Summary: Obi enjoys an evening alone with his Master.
Warnings: I would say m/m sex. But if you're here you know what
to expect. Mild schmoop.
Feedback: is better than piping hot apple pie with loads of
melting vanilla ice cream.
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money made. SIGH.
Warm arms encircled his neck from behind as he sat trying to
read his datapad. One hand slid inside his tunic to stroke at a
tightening nipple. Lips nuzzled just under his right earlobe.
Then, he heard the soft voice that loved to drive him crazy.
"You should go to bed, Master. You haven't read anything in the
last fifteen minutes."
Qui-Gon turned his head inviting a kiss. After a few minutes of
gentle exploring, he said, "Perhaps you're right. Join me
tonight?"
The Padawan smiled. He and his Master didn't sleep together
often. He never could decide if they were friendly lovers or
loving friends. Either way he didn't care. He'd take what he
could get.
Obi-Wan held his hand out to his Master then led him to the
smaller Padawan bed.
Qui-Gon raised his eyebrows but said nothing.
The younger man laughed. "Oh come on. You know there's room for
both of us. My bed's not that small."
Obi-Wan methodically removed each piece of his Master's Jedi
uniform carelessly tossing them across the room. His eyes
danced mischievously at his lover's chuckle. He tugged off the
boots and the leggings soon followed. The young Jedi paused to
drink in the sight of a very naked and aroused Qui-Gon Jinn.
"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon murmured. "You are still dressed."
The young man shrugged. "I know."
A moment pasted and Qui-Gon cupped his lover's chin. "I love
you, Padawan."
"And I love you, Master."
Obi-Wan slowly ran his hands up the long legs of his Master
tickling gently behind the knees on his way to the leaking
cock. He moaned appreciatively when he ran a finger up the
length to capture the wetness at the tip. He sucked the finger
enjoying the frustrated groan from above.
"Tease," the low rumble whispered.
Obi-Wan flicked his tongue rapidly against the head of the cock
drawing more moisture until he couldn't stand it. He let
Qui-Gon's hips thrust forward and took as much of the swollen
dick in as he could. His fingers and a bit of the Force probed
at the Master's anus coaxing it open. He opened his throat to
the pulsing erection as he breached Qui-Gon's body.
The Master moaned and gripped Obi-Wan's head. He didn't object
when those fingers pushed deeper and found his prostate. He
knew his Padawan loved to torment him this way. Secretly, he
enjoyed it too.
The still fully dressed young man sucked and stroked until he
felt his Master's orgasm begin. Then, he stopped, ignoring the
disappointed gasp. He gently pushed his lover to the bed making
sure the older man lay on his back.
Obi-Wan stared down at his beloved Master. "You are so
beautiful. And so completely fuckable."
Qui-Gon's eyes widened. The wicked gleam in the Padawan's eyes
worried him.
"Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" Obi-Wan paused then
answered his own question. "Of course not. You are completely
oblivious to all of the hungry stares you draw. Do you know how
many times people have come to me asking if I minded lending
out my lover? And that was before we were lovers. If I wasn't
Jedi, I would have beat the hell out of all of them, men and
women."
Obi-Wan knelt between his Master's spread legs and unfastened
his leggings. He pulled them down just enough to free his
erection. He grasped himself firmly and began stroking.
"Do you know how many nights I lay alone and did this thinking
of you?" The young man smiled into his love's eyes. "Almost
every night since I turned sixteen. You were my favorite
fantasy. I always imagined you in some sort of
trouble-imprisoned in a harem, on sale as a sex slave, captured
by pirates. The only way to rescue you was to prove you
belonged to me."
His breath hitched. "Having sex with you was the only proof
they would believe because you manfully resisted their attempts
at seduction."
"I had no idea you were so creative, my Padawan," Qui-Gon said,
amused. "Did I succumb to your charms?"
"Of course. I asked you to trust me and follow my lead. We
always had a good time even in the midst of danger."
Now Qui-Gon laughed with joy. "I shall remember that."
Obi-Wan nudged his Master's thighs a bit further apart and
called their favorite oil to his hand. He drizzled some on his
cock then onto the older man's balls. He quickly covered
himself letting his other hand play with the fragile sac. He
made sure to tease the perineum before sliding his fingers into
his Master again.
Qui-Gon jerked slightly. His cock lay flat on his belly. He
couldn't touch himself for fear he would peak too soon. Oh but
his apprentice was good.
Slowly, teasing both of them, Obi-Wan aligned his cock with his
lover's hole and thrust inside. He couldn't hold back his moan,
which mingled with Qui-Gon's. He panted trying desperately to
control his rising orgasm.
Watching his Master's face, Obi-Wan pushed all the way in and
lay still for a moment. "I love you."
/And I you, my Obi-Wan/
Obi-Wan withdrew until just the tip of his cock remained inside
his Master's ass. He shoved himself back in drawing a scream
from his lover. He threw gentleness to the wind and let his
body take his Master's. He lay flush on Qui-Gon's body his hips
moving faster his breathing ragged.
Qui-Gon thrashed under him. The roughness of his Padawan's
tunic torturously dragged across his penis making him frantic
for release. He grabbed Obi-Wan's head to bring him up for a
kiss. Naturally, he had to pull his legs up to his chest. The
change in position allowed Obi-Wan to pound his prostate
unmercifully.
The Master howled into his Padawan's mouth come spurting onto
his chest and Obi-Wan's tunic.
The younger man didn't slacken his pace but continued to thrust
until he came deep in his lover's ass.
Once they came down from their orgasmic high, Qui-Gon laughed
his chest bouncing Obi-Wan up and down.
"What?"
"My Obi-Wan, you are still dressed."
"I know. That was one of my less dangerous fantasies."
Qui-Gon kissed him letting his tongue roam the younger man's
mouth freely. "Any time you want to fulfill another one, let me
know."
"I will," Obi-Wan promised. He drew back far enough to remove
his wet clothing then stretched out beside his lover. His eyes
closing in sleep, he murmured, "I love you."
"I love you." Qui-Gon yawned and followed his Padawan in
slumber.
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