by Lyta Alexander, aka the Pink Padawan
(pinkpadawan@yahoo.com)
Category: PWP, First Time, Angst, I guess...
Rating: Most decidedly NC-17!
Archive: M/A and whoever asks me nicely!
Summary: This is an unabashed sex scene with only the hint of
plot, maybe not even that. I'll let it be a surprise! I will
tell you that it was partially inspired by a particularly hot
scene in Liam's movie "Under Suspicion".
Warnings: Lots of sex! (If that's what you are in the mood for,
then this is for you!)
Steam filled the 'fresher chamber, billowing from the tiled
shower, as the hot water beat down upon the two joined bodies.
The young Jedi Knight was pressed forcefully into the wall
under the water flow. The older Jedi took the hot spray as he
thrust repeatedly into the young man's body.
Steam rose from Qui-Gon's streaming wet hair; liquid fire ran
through his muscles. All of it poured into the young Knight,
who shook with the force of the attack, his breath rushing out
of him rhythmically. The young man's face lay sideways against
the tiles; eyes half-lidded, mouth fallen open in a vain
attempt to catch his breath.
Qui-Gon held him steady with tightly folded arms around the
slim hips of the Knight. His hips anchored him as they both
pushed and pulled at the gasping Knight. The water flowed down
the smooth planes of Qui-Gon's back. The rhythm became faster
and more staccato; Qui-Gon grunted viciously as he buried
himself in the Young Knight's body. His teeth clenched with the
force of his pounding;
Suddenly, the Knight's mouth fell wide open; his crystal blue
eyes opened, and a long moan escaped, which rose to a scream as
he lost control. Nerve shocks coursed through him; his breath
came in harsh pants. He came against the tiles as he was
pressed ferociously against them by Qui-Gon's spasming loins.
The young man's sphincter muscles tightened convulsively,
mercilessly pulling Qui-Gon into him, shooting an irresistible
wave of sudden pleasure through his formidable body. He swelled
all at once, convulsing against the young man, pressing him
tightly into the tiled wall as he slumped over the Knight's
shoulder. The two shook violently as they pushed themselves
against each other, opening to the sensations within them,
falling away as the shaking overtook their bodies.
Cool air rushed in as Qui-Gon fell back against the shower
wall, catching his breath, feeling the aftershocks of intense
pleasure. Another pair of sharp blue-gray eyes bored into him,
then lowered to regard the wet young man who lay in a heap at
the front of the shower.
Obi-Wan couldn't believe his eyes. His own master had taken
another to his shower and fucked him senseless, while Obi-Wan
practiced forms and meditation with Master Yoda halfway across
the Temple. The practice had been cut short, however, when
Obi-Wan found he could not control his breathing. He had begged
to be excused on the grounds that he was feeling ill.
As he had approached their suite, Obi-Wan had felt
unaccountably aroused, so much so that he was forced to re-don
his robe to hide the fact from the other masters and padawans
who filed around him in the halls. By the time he had reached
the door, he was breathing so raggedly that he became dizzy.
A helpful master had rushed to his aid as he began to fall
against the wall. Obi-Wan had insisted he was all right, merely
exhausted and without sleep. The master had helped him reach
the door to his and Qui-Gon's quarters, but he apparently had
not noticed the fog in his eyes, the tiny, electric shaking
that coursed through him.
Obi-Wan practically fell through the door; he could feel
everything his master felt. As he tore open the 'fresher door,
he gasped at the sight before him. The desire spiked, but
shocked anger accompanied it and the intense, rising feelings
which he had experienced through his bond stopped short,
trapped, becoming painful. He was witnessing his master in the
aftermath of his loss of control in extreme passion. He grabbed
at the shower latch to hold himself steady and found his master
looking straight at him, his eyes glazed, skin flushed with
desire.
Obi-Wan froze and stood staring at Qui-Gon, his mouth open,
face red with confusion and the stirrings of anger. Neither of
them moved, as the young Knight finally unfolded himself from
the shower floor and raised his head. He had figured out what
was happening through the fog of his consummated lust.
He rose shakily and rushed past Obi-Wan, dizzily finding his
clothes in the main room. His long reddish hair stuck wetly to
him, as he donned the clothing he had earlier thrown off with
such abandon. He glanced briefly back into the 'fresher. The
Knight decided his best move was to clear out, so he picked up
his boots and walked quickly away, almost falling out the door
to Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's suite. He sat at the side of the hall
and pulled his boots quickly on.
Obi-Wan didn't even bother to remove his clothes before he
stepped into the shower to face Qui-Gon. The anger showed clear
in his face, but arousal showed just as clearly. Obi-Wan had
felt everything through his bond with his master, and it all
showed in his eyes. The young man stood under the water, his
tunics soaked thoroughly, his rampant, unsatisfied erection
straining through the now-translucent pants.
Qui-Gon started to speak to him. "Obi-Wan..." That was all he
managed before Obi-Wan set upon him. The padawan pushed forward
with all his weight, swallowing Qui-Gon's mouth in one savage
move. Obi-Wan ground himself against the mortified Jedi Master,
as he pressed the larger man back.
Qui-Gon slammed into the wall, just as Obi-Wan came up for air.
"You had another, Master. How could you do that? " Qui-Gon
began to regain his balance as Obi-Wan continued. "I've wanted
to do that with you for years, and yet you choose another."
Obi-Wan's voice was breaking now, but he continued to press his
master into the tiles with insistent thrusts.
Qui-Gon grabbed his soaked padawan and asserted his strength,
pushing Obi-Wan back into the water flow, straightening
himself. Obi-Wan stood staring at him, his teeth clenched, his
chest heaving up and down with his unwitting arousal.
"Master, your little escapade did this to me, and now you have
to fix it!" Obi-Wan nearly stamped his foot, but the sensations
running through him made voluntary movement agonizing although
somewhat pleasurable. Every touch of the warm spray of the
shower was a shooting nerve of pain and pleasure to the
unsatisfied padawan.
"Obi-Wan, you are my padawan. You know it is inappropriate for
me to make these advances to you. " Qui-Gon had recovered his
breath and stood holding his padawan steady as he spoke. "I
would not take unfair advantage of you, even though I have also
desired you above all for a long time."
Obi-Wan's jaw unclenched and he stared at his master, his jaw
falling, his eyes softening slightly. "And that's why you take
others, Knights..." Obi-Wan inclined his head towards the
direction the Knight had disappeared. "Others who resemble me."
Qui-Gon stood back from his padawan, who gazed into his eyes
with what could be called a mixture of relief and extreme
arousal. Obi-Wan looked as if he had just been presented with
the most sumptuous feast in the galaxy.
Slowly, the soaked padawan began to peel off his uniform; his
lightsaber was now shorted, but he didn't seem to care. The
belt fell off him; tunics and pants unstuck and were peeled
away. Obi-Wan now stood naked as his master, his breaths
quickening under the warm jets of water which caressed his
trembling shoulders.
Qui-Gon laid his hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders and captured his
eyes firmly. "You certain of this, Obi-Wan? This is what you
want?"
Obi-Wan gasped out an almost petulant answer. "Master, if you
don't take me, I shall be forced to set upon you like a wild
animal. Please!"
With preternatural suddenness, the hands that had rested on
Obi-Wan's shoulders were now around his hips. His master was
kneeling before him, stroking his legs, reigniting the shooting
sparks of pleasure that lay under the surface, bringing them
out into full expression. Obi-Wan's legs shook under him, and
he cried aloud when Qui-Gon finally teased his erection with
his tongue.
The padawan's legs threatened to give out completely when
Qui-Gon closed his mouth around his aching hardness, stroking
it lightly with his tongue. His master was being very slow,
very deliberate and it was too much for the young man.
Obi-Wan plunged his fingers into his master's hair, grabbing
handfuls of it, clenching his hands as his body convulsed. His
body's shaking became too great, and he collapsed to the shower
floor, held firmly by Qui-Gon as he did.
As Qui-Gon laid Obi-Wan gently against the tiled wall, he
recaptured the padawan's engorged member and took it full in
his mouth. Obi-Wan felt sharp radiating pleasure, which dragged
him under like the tides of a violent ocean. His head fell back
and he panted wildly. Finally, unable to contain the pressing
sensations, he screamed and released his seed into his master's
velvety mouth.
Obi-Wan lay insensible against the wall of the shower,
breathing hard, his entire body flushed and shaking
uncontrollably. He closed his eyes and sighed weakly as his
master rose against him to take his mouth in a thorough
claiming kiss.
Qui-Gon shut off the flow of water and lifted his boneless
padawan delicately, taking care not to slip on the careless
splashes of stray water from the afternoon spent in the shower.
Obi-Wan moaned against his master as he was deposited on his
master's bed. The thrill of lying in Qui-Gon's bed threatened
to bring him to arousal again, until he heard his master's
words.
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