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Disclaimer: The boyz aren't mine, much as I wish they were.
They belong to George Lucas, who is a kind man for creating
such a wonderful universe for us all to play in.
Obi-Wan Kenobi stretched luxuriously and leaned back
lengthwise across the couch, propping his datapad on one bent
knee while he scrolled through the text in front of him.
His gaze shifted to where his master sat at the computer
terminal across the room, researching background information on
their latest mission to prepare a report to the Council. It had
been a very long, very trying mission, and now that they were
home again, it was good to be able to settle into their usual
steady routine. Which meant evenings spent studying for classes
and preparing reports, instead of dodging the unwanted
attentions of foreign dignitaries and attending an endless
procession of political receptions.
Qui-Gon was dressed casually here in the privacy of their
quarters. A single untailored tunic and thin pants, bare feet
curled around the legs of the chair he was sitting in, long
hair slightly damp from his shower and hanging loose around his
shoulders. Obi-Wan moistened his lips slightly at the sight of
him, feeling an uncomfortable tightening in his groin. Gods,
but the man was beautiful.
"Master?" he said, keeping his voice steady with an effort and
massaging absently at the inside of one thigh. "Are you almost
finished with that?"
"Just about." Qui-Gon never looked up from the screen.
Sighing, Obi-Wan turned his attention back to his history
text, only to realize that he had lost all awareness of what he
had been reading about. His thoughts stubbornly returned to his
master, and his hand slid heavily across his stomach, giving
just the faintest touch of nail. His hips lifted slightly from
the couch at the feel of it. "It's been an awfully long
mission," he said, trying again to get Qui-Gon's
attention.
"Hmm."
The man could certainly rival an aurochs for concentration.
Obi- Wan threw his datapad aside, giving up on it. He stretched
again, feeling his tunic slide across his nipples with warm
friction as he moved. "I'm not in the mood for studying any
longer," he said, abandoning all attempts at subtlety.
"Why don't you go to bed, then." Still Qui-Gon didn't
turn.
*Why don't you come over here and make me.*
Rolling on his side and resting his head on one hand, Obi-Wan
gave his Master a narrow look and slid his hand sinuously down
the front of his leggings. He didn't try to curb the low gasp
that he made when his fingers closed around his cock, which was
already half-erect and begging for a touch. He let his head
fall against the back of the couch as he gave a series of deft
pulls to the heated flesh, bringing it instantly to aching
hardness.
"What are you doing?"
Obi-Wan watched through slitted eyes as Qui-Gon turned in his
chair, and had to bite back a snort of highly inappropriate
laughter at the look on his lover's face when he took in the
sight of him.
"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon's voice was a low growl.
"Yes, Master?" His voice was a seductive purr with just the
right touch of innocence to it.
Obi-Wan was well aware of the picture he must make, head
thrown back against the couch, braid trailing down across his
chest, hand moving rhythmically inside his pants. He shifted
his hips slightly, letting his eyes fall closed, and felt the
heat of his arousal rise in his face. He licked his lips,
wishing that Qui- Gon would come forward and taste them.
A hand fell vise-like over his wrist, stilling his movements.
Obi-Wan's eyes flew open in surprise.
Qui-Gon was kneeling on the floor in front of him, eyes dark
and dangerous. Obi-Wan had just half a second to admire the
fearsome beauty of those eyes before Qui-Gon's hand twirled
around the length of his braid and pulled him roughly forward
to claim his mouth in a kiss.
Obi-Wan moaned as his master's tongue stroked into him, beard
scraping across his mouth and chin, and the slight buzzing pain
from the pressure on his braid made him swoon. It was a moment
before Qui-Gon let him up for air, and when he did, both their
expressions were slightly dazed.
"You were supposed to be studying," Qui-Gon murmured against
his lips.
"I got lonely," Obi-Wan murmured back, leaning forward to
brush their heads together.
"Want you."
Obi-Wan shivered at the undisguised need in his master's
voice. "Need you," he returned, somewhat breathlessly.
Qui-Gon kissed him again, tongue sliding demandingly into Obi-
Wan's mouth, stroking deeply. His hands moved over his
padawan's body, shedding clothes as they went, and Obi-Wan
surged forward against him, panting, demanding more. In just a
few moments, they were both gloriously naked, and Obi-Wan felt
himself lifted bodily off the couch and lowered into Qui-Gon's
lap.
The feel of Qui-Gon's erection pressing against the bare skin
of his bottom made Obi-Wan moan through clenched teeth, a
delicate shudder wracking through his body. He nipped at
Qui-Gon's neck in agitation, sliding his legs around his
master's waist and locking his ankles together behind him.
"Qui-Gon..." he breathed, a muted plea.
Qui-Gon replied by sliding his hands down Obi-Wan's spine to
knead at the skin of his buttocks, rocking his hips slightly so
that Obi-Wan's cock slid against his stomach. Obi-Wan let out a
hissing breath and clenched his legs spasmodically, searching
for Qui-Gon's mouth blindly and claiming it with his
tongue.
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon whispered hoarsely, fingers sliding into
the cleft of Obi-Wan's ass, fingering the tight little opening
there. He nudged one fingertip up against it, sinking his teeth
into Obi-Wan's shoulder with a low moan.
"Now, Qui-Gon. Oh, gods, now. Please..."
With trembling hands, Qui-Gon lifted Obi-Wan's hips and
lowered him gently onto the rigid length of his cock. Obi-Wan's
breath caught as that hard shaft pressed against his opening,
penetrating him easily, and then he was being stretched as his
own body's weight forced him down onto it, his legs tightening
around Qui-Gon's waist, locking them together. It burned - oh,
gods, there had been no preparation, none - but he could feel
Qui-Gon using a subtle manipulation of the Force to ease his
entry in lieu of having any lubricant.
Obi-Wan let his head fall back, closing his eyes with a
soundless gasp of pleasure as that burning pain spread through
him. "Qui- Gon," he whispered, and felt his master's hands
slide soothingly over the trembling skin of his ribs.
"Qui-Gon," he said again, and shuddered as he felt lips lock
possessively onto the pulse at his throat, tongue swirling
warmly across his skin.
And then they were fully joined, ass settled in the cradle of
Qui-Gon's hips, the entire length of his master's cock encased
within his body. Obi-Wan closed his arms around Qui-Gon's
shoulders, shuddering slightly, and nuzzled into the side of
the other man's neck, lapping gently at the sweat-slick
skin.
"Ride me," Qui-Gon said softly, and it was less of a demand
than a plea.
Obi-Wan obeyed. Still clinging tightly to Qui-Gon's shoulders,
Obi-Wan began to move his hips with slow deliberation, rising
up almost the entire length of Qui-Gon's cock before sliding
down again slowly. Qui-Gon's fingers tightened around his hips,
sparking a tingle of bruising pleasure through him, and he
panted into Qui-Gon's neck, thighs straining as he fought to
hold the steady pace.
"More," Qui-Gon groaned, the word issuing from deep within his
chest. He closed his lips over Obi-Wan's ear, sucking the
tender lobe in between his teeth, and suckled hungrily, his
breath coming in hitching gasps.
As much as he wanted to make it last, Obi-Wan increased the
pace of his movements, giving into his body's need for further
stimulation. His cock slid between his and Qui-Gon's bellies,
slickened with pre-cum, and he angled his body so that
Qui-Gon's cock nudged up against his prostate with every
downward thrust. He hissed as he felt the pleasure coil through
him, closing his eyes tightly against the groan that rose in
his throat, Qui-Gon's hair clinging damply to the fevered skin
of his face. Qui-Gon's hands moved over him, stroking,
claiming, urging him on to higher and faster movements,
bringing them both closer to the razor- sharp edge of
ecstasy.
"Gods ... Qui-Gon..." He was humping wildly now, his body lost
in the frantic rhythm of its desire, hands clenching tightly to
his lover's shoulders. He was practically sobbing as he fought
for the release that they both craved.
"Oh gods, yes, Obi-Wan. Yes..."
As if the word were the key that unlocked the flood of his
passion, Obi-Wan felt the pleasure tighten almost painfully in
his thighs before loosening at last in a sudden wave of liquid
fire. He cried out as the orgasm rocked through him, arms and
legs tightening around his lover until he thought the other man
could hardly breathe. Qui-Gon's hands moved immediately to Obi-
Wan's hips and kept him moving, once, twice, three more times,
and then he too was screaming as the pleasure erupted out of
him, joining them together in this golden moment.
Obi-Wan looked up and found himself sprawled across Qui-Gon's
body, which was leaning bonelessly back against the couch. His
legs were still wrapped tightly around his master, Qui-Gon's
softening cock still encased within his body. He smiled,
sighing deeply in utter contentment, and lowered his head onto
Qui-Gon's chest. "It's good to be home, Master."
Qui-Gon's arms snaked up around him and stroked his hair
gently, and he pressed a tender kiss onto Obi-Wan's shoulder,
grinning. "I'd say we have a lot of lost time to make up for,
wouldn't you?"
Obi-Wan chuckled delightedly and nuzzled deeper into his
master's chest, basking in the warmth of this man that he
loved. "Oh, yes, Master."
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