Some Day (Quinn)

by Master Elayna (Elayna88@aol.com)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Category: PWP, AR

Sequel to: Into the Light and Darkness Descending

Summary: A very belated MMoM offering.

Warnings: I've read too many romances in my life. Historical ambiance, not accuracy.

Thank you to Norma Jean for betaing.

Disclaimer: The boys belong to his lordship George Lucas, I'm merely dressing them in thigh high boots and billowy shirts.

Captain Quinn closed his logbook, carefully placed his pen and ink in their holding places, and contemplated the riches draped across his desk. The crew had looked askance when he picked them out, not accustomed to his expressing interest in specific spoils of their privateering. As long as the riches were divided evenly, the Captain had no particular needs.

But this time was different. This time he was thinking of Ben, his Ben, far across the ocean at home in England.

The sword was an elegant piece of work, the craftsmanship as beautiful as the blade was deadly. The elaborate silver hilt would look good twining around Ben's hand. The emerald bracelet was designed for a woman to wear, but the stones were superb, and could be perfectly reset in a stickpin and ring, bringing out the green in Ben's eyes. The golden goblet was meant for shared toasts, lovers drinking wine together. Some day, he and Ben would share a drink, the intoxication more from their love than the alcohol.

Their love. If indeed, Ben did love him. If Ben felt as strongly about his reprobate privateer as the Captain adored his honest and loyal Lieutenant.

Quinn stood up, swinging himself in the hammock still hanging in his cabin. He unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drape over the hammock's sides, and loosened his breeches, freeing his shaft. Taking himself in hand, he thought of Ben. Imagined the day when he would walk up the stairs to the modest home of Ben's parents; saw the young lieutenant answer his knock. They would not embrace there, not on the doorstep. Ben might be angry, confused, not understanding why he had been sent away, but Quinn would explain the driving need to protect, accepting Ben's anger and rekindling the love. Later they would return to his hotel, making love for the first time on land in a large four-poster bed with a fire crackling on the hearth, the cold London air trapped outside, away from the blazing passion of their bodies.

Stroking himself firmly, Quinn remembered all the times they had been together. That first night, when he opened his breeches, and a mesmerized Ben took him greedily into his mouth, sucking hard. Quinn groaned, tightening his grip, feeling the memory of Ben's hungry warm mouth and his soft tongue covering Quinn's cock, taking him deep, succumbing willingly to Quinn's needs.

Moisture was collecting on the tip of his cock, and he rubbed it up and down the length, his large hand accompanied by the ghostly recollection of Ben's smaller hand, stroking him with fingers calloused from the rope of the sails and the grip of his sword. Ben had always been fascinated with Quinn's length and size, eager to bring him to completion and then encourage him to readiness again, so that his shaft might find its home in Ben's body.

Best of all... best of all had been introducing Ben to being loved in the Greek fashion. Undressing the Lieutenant, admiring the silken skin and firm muscles, stroking and kissing, rousing Ben until his cock was stiffly arching toward his belly, encouraging the younger man to lie on the bed while Quinn quickly stripped. Ben's eyes had reflected his amazement at the strength and sheer beauty of Quinn's big body. Snuggling his thighs under Ben's hips, Ben's legs naturally resting on Quinn's broad shoulders, shock and wonder on Ben's face as Quinn opened him, loosened him with oil and fingers and steady force until finally the blessed moment had been reached that he could slip his cock into Ben's body.

Pleasure and a hint of pain had danced in Ben's eyes as Quinn soothed him with more kisses, keeping an even pressure, determinedly finding his place within Ben's body, Ben's smile of delight and relief as he accepted all of Quinn's length. Groaning at the memory, his other hand fondling his sac, Quinn pictured Ben as he had been then, long reddish blond hair spread on the pillow, that beauteous smile lighting his face as he gasped and whispered sweet words, "Yes, please, more Captain, more." A heady sense of power had filled Quinn as he answered the request, plunging repeatedly into Ben's body.

Quinn's hips arched in the hammock and it swung wildly under his weight and erratic actions. He braced it with one booted foot against the wall, unwilling to cease for a moment as the memory carried him along, bringing him to an intense climax, his seed spurting onto his chest, his breath crushed from his lungs.

He slumped with exhaustion onto the soft canvas, struggling to breathe, coaxing the last few drops from his softening member. So magnificent and yet so bittersweet, to relive all that Ben had been to him, all that they had shared together. For Ben was far away, and would remain so for many months.

But one day they would be together again, and they could replenish his store of memories with new experiences into the pleasure of the flesh, sealing the marvel of their love.

Some day.

~ the end ~