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Rassberry Jam
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Obi-Wan stood at the window, watching as the planet Origon grew smaller and smaller as their ship pulled away. He heard the soft footstep behind him but didn't turn. A moment later, two strong arms encircled him and pulled him back against a hard body.
"You seem melancholy," Qui-Gon's low voice said against the curve of his ear. "Are you sorry to be leaving?"
Obi-Wan gave a sad little smile, eyes still on the window. "It is a wonderful planet," he said. "So many things about it to love. The people, the climate, those incredible orange and purple sunsets . . ."
"The Rassberry Jam?"
Obi-Wan chuckled. "Yes. And the Rassberry Jam." He turned in his Master's arms to look up into that handsome, grinning face only inches from his. "I can't help it! It was delicious!"
"Yes, it was good." Qui-Gon stepped back, disentangling. "Come to bed, love. It's been a long day."
Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes, I will. In a few more minutes."
Qui-Gon nodded, then turned quietly and disappeared down the corridor to their room. Obi-Wan turned for one final look at the blue and gold world before the ship shuddered into hyperdrive. With a sigh, he made his way to join Qui-Gon.
His Master was already in bed when he arrived. Sitting up, his back against the wall, Qui-Gon was covered from the waist down by only a thin sheet that left nothing to the imagination. Obi-Wan grinned hungrily.
"I have something for you," Qui-Gon said, his voice a lusty purr.
Obi-Wan glanced pointedly at the tented fabric over the older man's groin. "Yes. I can see that."
His Master grinned. "No, something besides that." He scooted over and patted the empty bed beside him.
"And, what would that be?" Obi-Wan asked as he undressed.
"You'll find out soon enough."
Obi-Wan slipped into bed at last, and Qui-Gon slid down to lie beside him, propped up on one elbow so that he could gaze down into the face of his beloved. "Close your eyes," he ordered softly.
The Padawan blinked. "Why?"
"So I can give you your surprise."
Obi-Wan happily subsided, letting himself relax into the bed as he closed his eyes. A moment later, he felt a gentle finger stroke his lower lip.
"Open your mouth."
Again, he obeyed, and a thick digit slid between his teeth. He swirled his tongue around it --- and his eyes flew open wide with delight. "Rassberry Jam!" he exclaimed. Qui-Gon chuckled as Obi-Wan sat up and reached for the jar. The fact that he hadn't so much as smelled his latest obsession was a tribute to his Master's skill with the Force. "I can't believe you brought some along!"
"I knew how much you loved it," Qui-Gon told him, watching in amusement as Obi-Wan scooped another finger full of it into his mouth. "So I bought you a whole case of it."
The blue-green eyes lit up. "Thank you! It's delicious!" He dipped his finger into the jar again, but this time Qui-Gon intercepted it, catching his wrist and drawing his hand toward him until the older Jedi could take the jam-besmeared finger into his own mouth. Obi-Wan's eyes went dark with lust as Qui-Gon sucked the jam off.
"Mmmm," Qui-Gon murmured. "Yes. It is good."
Still holding the jar in one hand, Obi-Wan used the other to push his lover down onto the bed. He leaned over him, the tip of his tongue showing as he gazed down onto that magnificently muscled chest beneath him. Rising to his knees, he slowly pulled the sheet away, revealing the rest of the Master's body inch by slow inch. "Mmmm," he repeated, throwing one leg across Qui-Gon until he was straddling his beloved's hips. He dipped a fingertip into the jam and held it in front of Qui-Gon's mouth. Like a snapping tortoise, the Master grabbed it up, slowly caressing the finger with his tongue as he sucked off the jam. When Obi-Wan's finger was released, the Padawan leaned in for a long, passionate kiss.
"Mmmm, you taste good," he said, gazing down into the dark blue eyes beneath him. On a whim, he spread a drop of jam on one of his Master's dusky nipples. Still straddling Qui-Gon's hips, he leaned forward to lick it off. "Mmmm."
A low growl was his answer. Grinning, Obi-Wan repeated the gesture on the other nipple.
"Delicious," he whispered, his breath ghosting across the damp, pebbled skin and drawing a shudder from the Jedi Master. He scooted down until he was sitting lightly on Qui-Gon's thighs and he could see the full length of the engorged cock that curved up against the older man's stomach. He spread a thin line of jam down the underside of the organ, feeling it twitch at his touch. His eyes never leaving those of his lover's, he leaned down slowly to lick the sweet stickiness away.
"Obi-Wan," his Master growled, needing more than this slow, gentle touch.
"Patience, beloved," he urged. He spread jam on the flared head then slowly licked that off as well. Strong hands reached up to catch his head, trying to hold him in place. "Hands on the bed," he warned, his gaze flicking up to meet Qui-Gon's. "Or I'll have to tie them." A low, needy moan reached him as the hands left him to clinch in the sheets. "Better," he said in approval. "Now, where was I?"
"I believe you were in the middle of torturing me to death," Qui-Gon said dryly.
"Ah, yes. So I was." He trailed one sticky finger up his Master's length, stroking it over the sensitive slit, gathering up some of the moisture gathered there. "Mmmm," he said again, tasting his finger. Qui-Gon's hands tightened in the sheets.
"Obi-Wan," he growled again, his hips thrusting up, demanding more.
The apprentice shook his head in mock disappointment. "Really, Master, I thought you had better control than this."
The intense blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "I'll show you control," he said, and Obi-Wan felt his muscles bunching, preparing to move.
"Stay there!" he ordered, pointing his gooey finger at his Master. "This is my present," he said, indicating the bottle of jam. "Therefore, I'm in charge. And I have lots more playing to do."
"You mean, 'teasing'."
"That, too." He eyed the man beneath him up and down, as if wondering what to do next. Finally, he reached up to turn Qui-Gon's head to one side, exposing the right side of his face. A moment later, the older man gasped as a dollop of cold jam dropped into his ear. But, it didn't stay there long. Obi-Wan's tongue dipped immediately inside to slurp it away.
Qui-Gon writhed under him, moaning, as more jam was spread down his neck and onto his throat. A hot mouth and an active, wet tongue followed, licking and sucking and driving him completely insane. He thrust upwards with his hips, trying to press his throbbing erection against his lover, but Obi-Wan stayed just out of reach, still pinning Qui-Gon down with his weight.
"Please!" the older Jedi gasped, as close to begging as he ever came.
Obi-Wan chuckled. "I love driving you to the edge of desperation," he murmured.
"You do it well," the Master commented, shuddering as Obi-Wan filled his belly button with Rassberry Jam and licked it out.
'Turn over," his tormenter ordered, swinging his weight off Qui-Gon's hips so he could comply. Obi-Wan eyed the long, elegant back hungrily. "Hands over your head."
Qui-Gon wrapped one hand around the other, holding on as if to a lifeline, and pressed them against the headboard. He drew in a sharp breath as ghost-like fingers of the Force gripped them and bound them in place.
"Shhh," Obi-Wan soothed, reaching to knead suddenly tense shoulder muscles. He knew Qui-Gon did not like being restrained, knew he allowed it only for his lover's sake. "Shhh. I won't hurt you. You remember your safe word?"
Qui-Gon nodded wordlessly, shivering as his hair was parted and pushed off his shoulders, exposing his back.
"Good," his lover murmured. "I won't do anything you don't like." He stroked his hands down the stiff spine, spread them out over washboard ribs and down onto the firm, pale globes, using his thumbs to separate them. A quick stroke of his tongue in that secret place turned Qui-Gon's thoughts away from his bondage. "Spread your legs, my love," he said, then slid between the muscular thighs, using his knees to press them wider still.
He dipped his finger into the jam again and smeared a line of it down Qui-Gon's back, from nape to anus, then leaned in for a taste.
"Mmmm," he said a moment later, his breath stirring the fine hairs at the back of Qui-Gon's head. "I don't know which is sweeter - the taste of your skin or the Rassberry Jam."
Qui-Gon shifted on the bed, rubbing his erection against the sheets. A firm hand on his lower back stopped him.
"Be still!" came the order. "Or do you want your legs bound, too?"
The older Jedi moistened suddenly dry lips. "No," he said, his voice hoarse with arousal. He sagged into the mattress.
Obi-Wan leaned back over him, bracing himself with one hand, trailing the other lightly up a ticklish side while his mouth sought the line of jam.
"Delicious," he said, sampling the skin between Qui-Gon's shoulder blades. He lapped up the jam like a feline, letting his teeth scrape lightly against the flesh. He grinned at the soft moan his efforts caused. Shifting downward, he used the tip of his tongue to draw patterns, then pressed his open mouth against the sweetness and sucked, hard, drawing blood to the surface.
Qui-Gon squirmed beneath him, but Obi-Wan held him still. When at last he raised his head, a satisfyingly red circle marked his lover's back. He laved it with his tongue, soothing any minor hurt.
// So beautiful, // he sent through their bond, his mouth otherwise occupied as he followed the trail of jam lower. Some had pooled in the depression just above Qui-Gon's ass, and he spent a long time there, licking and sucking until not a trace remained and his Master was writhing in need.
// Please, Obi . . .//
// Patience, my own, // he sent back, throwing himself body and soul into his pleasurable task. // Live in the moment. The future will come when it comes. Isn't that what you're always telling me? //
A wave of wry amusement answered him. // Easy enough to say when you're not tied to a bed and being eaten alive. //
Obi-Wan chuckled, sending warm breath over damp, sensitized skin. "Now, you've made me lose my place," he chided, then he gave a mock sigh. "I shall just have to begin again, I suppose." He spread more of the fruity delight down his Master's spine. "After all, you have always taught me to be thorough."
"Yes," Qui-Gon said breathlessly, squirming beneath the assault. "But I never had quite this scenario in mind."
Obi-Wan laughed out loud at the wry tone of his Master's voice, then dedicated himself to spreading and licking away more of the tempting sweetness. When he had worked his way down to Qui-Gon's anus again, and his lover's body was writhing and begging for more, he pressed a jam-slickened fingertip inside.
"Ahhh!" Qui-Gon gasped, arching off the bed.
"Be still," Obi-Wan told him again, withdrawing his finger and coating it with more jam. He slid it inside, wiping away the stickiness on the heated, sensitive tissue. "I'm going to fill you with jam, and then I'm going to fuck you," he said, returning his finger a third time to his lover's opening. "How does that sound?"
Qui-Gon was too far gone to answer with more than a moan.
Obi-Wan continued his single-minded quest, adding more and more of the Rassberry Jam to that secret place that was only his. Finally, he repositioned himself, rubbing his finger up and down Qui-Gon's back teasingly.
"Are you ready for me, my own?" he asked in a sultry voice that never failed to make Qui-Gon crazy.
"Yes!" the Master hissed, lifting his hips in anticipation.
"Then, let me love you."
Obi-Wan pressed inside, giving a little gasp as his engorged member slid past the loosened muscles and into the slick passageway, feeling the Rassberry Jam squish and slide around his length.
"So good," he said when at last he was fully sheathed. He withdrew slightly then pushed in again, deliberately brushing across Qui-Gon's prostrate.
The older man cried out and snapped his head back, nearly catching Obi-Wan in the nose. His back arched and his fingers scrabbled in the sheets as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. "More, beloved!" he gasped, thrusting his hips up to meet Obi-Wan's strokes. "Harder, please! Faster!"
Obligingly, Obi-Wan increased his pace and the depth of his strokes, driving hard into his lover's sweet spot each time. Feeling his own orgasm racing toward him, he reached beneath Qui-Gon and fisted his weeping erection.
With a mindless shout, Qui-Gon came, spilling his seed onto the bedclothes. The muscles in his anus spasmed, pulling Obi-Wan over the edge with him. Sated and boneless, both men collapsed, panting for breath.
When finally his mind re-engaged, Obi-Wan reached up to brush sweat-dampened hair from Qui-Gon's face. "Did I say thank you for the Rassberry Jam?" he inquired softly.
Qui-Gon chuckled. "Oh, yes. In more ways than one." He shifted, wincing at the wet spot beneath him. "I'm afraid we must ask for fresh linens."
Obi-Wan nodded. "But, not just yet."
Twin eyebrows rose. "Oh? Did you have something else in mind?"
"Mmm hmmm," Obi-Wan said. He pressed Qui-Gon onto face down again and squirmed until he was leaning over that luscious behind. He dipped one finger into the well-fucked hole then brought it to his lips. "Mmmm," he said, licking away the semen-flavored jam. With that, he settled his mouth over his lover's anus and sucked, hard. He raised his head as Qui-Gon gasped and writhed beneath him. "I believe it's time for desert," he said, just before lowering his head again.
The End