Archive: M_A, RavenD's site. All others please ask.
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Series: Theme and Timbre
Summary: Qui-Gon awakens to a dream.
Notes: Thanks to RavenD for letting me play in her music room!
This has more smut and less plot than I had originally
intended. Change is good.
Feedback: Of course. Good, bad, indifferent, all comments are
welcome. I want to hear from you, because the e-mail from the
eleven lists I am on isn't quite enough yet!!
Disclaimers: They were created in George's mind. They like to
play here.
Camminando - Following easily and gently
A faint melody created by the delicately tangling beaded
curtain awoke Qui-Gon from his slumber. He blinked back sleep
and a half-finished dream and peered ahead. Through the
shimmering beads at the doorway he saw a male figure lit from
behind by a flickering wall torch.
"Who's there?" Qui-Gon rasped sleepily.
The man's answer was to place a finger over his lips to
quietly shush the Jedi Master. Then he turned from the doorway,
leaving only the fading sound of soft material trailing across
the stone floor.
Perhaps the dead of night was not the proper time to go
traipsing about the Sultan of Berlima's palace fortress,
Qui-Gon thought. However, his curiosity was aroused. He
shrugged into his Jedi robe and slipped into the hallway. The
corridor was sparsely lit, but at the far end he could just
barely see a wisp of red silk slithering around the corner. He
increased his speed, continuing the chase. Despite his pace, he
never caught more than a glimpse of that fluttering crimson
silk along the twists and turns of the palace corridors.
At long last, the trail came to an end at a semi-circular
courtyard. Shrouded in silk, the mysterious figure stood in a
sliver of moonlight filtering through the broad leaves of a
jalla fruit tree. His identity was a mystery no more. It was
Qui-Gon's young lover. His apprentice, Obi-Wan.
The young man extended a loose edge of the red cloth and
Qui-Gon took it in hand, feeling the warm brush of Obi-Wan's
palm and the fiery heat in his lover's eyes. With a slight tug,
the swath of red silk drifted to the stone patio baring one
smooth shoulder. Qui-Gon skimmed his hand over the exposed
flesh, dropping a kiss on the firm curve. Obi-Wan shivered in
the balmy night air.
Discovering another corner of cloth in his hand, Qui-Gon
tugged that away as well. This time the opposite shoulder was
revealed and he treated this one to a kiss as well, letting his
lips follow the trail of silk as it fell down the younger man's
arm and slipped from his fingertips. Continuing to kiss his way
down Obi-Wan's arm to his wrist, Qui-Gon dropped to his knees
onto the discarded pile of silk. The young man's hand was then
thoroughly sprinkled with kisses. Obi-Wan let out tiny gasps of
pleasure as each strong finger was brushed with the tip of
Qui-Gon's tongue. The digits acted as conduits to his brain and
groin. Electric pleasure sizzled through his body.
Another length of silk was bound about Obi-Wan's torso and
Qui-Gon loosened the knot that held it in place. He clutched
the edges of the fabric, allowing it to drift down centimeters
at a time, lavishing attention on each portion of taut flesh
revealed. His fingers swirled lightly over budding nipples, his
hands grazed lovingly over ticklish sides. He lazily massaged
the silk across the young man's abdomen as his teeth latched on
to a nipple and tugged at it briefly.
Obi-Wan let out another quiet gasp, mindful of other guests
whose open windows bordered the courtyard. Why had he not led
his lover to someplace more private he did not know. It was too
late now, much, much too late. Stopping was not an option he
even wanted to consider, not with Qui-Gon loving him with such
sweet abandon.
When Qui-Gon began to suck on the other nipple, Obi-Wan wove
his fingers into his master's hair, begging for the bliss to
continue. He threw back his head, eyes staring wide at the
stars above, worshipping them as Qui-Gon worshipped his
body.
Qui-Gon let the silk drop to Obi-Wan's waist, nipping at the
smooth skin that covered quivering muscles. He eased his hands
from the younger man's body and the silk fell away. Obi-Wan
swayed dizzily before Qui-Gon's hands reclaimed him, gripping
him firmly at the waist. Qui-Gon's eyes dilated completely, the
blue completely overwhelmed by fathomless black, as he took in
the sight before him.
Obi-Wan was arrayed in one final immodest scrap of silk that
was slung around his hips and tied on the left. The young man
shifted subtly and the material parted to display the complete
length of leg from hip to toe. Starting at the ankle, Qui-Gon
lightly brushed the back of his hand up the exposed leg. At the
muscled thigh, he turned his palm to the flesh and kneaded it
slowly.
The younger man's breathing was shallow as he struggled for
quiet in the dark night. He was unable to suppress a sharp hiss
of pleasure when Qui-Gon loosened the final silk knot with his
teeth, exposing him fully to his master's hungry gaze.
"Oh, my beautiful one," Qui-Gon breathed against his Padawan's
hip. The warm moist breath sensitized Obi-Wan's flesh and he
was unable to control his shivering any longer.
Qui-Gon teased the length of Obi-Wan's hardened shaft with
roughened fingertips as well as his tongue. Finally, he took
the tip of the shaft in his mouth, swirling his tongue in a
maddening dance. He never grew tired of the taste of his
lover's desire and he greedily laved the head of Obi-Wan's cock
to find that flavor he loved. With tender care he took the
shaft completely in his mouth. Obi-Wan's strangled moan spurred
Qui-Gon to begin a steady sliding and sucking rhythm. The tease
was completely forgotten as passion took them over.
"Master, oh, so close," Obi-Wan managed to whisper, his knees
weakening at Qui-Gon's sensual onslaught.
Gently, Qui-Gon grasped Obi-Wan's hip with one hand, holding
on just tight enough for the young man to retain his balance.
Qui-Gon's other hand parted his own robe and he began pumping
his own erection in time with Obi-Wan's gentle thrusts.
Rather than shouting, Obi-Wan came with a tortured whisper.
His fingers were drawn up into fists, nails digging into his
palms in an effort to maintain quiet. After a few more soft
licks, Qui-Gon released Obi-Wan's shaft and the young man fell
to his knees in the abandoned silk, resting his weight on his
heels. Breathing heavily, he watched Qui-Gon with a mixture of
awe and sensual hunger, silently urging his lover to
completion.
"Follow me, Qui-Gon," he said quietly. "I'm waiting." Obi-Wan
reached over and stroked Qui-Gon's cock. Their hands joined in
an act of love.
Spurred on by his love's voice and touch, Qui-Gon came
silently, biting his lip. His pulse slowed after a short while,
and he pulled Obi-Wan into his arms. He kissed his Padawan's
jaw, and then claimed Obi-Wan's lips in a kiss of pure
sweetness.
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