Archive: master_apprentice, swa-l, nesting place, hidden past,
just keep the headers, please
Category: First time, pwp
Ratings: R
Warnings: Have fire extinguisher handy. Graphic bed thumping
ahead. // is Jedi telepathy.
Spoilers: No
Summary: Relaxing with the Master
Feedback: always
Disclaimer: You all know the words, sing along. They are not my
property. (If they were, TPM would've been a lot more fun and
had an X rating.) They belong to George Lucas. I made no money
from this.
Obi-Wan Kenobi leaned back in the large bath, sighing as the
hot water enfolded his body. Sometimes, being a Jedi had it's
little perks. Such as a hot bath provided by a grateful people.
"How's the water, Padawan?" came the amused voice of his
beloved Master.
"Hmmm."
"That good," Qui-Gon Jinn laughed. "Mind if I join you?"
Obi-Wan felt a bolt of pure panic that he barely had time to
shield. "Of course, Master. Come on in."
Another perk to being a Jedi, the ability to sound calm and
controlled at will.
I will not watch, I will not watch...the young Jedi chanted to
himself. Oh, Sith. I'm hopeless. He opened his eyes in time to
see his graceful Master lowering his beautiful body into the
water. He felt himself get hard.
Somewhere in his teens, Obi-Wan began to realize he was
sexually attracted to his Master. Qui-Gon, of course, told him
it was natural and not to worry about it too much. He said the
feelings would fade in time as Obi-Wan found his own partners.
To an extent, that was true. But, honestly, he'd never gotten
over his attraction to his Master. If anything, it had
grown--sexual attraction mixed with love, friendship, living
and working together. He loved his Master and wanted him in the
worst way. Best way. Any way.
Now, Obi-Wan sat across from his teacher, hoping the older man
couldn't sense anything.
"Is something wrong, Padawan?"
"Master?"
"You've raised your shields," Qui-Gon said patiently. "Do you
sense something?"
"No, Master. I just..." Obi-Wan trailed off at the penetrating
look from his Master. Oh, Sithspawn. "Remember when I was a
teenager and my hormones kicked in?"
The Jedi nodded.
"You said that my feelings would fade." Obi-Wan paused. "They
haven't."
Silence reigned for a few moments.
"I see," the elder Jedi murmured thoughtfully. "What are your
intentions?"
Obi-Wan stared at his Master as if he'd suddenly grown a new
head. "Intentions?" he squeaked.
Mischievous humor danced in Qui-Gon's eyes. "Yes, Obi-Wan.
You're old enough to make up your own mind. In fact, you're not
far from taking your Trials."
The younger man frowned. "I hadn't thought about acting on my
feelings. I thought of them as forbidden."
"Once adulthood is reached, physical relations between Master
and Padawan are considered acceptable. So long as both are
physically compatible and both desire the joining." Qui-Gon
sank lower into the water and closed his eyes. "I have no
objections."
There it stood, an open door. All Obi-Wan had to do was walk
through.
"Neither do I."
Obi-Wan stood and walked to the center of the tub. The water
level did nothing to hide his arousal.
Qui-Gon's eyes slit open at the movement. He, too, rose and
crossed to meet his Padawan. He reached out and ran his thumb
along the younger man's jaw to caress just behind his ear.
//Obi-Wan//
//Master// came the mental sigh.
//You are precious to me//
//Love me//
Qui-Gon leaned down and brushed a light, teasing kiss over his
Padawan's mouth. He smiled at Obi-Wan's frustrated groan, then
rewarded him with more forceful pressure on his mouth. He slid
his arms around the trim waist and pressed their rapidly
overheating bodies together.
Obi-Wan thought he might go insane. His Master seemed to
delight in teasing him with barely there touches and a darting
tongue. Then, he felt the glorious length of his lover against
him. The young Jedi moaned deep in his throat. This seemed to
please Qui-Gon and galvanize him to do more.
The older man ravaged the younger's mouth with a hunger that
shocked both of them. He couldn't get enough of the taste of
Obi-Wan. Without realizing it, he had walked them to the edge
of the bath and bent his Padawan back over the side.
Without conscious thought, Obi-Wan parted his legs and wrapped
them around his Master, rubbing their cocks together.
Qui-Gon bit the smooth neck under his lips, licking to soothe
the sting.
"Obi-Wan?" he said hoarsely.
"Hmm."
//Obi-love, I want to be inside you//
Obi-Wan's eyes flew open. He saw the barely restrained
love/lust in his Master's eyes.
"Yeeessss," he hissed and sent a flood of images along their
bond.
Qui-Gon gripped the younger man's buttocks hard enough to leave
bruises. //Out of the bath. I want to take you in my bed//
Obi-Wan grinned lecherously. "Yes, Master," he breathed.
The senior Jedi growled deep in his throat and hauled the young
man out of the bath with a little assistance from the Force.
With Obi-Wan's delighted laughter ringing in his ears he
quickly crossed to the bed and settled them on it.
Qui-Gon moved to find something to lubricate them. Obi-Wan
protested his leaving but contented himself with stroking the
closest part of his lover. The Master found their bottle of
massage oil and poured some into his hand.
He knew neither of them would last very long this first time.
But, he didn't want to hurt his love. So he took the time to
stretch and probe the tight little pucker he found. Obi-Wan's
pleasured moans and grunts for more assured Qui-Gon that there
was no pain. He reached a little deeper and angled...there.
Obi-Wan jerked hard and almost came. "Again!" he demanded.
His Master complied.
Obi-Wan writhed with abandon. It felt so good! He wanted more.
Suddenly, the fingers were gone. Before he could complain,
something larger and thicker introduced itself.
Obi-Wan held his breath. By the Force. He knew his Master was
rather well endowed, but the feel of it, the pressure and sheer
size--he thought he would simply die of pleasure.
//Not yet Obi-love. Not before you come//
His Master's mental caress sent even more shivers through his
already trembling body.
//Master, please//
//My name Obi-Wan. Say my name//
"Qui-Gon!" he shouted as the older man pushed all the way in.
Neither man moved. Qui-Gon because he didn't want to hurt his
lover. Obi-Wan because he thought he just might fracture into
tiny pieces.
"Obi-Wan, open your eyes. Let me see you."
The voice could not be disobeyed. The Padawan looked deep into
his Master's eyes and smiled.
Qui-Gon drew back and thrust in. That drew a ragged shout but
Obi-Wan held his gaze steady. His Master began to move faster
eliciting more cries and reciprocating movements from his
student.
"Obi-Wan," he groaned, driving himself in deeper.
Abruptly, he pulled Obi-Wan's hips up and thrust harder hitting
that wonderful sweet spot. He greedily watched as the younger
man screamed and his cock spurted his thick seed all over his
chest. He ruthlessly pounded the prostate until Obi-Wan's cock
became erect again. That's when he pulled out, ignored the
growl of protest, and flipped the younger man onto his stomach.
He spread Obi-Wan's legs pulling his hips up just high enough
so he could reenter that beckoning hole. Then, he laid them
both flat and rode Obi-Wan hard. He heard the young man sobbing
and begging incoherently. It filled him with a fierce, very
unJedi-like joy.
Without warning, Qui-Gon reached his peak and filled Obi-Wan's
ass with his come.
He paused a moment to catch his breath. He still wanted his
apprentice. Their joining hadn't begun to dissipate his desire.
//Love, you won't be able to walk tomorrow//
//We don't have to go anywhere, do we?//
Qui-Gon laughed at the teasing, fuckme tone of Obi-Wan's
thoughts. //Nope. Nowhere//
//Then by all means, fuck me raw//
Qui-Gon shuddered. //So I will//
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and started to stretch. Several twinges
of pain stopped him.
What in the...
Then, he remembered. He grinned to himself. No wonder I'm
sore. Force, my Master has stamina
"Obi-Wan?" came the concerned voice of that Master. "Are you
all right?"
The younger man sighed contentedly. "Never better. Kiss me."
"You're a demanding thing, aren't you?" Qui-Gon chuckled.
"You're addictive. Kiss now."
Qui-Gon deliberately leaned down and placed a sucking, wet kiss
just under the crown of Obi-Wan's cock.
"Don't start something if you're not going to finish," Obi-Wan
admonished.
The older man sucked to cock down his throat.
"Ooooh, fuuuccckkk."
//You are still too sore, Padawan// Qui-Gon sounded amused.
//Why don't you fuck me?//
Obi-Wan shuddered helplessly. "Yes."
Eagerly and swiftly, Qui-Gon straddled his lover's hips and
slowly took the hard cock into his body. He watched the rapidly
changing expressions on Obi-Wan's face as he rode. //So much
for Jedi control//
Screw control. More
Obediently, the Jedi Master moved faster and shoved himself
down harder. He rode Obi-Wan's cock until the younger man
screamed and released his come.
Qui-Gon smiled as Obi-Wan drifted back to sleep. His own
arousal could wait until tonight, he thought. Tonight. He
laughed to himself. He would make Obi-Wan his again.
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