as Qui-Gon tried to shove his tongue into the deepest
recess of his lover's mouth, pressing Obi-Wan's head almost painfully against the wall.
Obi-Wan moaned deeply, his own tongue beginning to duel with the one invading his mouth.
They continued tasting each other for long moments, their tongues sliding against each
other as they licked and swirled. Then Qui-Gon was sucking Obi-Wan's tongue into his own
mouth, bringing another deep moan from the younger man.
Just as suddenly as the devouring kiss began, Qui-Gon ended it by pulling back from his
Padawan. Both men were breathing heavily, as they tried to still their racing hearts.
Qui-Gon stared at his young lover, noting the beautiful gray-green eyes dilated with
desire, the full, sensuous lips already swollen and beginning to bruise.
Qui-Gon began to move his hands slowly down his Padawan's arms, and Obi-Wan realized his
wrists were being held in place by Force bonds. "Now, what was it you said you were
going to do to me in your fantasy?" Qui-Gon asked as his hands continued moving
downward. "Oh, yes, I remember. Something about how you were going to take off my
clothes and try to drive me insane with your mouth and your hands."
Before Obi-Wan could answer, he felt his Master's large hands at his waist and a moment
later his belt and sash fell to his feet. Then those warm hands were sliding up his chest
as his tunic fell open, and Obi-Wan shuddered as the cool air hit his skin. Qui-Gon's
hands continued upward, barely missing the young man's nipples, and came to rest on his
shoulders. Taking one hand at a time from the wall, Qui-Gon removed Obi-Wan's tunic and
let it slide to the floor.
"Hmm," Qui-Gon pondered, drinking in the sight of his Padawan's light brown
nipples. "Should I start tasting you now or should I finish undressing you
first?"
Obi-Wan moaned and arched his chest, feeling as if he were on fire under Qui-Gon's burning
scrutiny.
"What do you want me to do, my lovely Padawan? Do you want me to taste your skin? I
could begin with your nipples as they look very inviting." Qui-Gon reached out and
drew a light circle around each of Obi-Wan's nipples with the tip of his finger. "Or
do you want me to remove your leggings so your beautiful cock can be freed from its
confinement?" One finger moved down to gently stroke the hard erection through the
young man's leggings.
Obi-Wan shuddered, his eyes closed. "Touch me, Master," he whispered hoarsely.
"Touch you where, my love?" Qui-Gon teased. "Here?" A finger softly
circled a very hard nipple. "Or here?" Obi-Wan's penis was once again lightly
stroked.
"Master," Obi-Wan groaned as another shudder went through his body.
"Please."
"You want me to touch you, Padawan, is that it? You want to feel my tongue swirling
around your nipple before I draw it into my mouth and suck on it?"
"Yes!" Obi-Wan hissed through tightly clenched teeth.
"Hmm. That would be very nice, wouldn't it? I do love to feel your nipple harden
beneath my tongue. But, I think I would rather have you completely naked first."
Obi-Wan groaned louder as he struggled against the Force bonds that securely held him
against the wall. Dazedly, he realized there were Force bonds around his ankles as well.
After a moment he ceased struggling, trying instead to center himself in order to regain
some type of control.
"Very good, Padawan," Qui-Gon said softly as he watched the young man work to
calm himself. "It will be much easier for you if you can continue to stay centered. I
would hate to be forced to end this little demonstration before I've had the opportunity
to show you more of my skills."
Obi-Wan focused his eyes on his Master, a small smile playing about his lips. "I am
still not convinced of your supposed skills, Qui-Gon." Though his voice was still a
little shaky, the young man had been able to calm himself considerably. "By all
means, continue your demonstration."
Unable to suppress his own smile, Qui-Gon moved one hand to the waistband of Obi-Wan's
leggings and untied the drawstring. He sank to his knees and placed his hands at the young
man's hips, pushing the leggings gently downward. He stopped when just the tip of
Obi-Wan's erection was exposed and then looking up to make sure his Padawan was watching,
he leaned forward and slowly licked the glistening moisture from the slit of the swollen
penis.
Obi-Wan gasped and tried to arch his hips, struggling for contact as his Master leaned
back, but Qui-Gon held him firmly against the wall. Still looking up at his Padawan,
Qui-Gon ran his tongue over his lips. "I love the way you taste, my Padawan," he
sighed, closing his eyes. "I love to make you come in my mouth. I love the way your
seed tastes as you spurt hotly against my throat." He opened his eyes to look at his
lover and was unable to stop the pulse of raw desire from surging through their bond.
"Master," Obi-Wan groaned as Qui-Gon's desire hit him full force.
Closing his eyes again, Qui-Gon took a deep breath as he struggled for control. After a
moment he relaxed visibly and opened his eyes. "I think we need to get these off,
love," he said, quickly pulling Obi-Wan's leggings down. Keeping his eyes focused on
the young man's boots, he made short work of the fastenings and then lifted each foot to
remove the boot before pulling the leggings the rest of the way off.
Only then did he allow his eyes to roam slowly up the young man's body, coming to rest on
the engorged penis mere inches from his face. Qui-Gon placed his hands on Obi-Wan's thighs
and moved them slowly upward until they were at his hips. "Force, but you are
beautiful," he whispered huskily as he leaned forward and reverently kissed the tip
of Obi-Wan's throbbing erection.
Obi-Wan inhaled sharply and once again tried to thrust into Qui-Gon's mouth but was
brought up short by the large hands holding his hips still. "Oh, please,
Master," he begged hoarsely.
"Please what, my Padawan?" Qui-Gon whispered, his lips close enough to blow warm
air on Obi-Wan's aching cock. Before the young man could answer, Qui-Gon's tongue darted
out to lick at the pre-cum leaking from the slit. Obi-Wan shuddered, moaning incoherently.
"You want me to take you in my mouth, is that it? You want me to lick you and suck on
you until you come?" Qui-Gon's voice was low and husky, and the sound alone was
nearly Obi-Wan's undoing.
"As much as that would please the both of us, my beautiful lover, I don't believe I
have finished my demonstration." With that, he started sliding his hands up the young
man's flat stomach, his fingers finally finding the nipples that begged for attention.
Maddeningly slow, Qui-Gon circled the hard nubs before gently pinching one while at the
same time flicking the other.
"Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan hissed.
Ignoring the young man's plea, Qui-Gon flowed gracefully to his feet. Placing his hands on
the wall at either side of Obi-Wan's face, he bent down to rub his beard roughly against a
nipple, causing his Padawan to groan loudly. Then, without warning, he took the sensitive
nub in his mouth and swirled his tongue quickly around it while sucking gently. All
Obi-Wan could do was continue to groan.
Qui-Gon raised his head to look into his lover's face. "You know," he said
conversationally, "I recall another part of your fantasy from yesterday. Something
about your wanting to mark me as yours, I believe." As he spoke he moved his face to
nuzzle Obi-Wan's neck, eliciting a ragged sigh from the young man. "I think this spot
will do, quite nicely," he mouthed against the tender skin. Then he was sucking
passionately, forcing the blood up to the sensitive skin, and Obi-Wan was writhing under
him, making all sorts of interesting sounds.
Just when Obi-Wan believed he could truly take no more, his Master pulled back, admiring
his handiwork. "I think I like the idea of marking you as mine," he grinned
wickedly at his Padawan. "Though I think it needs something else ..." he trailed
off as he leaned forward. Obi-Wan yelped as strong teeth bit down on the passion mark and
then gasped as a warm wet tongue soothed the bite.
"Master," Obi-Wan cried out in a strangled voice. Qui-Gon raised his head and
was nearly lost as he gazed at the beautiful feast in front of him. Obi-Wan's head was
thrown back, his eyes closed and he was panting heavily through swollen lips that begged
to be kissed. Unable to resist, Qui-Gon leaned in and gently touched his lips to Obi-Wan's
before softly sucking the young man's bottom lip in to his mouth. He moaned softly when he
felt his Padawan's tongue slide sensuously out to taste his Master.
/Love you so much, Master,/ Obi-Wan sighed through their bond Qui-Gon moaned again. He let
go of the soft lip he was sucking so that he could deepen the kiss, granting entrance to
the tongue that was lazily gliding over his lips. Obi-Wan surged against him, and for a
moment the only thing Qui-Gon was aware of was the sweetness of his lover's lips. That and
the hardness thrusting insistently against his groin. Almost as if in a daze he felt
himself thrusting back, his own aching hardness rubbing against a thick thigh.
Marshaling the last of his will, he broke the kiss and pushed himself away from the hard,
willing flesh that his own body painfully craved. Very close to climaxing, Obi-Wan wailed
at the loss of contact.
"Not yet, my love," Qui-Gon panted harshly as he struggled to dampen his arousal
to a more manageable level. "You tortured me far too much for me to allow you to come
this soon."
Beyond speech, Obi-Wan was sucking in deep wracking breaths, his face covered in sweat as
he fought to find his center.
"Do you have any idea what your teasing did to me?" Qui-Gon growled, the sound
coming from low in his throat as he moved to lean against the pilot's seat. Obi-Wan
watched in silence as his Master yanked off his belt and sash. "How badly I wanted
you?" Qui-Gon pulled off his boots. "Each new torment you devised excited me
more than the one before. Each erotic thought you so willingly shared with me became my
focal point, until making love with you was the only thing I thought about." He
shrugged off his tunic. "When you pleasured yourself in the shower and shared that
image with me, I nearly went out of my mind." Qui-Gon tugged at the drawstring of his
leggings and then in one swift movement pulled them down and stepped out of them.
He stood then, legs apart, hands on hips. "Look at what you do to me, Obi-Wan"
he commanded and Obi-Wan obeyed, his eyes moving down to take in the huge, dark red
erection jutting out from Qui-Gon's thick curls, and then lower to the heavy sac hanging
between his Master's legs. "Look at what you do to me," he repeated, softer this
time.
Obi-Wan groaned softly. "Oh, Master," he whispered, his tongue sliding out to
wet his suddenly too dry lips. "So beautiful. You are so magnificent. My wildest
fantasy pales in comparison to you. Qui-Gon. Master. Please touch yourself. I want to see
you stroking yourself."
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon moaned even as his hand slid down to grasp his throbbing
cock. "Oh, Force, Obi-Wan."
"Oh, my Master, my beautiful lover," the young man groaned as he watched his
Master begin to roughly fist his aching erection.
Suddenly Obi-Wan felt the Force bonds around his wrists and ankles snap open and then
Qui-Gon was on him in one long stride. With a feral growl, Qui-Gon yanked the young man
away from the wall and very nearly threw him over the pilot's chair. Obi-Wan barely had
time to grab the arm rests before he felt Qui-Gon behind him. Breathing harshly, Qui-Gon
shoved his knees between the young man's legs, forcing them apart even as his hands began
to squeeze his Padawan's firm rear-end.
"Please! Oh, Qui-Gon, please," Obi-Wan cried as he tried to thrust backwards.
"Need you. In me. Now! Hard!"
Qui-Gon pushed his erection between the crack of Obi-Wan's behind and groaned loudly when
his aching flesh slid against the rubber plug that blocked his way. Obi-Wan cried out as
the plug was pushed deeper by Qui-Gon's hard cock.
"Now! Oh, Master! Oh, please!" Obi-Wan was sobbing as he continued to thrust
backwards, each thrust pushing the plug a little deeper.
The young man cried out again when he finally felt large fingers scrabbling to remove the
plug. "Yes! Oh, yes! Now Qui-Gon!"
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon moaned as he positioned the head of his cock at the entrance
of his lover's body.
"Master!" Obi-Wan wailed when he felt Qui-Gon's penis breach his body.
"Hard, Master. Oh, please do it hard!"
Qui-Gon growled, his hands going to Obi-Wan's hips and he shoved forward, sheathing
himself to the hilt in the hot tightness of the young man's flesh.
"Yes!" Obi-Wan hissed.
Qui-Gon paused, trying to give Obi-Wan a chance to become accustomed to the hard flesh
impaling him, but Obi-Wan was bucking against him, begging his Master not to stop, and
Qui-Gon lost all coherent thought.
He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back in, even as he jerked Obi-Wan's
hips backwards. Their bodies slapped against each other as Qui-Gon began to thrust deeper
and harder. With each stroke, Obi-Wan's cock was pressed against the soft material on the
back of the pilot's chair, causing a delicious friction.
"Harder! Please! Master! Please! Please! Harder!" Obi-Wan's words were being
pounded out of him as Qui-Gon pistoned in and out. Qui-Gon was grunting with each thrust
as sweat poured off of him. He lifted Obi-Wan's hips slightly so that his next thrust
caused his cock to rub against the young man's prostate, and Obi-Wan screamed as bright,
white lights exploded in his head. And then he was coming, his seed spurting, his muscles
clenching tightly around Qui-Gon's cock as he rode the waves of his incredible climax.
Qui-Gon began to shudder as he thrust once, twice, a third time and then he was being
consumed as his orgasm washed over him. His body frozen, every muscle taut, he threw his
head back and released a silent scream as his cock spasmed deep within his lover's body.
Feeling his legs beginning to buckle, Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan close to him and together
they slid bonelessly to the floor, the older man wrapped completely around his lover.
"Oh, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan whispered softly when he could finally talk. "That
was . . . quite a demonstration."
Qui-Gon chuckled. "Then you've learned your lesson about teasing your Master, my
Padawan?"
"Oh, I don't think so, Master," Obi-Wan said, trying to sound serious. "I
think I may need further lessons."
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