Master Apprentice
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Archive: M/A
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Category: PWP
Pairing: (Scroll to the bottom of the story.)
Warnings: Don't tug on Superman's cape, don't spit into the wind, don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger, and don't mess around with Jinn. :)
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Sure! Any and all.
Summary: A stormy night and a padawan left to his own devices.
Acknowledgements: I wish to thank my Master, The Rose for her wonderful beta. I doubt I could have done it without you!
It was a dark and stormy night. The rain slashed against the windows of the small cabin and the wind howled across the roof making groaning noises. A sudden rumble of thunder accompanied by a bright lightning strike shook the cabin. The lights flickered and went out. A figure moved through the dark cabin towards the small kitchen area and came to a sudden halt when a shin came into contact with a low table.
"Damn! Just great! That's all I needed. A perfect end to a rotten day!" The dark-haired, lanky young man spun around on his heel and headed off in the opposite direction.
"Master's not back yet, the lights are out, no candles, so I might as well just go to bed!"
He reached out with the Force, avoided a chair in his way and headed into the bedroom where he stripped off his clothing with an impatience born of youth.
He laid back on the bed and began to think about his master, long red hair, compact build, and stormy eyes to match the turbulence going on outside the cabin. His hand reached down and cupped his sack, rolling the weight in his hand. His erection came to full hardness swiftly and began to leak droplets of clear fluid at the tip. He groaned, wishing that it was his master's hand instead of his own that was caressing his genitals.
He brought his other hand down to slowly stroke his cock and was soon thrusting his hips off the bed, his body demanding more contact. He began stroking harder and was soon at the edge of completion, the thunder echoing in the room and the lightning causing strange patterns on the walls.
Finally, with a shout he came, thick white seed coating his chest. He reached to the floor where part of his clothing lay and wiped himself clean. As his eyes slid closed of their own volition, he murmured his master's name, "Obi-wan," and fell asleep.
The lightning flashed again, showing a shadowy form in the doorway.
"Oh, Qui-Gon, that was beautiful!" He whispered.
He loosened his long red hair from its ponytail on his way to the 'fresher, where he grabbed a towel to dry it. He stripped out of his wet clothing, using the towel to dry off with and in the darkness reached for his erection. Quickly easing his passion in the darkness of the 'fresher, he cleaned up with the towel and slipped on his thin sleep pants.
As he stood by the bed gazing at his beautiful eighteen year old padawan, Obi-Wan wondered how he was going to keep his feelings for the young man to himself now that he knew that his padawan desired him also. He slipped into bed beside Qui-Gon and pulled the blankets around both of them.
"This could be a very long mission." He sighed softly to himself. He lay back on his pillow and willed himself to sleep as outside the storm continued to rage.
The End.
Pairing: Qui/Obi