The Watching

by Mali Wane ( maliwane@yahoo.com )

Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no

My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali

Category: PWP

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Q/O

Summary: Obi-Wan gives his Master a special gift.

Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.

Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.

Author's Notes: This was supposed to have been my MMOM offering, but real life interfered, again. So, better late than never.

"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon called out as he entered their quarters.

"I'm in the kitchen, Master," Obi-Wan responded. "Have a seat, I'll be right out."

Qui-Gon removed his cloak and hung it on the hook behind the door. He wasn't surprised to see the table was already set for second meal, complete with several covered dishes. He pulled out a chair and was just settling into it, when Obi-Wan came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of fruit. But it wasn't the fruit that caught Qui-Gon's attention. His Padawan was completely naked.

"I hope you're hungry," the younger man said as he set down the plate and headed around the table to his own chair.

Qui-Gon gave him a long appraising look. "I don't think that will be a problem," he answered, one eyebrow slightly arched.

Acting as if it were perfectly normal to be sharing lunch with his master while in the nude, Obi-Wan began uncovering the dishes and serving the meal.

As curious as he was to find out what Obi-Wan was up to, Qui-Gon was content to wait and see what the young man was planning.

"I understand your meeting with the council was cancelled this afternoon," Obi-Wan was saying as he passed Qui-Gon his food.

Nodding his thanks, Qui-Gon took the offered plate. "It would seem the Vitalian delegates finally came to their senses and decided that a war with Iktotch would probably not be in their best interests after all."

"Master Tiin must be relieved."

"This has been a very trying time for him. Never in Iktotchi history has another planet threatened war against his homeland."

"Why do you suppose the Vitalians suddenly changed their minds?" Obi-Wan asked.

Qui-Gon easily slipped into teacher mode, despite feeling more than a bit surreal at sitting with his naked Padawan while discussing the negotiations.

"I had some free time this morning, and actually did a little bit of research on the Vitalian culture," Obi-Wan said when his Master finished speaking.

"Oh?"

Obi-Wan grinned. "In case the council decided to send us there, if the talks didn't go well."

"And what did you discover, my resourceful Padawan?" Qui-Gon didn't try to hide the amusement in his voice.

"They love to masturbate," Obi-Wan said, quite nonchalantly.

Qui-Gon realized his fork had stopped halfway to his open mouth. With a mental shake he closed his mouth and lowered his fork back to the plate, the uneaten food all but forgotten. "Indeed?" he was pleased to note that his voice sounded normal.

"Oh yes, Master," the younger man said around a forkful of food, all the while watching Qui-Gon. "They do it all the time."

"Indeed?" Qui-Gon repeated, not knowing what else to say.

"It's supposedly a sign of their virility and it's taken very seriously. Are you finished with that?"

"Excuse me?"

"Your food," Obi-Wan grinned, pointing to Qui-Gon's half-eaten plate. "Are you finished?"

Qui-Gon looked down at the forgotten meal in front of him. "Um. Yes. I'm finished. Thank you."

"It's also considered to be an extremely important part of the relationship between couples," Obi-Wan continued as he rose from the table and began clearing it.

Qui-Gon didn't answer - he was too busy enjoying the view of the graceful sway of muscle and bone as Obi-Wan walked away from him, into the kitchen. A moment later the view got even better, when Obi-Wan came out of the kitchen and began walking towards him.

"Do you know what they like to do?" Obi-Wan asked as he came to a stop a foot or so in front of Qui-Gon.

"Who?" Qui-Gon felt as if he were drowning in Obi-Wan's heated gaze.

"Vitalian lovers, Master," Obi-Wan said softly. Dangerously. "Haven't you been listening?"

"Come here," Qui-Gon growled, leaning forward in his chair. "And I'll show you what I like to do to my lover."

Obi-Wan stepped back, still grinning. "Although the offer is very tempting, I have something different in mind. Something I'm sure you'll enjoy."

Qui-Gon moved his eyes slowly up and down the lithe body just out of his reach. "I always enjoy you," he said, his voice deepening.

"They masturbate for each other, Master. The Vitalians consider it the greatest gift one lover can offer another. I want to masturbate for you, Qui-Gon."

Qui-Gon leaned back in his chair. "Then masturbate for me, Obi-Wan," he whispered huskily.

"The Vitalians call this the Watching," Obi-Wan said, his voice soft and silky. He moved forward until he was straddling Qui-Gon's thighs, but when the older man brought his hand up, Obi-Wan stopped him. "And according to their custom, you aren't supposed to touch me."

"Then I shall only watch you," Qui-Gon said.

Resting his weight on Qui-Gon's knees, Obi-Wan twined his legs around his Master's. "I like it when you watch me, Qui-Gon," he whispered, as he brought his hand up and began slowly tracing his own lips with his finger.

"I love watching you," Qui-Gon murmured, his eyes glued to Obi-Wan's hand which was moving down his throat, onto his chest.

"What do you see, my Master?"

Qui-Gon pulled his gaze away from the nimble fingers now circling one taut, pink nipple and looked directly into Obi-Wan's clear eyes. "I see strength, and passion, and honor, and grace. I see a young man on the verge of becoming one of the finest Knights the Jedi order has ever seen. I see the light of my life. The other half of my soul."

"Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan breathed as he leaned forward to capture the other man's lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

"I see all these things each time I look at you," Qui-Gon continued when Obi-Wan broke the kiss. And then he smiled as his eyes moved down the younger man's body. "And right now I also see my lover, who is breathtakingly beautiful and far sexier than any one man has a right to be."

With a soft moan, Obi-Wan slid his fingers through the nest of reddish-brown curls and up the length of his growing erection. Taking his time, he moved one finger over the small opening at the tip, and then brought the glistening digit up to Qui-Gon's lips.

"Open your mouth," he whispered.

Qui-Gon did as he was bid, and Obi-Wan slipped his finger between his Master's parted lips.

"Taste me, Master."

And Qui-Gon did, giving up his own soft moan when Obi-Wan pulled his finger free.

"Watch me, Qui-Gon. This is for you. Always for you. Only for you." With that, Obi-Wan reached down, wrapped his hand around his penis and began to slowly stroke the length of it. Each time he reached the crown, he slid his thumb up and over the top, across the slit, spreading the opaque fluid gathering there.

Qui-Gon shifted on the chair, his own growing erection becoming uncomfortable in the confines of his leggings. "Beautiful," he murmured, watching, almost mesmerized, as Obi-Wan gradually quickened his rhythm. "So beautiful."

"Just for you," Obi-Wan whispered breathlessly.

It was the most erotic thing Qui-Gon had ever seen, and he wanted nothing more than to throw Obi-Wan to the floor and make mad passionate love to him. "Want you," Qui-Gon groaned between tightly clenched teeth.

"Yes," Obi-Wan hissed, his hand pumping faster and faster. "Always want you. Always love you. Always!" With a loud gasp, he came, his seed bathing the front of Qui-Gon's tunics.

"Always," Qui-Gon agreed, barely aware of the wetness spreading across his own crotch. He slipped his arms around Obi-Wan and pulled him close.

Obi-Wan slumped forward, allowing his Master's strong arms to catch him, cradle him. Boneless and spent, he rested his head on Qui-Gon's shoulder. "Just for you, Qui-Gon," he said softly.

"My precious Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon murmured soothingly. "I will always treasure this gift."

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