Warnings: menage a trois (Q/O/f), a bit of bondage
Spoilers: none
Note: this is a round robin by three slash virgins
Summary: Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan sneak away from a campout for an
intimate encounter and are followed by Qui-gon's first Padawan.
Feedback: yes, please, to edelphi@worldnet.att.net.
Q
I awoke to find that the fire had died down to embers and that
my still-sleeping Padawan had one arm cast very protectively
over my groin, head nestled above my hip. His jaw was slack,
his face puffy, his hair disarrayed, and he was drooling
slightly. And he was so beautiful.
"Obi-Wan," I said softly, affectionately, not really wanting to
wake my lover, but trying the way my voice sounded with this
new layer of emotion in it. What had possessed us last night?
And who would have thought a bit of mere fully-clothed writhing
and grinding would send us so precipitously into ecstatic
oblivion? We'd both passed out cold, having gotten more than a
little carried away in the festive, bohemian atmosphere of the
camping trip. I was mildly embarrassed at what the others must
have thought of this. I knew if I thought about it too much I
would be really embarrassed. I reached down to cradle the
youth's head fondly and possessively against me. There would
have to be an encore, yes, but perhaps next time we should wait
we were in our quarters.
O
I heard my Master's faint whisper of my name, but I chose to
ignore it, hoping he would say it again. The lower extremity of
my body was already responding to the huskiness in his tender
voice. My breath caught as his callused but gentle hands
touched my cheek. I moaned softly and leaned into his touch.
Twisting my head, I pressed a kiss to his palm, my eyes still
closed. My taste...our taste was still on his hands. I licked
his palm, inhaling his scent greedily. "Master..." I breathed.
"We will do that again soon." I opened my eyes then, needing to
see the vivid blue of his. I could see the faint confusion in
them. Make it go away. I reached up, cupping the back of his
head and pulled him down greedily to kiss his already swollen
lips...
Q
"Awake, then, Padawan?" I said, the words purring deep in my
chest as he pulled at my lips like a desert traveler at a
bottle. His hands tangled in my hair, his tongue lapped at me.
I parted my lips beneath his, and he dove in eagerly, a little
rough, especially considering that we were both hardly awake.
Some parts of me seemed more awake then others, though, and I
groggily abandoned myself to their command and returned
Obi-Wan's passion twofold. I dragged him on top of me, his
chest at once hard and soft against mine, muscles lean and
pliant. His phallus, apparently an early bird as well, dug
eagerly into my belly. My hand encompassed one firm hemisphere
of his ass, pressing him against me. I dragged my lips from his
with a sideways twist of my head as he groaned, and I met his
eyes, dark eyes ringed narrowly with green-flecked gray. Hooded
begging eyes. A sigh poured from me unbidden, and I composed
myself enough to gasp, "Let's head back to the ship...
quickly..."
O
I clutched at my Master desperately, pushing him back down with
the weight of my body. "I don't think I can wait that long,
Master. I need you...NOW." Part of me was shocked at the
desperation that laced my voice, the rest of me didn't care. I
thrust my hips towards his, rubbing our groins together. My
action caused us both to gasp loudly as our inflamed cocks
rubbed against each other. I bent down for another kiss,
swirling my tongue into his moist mouth. Breaking away, I
pressed kisses down his strong jaw. Continuing my path, my
kisses became nips as I worked my way down his neck and
shoulders. I laved at his throat as he swallowed convulsively,
my fingers reaching up to tweak at his nipples. I couldn't help
but smile in satisfaction as he moaned loudly and thrust his
hips, seeking to increase the contact between us...
Q
This was not good. Hazily, I could hear someone shifting on the
other side of the fire circle. The others would awaken soon....
This must not happen. With a grunt of effort, mental and
physical, I rolled my young lover off of me and straddled him,
bearing down on his shoulders with my hands.
"Pleassse, Master," he moaned, the throatiest, most erotic
thing I had ever heard pass those familiar lips. I choked, in
an agony of wanting. My eyes dragged over his bare chest,
gorgeously defined and punctuated with nipples like smooth
river pebbles, the elegant mirror curves of his collarbones,
the vulnerable hollow just above their junction, the powerful
slope of his shoulders, the lean cords of his neck, and his
cleft chin that trembled in the most unbearably attractive way.
I leaned in to bite it with a growl, my hair dragging over his
shivering flesh. Then, in a motion too fast for him to
anticipate and counter, I heaved him to my shoulder and rose,
balancing him there, gazing around at the others, still
sprawled and curled and spread-eagled and twisted, asleep...
except for one.
C
It could have been anything. A wild animal. One of the others
waking, re-starting the fire for breakfast. A
previously-unforeseen enemy come to kill all of us as we slept.
I was starting to vote for wild animal, even though Master
Qui-Gon assured us there were no threatening species on this
planet that he knew of. It just had that
sound...shuffling...heavy breathing...a growl. Groggily, I
lifted my head, finding the hood of my robe draped over my
eyes. I brushed it off, glancing around the clearing awash with
morning sunlight. Only one of the two suns had cleared the
trees, but it was enough to make me squint. Nearly everyone
else was still asleep, exhausted from the enormous picnic and
revelry. Directly across the cold fire from me, a brown robe
lay on the ground, vacant. I had last seen the Master and his
apprentice lying there, curled up against one another. Where
did they...?
A branch snapped, a shrub swayed, and I caught a glimpse of
Qui-Gon's huge form striding away, with Obi-Wan draped over his
shoulder. Padawan still hadn't dressed since the late night
swim, I could see, he only had his off-white trousers on.
Curious, and a little scared that maybe something happened to
Obi-Wan, he was sick or hurt and needed attention, I crawled
out from under the robe and followed at a distance. As a Jedi
Knight, it was my duty to see to those in need, and the
revelers sleeping around the fire pit were not in need of any
help. The two Jedi were heading towards the ship docked in
another forest clearing, emphasizing my sense that there was
something amiss, so I shook off any hesitation and continued
after them as swiftly as I could without making a sound.
O
Even through my need, I could sense someone watching,
following...I was too much a Jedi to not notice the presence.
Oddly enough, or perhaps not, knowing that someone was there
only inflamed me further. Qui-Gon had me hanging precariously
over his shoulder which wasn't such a bad position except it
meant that my groin was constantly rubbing against his shoulder
and the sensations this was creating were overwhelming. A
whimper escaped my lips. "Master...!" I hissed. He made no
reply. If I didn't get him to put me down soon, he was going to
be one Jedi Master in a very messy state of clothing. Trying to
distract him from his single-minded purpose of reaching the
ship, I twisted my body, reaching up to nip at the spot which
caused such a strong reaction earlier. His grip loosened as I
felt a tremor ran through his body. I wriggled as much as I
could, trying to break free, but regretted my actions
immediately -- I didn't think I could get any harder but
apparently I could. Or at least it felt that way. No longer in
a mood to be patient. I beat at Qui-Gon's back with my fists.
"Master! Put. Me. Down. Now. Please Master. Please...." I was
babbling incoherently, alternating between demanding and
pleading. To make matters worse, I could sense the watcher
coming closer and that only heightened my arousal all the more.
Part of my mind laughed -- perhaps I was an exhibitionist after
all...
Q
"Hush, are you trying to wake them?," I whispered harshly,
putting a little more vertical movement in my gait to bounce
him a bit.
He gasped, then murmured, "Too late, there's someone following
us."
"I know." I brushed him against some foliage, and cold dew
rained down on his bare back.
"Master!," he cried, or squealed rather, a little too loudly.
I chuckled, low in my throat. He pinched the skin of my back
through my tunic and twisted it hard. I ignored the pain, and
he twisted harder. I leapt abruptly, and somewhat more
dramatically than was really necessary, over a log, and landed
with a heavy, Padawan-jostling jolt.
"Echuta!," Obi-Wan swore.
"Don't pinch me."
"Put me down, you!"
"When we get there."
I was enjoying his helpless indignation far too much. It had a
pleasant, slightly-sour bite like hot spiced cider. Our arousal
had cooled a bit by this point, a good thing because after last
night's perfunctory grinding I was in the mood for something a
little slower. And as for Obi-Wan, he would have to trust that
his old Master knew what was best for him.
C
The Hutt curse burst out of nowhere and startled me to a stop.
Was that Obi-Wan who said that? It couldn't be. Nevertheless, I
knew what I heard, and was even more provoked to find out what
was going on. Reaching tentatively out with the Force, I could
sense no danger or alarm, no pain. Only...
No. That can't be right. I ducked under a low-hanging branch
and strode onward, wrapping my arms around myself protectively.
I had left my robe by the fire, and the morning air held a bit
of a chill here in the deep, dark shadows of the forest. Over a
log, then through the underbrush, I recalled making this trek
the evening before in the opposite direction. Stepping out of
the heavy cover, I glimpsed Master Qui-Gon again, and his
apprentice hanging over his shoulder, smacking an open hand to
his Master's broad back as if in frustration. There was the
ship, a small Republic cruiser, and the loading ramp was down.
They headed straight up the ramp, Qui-Gon's long stride never
pausing or wavering. As soon as the dark interior swallowed
them up, I broke into a jog and hurried the last few hundred
meters to the ship, torn between overtaking them and sneaking
up behind them to see what all the fuss was about.
O
//The tease!// I grumbled, some parts of my body grumbling
louder than others. Fine then, pinching won't work, how about
this? I turned and nipped his neck, sucking at it and then
licking. A softly muttered curse and I knew I had him. Almost.
We were moving up the ramp of the ship now, I could hear the
soft clank of his boots hitting the metal, the impact causing
reverberations through our bodies. Whoever it was following us
hesitated. I could sense the being meant no harm so I chose to
ignore the presence for now. Besides, we were far too occupied
with other more...pressing matters. A door swooshed open and I
was tossed down onto a soft mattress, landing with a gasp as my
breath was knocked out of my lungs.
"Now then Padawan, I believe you were saying something about a
repeat performance?" A feral gleam shone in his eyes as he bent
down to ravage my mouth. We both moaned at the sensation --
tongues sweeping into the other's mouth, tasting. I fumbled at
his belt, legendary Jedi grace failing me for once. Qui-Gon's
warm hands roaming my body at will were no help whatsoever.
Finally undone, the belt dropped to the floor, followed by his
sash and tunic. He pushed my hands away then, as he climbed
onto the bed to straddle my body. I gazed up at the man who is
my Master, my teacher, my friend and companion...and now, my
lover? The thought rekindled the passion in my body. Needing to
touch him, I reached out, running my hands over his muscled
arms, feeling them rippling beneath my palms. I slipped my hand
beneath his undertunic, needing to feel his skin against mine.
"I believe you are overdressed, Master." I accompanied my
observation with an upwards thrust of my hips and grinned at
his reaction.
A wry chuckle was his reply. Then he leaned down to whisper in
my ear, "Padawan, you have always been impatient." I opened my
mouth to protest but lost all coherent thought as his tongue
darted out to lick my ear. Slowly, far too slowly he moved down
my body, dropping kisses on every inch until he had me in a
writhing mass. He reached my feet and proceeded to lavish as
much care on each of my toes as he had with the rest of my
body.
"Master, you are torturing me..."
"The more you speak Padawan, the longer this will take," came
the warning. That shut me up. He worked his way back up my
thighs, drawing his nails down the outside of my legs while
teasing my inner thighs with his mouth. Possessed by a need to
see him, I lifted my head up off the bed. His head was nestled
in my groin as he looked up and our eyes caught. Then with a
wicked grin, he bent down to nuzzle at my shaft. Even through
the thin material of my pants, the touch was electric. I bucked
upwards, my hands reaching to pull at his head, his hair.
Q
"Patience." How I loved his eagerness. How I wanted to satisfy
him right then, to send him once again screaming into bliss,
perfect young body straining and shuddering in release. But
that wouldn't do.
With a deft flick of the Force I retrieved my sash from the
floor, knotting it about his wrists and then to a convenient
pipe of the bed frame.
"No," he cried, struggling, an edge of desperation in his
voice, "I have to touch you!"
"Not yet." Right now, I had to touch him. And those pants would
simply have to go. He arched his hips up in over-eager
accommodation, and I slid them down his thighs, over his
elegant calves, and tossed them onto the floor.
His cock stood there proud and pleading. He quivered all over,
a perfect custard waiting to be devoured. In due time, I
reminded myself. I inched my hand up his thigh, far too slowly
for his comfort. Obi-Wan whimpered. My fingers trailed over his
scrotum, so soft, and finally to the root of him. He bucked,
frustrated, and I finally grasped him.
The young man sighed in momentary relief, then when my grip
didn't waver, he thrust again. "For Sith's sake, move!"
I didn't reply, but left my hand there, letting the other one
roam over his beautiful torso, feeling the forms of his
muscles, at once hard and soft. I explored, marveling, hand
grazing his nipples now and then, and he would shiver in this
raw animal way. Oh, the beauty of a boy.
I moved my other hand finally, a languid slow stroke, watching
his muscles clench, his head roll back and sideways, hearing
his shallow sighs, inhaling his delicious scent.
"Yes," he sighed, "yessss."
C
I let my tread on the ship's ramp fall heavier than usual, as
if to use it to signal that someone was behind my Jedi
companions. No response, neither by sound nor sight. Perplexed,
I instinctively reached out and triggered the ramp's closure
mechanism so that no one else could get in. With the forest
sounds shut out, a thick quiet enveloped me and enabled me to
easily pinpoint activity. The rear of the cabin. Where
well-equipped quarters designed for transporting dignitaries
lay. The only place you'd ever find comfortable beds and rooms
larger than closets on a starship.
As I made my way down the main corridor, my steps soft and
cautious, I could hear a brief snatch of conversation between
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. I used the familiar warmth of their voices
to locate them, but then they stopped, except for hard sighs
and one brief exclamation from Obi-Wan. By the time I reached
the stateroom, they had lapsed into a tension-laden silence
broken only by one's labored breathing. I confess I was
confused, and though common sense would have me stop and think
about what action to take next, I didn't. I stepped into the
doorway and froze at the sight which met me: the Padawan's
naked body stretched languidly out on the fair-sized bed, his
wrists bound to an overhead piping with a length of
sand-colored cloth, and the Master curled up beside him, large
hands exploring. This was certainly the last thing I had
expected. Or was it? Should I have known?
Before I could skillfully back out of the room and hide, Master
Qui-Gon's head lifted slowly and turned in my direction, his
eyes a darkened blue but still as piercing as I had ever known
them. The expression on his face was ambiguous, which worried
me more than if he had appeared scared, embarrassed, or angry.
"Ceili," he said quietly, his voice deep and raw. At the sound
of my name Obi-Wan's head lifted sharply. His eyes widened upon
seeing me there.
O
My breath caught as Qui-Gon tightened the sash around my hands
- tight enough to restrain, but not enough to hurt. "Ohhhh," I
whispered when I realized what he was doing, my throat so dry I
doubt anyone heard me. Then my brain kicked in, "No!" I
protested, "I have to touch you." Qui-Gon murmured something I
didn't catch and then my mind gave up as he started exploring
my body...Force, if I thought he was thorough before, I
obviously had no idea what I was thinking. My body was awash
with pleasure and tortured with need all at the same time as I
lapsed into incoherent mental pleading. I was taut with tension
and my Master would do nothing but tease. //Oh please Qui-Gon,
please...please...// I lost track of time.
The next thing I knew, Qui-Gon spoke out loud, acknowledging a
presence in the room. My head snapped up and I saw Ceili at the
door. Her eyes were wide -- she looked like a cornered womprat.
I suspect I must have looked somewhat similar. I felt my
arousal lessen just a hint, but Qui-Gon chose that moment to
slide his hand up my shaft and the sensation had me bucking
upwards, pushing myself off the bed and moaning loudly. A
wicked thought entered my head. Two can play this game I
stretched as far as I could reach, pulling at the bonds and
claimed Qui-Gon's mouth with my own. I could sense his
startlement as he gasped and let go of my shaft, reaching up to
tug at my braid -- he had been distracted by Ceili's appearance
and was still. Taking advantage of this, I wrapped one leg
around his torso, grinding my cock against his body. Over his
shoulder, I saw Ceili still standing there -- not more than a
few seconds could have passed. I smiled into the kiss,
teasingly beckoning to her with my eyes and my legs as I
writhed against my Master, caressing him with my thigh.
Q
I felt the new arrival before I saw her, and realized suddenly
who it was that had been following us. Ceili N'Anm had been my
first Padawan. It had been years since last I saw her, so busy
had both of us been with our Jedi duties till this camping trip
reunited us, but the master/apprentice bond, once formed, is
not easily broken. I could feel her shock rolling unchecked
toward me in loud, stuttering waves. Whatever she had expected
to see, this was hardly it.
Obi-Wan was giving her a perfectly seductive look, and it made
me chuckle to see that on the face of one who was himself tied
helplessly to a bed. The even more interesting thing was that I
could feel her responding to it.
I turned to watch her expression. She just gaped for a minute,
then, still staring hard at Obi-Wan's naked torso, said, "I'm
sorry -"
"It's all right, Ceili," I said, and meant it. More than all
right, perhaps. I pitied her in her girlhood when she went
through a phase of intense feelings for me, but she had been so
young, 15 maybe. I would hold her, and her lithe form would
shake limply in my arms, overwrought with desires she could
neither control nor fully comprehend. We would sit that way for
a long time, I sending her gentle thoughts of calm and
reassurance, her face buried in my tunic, neither of us moving.
It was deeply affecting, like watching someone mourning, with
no way to undo the hurt.
In time she had learned control, better than most in fact.
Never afterward were those long sessions of holding and
trembling spoken of, but every once in a long while I would
feel a desirous thought creep in my direction and be snatched
back. She knew that she needed me in other ways than that, and
her sexual energy found other outlets. But I could understand
exactly what a shock this dalliance with Obi-Wan must be to
her, of all the people in the galaxy. The slight sting of
jealousy I felt from her, the hurt, came as no surprise.
But this time I could ease the pain. "Join us."
C
"What?" The word was out of my mouth instantly, a reflex
reaction. I had heard him perfectly, I didn't need him to
repeat his statement.
Master Qui-Gon paused for a moment, only to caress along the
leg wrapped around him, to Obi-Wan's clear delight. The Master
glanced over at me again. "Please. As long as you're here, you
might as well join us." A sly look flashed into his eyes,
making the little lines at their corners crinkle up. "It would
be preferable to standing there, would it not?"
I could have killed him. He knew me better than I knew myself,
he was well aware of my feelings for him. Why extend this offer
to me when.... I peered warily at him, and he held my gaze,
though his apprentice was doing his best to distract him,
nuzzling at his bearded cheek. The Force assured me his offer
was sincere, and not merely an attempt at backing out of an
embarrassing situation. He wanted me to share in their tryst.
It had been years since Qui-Gon was able to read me so clearly,
since our bond of training faded, but did he know that while
stumbling on this scene shocked me, and made me jealous, it
also aroused me?
Obi-Wan broke off his attentions to glance my way and smile
daringly. "Yes, perhaps it would be better if you didn't just
stand there and stare," he teased in that sexy lilt, his eyes
glittering. "There is room for three here, I think."
I felt myself give him a sly glare in response. I had gotten to
know my old Master's latest Padawan fairly well recently,
finding him a delightfully fun young man, and incredibly
good-looking. Made me wish I was twenty again. I took a couple
hesitant steps into the stateroom, toward the bed, and wondered
of him, "Just how did you get yourself into that predicament,
anyway?" nodding toward his bound wrists.
O
I stopped trying to distract Qui-Gon for a brief moment to grin
playfully and to roll my eyes in my Master's direction. Ceili
laughed softly, sharing my cheeky exasperation with the man who
was so much a part of our lives. She reached out a tentative
finger to trail lightly down my cheek and I shuddered in
response. Her hand moved over Qui-Gon's flank, caressing
lightly with a faint hesitation, her action causing his eyes to
half close at the touch. I took the opportunity to nudge aside
his undertunic and latched my mouth onto my Master's nipple,
swirling my tongue over it as I felt it harden. My leg resumed
stroking his thigh and I nudged my hardness against his groin
once more, delighting in the feel of his arousal straining at
his trousers. I drew away then, and he let out a soft whimper
of protest. "Ceili, Master Qui-Gon is overdressed and he
refuses to listen to his Apprentice's opinion on the matter.
Perhaps a Knight such as yourself would be able to convince him
otherwise?" I gave her my best seductive gaze.
Q
Ceili had the most interesting expression on her face. Humor
and fear vied for control of her mouth while lust and
incredulity mingled in her eyes. She looked from Obi-Wan to me
and appeared to come to some kind of decision.
"Obi-Wan is right, Master. Shuck the clothes."
Her boldness surprised me. I was impressed. I struggled,
probably unconvincingly, to keep a smile off my face.
Still straddling Obi-Wan, I looked her right in the eye,
intensely, unwaveringly, and very personally. Never
underestimate the power of eye contact, friends. Her jaw fell
slack. The raw lust I felt from her made me gasp in spite of
myself. My eyes closed briefly, then snapped back open and
riveted onto hers once again. She didn't have a shred of
shielding up.
Whatever else she was feeling, she was sure she wanted this. I
held her gaze as with slow deliberation I peeled my undertunic
off, then, shifting off of Obi-Wan, my trousers. My cock leaped
like an eager old hunting beast straining keenly at its leash.
"Better, Master," my current Padawan gasped. He was staring
with a wild lust at my... hunting beast. The boy had no
patience. I grinned down at him delightedly.
But the beautiful dark-haired woman was still standing there
just inside the doorway, dressed in at least four layers.
"Clothes, Ceili. As your Padawan Master I require that you
remove them at once."
C I chuckled in spite of myself. The Master was a perfect
tease, a side of him I long suspected was hidden beneath that
inscrutable Jedi exterior we were all forced to don. "I
suppose," I sighed in mock exasperation. "It is rather warm in
here, and it's somewhat rude of me to remain clothed while you
two are so...indisposed." A low chuckle came from Obi-Wan, as
he threw his head back and relished my choice. Qui-Gon
continued to gaze at me with that darkened, indulgent look,
even as I unbuckled my belt and set it aside. The layers of
standard Jedi clothing, which I often found comforting, became
a hindrance all of a sudden. Sash, tabard, and tunic fell away
gradually, silently, with two pairs of eyes watching hungrily.
Stepping even closer to them, I deliberately slowed my progress
as their interest increased, their faces turned to me and gazes
lingering over every movement of my limbs, their hands softly
and absently caressing one another. I bent down to tug off my
boots, and as I straightened up, snatched at the hem of my
undertunic and lifted it clean over my head in one fluid
movement. Obi-Wan moaned deep in his throat, and a flicker of a
pleased smile lit Qui-Gon's face. Encouraged by their
reactions, I ran my hands down my lithe, athletic body and
began to slide off my khaki trousers.
O
//Oh FORCE! This is going to be interesting...// my brain
managed to put together, as Qui-Gon's fingers ran up and down
my body absently. We were both enthralled with the sight before
us, slowly revealed as Ceili teasingly removed layer after
layer of her clothing. Sometimes, those Jedi outfits were the
most dastardly things to have on. At least Qui-Gon was naked
now, I grinned wickedly. Finally, Ceili shed her trousers,
dropping them to the floor and stepping out of the puddle of
cloth, advancing towards us, her hips swaying. Her eyes, dark
with lust, were fixed on Qui-Gon, and taking advantage of the
moment, I slowly disentangled myself from my Master's limbs,
ignoring his gasp of protest as he lost contact with my flushed
skin. Ceili's eyes flicked onto me then and I grinned in
response before bending down swiftly and engulfing Qui-Gon's
leaking cock in my mouth. The loud moan that fell from his lips
was gratifying to say the least -- I felt my own shaft twitch
in response. Sucking at Qui-Gon's cock avidly, I looked up at
my Master's face. His head was thrown back, hands clenching,
sweat beading on his forehead. I peered at Ceili through my
eyelashes and saw her tongue flick out to lick her lips
quickly. She was by the bed in two strides, leaning over
Qui-Gon and claiming his mouth, even as his hand reached up to
fondle her breasts.
Q
I had somehow lost my position of power and Obi-Wan, still
tied, was straining to reach his mouth into my lap and doing
the most criminally pleasant things with his tongue. I groaned
and reached over him to release his hands. He rumbled in thanks
and took me in farther. I saw stars. Ceili was enthusiastically
mauling my lips, and if someone had taken that moment to ask me
who I was, or who these people were, or how I got here, or
which way was up, I surely would have drawn a blank.
I was about to explode when the young man unfastened his lips
from my manhood and looked up at me. "What about Ceili?"
"Worry about the Master, Obi-Wan," she said quickly, "I am
quite content. Quite."
I did not doubt it, but Obi-Wan was nevertheless right. I
called on the Force to remind me who I was and which way was
up, and when I felt slightly less dizzy I pulled the woman down
on her back and gently pushed her legs open. Her body twitched,
fighting down a momentary panic at her vulnerability, till I
lowered my face to her secret bower and she gasped, hips
jerking, pleasure washing out of her and around me and Obi-Wan,
who was teasing her nipples.
"Master..." she gasped.
C
His lips were soft as they teased and suckled, parting to let
his tongue lap luxuriously at the wetness I could no longer
control. For a moment I wondered if this was a dream I
had--surely I had dreamt of this, hadn't I? The younger but no
less wiser man who had been my Master? Qui-Gon was both gentle
and insistent, taking care so his beard would not scratch but
at the same time working at me with an intensity that rivaled
his sabre-fighting passion. Beside me, stretched out and free
of his bonds, was Obi-Wan, his young, perfect figure graciously
pressed to mine, flank to flank, as his hands roamed my body
and his kisses cooled my flushed face. I could barely draw
breath to whisper, "Master" again, and then Obi-Wan saved me
from having to say anything again, caressing my lips with his.
I expected his youthful impatience, but he must have been
taking lessons of another kind from his Master, because he
kissed me slowly, deeply, and with painstaking detail...
Until Qui-Gon raised his head and shifted over less than a foot
to take his apprentice's hardness into his mouth. Obi-Wan cried
out in surprise, his body tensing as it climbed back toward the
inevitable peak under pressure from the Master's rough tongue.
He dipped for me again, and then back to Obi-Wan, sharing both
of us with equal attention and relish. He continued this way
for some time. All the Padawan and I could do was hold onto
each other, and watch, wondering who would be first to fall.
Somehow through the haze of pleasure that was clouding my mind,
I gathered my wits together sufficiently to protest weakly at
my Master. Granted, it wasn't very coherent...but still. There
was no way I would let him pleasure me without himself being
devoured until he was screaming his ecstasy. I waited until his
attentions were on Ceili then demanded my limbs obey me. I
moved to my knees quickly, catching him by surprise, grabbing
his hands and holding them firmly behind his back. Bending down
to his ear, I whispered huskily, "We can't let you have all the
fun, can we?" I glanced at Ceili, the two of us sharing a
secret smile.
I nudged Qui-Gon gently, pulling his arms over his head and
pressing his body down until he was lying on his back. I could
hear his breath quicken. This little move had caught him by
unawares. Ignoring his heated gaze, I deftly knotted his
wrists, imitating his actions from earlier. Only this time, I
made sure his wrists were knotted separately. I looked up to
find Ceili knotting his feet to a bar that ran across the
bottom of the bed. "Perfect," I whispered to her seductively,
leaning in for a sensuous kiss as she looked up at me.
Teasingly, I ran one finger lightly across her nipple, watching
it peak instantly. A groan came from Qui-Gon. The first noise
he had made since I sprang on him. We both turned to look down,
I could stand here gazing at him all night. Then his tongue
darted out to lick at parched lips and I lost control. I
positioned my body over him, our eyes still locked. I could
feel Ceili behind me, her fingers on my back then teasing
forward and down my groin. Slowly, ever so slowly, I rose up on
my knees...
Q
"Obi-Wan!" I heard Ceili's alarmed hiss, "Don't you have some
sort of lube?!"
The young man really didn't seem to care. "I've done without
before..." He had, I thought? There were apparently a few
things even I didn't know about Obi-Wan. But Ceili would hear
none of it. She ran for the bedside table as Obi-Wan settled
back onto my thighs with a frustrated groan. The woman's hunch
was a good one; I did indeed have a tube of lubricant stashed
there. She tossed it to him and I groaned as I felt the cool
slickness spread over my pulsing member.
"Thanks," he mumbled. He definitely would have regretted his
over-eagerness the next day.
The sight of him rising up on his knees again, face determined,
aching anticipation flowing from him through the Force was
overwhelming. My head fell back, my eyes closed, my fists
clenched in their bonds and my toes curled as I felt him lower
himself to meet me. He gasped as he sank onto me a mere
centimeter, then another, rising and falling in minute
increments. He was so hot and tight, it was impossibly good.
I could feel Ceili's awe and emotion as she shared our
sensations. "Come here, love," I said, once Obi-Wan was holding
still.
She looked at me for a moment.
"Here, my face..."
A tremor ran through her beautiful body and she moved to
straddle my head, the wonderful scent of her descending upon
me. I lapped ravenously at her moisture, and moaned against her
as Obi-Wan began to move.
C
There's definitely something to be said for lovemaking between
Force-users. Not only were my senses alive with sound, touch,
scent, and more, my inward sense could feel the ecstasy,
desire, and tremulous reactions from both my companions. I
could feel Obi-Wan without being able to see him, the waves of
excitement radiating from his being as he moved, carefully,
cautiously, abandoning himself to his cause. Not that I was any
less abandoned, absently combing my fingers through Master
Qui-Gon's long hair as his tongue and lips worked unspeakable
wonders. It was not long until I felt tremors in my legs, my
back, but I realized they would cause my tenuous stance to
collapse before long. Reluctantly, I pulled away and climbed
off, reclining at the Master's side instead. "Ceili..." he
murmured hoarsely.
"Shh." I traced my finger over his lips, and then kissed them,
tasting the salt and the tang. "I don't want to make it harder
for you, which I will if I lose control now." He shuddered
suddenly, as Obi-Wan managed to slide down deeper with a light
cry. Though both of them would want to argue, generous lovers
that they are, it was fine by me to sit alongside and assist,
to be able to watch both of them escalate and peak and collapse
in bliss. I thought back just moments ago, when Qui-Gon called
me "love." I had to thank him for that. He looked so marvelous,
bound and subject to this wonderful torture, I had to do
everything I had always wanted to but never could. My hands
roamed over that broad, powerful chest, my lips tasted the
sweat on his collarbone and neck. He tried to reciprocate, but
Obi-Wan was so far along that all Qui-Gon could do was gasp,
his head thrown back as I tugged at his nipple with my tongue.
Out of the corner of my eye I could also watch the young
apprentice, his lithe body straining, graceful and taut.
Neither of them could be far from peaking now.
O
I sank down onto Qui-Gon, slowly, both of us understanding the
desire to draw this out as long as possible, this first time. I
shuddered with ecstasy as Qui-Gon's impressive length filled
me, brushing against my prostate. I rose up again and drove
myself down hard, grinding us together. My head tipped
backwards, as I arched my back, moaning my pleasure aloud. I
ached to touch myself, but my hands would not let go of the
feel of Qui-Gon's rippling muscles, now slick with sweat. I
felt a tug on my braid then, and I looked down into Ceili's
flushed face. She ran her palm across my chest, pausing to
pinch at an already sensitized nipple then trailed down to
touch her fingertip to my straining erection, wiping off the
leaking tip and placing her fingers into her mouth, sucking
them, never breaking the gaze she had fixed on me. The sight
made me whimper...I was so close now, so close...
"Obi-Wan...love..." Qui-Gon managed to rasp out. "Come for me."
I tore my eyes from Ceili and looked once more to the man who
was my Master...//my lover.// It seemed as though he heard my
thought: For a split second, the bond we shared flared into
blinding light and we both gasped. Then I was drawn back to the
moment when Ceili's hand grasped me firmly, pumping me
mercilessly even as I continued to raise myself up and then
down again, trying to maintain the rhythm, ignoring my need
that demanded I increase the pounding.
Q
It was too much for me. Obi-Wan rose and descended
relentlessly, stroking me into a mindless, roiling ecstasy. The
sight of my two beautiful Padawans, their mingled scents, the
feel of Obi-Wan surrounding me so tight and slick, the sound of
their moans and my own, the taste of Ceili still on my lips,
and most of all the intoxicating drug of their emotions, their
deep carnal pleasure as palpable as their bodies, drove me over
the precipice.
I tensed, my breath catching, and something exploded in my
brain with a hot white light. I let out a groan from the core
of my being as I spurted into Obi-Wan's depths. It seemed like
a long time before I opened my eyes again, spent, muscles slack
with release. My PadawanÖ both my Padawans actually, were
regarding me with something like awe.
"Qui-Gon," said Ceili softly. She reached to unbind my wrists
before my muscles stiffened. The cloth had chafed me slightly
(I must have pulled harder than I knew), and I rubbed lightly
at the red marks. But I had never felt so contented, so
satisfied, so warm and sleepy, and so loved.
"You had the most amazing expression, Master," said Obi-Wan
almost reverently. He eased off my softening cock, still very
hard himself, and turned his flushed face and dilated eyes to
Ceili, who was kneeling beside me. "But I think it's your turn,
m'lady."
C
I almost didn't hear him, so enraptured was I by the moment and
Master Qui-Gon's content, breathless smile. His hand alighted
on my back, warm and firm, and then Obi-Wan took my arms,
guiding me to a reclining position. I didn't know he had the
stamina to contain himself even while his Master exploded
within him, and the thought made me even more eager for what
was to come. I willingly laid down, finding myself encircled by
Qui-Gon's long arms in the most comfortable embrace, while his
young apprentice hovered over me.
The feel of heated, sweating flesh pressed against my side was
exquisite, joining the delightful perfume of two masculine
forms in sensory overload. I draped one leg over Qui-Gon's,
curling my foot along his thigh, and let the other fall over
the side of the bed. Obi-Wan knelt, leaned forward, and
captured my gaze with those icy eyes as he slid into me.
The breath in my lungs rushed out in a startled cry - it had
been so long, I nearly forgot what it felt like. Not to
mention, this strong young man was large and full. He pressed
as deeply as he could before pausing, gauging my reaction, and
I encouraged him with a soft moan in my throat and a hand to
his spiky hair. "Yes, Obi-Wan..." I heard myself hiss.
"As you wish," he murmured deeply, and began slowly thrusting,
closing his eyes to further concentrate on feeling his motion
and the rhythm. His Padawan braid dangled teasingly on my
chest, swinging lightly back and forth as he moved. Beside me,
Master Qui-Gon lay in silence, one arm around me, the other
hand tracing abstract patterns along my stomach and thigh with
such an erotically light pressure. I could have stayed there
like that forever.
O
I knew I couldn't hold on much longer -- it had been hard
enough to control myself when I felt my Master's climax within
me. Ceili felt so good, I moaned out loud as I increased my
rhythm, trying to be as gentle as I could even if my body
screamed for more. I bent over, kissing and licking at Ceili's
nipples, hearing her desperate cries as her hands grasped
tightly at my head. Qui-Gon's hands roamed freely over the both
of us, as if he were relishing his release from the restraints.
I felt a pressure on my head and straightened. "Obi-Wan," my
master rumbled in a husky voice before claiming my mouth. His
tongue dipped into me, as we tasted each other once more. I
felt Ceili's ankles lock behind my back, a silent plea. I gave
in then, with my Master's hands pinching at my nipples, I
started pounding, hard, into her welcome warmth.
Q
I chuckled softly at Obi-Wan's distress... he was at the limit
of his endurance, but he refused to come before Ceili. He
rocked their bodies together and apart, his flushed, sweaty
face a mask of pleasure and agony. Dear boy. I sent him
strength through the Force, and his features relaxed a little,
he opened his eyes and smiled tightly at me in thanks. His
arousal was no less, but his control heightened.
I could feel my first Padawan beginning to spiral into bliss.
Her hips thrust upward to meet his and her hands gripped his
perfect buttocks, guiding and encouraging. "Obi-Wan..." she
groaned.
I moved to cradle her head in my lap and my hands as he began
to thrust and hold, burying himself in her hot depths and
grinding against her clitoris for long moments, then
withdrawing halfway and repeating the maneuver. Ceili's mouth
opened, head tipped back over my calf, face frozen in beautiful
contortion, as her body spasmed in release.
C
The combination of the gentle, caressing hands cradling me and
Obi-Wan's expert maneuvering sent me over the edge. My hands
tightened on the young Padawan's back and held on for dear life
as my climax raged and my inner muscles tightened around his
shaft. He finally, gratefully, let go and came into me, his
body pressed forward, every muscle tight, a heavy growl of
satisfaction rippling off his lips. Had my throat not been dry
I might have screamed, but as it was, no sound came, only
astonished gasping. Qui-Gon merely sat there, holding me,
watching and appreciating whatever it was he could see and
sense.
It took some time for the sensations to subside, and I held
still, enjoying every last tingle. Obi-Wan lay against me,
gasping for breath, his warm skin slick with sweat where it
pressed against mine. Large, masterful hands caressed us both,
combing through Obi-Wan's short hair, tracing the contours of
my face and lips. The Padawan was still inside me, and
reluctant to withdraw too quickly, savoring the moment. I was
glad, for it felt wonderful.
O
I lay against Ceili, gasping, too tired to do anything but pull
air into my lungs, and even that was a taxing activity. I
listened as our heartbeats pounded and eventually returned to
normal. Slowly, I became aware of my Master's hands caressing,
smoothing over muscles. "Mmmmmfff."
Nothing more articulate could emerge from my addled brain. I
nuzzled into the crook of Ceili's neck. Finally, the position
became uncomfortable and I reluctantly withdrew from her tight
opening before crawling forward to claim first her mouth and
then my Master's with a fierce passion. I felt Qui-Gon chuckle
and I pulled away, looking at him quizzically. His mirth shone
through those exquisite blue eyes. "It appears that you aren't
quite tired out yet, Padawan."
I grinned in reply.
Q
"I, for one, am." I smiled.
He was not precisely disappointed, but he frowned anyway. "I
could keep going for quite a while longer," he boasted, with a
little twinkle in his eye.
"You're a far younger man than I," I smiled.
Ceili was reclining on the pillows beside me with a dreamily
contented expression. "I could handle an encore or two or
three, but to tell the truth what I would really love is to
curl up with you two and sleep."
I smiled, and crawled down to capture her ankle, then began
gently massaging her foot. Obi-Wan took the other and did
likewise, trying to outdo me. The woman giggled at our rivalry,
then relaxed and closed her eyes. "That feels incredible...
never had both my feet massaged at the same time."
"I never had both my Padawans in bed with me at the same time,"
I said softly. "Nor ever imagined such a pleasure."
Ceili had opened her eyes again. "Feels like I've come full
circle, Master." She choked a little, "Finally able to share
this with you, the man I've adored since I was a child." Tears
brimmed in her eyes.
I set her foot down and moved to hold her. She wrapped her arms
around me in a long, hard hug. "Ceili...," I murmured. She
buried her face in my neck, lips brushing my skin, then
released me.
"And dear Obi-Wan, my perhaps more worthy successor," she
smiled at him. "Gods, I love you both..."
C
Obi-Wan smiled delicately at my compliment, but said nothing. I
took a deep breath to control my emotional reaction and nuzzled
Master Qui-Gon's neck again, hearing his deep-voiced chuckle as
he hugged me back. I did love them both, and though I knew our
stations would not provide very many moments when all three of
us could be together, I would be content with any chance to see
them, to be with them. This was but a beginning. Thank goodness
this trip was not over, either.
Qui-Gon worked the much-wrinkled blanket up out from under us
and pulled it up, fully intending to take me at my suggestion
and get some more sleep. I curled up on his right, and Obi-Wan
snuggled up to him on his left, both of us draping arms over
the Master's broad chest. He chuckled again. "Is this how it's
going to be?"
"Yes, Master. You taught me to share, didn't you?" Obi-Wan
teased, nuzzling the shoulder of the man between us.
"He taught us both that. And well," I added. "I don't mind if
you don't."
"No, I don't mind at all," the Padawan assured.
"Don't I have a say in this?" Qui-Gon interjected. We both
glanced up at him, and he merely kissed each of us in turn
before settling down, hugging us both to him. "Now. I have
missed out on some valuable sleep, thanks to this, so if you
wouldn't mind, I will go back to it. You're welcome to join
me."
I stifled a yawn. "Yes, Mas--Qui-Gon. Agreed." I glanced over.
Obi-Wan already had his eyes closed, looking so young and
innocent as he snuggled.
Qui-Gon's head sank into the pillow, and it seemed years fell
away from his face as his eyes closed and he drifted off.
Thanking the Force for being much wiser than I, I rested my
head on the Master's warm chest and fell asleep listening to
his heart beating.
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