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Obi-Wan practically dragged himself into the quarters he and
his Master were sharing at the temple on Delios. They were
there helping to establish a new early training center for Jedi
children, and today he had been appointed the task of taking
care of 2 dozen of the Sith's worst spawn. He'd rather face an
army of Droidekas than 24 screaming, crying,
temper-tantrum-throwing children again. He normally loved
helping with the children but for some reason today had tried
every ounce of patience his 11 years of apprenticeship had
taught him. He supposed it could have something to do with the
fact that he was suffering from a severe lack of 'lessons' from
Master Qui-Gon, he thought morosely.
Actually today wasn't that bad now that he thought about it.
Most of the children were quite adorable and pleasant to be
with. There were three however, all spoiled, petulant
firstborns of ruling houses, whose sole purpose had seemed to
be to drive Obi-Wan to the Dark Side. They would have tried the
patience of Yoda himself. 'Never again,' he thought grimly,
never again would he let himself be connived into watching that
many children at once.
The door slid shut behind him and Obi-Wan leaned wearily
against it for a few moments, soaking up the stillness and
serenity of the empty rooms. Qui-Gon was in meetings with the
temple heads and local government officials and, if previous
days were any indication, wouldn't be back until late tonight.
They only saw each other for the few hours they spent training
and getting ready for the day each morning, and only had time
for a brief kiss before the day's duties called them away.
Obi-Wan sighed a melancholy sigh. He missed his lover... and
his lover's 'lessons.' Add to it the fact that he had the
libido of a typical twenty-one year old human male and what you
got was a horny, frustrated and lonely Padawan. Not a good mood
for him to be in.
Shoving himself away from the door and keying the lock so that
only Qui-Gon could enter, Obi-Wan went into their sleep
chamber, stripped and headed for the bathing area. He drew
himself a hot bath in a tub large enough to fit four and added
a drop of his favorite oil. It was a dark and earthy-smelling
one that never failed to relax overwrought nerves or relieve
tension. He lowered himself into the steamy water with a
grateful sigh, intent upon soaking away all the negative
feelings of the day.
An hour later the Jedi Apprentice roused himself enough to
empty the tub and pad naked into the bedroom, collapsing in a
lethargic sprawl on his back in the middle of the bed. He was
sound asleep moments after his head hit the pillow.
Qui-Gon thanked whatever merciful deities smiled down on Delios
as he walked into his quarters. What had started out as another
tedious day had only improved as the day went on. He had even
been able to escape the rounds of talks early, which meant he
could spend some time with his Padawan. They slept wrapped in
each other's arms every night and trained together every
morning but that was all. No talking, no laughter... no loving.
It was beginning to wear on his nerves. Qui-Gon missed his
Obi-Wan.
Noting that the door lock had been set, he keyed in his
personal code, a smile breaking out on his face. This meant
that Obi-Wan was home. He found no sign of movement when he
entered, or life for that matter. Beloved? he sent over
their bond. He got a series of fuzzy images about demented
children and frustration sent back to him. Obi-Wan was
dreaming.
The sight that greeted him upon entering the sleep chamber was
enough to rouse the dead, let alone a lonely, love-deprived
Jedi Master. There, in the center of the large bed, sound
asleep, was his lover. An arm was thrown over Obi-Wan's eyes to
ward off the setting sun and a leg was bent at the knee, adding
a sensual quality to the sight before Qui-Gon. The sun had
turned alabaster skin golden and red blond hair a coppery hue.
Obi-Wan's braid lay across his broad chest, rising and falling
in tandem with his breathing. In the center of all that glory
Obi-Wan was sporting a rampant erection. The young man looked
good enough to eat.
A wicked idea crept into Qui-Gon's mind. He smiled deviously
and retraced his steps to the common area and the food
processor unit. Yes indeed, a very wicked idea came to
mind.
Obi-Wan came awake abruptly when something exceedingly cold was
unceremoniously plopped into his navel. He tried to bolt
upright but found himself restrained. He had sensed no danger
so how could this have happened? "What...?" he began.
"Good evening my love, did you have a nice nap?" the
rough-velvet voice of Qui-Gon inquired.
Eyes snapping open quickly, Obi-Wan met the amused gaze of his
lover. "Qui-Gon?! - what in the hells of the Sith is going on?"
he asked as he looked down and saw a dollop of frozen sweet
cream now adorning his navel. Above him, his hands were lightly
tied to the headboard with the sash from Qui-Gon's nightrobe.
"You were asleep when I came in so I had to eat dinner alone.
Since I know how much you enjoy sweets, I thought I'd share my
dessert. As for your hands, well I didn't want you getting
impatient and interrupting me during my preparations, thus the
restraints," Qui-Gon informed him reasonably as he began to
paint Obi-Wan's rapidly hardening nipples with alderberry
sauce. He held a finger up to Obi-Wan's lips and watched it
disappear into that warm, wet haven. Obi-Wan licked all traces
of his favorite sauce away, running his mobile tongue around
Qui-Gon's sensitized digit, all the while watching his Master
intently.
Qui-Gon shuddered and closed his eyes a moment to regain his
equilibrium. He was the one teaching this lesson, not his avid
pupil. It was time he stopped getting sidetracked by his wanton
Padawan. He had a lesson to teach after all.
Removing his finger, Qui-Gon returned to the task of adorning
his lover's body with both of their favorite treats. Around
Obi-Wan's neck he placed a collar of freshly sliced Quina. He
framed the sweet-cream inundated navel with Vana pods. Qui-Gon
then slid some juicy pinapa rings over Obi-Wan's turgid flesh
and drizzled it with some warmed crème.
Obi-Wan watched wide-eyed and aroused, hardly breathing, unable
to fathom what was going on. This was so... decadent and
exotic! He sincerely hoped he'd be able to decorate Qui-Gon in
a similar manner. Speaking of his lover, Qui-Gon appeared to be
taking his work quite seriously. There was a furrow of
concentration between those elegant brows as his master applied
himself to finishing his culinary masterpiece, using Obi-Wan's
body as the canvas.
Qui-Gon was aware of the heated and curious gaze, but chose to
ignore it for the moment, deciding instead to finish what he
was doing. He reached for the final item on the tray that held
his "paints." A bowl of warmed chocara fudge sauce.
Dipping a large, blunt finger into the bowl, Qui-Gon brought it
up to his lips and began to suck the sauce off, imitating a
more carnal act he intended to indulge in later. He smiled
wickedly as he heard Obi-Wan's breath catch.
Using his finger like a writing tool, Qui-Gon wrote symbols
over Obi-Wan's heart and on his stomach, ancient symbols of
love and sex and devotion from a language long dead and
remembered only by the Jedi. He then took the bowl and drizzled
some more sauce over the younger man's chest and straining sex,
saving some of the treat for something he planned to do later,
when Obi-Wan was more... relaxed.
"Mmmm. Now that is a most appetizing desert," Qui-Gon sighed
appreciatively. "But where to begin?"
"Master..." Obi-Wan groaned in frustration, wanting something,
anything.
"Patience Padawan - you know a Jedi must ever be patient," Qui
Gon chuckled. He was thoroughly enjoying the sight before him -
a bound and submissive Obi-Wan, covered in delicacies and
trying very hard not to move even though his skin was probably
being delightfully tormented by all the different substances on
it.
Finally deciding to be merciful, Qui-Gon knelt beside the bed
and began to enjoy his 'dessert.' Using his tongue to scoop up
some of the frozen sweet cream, he closed a now frosty mouth
over one of Obi-Wan's berry stained nipples. The young man
jerked and howled at the twin sensations of heat and ice.
Licking the nipple clean, he repeated his actions on its mate
before kissing Obi-Wan to share the taste of cream, berry and
Obi-Wan with his lover. Obi-Wan thrust a desperate tongue back
into Qui-Gon's mouth, licking at tongue and roof of mouth,
capturing the unique flavors and trying desperately to find
some small relief in the act of this kiss.
Working methodically, Qui-Gon cleaned every inch of Obi-Wan's
painted skin, sharing tastes with the desperately aroused
Padawan, slipping chunks of fruit and Vana pod from between his
lips and past Obi-Wan's with suggestive thrusts of tongue and
wicked caresses. Obi-Wan's head tossed restlessly on the
pillows, a low continuous moan escaping from his panting mouth.
It was so erotic, so devilishly delightful, the sensations his
Master was giving to him.
At last, the only thing left for Qui-Gon to devour was the
crème and fudge confection that was his beloved's
straining erection. Without touching the dancing flesh, Qui-Gon
delicately nibbled on the pinapa fruit, every once and a while
transferring small bites to Obi-Wan for him to enjoy.
"Master!" Obi-Wan managed to gasp between moans. "Please - no
more I beg you - please just... just..." He was once more
reduced to moans as Qui-Gon started to lap up the warm
crème and fudge sauces that had pooled at the base of
Obi-Wan's cock and had run down over his scrotum.
Qui-Gon raised his head and took in the bewitching sight of an
aroused Obi-Wan, incoherent with passion. "Just what, My
Obi-Wan?" he purred seductively, before wrapping lips around
the young man's scorching cock to gently tug off the remainders
of the fruit rings.
"Master, please. Make me come!" Obi-Wan cried out, pushed
beyond patience and control. Qui Gon leaned back on his heels
as he savored the last mouthful of confection, eyes hot with
want.
"Patience Sweet, you really must work on your patience."
Qui-Gon teased. "And making demands on your Master? This too is
a trait that needs work," he continued. "So tonight, we shall
work on these things." Qui-Gon finished a devilish gleam in his
eyes.
"Master... please, no..." Obi-Wan groaned in frustration. "I
don't think I'm up to those lessons. My patience was already
strained to the limit by the days activities - this will
destroy me." Obi-Wan begged shamelessly. He had never seen
Qui-Gon quite so tormentingly playful. It was the last thing he
needed tonight. What he needed was release - and he
needed it immediately.
"All the more reason Padawan. Now be a good apprentice and try
to behave," Qui-Gon laughed, knowing full well the level of
sexual arousal his lover was experiencing, thanks to their
unshielded bond, and how much Obi-Wan was in need of
satisfaction.
Retrieving a few of the fluffy pillows at the top of the bed,
Qui-Gon levitated his apprentice a few inches off the bed,
placed the pillows under his stomach and hips, and rolled
Obi-Wan over onto his stomach, before lowering him again. This
maneuver took less than a minute and by the time Obi-Wan
thought to protest it was too late.
"Master! What are you..."
"Hush now Obi-Wan, silence is yet another virtue you should be
striving for." Qui-Gon sat next to his wriggling love and
placed a cool hand in the small of Obi-Wan's back to still him.
"No moving now Obi-Wan. Be still." Picking up the remaining
fudge sauce, Qui-Gon drizzled it down Obi-Wan's spine, over the
sweet rise of his buttocks and, finally, lining the crevice
between them.
Obi-Wan's body went rigid with shock, then became boneless as
he realized what this meant. His Master was keeping his promise
from an earlier lesson. Obi-Wan waited breathlessly for
Qui-Gon, suddenly eager for his 'lesson' to continue.
Gauging Obi-Wan's reaction visually and through their bond,
Qui-Gon realized that the younger man not only accepted what
was going to happen but wanted, no craved it as much as
Qui-Gon did. "Are you sure my heart?" He had to be sure.
"Ohhh yessss!" Obi-Wan moaned. "Do it Qui-Gon. Please... teach
me this lesson too!"
"With pleasure my 'sweet' one," Qui-Gon chuckled delightedly.
A warm, rough velvet tongue began to bathe Obi-Wan's skin,
trailing up and down the elegant length of spin, licking subtle
patterns over sensitive flesh as the sauce was cleaned away.
Qui-Gon moved slowly and methodically, starting at the base of
Obi-Wan's neck and working his way down, ensuring all the sauce
was removed.
Obi-Wan's firm, luscious buttocks were next. Qui-Gon attacked
them lovingly, nipping, biting and licking the delectable
mounds. He sucked on the flesh under his mouth until blood rose
to the surface, leaving marks of love and possession on his
Padawan. Obi-Wan's hips began to move involuntarily, thrusting
into the mattress, trying to stimulate his throbbing erection.
Finally all the sauce was cleaned off except for the one
remaining area, an area that up until now had remained sweetly
chaste - but not for much longer. Qui-Gon sat back a moment,
tormenting the writhing man beneath him and tantalizing
himself, seeing if Obi-Wan would...
"Force above Qui-Gon, will you stop teasing me?! This is beyond
cruelty - I swear!" Obi-Wan demanded, at the end of his
endurance. If he did not find relief soon, he thought he might
just go mad.
Qui-Gon arched an unseen eyebrow at his Padawan's forceful
command. Perhaps Obi-Wan was right - no more playing. Gently
spreading Obi-Wan's succulent cheeks apart, Qui-Gon first ran a
finger down the darkened furrow, causing Obi-Wan to buck and
hiss in delight. His love's reaction was enough to nudge
Qui-Gon beyond his own limits of self-control. Limits Qui-Gon
had been riding very closely. It took every last ounce of will
he had not to ravish Obi-Wan as his lover lay there - helpless,
aroused and spread beneath him. Qui-Gon brought the
sauce-covered finger to his lips and savored the taste.
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Qui-Gon wrested back his
control and silently guided his love onto his knees, then
pushed him back slightly so that he was in a prone position
once more, arms stretched out in front of him rather like
Obi-Wan was bowing in obeisance. Qui-Gon then guided his love
to open his legs as widely as possible. It was a lewd position
but one that would serve them both well.
"Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan queried, tensing and feeling a little
trepidation. He was so exposed and vulnerable in this position
and was unsure if he enjoyed it.
"Shhhh... patience love... Trust Me"
"Always Master," came the whispered reply as Obi-Wan relaxed
back into the position Qui-Gon had placed him, laying his head
on his restrained arms.
Qui-Gon once more ran a finger down the sensitive flesh, this
time smearing the sauce over Obi-Wan's lips, eyes darkening as
he watched that agile tongue dart out and collect the taste.
Lowering himself to a half reclining position, Qui-Gon began to
lick the final traces of fudge sauce from Obi-Wan's body -
delighting in the taste of sweet mixed with the heavier musk of
his lover. His tongue ran lightly down the shadowed groove,
darting over and flicking at the incredibly sensitive flesh,
making Obi-Wan shiver with pure need and just a little
hesitation.
Slowly, unerringly Qui-Gon bathed his lover's flesh with his
tongue, arousing and stimulating as he went, but avoiding that
most intimate of intimate places. He wanted Obi-Wan completely
aroused and ready for this final step.
Reaching between Obi-Wan's splayed legs, Qui-Gon grasped his
love's aching penis and began to stroke the weeping flesh in
slow, sensuous movements.
Touching his mind to Obi-Wan's, Qui-Gon was satisfied to find
that his lover could not hold a coherent thought. There were
only starbursts of white-hot pleasure interspersed with jumbled
phrases of love and sex and an overwhelming sense of need. His
love was a vortex of sense and sensation. Obi-Wan was ready.
Stroking Obi-Wan faster, Qui-Gon began to delicately lap at the
amber rose of Obi-Wan's anus, tickling the incredibly sensitive
flesh with petal soft movements of his tongue
Obi-Wan bucked and whimpered, first pulling away from the
electrifying contact then pushing back, trying to feel more of
Qui-Gon's wicked caress. "Master... Gods above... Qui-Gon...
more... Please!... Yessss!!!" Obi-Wan moaned and begged and
pleaded. He was lost in a world of pure sensation, so intense
were the feelings. It was like nothing he had ever felt before.
Even the ghostly caresses his Master had teased him with in
previous 'lessons' paled in comparison to this reality.
Stiffening his tongue into a spear of flesh, Qui-Gon pushed
inwards slightly, feeling the ring of muscle contract and
loosen as Obi-Wan relaxed into the sensation of being
penetrated. Qui-Gon began to mimic the act of lovemaking with
his tongue, barely penetrating the first ring of muscle, just
getting his lover used to the feelings coursing through him.
Soon my Obi-Wan, soon... Qui-Gon thought heatedly,
sending explicit and erotic images of himself covering and
penetrating Obi-Wan. Images of Obi-Wan covering and penetrating
him.
The images flooding his mind, the strong hand manipulating his
weeping cock and the dangerous feeling of being penetrated in
such a manner - even slightly penetrated - sent Obi-Wan
spiraling out of control. Biting down hard on the pillow
beneath him to stifle his howl of completion, Obi-Wan bucked
and impaled himself first in Qui-Gon's fist, then on his tongue
as he worked himself frenziedly, coming hard... almost
violently.
Watching and hearing Obi-Wan, feeling his body writhe and
strain beneath his own, feeling him impale himself on Qui-Gon's
tongue and fist proved too much for the Jedi Master as well.
His own orgasm rushed through him like a streaking meteor as he
experienced the violent intensity of Obi-Wan's emotions through
their link. They were joined so intimately flesh to flesh and
mind to mind, a complete circle, each feeding the other's
senses and needs.
Moaning his pleasure, Qui-Gon orgasmed almost silently while he
continued thrusting his tongue and stroking Obi-Wan's pulsing
erection as his lover collapsed to the bed, swamped by the
feelings that flooded him. Qui-Gon finally forced himself to
let go and moved up to lie next to Obi-Wan, using the Force to
untie his love's wrists, and turned Obi-Wan into his embrace.
Whimpering and snuffling like an overwrought child, Obi-Wan
curled himself into his lover. He was beyond being overwhelmed.
That had been the most erotic, wondrous, delightful,
terrifying, and soul-shattering lovemaking he'd experienced in
his life. Salty tears tracked silver lines down his skin as he
snuggled his face into the crook of Qui-Gon's neck and clung to
his lover like he used to cling to his stuffed wookie as a
babe.
"My Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon queried softly as he ran a soothing hand
up and down the younger man's back, ruffling another hand
through the silky mass of Obi-Wan's hair. "Are you all right
beloved?"
"Yes Master," Obi-wan sniffled into his lover's neck. Pulling
back and gazing up at Qui-Gon with rain-drenched eyes, he ran a
hand slowly, reverently down the chiseled cheek of the man he
loved more than life. "Thank you," he said simply, a smile
breaking slowly across his handsome face.
"For what my Obi-Wan?
"For teaching me how much you love me," Obi-Wan replied. "What
you teach me goes beyond the physical - although that pleasure
alone is enough to shatter me completely. You teach me love
Qui-Gon." He finished, placing his cheek over Qui-Gon's
pounding heart.
"Always, my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon replied with a hushed, almost
reverent, tone as he held his lover closer still.
Both men relaxed into each other and drifted off into the most
peaceful sleep they'd had in a long time, each dreaming and
sharing the other's dream that their 'lessons' would continue
forever... and beyond.
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