Archive: master_apprentice and Jedi Moon, others ask, please
Category: Plot-What-Plot
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Obi-Wan gets clean, and Qui-Gon gets to watch. Make
that, is *forced* to watch.
Feedback: yes, please, any and all comments welcome.
The shower and changing room facility was deserted.
Qui-Gon sat down on a bench and leaned against the wall,
looking up at Obi-Wan, who stood before him and started to pull
the cloak from Qui-Gon's shoulders. Qui-Gon reached up and took
his wrist.
"I just want to watch, this time."
Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows. "Oh, you do, do you?" he asked,
backing away. "All right."
He moved a few feet away and started removing his own cloak,
shrugging it off his shoulders and letting it drop off his
arms. He caught it as it fell, and walked across the room to
hang it on a hook, and smooth its folds.
He sat down on the bench underneath the row of hooks and began
to remove his boots. First one--tugging when it proved
recalcitrant--then the other, placing them side by side on the
floor beside the bench, straightening them so they were
perfectly aligned, even going so far as to lean back and look
at them, squinting, to be sure that they were even.
Qui-Gon smiled. So obvious, this boy was. He was going to
torture him. So be it.
Obi-Wan turned back around with a wicked smile, and started to
unwrap his tunic. He unfastened it with excruciating slowness,
concentrating on every fastening, every tie.
He finally reached the end of them, and the tunic hung open
with only a singlet underneath. The tunic joined the cloak on
the hook, and was also lovingly smoothed with his hands, each
sleeve hanging just so. He looked over his shoulder at Qui-Gon
and was gratified to see him look not quite so complacent as he
had before. There seemed to be the beginning of a flush to his
cheeks. Good. This was having the effect that he'd hoped for.
It was having an effect on him, too, also not unexpected.
His cock was growing hard within his pants, and he ached to
touch it. Not yet.
He turned, and with a single motion stripped the singlet from
his body, his muscles rippling as he bared his chest and pulled
the garment off over his head. This he tossed to the ground in
seeming impatience.
The impatience disappeared, though, when he began to undo the
ties to his trousers.
The excruciating slowness was back. Qui-Gon couldn't tell if
Obi-Wan's fingers were clumsy because of his arousal or if he
was going it on purpose, but if he kept going at this rate it
would take him an hour to untie his pants. Qui-Gon smiled and
reached for him. "Let me help," he said.
"No! You said you wanted to watch. So watch."
Qui-Gon spread his hands in acquiescence, sat back on the
bench, and watched.
Obi-Wan went back to concentrating on the ties, working at a
knot with his fingers, his tongue between his teeth. Finally,
he looked up in triumph, and pulled the two ends of the cord
away, loosening the waist of the pants. He looked at Qui-Gon as
if to be sure he was still watching. He was. He was watching as
if nothing could tear his eyes away. And he was beginning to
sweat.
Obi-Wan caught his eyes and held them, as, holding up the waist
of his pants with his left hand, he slowly slid his right hand
inside. He cupped himself in his hand and gently stroked up,
closing his eyes, and a small sound escaped him, something like
a moan.
He opened his eyes and looked at Qui-Gon, who was now sitting
upright on the bench, his hands on either side, clutching the
wood. "Obi-Wan," he began, but Obi-Wan just smiled, looked
down, and began to roll the material down his hips. Down, down
so slowly, until, suddenly, the head of his cock popped into
view.
He stopped, and looked up again, and walked forward until he
was directly in front of Qui-Gon. He looked in Qui-Gon's eyes
and, with great deliberation, pushed the pants down. He lifted
one leg to pull them over his foot, but, weaving a little, he
reached forward and steadied himself with one hand on Qui-Gon's
shoulder. Qui-Gon reached for him at the same time, but Obi-Wan
held out a restraining hand, and Qui-Gon pulled back, shaking.
Finally, Obi-Wan stood before him, naked, close enough to
touch, his erection proud and hard, and it was all Qui-Gon
could do not to reach for him. But he'd been warned; he'd wait
to see what Obi-Wan was going to do, and he'd watch. He sat
back, breathing hard.
Naked, Obi-Wan now seemed to ignore Qui-Gon as he walked to the
shower and turned on the water, adjusting the water temperature
to his liking, moving the shower head so that it hit him right
at shoulder height. He took a bar of soap from the shelf and
began to soap himself, running his hands in small circles over
his chest and upper arms, bending his head to wash the back of
his neck, bringing soapy hands to his face and scrubbing.
He turned his back on Qui-Gon and stood under the shower,
rinsing the soap from his face and hair, then, tossing his head
to throw the water from his eyes, he turned to face him once
again, and again reached for the soap.
This time he concentrated on his lower body, soaping the dark
curls of hair on his stomach and groin, cupping his balls in
his hand and washing them lovingly, then taking his cock in his
hands and beginning to stroke. He was distracted, his eyes
glazing, but he looked up to see Qui-Gon coming off the bench,
throwing his cloak to the ground, and his eyes turned stern.
"No! Just watch . . ."
Qui-Gon stood there, watching helplessly, as Obi-Wan began to
stroke himself, first slowly, then faster and harder, until he
came with a shudder and collapsed against the shower wall. He
slid to the ground and sat there under the shower's spray for a
moment before looking up and laughing delightedly.
His voice was shaky as he said, "I could use some help now, I
think, Master," and Qui-Gon wasted no time in divesting himself
of his incredibly hot and heavy burden of clothes. There was no
strip-tease show this time, not from him. He was too anxious to
join Obi-Wan in his nakedness, and too aroused to try to be
graceful about it.
He pulled off his boots, threw off the tunic and singlet, and
nearly ripped his trousers as he hurriedly pulled them off.
Finally bare, he rushed under the water to Obi-Wan and pulled
him up against the wall, closed his eyes, and just stood there
for a moment, body to body, feeling Obi-Wan along the length of
him, their arms around each other.
After having been made to sit and watch Obi-Wan's performance,
the pressure from Obi-Wan's body and the feel of the young
man's returning erection against his own was enough to send him
over the edge, and his orgasm came in a rush, unexpectedly, as
he pressed Obi-Wan against the wall.
His laugh, when it came, was just as delighted. "You're always
a surprise, Padawan, even after all these years."
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