Warning: Uhm....Obi-Wan does a little shopping. Does that
count?
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Summary: Qui-Gon feels another lesson in self control is in
order, and tests Obi-Wan's limits. Sweet, blissful torture
ensues.
Qui-Gon finished the last of the broth in his dish and sat back
to watch his young charge. "Charge" was certainly an apt term
for the young apprentice, he was fairly galloping around the
room putting away the remains of their meal. To anyone else's
eyes, the young man would not have appeared to be especially
excited, but to anyone in tune with the Force, he was nearly
vibrating.
Qui-Gon could almost excuse the young man's enthusiasm. After
months of confusion and longing, the two had found they desired
each other's touch as lovers. Qui-Gon smiled, remembering his
apprentice's shy and tentative approach of the subject, the
young man's soul-deep relief that his Master was not
disappointed in him, and his wonderment that Qui-Gon returned
his feelings in full. Since then, Obi-Wan expressed his joy in
various ways, from small acts of tender kindness to his Master,
to absolute explosive action in the bed they shared. Sometimes,
it seemed Qui-Gon was the only thing that was holding the young
man together as his body shook in pleasure. While this
delighted the older man in some ways, he wondered if perhaps
the young one wouldn't be ready for another lesson in self
control.
Qui-Gon mentally reviewed an idea as his Padawan glided to his
side and prepared to spirit away his bowl as soon as he was
certain the older man was finished. Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan's hand
gently and brought him near him. Obi-Wan smiled devilishly and
dashed a quick kiss to his Master's cheek. Qui-Gon sighed,
//.........so impulsive still..........it's as if by loving him
I've opened a box of leaping treadle bugs......now is
definitely the time for this lesson...// Qui-Gon's hand held
Obi-Wan's as he rose.
"Padawan, I will clear the table. I need you to perform a more
important task for me tonight." Qui-Gon's voice resonated
through the young man. Obi-Wan moved imperceptibly, standing
slightly straighter, eager to please.
"Anything, Master."
The older man reached into a pouch at his waist and brought out
several polished stone slivers, what passed for currency on the
planet they were visiting. He pressed them into Obi-Wan's warm
palm and looked gravely at the young man.
"Padawan, I need you to bring me an object from the
marketplace," Obi-Wan blinked, trying not ask a million
questions, and glanced towards the open window of their small
room. They had passed the market on their way to their sleeping
quarters. It was a crowded, noisy affair that showed no signs
of stopping once the sun had set. But why would his Master
need....
"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon re-established Obi-Wan's attention. "I want
you to bring back an object which embodies the ideal of
balance, purity and delicacy." The young man nodded sagely.
Perhaps it would give his Master insight into the heart of the
people who inhabited this planet, for why else would his Master
have need of such a thing? A people's craftsmanship often spoke
volumes where words were not expressed. Obi-Wan drew breath to
ask, but Qui-Gon released the hand he held and pressed his
fingers gently against Obi-Wan's lips. The look in the older
man's eyes kept Obi-Wan from snaking a tongue out and licking
those beloved callused fingers.
"Above all else Padawan, it should be quite delicate. That is
important most of all." Obi-Wan nodded, his curiosity blazing,
but he dutifully turned and left his Master, who wore a secret
grin.
Obi-Wan scoured the dark, bustling market place, searching for
something that would meet the criteria of his Master's wish.
His ears and nose were assaulted with all manner of chatter and
foodstuffs, but in the darkened booth of an elderly trader was
an object which caught his eye. He haggled briefly, then
wrapped the object carefully in soft cloth and cradled it
against his middle. Several times he had to react quickly to
avoid colliding with another shopper, but he finally returned
to the small room he was sharing with Qui-Gon.
"Ah, Obi-Wan. Back so soon? Let's see what you have brought."
Obi-Wan grinned like a fox, quite pleased with himself. "The
best the market had to offer, and the most delicate of things."
The young man removed his cloak and gently unwrapped the
object. It was a sculpture carved from a single Nidara shell,
about eight inches in height, a powdery white with pink
highlights at the tips. The tiny carved figures of the
sculpture were woven together in a chain of hair thin shell,
each creature more fantastic than the next. The whole piece
swooped into a fanning formation from the base, almost like a
flock of birds taking flight from a single point. Qui-Gon
picked it up and tested it's weight; the balance was perfect.
Obi-Wan felt the need of praise from his teacher for
accomplishing his task. "Is it what you were hoping for?"
"Indeed, yes. This is very fine craftsmanship. You have chosen
well Padawan. It is exactly what we will require for your
lesson this evening."
"My lesson?" Obi-Wan looked at the object, wondering what
secrets his Master would reveal to him through its form.
Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan's shoulders gently and pushed him back
against the wall, then placed the sculpture on top of Obi-Wan's
head. Obi-Wan shifted and adjusted his weight so that he was
perfectly balanced, the base of the object nestled in his spiky
hair. Qui-Gon stepped back to admire his pupil, whose confusion
was muddying the very Force around them.
"Master?"
"Padawan, this is a test of your control. You must keep very
still. I will return momentarily." So saying, the older man
stepped out of sight into the small adjoining room where their
sleeping palatte was. Obi-Wan stood stock still, but his mind
was cart wheeling. Why would his Master ask so simple a task of
him? This sort of thing was accomplished by children training
at the Academy. He could be wrapped in his Master's arms by
now, instead of standing with this stupid thing on his head,
what a waste of time! And yet...some lesson was to be learned,
and Obi-Wan was determined not to disappoint his mentor.
Qui-Gon returned, and if it were not for his request for
Obi-Wan to stand still, the young man would have been pressed
against his tall, lean body before he got two steps into the
room. The Jedi knight had loosened his hair and was naked save
for his long cloak which was wrapped loosely around him. He
smelled of faint spices and clean water, and Obi-Wan swallowed
with difficulty. This sort of preparation usually heralded a
love joining, and Obi-Wan felt his leggings grow tight. Qui-Gon
had something in his hand, but Obi-Wan could not see it without
moving his head and dislodging the sculpture. The large man
moved towards him with a lithe grace those of his size rarely
achieved. It made Obi-Wan tingle as Qui-Gon placed his hands
against the wall on either side of Obi-Wan's head and leaned
forward until their noses almost touched.
Obi-Wan stared into the hungry eyes of his Master. Qui-Gon
spoke in a low voice, with just a hint of a smile on his lips,
"A Jedi must be able to control his actions, find balance
through the Force. No matter what Padawan, you must remained
balanced. Do not dislodge the sculpture."
"Yes Master," replied Obi-Wan breathlessly, a sense of sweet
dread overcoming him.
Qui-Gon bent at a severe angle to kiss Obi-Wan's lips without
causing the young man to tilt his head. Obi-Wan stiffened when
he felt the warm wetness of his Master's tongue slide over his
heated lips. Opening slightly, he felt the limber organ slide
into his mouth until soft lips sealed against his own, trapping
it inside. His eyes slid shut and he gave a soft moan. Qui-Gon
had a way of undoing his young lover with a single kiss. Above
all else, Obi-Wan treasured this form of affection from the one
he loved.
Qui-Gon's hands were busy undoing Obi-Wan's tunic, and in fact,
the fabric had fallen to the sides before Obi-Wan was even
aware of what his Master was doing. Long, thick fingers slid
under the edges of his white tunic, and possessively stroked
the smooth flesh. Qui-Gon loved running his big hands over the
young man's form. Breaking the kiss to allow them both some
much needed air, Qui-Gon stroked Obi-Wan's ribs, feeling the
muscles bunch and ripple in Obi-Wan's attempt not to move.
Qui-Gon devilishly stole a glance at the sculpture atop the
young man's head, noticing it wobble slightly. Obi-Wan must
have felt it too, for he calmed his breathing and tried to
center himself. Giving him only a few seconds relief, Qui-Gon
ran his thumbs firmly over Obi-Wan's nipples. Obi-Wan groaned
and bit his lower lip. His nipples instantly spasmed to hard
points, and Qui-Gon dragged his callused fingers over them
again, the slight roughness agitating the overly-sensitive
flesh. The two points of delight were sending their intense
pleasure shooting through Obi-Wan's body and straight into his
cock. The young man balled his fists, fighting for control.
As Qui-Gon bent his head again, his hair brushed over Obi-Wan's
chest like a hundred tickling fingers. Obi-Wan, eyes squeezed
shut, almost laughed out loud. Even his Master's hair
enjoyed stroking and teasing him! Obi-Wan felt his Master clasp
him firmly around the waist and a wet tongue slide across his
right nipple. He let out an explosive breath he hadn't realized
he was holding. It was all the young man could do not to leap
away from the wall and press himself against that firm mouth.
He heard a scratching sound above him and realized he was close
to toppling the sculpture. Taking a deep breath, he stilled
himself enough to stop wiggling.
It was then that Qui-Gon moved to his other nipple and sealed
his mouth over it, suckling hard. Obi-Wan moaned loudly, the
intense pressure almost as sweet as the concept of his Master
connected to him this way. He felt his legs begin to tremble as
Qui-Gon flicked a tongue over a hard point, then bite down
gently. Obi-Wan hissed through gritted teeth and splayed his
hands against the wall behind him to keep from collapsing. He
was achingly hard.
Qui-Gon straightened and looked at his pupil. The young man's
throat was working, trying to gulp air and manage enough spit
to swallow. His skin was a fine sheen of sweat, his hairline
moist from his exertion. His body was wracked with tremors,
trying to keep to a minimum of motion so as not to disturb the
delicate object on his head. Qui-Gon realized he must teach
Obi-Wan his lesson before his Padawan lost all control. Failing
this lesson now would only damage his confidence in himself.
"Obi-Wan....you struggle so. You are not using all I have
taught you." The young man opened his eyes slowly and looked up
at his gently smiling Master. Qui-Gon lowered his voice to a
rough whisper, "You know what comes next my Padawan. It will
not get any easier." Obi-Wan groaned and tried locking his
knees to stabilize himself. The sculpture wobbled more
dramatically, and Qui-Gon pursed his lips, considering. "If it
falls, we are done for this night." Obi-Wan let out a
frustrated whimper, understanding his Master well. If the
object smashed to the ground, Qui-Gon would stop what he was
doing, leaving Obi-Wan hard and unsatisfied. He swallowed
convulsively.
"Master....please..."
"Use the Force Padawan. You know how."
"But...I am trying. I am doing the techniques you taught me
Master. But....my mind is unable to find peace..."
Qui-Gon smiled and ran a hand down the side of his face as if
to gentle a wild beast. "Padawan, remember the Force is not
always something you use to control another thing. The Force
has limitless possibilities, one of which is allow you to focus
your energy outward. Let it catch your wild self and allow you
to experience the calm pleasure." Obi-Wan blinked, absorbing
all his Master had said. Qui-Gon bent again and initiated a
tender kiss, his lips firm yet pliable against Obi-Wan's. He
also gently pushed his thigh between Obi-Wan's legs and tested
the young man's straining erection. Obi-Wan trembled anew,
griping the wall behind him.
Leaving the haven of his student's soft mouth, Qui-Gon dropped
to a knee and began unfastening Obi-Wan's leggings. His own
hands trembled somewhat, he was rather looking forward to
giving his Padawan this pleasure. Obi-Wan felt the last of his
clothing fall away, leaving his entire front exposed to the
cool air. In contrast was his Master's warm breath against his
belly; he couldn't see where his Master was, he could only
focus on the sensations. Qui-Gon nuzzled the soft skin of his
mid-section, his bristled beard causing the flesh to pebble,
then finally placing a suckling kiss to the skin just above
Obi-Wan's patch of light colored curls. Obi-Wan's engorged cock
reacted by poking the older man under the chin.
Qui-Gon chuckled, which translated as a rumbling vibration
through Obi-Wan's rigid member. Obi-Wan voiced an open mouthed
groan which held a note of despair. He could feel the sculpture
teetering above. How was he ever going to keep it still? He was
applying every bit of concentration he could manage to use the
Force to hold it steady. Yet, his Master's attentions kept
dissolving his ability to concentrate. What was it his Master
had said about sending his energy outward?
The young man's thoughts once again flew from him, Qui-Gon had
grasped his swollen member and had pressed a wet tongue against
it's length. Obi-Wan shuddered, hissing through gritted teeth,
his leg muscles screaming to be allowed to move. He wanted so
much to thrash his head, grasp his Master's hair...anything!
The young Jedi was a coiled spring, bound only by his Master's
will to keep steady. Something was going to give soon, and
Obi-Wan was laying bets it was going to be his mind.
Rough hands gripped Obi-Wan's thighs, stroking possessively.
Prickly facial hair danced along Obi-Wan's swollen cock. A wet
tongue point sought and found the very tip of his cock,
swirling over the dripping crown. Obi-Wan panted as quietly as
he could. He could picture Qui-Gon in his mind, kneeling before
his pupil, his soft lips sealed around his crimson member. He
growled softly, Qui-Gon's love for him brushed briefly through
the Force and to Obi-Wan's fevered brain. Strong fingers gently
fondled him.
Then Obi-Wan felt himself surrounded by hot wetness, and he
gathered together his trembling Force energy. Like an explosion
Obi-Wan threw the energy from himself, feeling it snaking
outward like waves from a diver's plunge. Tendrils of it surged
outward, some returning to him as if unable to leave him
completely. It allowed his body to remain motionless, even as
it exploded outward, keeping his balance and allowing him to be
still. He felt his Master's mouth encase his cock again, felt
the back and forth motion of that mouth almost in time to the
waves of energy that flew out and snapped back. He was pinned
to the wall, completely at the mercy of his Master's rhythm,
unable to do anything to hurry his impending orgasm. And it was
the most intense sensation he had ever felt. A light rasp of
teeth at the base of his cock and he was lost. His mouth tore
open suddenly with a silent scream and he felt a rush of cool
air on his cock.
"Now, Padawan."
In an instant, Qui-Gon had swallowed Obi-Wan again, while also
deftly catching the sculpture as it came flying off the young
man's head. With the return of the warm, slick mouth and his
Master's permission, Obi-Wan roared loudly and arched his body
violently. Sending streams of his seed into his Master's
waiting mouth, Obi-Wan gripped the older man's head, his hands
shaking violently. Tears leaked from his tightly shuttered
eyes, his throat raw from his scream. Qui-Gon slid an arm
around him to support him and as Obi-Wan's spasms died away to
shudders, he gently guided the boy to the ground, laying under
him to cushion his fall. Obi-Wan lay twitching and muttering
for several seconds as his Master cradled his spent body.
Qui-Gon grinned to himself. The boy had let off enough energy
whipping through the Force that if anyone on the planet was
sensitive to it, they now had either a splitting headache or
very wet trousers. His love for his student was immense, and he
so enjoyed teaching him in ways that allowed the young man to
experience such joy. Obi-Wan's breathing evened out, but he
felt no desire to move one bit. His bones felt like mashed
pulp, and his Master's warm body under his made him feel loved.
Strong arms cradled him, large hands stroking his back in lazy
circles. Yeah, he could stay here forever, but he missed his
Master's eyes.
Lifting his head from the great plain of his Master's chest,
Obi-Wan was rewarded with one of Qui-Gon's private smiles, the
ones reserved for his beloved. He tightened his arms around
Qui-Gon, and wriggled in delight.
"You understand now, Padawan?" Obi-Wan grinned and nodded, not
entirely sure he should admit that sort of thing. After all,
more lessons like this might be forthcoming if he didn't
completely grasp the concept.
Qui-Gon held the undamaged sculpture aloft. "You have done
well. You have learned much tonight. A Jedi never stops
learning."
"Thank you, Master, I have had a most excellent teacher. Tell
me, do you still find things to learn?"
Obi-Wan felt the older man's sex nudge his thigh. "Every day,
young one. Every day."
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