Master Apprentice
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Not quite a week later Obi-Wan stood before Qui-Gon's big bedroom window and saw the carriage pull up. He had to smile. He knew it was Eilwen; that she'd come back early just as he thought she would. He felt Qui-Gon's hands come around him as the Lord stood behind him, and his smile widened as large hands came to rest on his hips and lips touched the top of his head.
`Eilwen has returned early like you thought she might,' Qui-Gon's deep voice murmered.
Obi-Wan leaned back against the muscular chest a moment before pulling free, turning to kiss the man he was finally coming to love. His lips lingered over the welcome feel of Qui-Gon's mouth a moment. `I'm going down to greet her.' He let Qui-Gon go reluctantly.
`You go down there and tell her our good news.' Qui-Gon smiled and stepped back.
Obi-Wan grinned. `Even though all we've done is sleep in the same bed for the last few nights,' Obi-Wan added.
`I thought we agreed to settle into our relationships a bit first; reach a balance together and find a way to be equal participants, let you figure out where you stand now.'
`Right now I'm standing before the most beautiful, giving man I know, who loves me, who I'm coming dangerously close to loving back.' Obi- Wan smiled.
Emotions flickered through Qui-Gon a moment, quiet hope and joy appearing in his expressful eyes. `Unless you want to find yourself in the uncompromising situation of having your half-sister walk in here and find us both stripped naked, I suggest you go down and greet her.'
Obi-Wan gave a lustful smile. `I liked the first suggestion better.' He winked before leaving a speechless Qui-Gon staring after him, gapping in surprise as Obi-Wan closed the door behind him.
Obi-Wan came back after speaking with Eilwen. `She wants to speak with you to make sure everything really is all right between us. You were really a wreck that night weren't you? I'm sorry for that.' Obi-Wan wrapped his arms about Qui-Gon's waist.
`I was never more terrified. You leaving me never seemed more possible and my heart knew it might have to let you go, be free to be who you wanted. But stop loving you I could never do, I'm destined to do that no matter what happens.'
Obi-Wan smiled tearfully. `If what I feels now isn't love, I don't know what is.'
Qui-Gon boldly kissed the man whose arms were wrapped about him passionately. `If that's the case, then I think it's time that I got to call a few of my own shots again.' Qui-Gon grinned happily.
`Hum, maybe just a few. I don't want you to get carried away. Right now you are right where I want you; in my arms and I'm in charge.'
`It does work the other way, Obi-Wan. I have the man I love hugging me closely and wanting to kiss me deeply; making me complacent to his every desire, his every wish and I can think of nothing better than allowing myself to give him everything he wants.'
Obi-Wan's lips locked with his and his tongue demanded entrance. Qui- Gon opened his mouth willingly under that probing tongue and words were lost as he was swept up in a bruising long kiss. Obi-Wan pressed himself up close and Qui-Gon could only hold on. `Want I want is you.' Obi-Wan breathed out heavily as his curious hands delved under his shirt to stroke at his stomach reverently.
`Touch me, touch my nipples, suckle at my neck with your lips,' Qui- Gon begged.
Obi-Wan pulled back with a frown. `SHE use to--'
`Shh, let me show you how good it's suppose to feel,' Qui-Gon hushed, sensing that in this Obi-Wan needed him to take charge. Obi-Wans experience of sex was tainted by abuse. He had no true understanding of loving sex. His only experience was limited to what he'd experienced under the hands of a deranged woman at the tender age of eight. Qui-Gon was determined to show him how pleasant the act of love was supposed to be. He carefully licked Obi-Wan's jaw and let his teeth and tongue play with Obi-Wan's ear as he pulled Obi-Wan's shirt free from his breeches. He raising his hands under Obi-Wan's shirt.
If at Obi-Wan at any time wanted him to stop, he would. With one last nip at Obi-Wan's ear he moved his head back to see Obi-Wan's hooded, desire laden glaze; his breath coming shortly, a pink flush of arousal flooding his face. Qui-Gon tilted his head and latched his lips onto Obi-Wan's neck, trailing tender kisses, delicate licks, and soft bites on the sensitive area. Aware that Obi-Wan's grip had tightened, Qui-Gon could feel Obi-Wan's erection pressing against him through their trousers. He kept careful control over himself as he palmed Obi-Wan's chest, gently tweaking Obi-Wans nipples.
`Oh, Qui-Gon,' Obi-Wan hissed as he arched against him, groin thrusting upwards in reflex.
Qui-Gon nipped Obi-Wan's collarbone and lifted his eyes when he saw a startled movement. His gaze met briefly with Eilwen's startled gaze. Qui-Gon immediately pulled back from Obi-Wan, hands dropping down from within Obi-Wan's shirt. `Eilwen,' he said raggedly, his breath coming in excited gasps.
`I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just barged in,' Eilwen blurted.
Obi-Wan had managed to regather some of his composure and turned to face his half-sister. `It's not your fault. I promised I'd fetch Qui-Gon and bring him down to talk to you. We both got a little distracted.'
Eilwen's eyes glittered as she looked her rather tousled half-brother over. `I can see that. It's fairly obvious I was worried out of my mind for no good reason. I am fairly sure I have little to worry about with either of you any more. Having assured myself everything is more than fine, I'll just leave you two alone, shall I? I'm mildly positive you two will find something to do in each other's company.' Eilwen grinned and then, rather quickly, fled.
`I think she just gave us permission to keep going.' Obi-Wan turned back to him with a gleaming, lustful look that made Qui-Gon forget a person called Eilwen existed. In fact it made him forget they'd been interrupted at all. `Now it's my turn.' A hot, wet tongue licked up the column of Qui-Gon's neck and he let out a groan. `Now let's see what we have here.' Obi-Wan tugged the Lord's shirt free of his breeches and undid the buttons, untied the knots before pulling back to tug the shirt over his head.
Qui-Gon stood still, feeling quite self-conscious as Obi-Wan just stood and hungrily looked him over. He knew he was rather well-built and he kept his body well-toned and fit.
`You are magnificent.' A shy hand ran through the fine chest hair, a finger traced the scar that slashed across Qui-Gon's chest, a reminder of how close he nearly lost his own life next to his first love, Edward. `I'd imagined, but still. I never thought there would be a day I would be turned on by a man's chest.' His thumb brushed a nipple. `Gods, you're wonderful.' Obi-Wan lifted his mouth to latch onto the older man's neck.
Qui-Gon groaned as shy lips, tongue and teeth trailed across his neck. Qui-Gon lowered his neck for easier access to his shorter mate, and gently lowered his hands onto Obi-Wan's well shaped bottom.
Obi-Wan arched against him deliciously. `What do I do with all this?' Obi-Wan palmed his chest.
Qui-Gon gave a swift grin and looked down at Obi-Wan, knowing a glint showed in his eyes. `Get in my bed, lie down and remove your shirt.'
Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow but moved to the bed, pulled the covers back and lay down, hesitating only a moment before stripping off his shirt. Qui-Gon went over to the bed and let his eyes rake over the firm, hard chest and felt his erection go painfully hard. What he achieved through workouts and keeping fit, Obi-Wan had by shear hard work, and did it ever show. Not one ounce of fat could be seen on him. Obi-Wan looked up at him as Qui-Gon climbed into bed, lying by his side.
Once Obi-Wan could reach him, his hand closed Qui-Gon's open jaw. `You're drooling,' Obi-Wan told him with a smile, obviously well pleased with the Lord's response to his body.
`You are simply stunning.' Qui-Gon raised his hand to Obi-Wan's chest, running thumbs, fingers and palm over every part of that chest he could reach; touching the entire expanse of flesh, a thumb gently encircling his belly button.
`I never thought belly buttons or ears as areas of pleasure,' Obi-Wan told him.
`You are going to see parts of your body in ways you've never considered before,' Qui-Gon promised as he shifted to take the closest of Obi-Wan's nipples into his mouth, his thumb moving to roll and pinch the second one.
Obi-Wan let out a surprised gasp. `Oh stars.'
`Wrong, guess again.' Qui-Gon let go of one nipple to take the second nipple, swirling it around in his mouth and nipping at the bud of flesh.
`Gods.'
`Closer, but not quite.' Qui-Gon trailed kisses down Obi-Wan's chest and across the flat stomach before angling downward toward the groin.
`Hell?' Obi-Wan chuckled breathlessly.
`The second guess was closer.' Qui-Gon dipped his tongue into Obi- Wan's belly button; smiling as Obi-Wan moaned heavily, head thrown back, mouth open and eyes closed. Qui-Gon nibbled, tongued and sucked at the fleshy bits, tonguing the centre in a circular motion.
`Oh please, Qui-Gon.'
`Much better.' Qui-Gon planted a kiss on that belly button. He gently pulled Obi-Wan on top of him, skimming hands over Obi-Wan's back.
`My turn?' Obi-Wan smiled at him before that mouth descended down to engulf a nipple in moist heat.
`Obi-Wan,' Qui-Gon gasped as he arched into that hot mouth, breathing retarded as the tongue assaulted his flesh wantonly.
`Did you want something, Qui-Gon?' Obi-Wan looked at him with a hooded, heated gaze and a sexy smile.
`To get out of these breeches,' Qui-Gon panted out, struggling to control the desire to simply take Obi-Wan and take him now. It was much too soon for that kind of sex, Qui-Gon knew. Much too soon to teach the act of fucking, even. He was going to have to wait and be patient until Obi-Wan mastered some of the simpler art forms of lovemaking first.
Obi-Wan's eyes went wide and hands moved down to finger the waist line of his breeches, taking a deep breath.
`Are you sure your ready for this?' Qui-Gon frowned at him concerned. `I'm sure. It's different with you than with HER. The differences takes some getting use to.' Obi-Wan palmed his erection as emphasis.
Qui-Gon took his hand and kissed it. `We don't have to do this now, or go any further.'
Obi-Wan looked at him a moment. `How much better does it get?' he asked.
Qui-Gon grinned wickedly, eyes gleaming hungrily. `Oh, it gets much, much better. This is only the beginning,' he promised.
Obi-Wan gazed into his eyes, then started unbuttoning Qui-Gon's breeches, deft fingers working quickly. Obi-Wan paused with a slight frown.
Qui-Gon chuckled when he understood the problem; Obi-Wan had no experience on how to get breeches off another person. `Lift your weight off me, love. Let me help,' Qui-Gon directed.
Obi-Wan moved off him and the older man slid the breeches over his hips, raising them to push them down, then slid them down his legs to kick them off. Obi-Wan's eyes were wide as he swallowed; trembling hands reaching out to touch him tentatively, taking hold of his very full and very erect penis. Qui-Gon gave a low moan at the too light touch, reining in his demanding passion to just take Obi-Wan hard and fast. He arched desperately as the hands grew more confident, seeking more contact with those tentative hands.
`Now this, this is very different,' Obi-Wan murmured stroking him.
Qui-Gon gave a gargled groan. `Need more,' he gasped, helpless under those shy hands. He gave a sigh of almost pain as those hands were taken away.
`Please, show me what to do, how to please you,' Obi-Wan begged.
Qui-Gon seized those lush lips and rolled Obi-Wan over, straddling him. `As you wish,' Qui-Gon breathed raggedly.
He quickly unbuttoned Obi-Wan's breeches, lifting off the young man and getting him to raise his hips so he could slid the breeches down and throw them to one side. He licked his lips hungrily as he eyed Obi-Wan's full erection. Qui-Gon reached out and gasped it in his hand.
`Yes!' Obi-Wan cried out.
Qui-Gon frowned slightly. This was Obi-Wan first true sex experience. The abuse, he didn't think, really counted; rarely ever touched since he was eight and probably too ashamed to ever really explore with himself much. Obi-Wan was highly sensitive and would be easy to bring to orgasm, but that would bring himself little satisfaction. Qui-Gon resigned himself to letting Obi-Wan seek his completion; make up for all that masturbation he denied himself as an adolescent. His own desire could wait.
`It's all right, love,' he murmured as he raked his nails down the curved erection and rolled his thumb around its head, fingers caressing the long hardness.
`Feels so good,' Obi-Wan gasped out.
`It's not something you're use to -- this kind of pleasure -- is it?' he asked softly as he groped Obi-Wan's balls gently.
`No, not this, not like this,' Obi-Wan breathed out quickly.
Qui-Gon stroked the full length of the penis, collecting pre-come on his finger. He raised it to his lips, tasting it experimentally.
`Oh heavens, I never thought that could be so--' Obi-Wan seemed lost for words.
Arousing?' Qui-Gon supplied.
`I want ... something more than what you're doing.' Obi-Wan looked uncertain, confused.
`You'll learn, my Obi-Wan. I've many things I wish to teach you.' Qui-Gon wrapped his hand about the penis and started to stroke, slowly putting just a bit of pressure on the hard flesh underneath him.
`Oh Gods.' Obi-Wan arched back. Slowly Qui-Gon began to pick up the pace, applying a little more pressure. `Oh yes, Qui-Gon.' Spurred on by Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon continued to stroke faster. `Oh wow, intense,' Obi-Wan breathed out, turning lips toward him. Qui-Gon kissed those sweet lips. `Qui-Gon, stop! Please!' Puzzled, Qui-Gon reluctantly took his hand away. Obi-Wan just lay, breathing a moment, then quite suddenly rolled Qui-Gon over onto his back, straddling him. `My turn.' With that, Obi-Wan's hand grasped the older man's erection once more.
Qui-Gon groaned at the contact. He arched his head back in pure pleasure as callused fingers stroked him, hard nails scraped along his length.
`Look at me,' Obi-Wan commanded. Qui-Gon opened his eyes to watch Obi-Wan gather his own pre-com and taste it, a look of surprise coming over the man's face. Qui-Gon gave a plaintive sound. Obi-Wan grinned wickedly and then wrapped his hand around his hard length and started to earnestly stroke.
`Oh yes, Obi-Wan, please.' Qui-Gon gave himself up to the feel of those hands increasing their pace, their pressure, thrusting slightly into that tight channel made from Obi-Wan's hands. `Faster, please.' Steadily Qui-Gon felt his orgasm building deep within. When it started to reach a level where he felt he couldn't stand much more before he came, he looked into Obi-Wan's eyes pleadingly. `Trust me?' he gasped, trying not to buck up into Obi- Wan's hand.
The answer came after what seemed like forever. `Yes.'
`Good.'
Qui-Gon rolled on top of Obi-Wan, grinding his erection against Obi- Wan's. Obi-Wan gave an inarticulate sound as his hips trust upwards instinctively, seekingly. Qui-Gon kissed those sweet lips, hands roving over Obi-Wan's muscular chest and he guided Obi-Wan's blind thrusts into a fast paced rhythm. Obi-Wan soon caught on, matching his rhythm, their erections rubbing in sync with each other. Qui-Gon eagerly soaked in the intense pleasure; Obi-Wan groaning reverently as the pace continued to pick up.
`Oh, can't, so nice, feels so nice,' Obi-Wan gasped out, lost in pleasure, thrusting hard and fast.
Qui-Gon knew he would come soon. He was already on the brink just waiting for his partner to quickly catch up. The man had been denied and denying himself from pleasure for so long, nothing less than a quick, fast and hard orgasm would do. It was hardly surprising Obi- Wan reacted this way to his first real experience with sex. Qui-Gon closed his eyes as Obi-Wan started bucking wildly before long.
`I ... it feels ... something is happening,' Obi-Wan cried out.
Qui-Gon kissed the lids of the slightly panicked eyes; his more slowly building orgasm was brinking to its edge. `That's normal, love. Just let it happen. Relax and let go,' Qui-Gon encouraged softly.
Obi-Wan closed his own eyes, thrusting desperately against him. With a loud cry, Obi-Wan came, jerking as his seed spurted out quickly. With a few more hard thrusts, Qui-Gon let go of his own orgasm with a rough yell; pumping his seed out over Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gon panted to get his breath back, looking down at a drained and trembling Obi-Wan. `Come here, my beautiful love.' Qui-Gon moved to Obi-Wan's side, hold the trembling young man against him. `You did wonderfully. Like many things, you'll improve with practice. I love you.'
`You mean the world to me,' Obi-Wan said softly against his chest.
`Would it hurt you just to call me love once?' Qui-Gon pleaded.
Obi-Wan lifted his head to smile brilliantly at him, rubbing his still hard manhood againt Qui-Gon's. `No, love, it wouldn't.'
Then those lips were descending down towards his once more. Qui-Gon surrendered eagerly to that hot, wet mouth and any other thought but Obi-Wan was quickly forgotten under his questing tongue.
The End.