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Summary: Obi-Wan challenges Qui-Gon to join him for a swim on a
hot night
Authors' Notes: Well, I couldn't seem to get started on any of
the other ten things/series I was supposed to be writing, so
out came this PWP...purely pointless, plotless and smutty. Fine
literature, this ain't. ;-)
Feedback: Yes please. Without feedback I will wither in the
heat. (g)
Obi-Wan Kenobi reveled in the feel of the cool water on his
nude body as he dove through the small pool. Coruscant had
turned unaccountably hot - problems with the climate control
systems, Master Yoda said - and he'd begun to feel as though
his blood were on fire. He'd suffered though a day of intense
training, with his Master's body pressed against him time and
again while his stance and posture were corrected. It had all
been just too much. Qui-Gon wandered off to some meeting or
other, and Obi-Wan had ended up here...in the sweet, lovely
water.
He sat back against the edges of the shallow pond, leaning his
head back and watching Coruscant's night sky. With a grin, he
started picking out patterns in the stars, as he had when he
was just a young boy, sleeping under the canopy of stars on
missions to distant systems. Qui-Gon would point at the
twinkling points of light, and Obi-Wan would make up silly
names for them, until his Master snorted with laughter and
hugged Obi-Wan good night.
At the thought of Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan's body began to do
treacherous and totally predictable things. He closed his eyes,
unable to rid himself of the image of Qui-Gon, strong and
powerful, taking him slowly and carefully that first time on
his twenty-second birthday, not so long ago. Of all the various
ways they'd made love since, it was still his favorite
memory...those hands on his ass, holding him still; the mouth
on him, taking him deeper, the feeling of being possessed...
"Obi-Wan." With a start, Obi-Wan jerked forward, to find
Qui-Gon standing across from him at the water's edge, looking
at him with a mixture of disapproval and amusement. "Come out
of there this instant."
"But Master, it's so hot..." Obi-Wan felt the mischief welling
up within him and made no attempt to stop it.
"Out." Now Qui-Gon sounded determined.
"No." Obi-Wan stood up. Water sluiced off his lean, muscular
body, and as he rose from the water, he revealed his erect
cock, nudging up against his belly, tempting and willing. "You
come in."
"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon growled, raking his eyes over the younger
man's body, taking it all in, devouring it like a predator
toying with a small animal. "Be careful what you ask for."
Obi-Wan reached down a hand, sliding it across his abdomen and
wrapping it around his cock. "I'll beg, if you like."
Qui-Gon's hands had stripped away his tunic before the last
word passed Obi-Wan's lips, and the leggings and boots were
just behind the tunic, flying sideways onto the ground as he
waded into the water. He dove forward, body cutting cleanly
through the water, and surfaced in front of Obi-Wan, hands
locking onto the slender hips for leverage as he stood. Inches
apart, they surveyed one another for a moment before Qui-Gon
pulled Obi-Wan against him, lips descending on his Padawan's in
a kiss of momentary domination. Obi-Wan welcomed it, permitted
it, invited that mouth to draw deeper, waited impatiently for
that tongue to slip between his lips, caught and sucked it in.
Low sounds started deep in Obi-Wan's throat, and he waited
impatiently for teeth to close on the skin that restrained
those sounds. Lips touched, moved away; teeth fastened on those
sensitive spots, and Obi-Wan hissed his approval, his need, as
he pressed his palms against Qui-Gon's shoulders, hands rising
to wrap around the larger man's neck, pulling him even closer
into the curve of his throat. His mouth opened against his
Master's ear, and he whispered the words, making them less a
suggestion than a command. "Fuck me," he said, lips curling in
a triumphant smile.
Qui-Gon pushed Obi-Wan backwards, his hand closing around the
cock which taunted him, stroking even as Obi-Wan tried to make
his legs move in the direction Qui-Gon wanted. Impatient,
Qui-Gon lifted Obi-Wan from the water, moving him bodily to the
edge of the pool, setting him down hard before his mouth
descended over Obi-Wan's cock, plummeting down, throat
expanding to take all of his Padawan in. Obi-Wan howled, pure
pleasure expanding within him. His eyelids fluttered closed
over eyes which reflected only the infinite, primal wisdom of
the soul, the single thought which pounded though him like a
heartbeat, the need to be a part of the man who was swallowing
him whole.
Obi-Wan felt his spine melting, his hips taking up matters of
their own volition, his body entirely out of his control, bent
to Qui-Gon's will. Nothing existed but his Master, and his
desire. He opened his legs farther at Qui-Gon's insistent
touch, craving the exploration which followed. Uncontrollable
tremors shook the hard muscles of his thighs, as the merciless
warmth left him, and indigo eyes locked to his, waiting, as a
soft, deceptively gentle kiss was pressed against his stiff,
angry cock.
"What!" Obi-Wan gasped, raising his hands to touch himself. He
was easily restrained.
"Say it again," came the command, eyes narrowed, hands pinning
him with brute strength, bringing Obi-Wan to the brink on terms
that would not be negotiated.
"Fuck me!" roared the younger Jedi, and he was lifted, felt
himself moving through water, the cold shock of it thrown aside
as he was filled with searing heat, secure in the strength of
arms which held him in place. He wrapped his legs around
Qui-Gon, and watched his Master, head tilted back. Qui-Gon's
grunts of pleasure echoed about them, joining with Obi-Wan's
throaty words to become strange, exotic music. Suddenly, there
was no need for thought, because the music was inside him,
cascading through him, vibrating around them both until the
universe was only a single note, drawn out and completed with
exquisite beauty.
Obi-Wan dropped his head down against the broad chest, as he
was carefully lowered, and a shudder wracked him as the chill
of the water reached him through his rapturous haze.
"Obi-Wan?" came the husky words, as lips touched every beloved
feature on his face.
"Yes, Master?"
"Next time you invite me for a swim...could you choose
someplace other than the Temple courtyard?"
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