Archive: Master/Apprentice. Nesting Place. Anywhere else is
fine too ... just let me know ;->.
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: QG/OW
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Part 1 is pure mush... smut soon to follow...
Summary: Qui-Gon returns from a solo mission away from home.
Mush and smut are the result.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Author's Note: I don't use betas, so all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimers: I don't own the boys (if I did a certain Jedi
Master wouldn't be... well... SPOILER), and this is all for
love, not money.
If two male Jedi being all mushy and passionate about each
other offends you, or if you shouldn't be reading stuff like
this at your age, please skip on to the next post!
Obi-Wan walked down the hallway to the quarters he shared with
Qui-Gon quickly... much more quickly than his usual measured
pace. In fact, in his frustration with the numerous events that
had lead to the delay of their reunion, he'd had to remind
himself several times to not run down the long Temple halls, a
discipline he'd thought he'd mastered well before he'd become a
padawan eight years before.
His master had been away on a mission for nearly a standard
month, while he'd been left on Coruscant -- teaching, sparring
with a variety of knights and masters, working on special local
assignments for the Council... and missing his bonded soulmate.
It had been their longest separation in years -- certainly the
longest since they'd become lovers on his twentieth birthday --
and due to a series of mishaps and bad timing, it had stretched
out an entire half-day longer than necessary.
First, he'd missed meeting the shuttle that morning because it
had landed at the wrong platform. Then his master had been
swept into an immediate and lengthy Council session. By the
time that was over, Obi-Wan had been teaching some of the young
students basic lightsaber katas. Under normal circumstances
Qui-Gon would have joined him there, but today of all days he'd
had to take one of the students to the healers for a badly
sprained ankle.
Sensing Qui-Gon's exhaustion, he'd told him to go home, clean
up and rest, and assured him that he'd join him as soon as
possible. His master's willing but wistful compliance was a
good indication of exactly how trying the mission had been,
something he hadn't been able to drag out of the older man
while it was still in progress. But now, finally -- having
delivered his much-improved young ward to the student dorms --
he was just steps away from their quarters, and from the man
whose very presence turned anyplace they could be together into
'home.'
Palming the door control, he stepped into the main room and
quietly hung up his cloak and slipped off his boots. He could
sense that Qui-Gon was asleep and didn't want to wake him... at
least not by tromping around or yelling for him as he'd done so
often as a child. As he padded barefoot toward their bedroom,
he noted in passing that the brilliant Coruscant sunset was
streaming in through the unfiltered windows.
He stopped in the doorway, frozen in place by the vision before
him... Qui-Gon stretched out on his back in the middle of their
bed, totally nude, powerful arms and long muscular legs flung
out in a wanton sprawl, the sunset painting his entire body
with crimson and gold. He'd apparently barely made it from the
shower to the bed before collapsing, as evidenced by the damp
towel trailing from under his hip to the floor and the
still-wet mane of hair that flowed across both pillows. It was
a sight to make any lover's heart beat faster, and how much
more so a lover denied such visions for an exceedingly long
month.
For long moments Obi-Wan just stood and watched Qui-Gon sleep,
basking in his bondmate's proximity, feeling the dull ache of
separation melt away. Watching the tight lines around those
beloved eyes and lips fade, he knew that subconsciously his
master was experiencing the same sensation.
Tearing his eyes away long enough to take in the
uncharacteristic jumble of clothes on the floor and the
unpacked bag left just inside the door, he frowned. 'My poor
love,' he thought as he moved to quietly set things to rights.
He'd rarely seen Qui-Gon so tired that he'd just left
everything where it feel. Well, almost everything... his
master's lightsaber had been carefully laid close at hand on
the nightstand. A small smile lit up his face at the sight. One
of the things he respected and loved most about Qui-Gon was
that he was Jedi to the core, and Obi-Wan felt doubly blessed
to have this man as not only bondmate and lover, but also as
teacher and mentor.
After retrieving the towel with a gentle nudge of the Force and
dumping the last of the laundry into the chute in the bathroom,
he took one more heated look at the enticing tableau, then
sighed and headed into the kitchen to fix a light dinner. He
knew that his master would be hungry when he awoke, and the man
obviously needed to sleep. As much as he wanted to see those
beautiful blue eyes open and light up with the glow that he
knew belonged to him alone, even more so did he need to see the
dark circles underneath them fade. His master -- his love --
was home and safe... everything else could wait.
As full darkness settled over their quarters, Obi-Wan lounged
on the couch, curled into the circle of light cast by a nearby
reading lamp, belt and tunics shed for the evening meditation
he'd recently completed. He'd almost finished reading his
master's report on this latest mission -- which hadn't been
dangerous, but had been frustrating and, apparently, exhausting
-- when the first image washed over him. Although his eyes were
still trained on the datapad, his mind instantly focused
elsewhere... on Qui-Gon's dream.
He smiled, then flushed as the image became clearer and he saw
himself through his lover's eyes. The Obi-Wan in the dream was
sprawled asleep on their bed -- much as he had found Qui-Gon
earlier -- but with bright sunlight streaming in the window,
his hair glinting gold, braid laying across his chest, rising
and falling with his regular breathing. Overall, a potent
combination of innocence and sensuality, and one that provoked
a mix of tenderness, love and desire in his master's
subconscious mind.
Knowing that Qui-Gon saw him so touched him, awed him... and
aroused him. Sensing the equally powerful response from his
bondmate, he wondered if perhaps Qui-Gon had napped long
enough. The low moan that he heard more in his mind that
through the open bedroom door encouraged him to investigate
that possibility in person. Gathering up his gear and heading
to the kitchen to pick up the tea and tray of fruit, bread and
cheese he'd prepared earlier -- he planned on not leaving their
bedroom again that night, and hopefully well into the next day
as well -- he mused that it must be some kind of indication of
their hectic lives that some of their most cherished images
were of each other sleeping.
Using long familiarity and a touch of the Force, he made his
way easily into the dark bedroom and set down his gear and
their dinner on the dresser, grinning as the images changed...
the phantom Qui-Gon, possibly responding to his presence, now
gently caressing his still-sleeping dream counterpart. The wry
grin fell from his lips as he turned from lighting two candles
and saw the changes the dream had wrought on his master,
changes which caused a noise halfway between a whimper and a
moan to slip from his throat. If Qui-Gon had been enticing
before, now he was irresistable.
The lazy sprawl had disappeared, muscles growing taut as his
arousal built. Entranced, Obi-Wan watched the play of muscles
in his master's powerful chest as his arms moved lazily but
deliberately, fingertips skimming softly over the blanket as if
it were his dreamlover's skin. One knee had lifted slightly,
simultaneously exposing him further to his young love's hungry
gaze and partially blocking his view of flesh that was rapidly
hardening to it's full, impressive length. 'How like Qui-Gon,'
Obi-Wan thought hazily in his lust-inspired daze. His love had
always been a master of paradox as well as understatement.
Finally, drawn by another low moan, his eyes... now glowing a
fierce blue... settled on his master's face. Ruggedly handsome,
beautiful in a way that Qui-Gon himself could never see but
that had been obvious to Obi-Wan since adolescence, it was a
face that -- when not constrained by formal Jedi solemnity --
was vividly expressive of his master's emotional state. Now, he
noted with delight, the laxness of exhaustion had been replaced
by that glorious loving anticipation that he'd yearned to see
during their long month apart.
As the caresses in the dream grew stronger and more intimate
and his dreamself began to writhe in appreciation, he found
himself wondering how Qui-Gon would respond under similar
conditions. He grinned again as an idea blossomed in his mind
and stepped closer to the bed, a mischievous gleam in his eye.
'What's good for the master is good for the apprentice,' he
thought, 'or is that the other way around?' Shrugging, he
slipped out of his leggings and rested one knee on the bed,
deciding that it didn't really matter... he planned to make
this extremely good for both of them.
Obi-Wan trailed his fingers lightly across his master's broad
chest, mimicking the gentle touches he'd seen in the dream.
Gooseflesh rose on both their bodies as the familiar surge of
energy rushed over them, intensified to an almost painful level
by the long absence. Suddenly achingly aroused, he realized
that this would be an exercise of his control as much as an
inventive way to wake his lover.
Breathing slowly and deeply, he centered himself in their bond,
letting his movements flow and take on the rhythm of the Force
that pulsed so strongly between them. As his fingertips skimmed
over peaked nipples, drawing a moan and a shiver from an
increasingly restless Qui-Gon, he closed his eyes to
concentrate again on his master's dream.
Unsurprisingly his dream self was starting to respond... still
asleep, but reaching out reflexively to return the intimate
caresses. Taking his lower lip between his teeth, he let his
hands settle firmly onto Qui-Gon's body, then drew them slowly
down his chest... over the ripples of his abdomen... separating
to follow the smooth curves of hip to flank... finally coming
to rest on solidly muscled thighs, relishing the tingling heat
of each inch of flesh as he went.
Rapidly losing his battle for control as his master writhed
beneath him, trying to follow the touch of his hands, Obi-Wan
shifted to kneel between his legs, then ran his hands back up
the splayed inner thighs until his thumbs brushed against
velvety skin. A moan escaped his lips as Qui-Gon arched toward
him, calling his name softly. Almost of it's own volition,
Obi-Wan's right hand moved to stroke the weeping shaft curved
up along Qui-Gon's belly, slicking his fingers as his bondmate
thrust upwards into the welcome grip.
Sensing that his oh-so-willing victim was about to wake, he
leaned forward, finally allowing himself to savor the unique
scent and taste of Qui-Gon Jinn -- the sharp musk of his
arousal mixed with the clean scent of the herbal soap his love
preferred, plus flesh so needy that the very heat and
anticipation had a smell all their own... then the taste of
that same heat and anticipation, salty and bitter like a sala
root dipped in the seas of Aldaraan... almost but not quite
overpowering the addictive taste of Qui-Gon's skin itself, that
incomparable flavor that made Obi-Wan want to run his tongue
over every inch of his lover's long, lean body.
Qui-Gon woke with a gasp, deep blue eyes flying open as he was
tossed instantly from an enticingly erotic dream into
circumstances that surpassed not only the dream but all of the
fantasies he'd been entertaining for the past month, then
flickering back shut as the reality of his lover's touch and
presence enveloped him.
Obi-Wan's lips caressed him slowly from tip to root as his
oversensitive flesh was alternately grazed with teeth and
soothed with the hot velvet of tongue and throat until every
nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. Digging his fingers
into the blanket, he struggled to lay still, belatedly
remembering to breath again only when a low groan forced its
way out in response to Obi-Wan's increased pace. Slipping
deeper into their connection, he realigned himself with his
lifemate -- mind to mind, heart to heart, soul to soul.
Fine tremors shook the taut muscles of his thighs as Obi-Wan
settled the long legs over his shoulders, exposing him to slick
fingers that wasted no time in satisfying his plea.
// As I've missed you, beloved Master... //
The sweet pressure built quickly at the base of Qui-Gon's spine
as first one, then a second finger slipped inside, stroking
deeply, twisting and scissoring inside him as his hips moved
with the rhythm Obi-Wan was setting, first pressing down hard
into the strokes, then thrusting back up into the irresistible
heat and suction of Obi-Wan's mouth.
With a mental smile that shone like a nova against the backdrop
of their lifebond, Obi-Wan simultaneously let his fingers brush
the pressure point within his master's body, his throat capture
and squeeze the swollen shaft, and his mind open completely,
sending all the love and desire he'd been holding behind his
shields throughout the long hours of tortuous delay.
Overwhelmed by sensations within and without, Qui-Gon came with
a loud wordless cry, back arching completely off the bed in his
ecstasy before collapsing limply back onto the soft bedding.
Calling on years of Jedi discipline, Obi-Wan clamped down
savagely on his own physical response to Qui-Gon's climax,
unwilling to back away from the depth of their bond, or to let
himself come. It was an odd sensation... his mind and soul were
swept away into the fire, then floated lazily, sated, with his
master's, while his body still ached for release, fighting
against his tight controls. And he quickly discovered that
licking Qui-Gon clean was proving to be an ineffective -- if
delightful -- distraction. Luckily at that moment his master
stirred, the satiation in his mind giving way to a new need...
one that involved immediate full body contact with his
bondmate.
The powerful thighs dropped to either side of his body, and
Obi-Wan felt large hands close on his upper arms, lifting him
up and swinging him over in a single graceful movement -- one
that ended with Obi-Wan flat on his back, pinned to the bed by
the arm and leg draped possessively over his lithe form,
Qui-Gon's face buried in his neck, the soft beard tickling as
he alternately kissed the soft skin and mumbled endearments.
Obi-Wan found himself caught between a giggle and a moan as
Qui-Gon nuzzled against him, finally settling for a low groan
of frustration as his master's thigh brushed against his still
rampant erection. Qui-Gon's head immediately rose from it's
cozy nest and Obi-Wan released a belated laugh as he met
obviously startled eyes. His own eyelids dropped to halfmast as
Qui-Gon shifted his leg again, this time deliberately rubbing
against him.
"Obi-Wan? I thought... it felt like... you didn't...?"
"Apparently not, love," he replied with a soft laugh at his
master's sudden inability to form a coherent sentence, then
groaned again as he arched his hips up against the welcome
weight. For a moment he felt Qui-Gon considering the strategic
ramifications of this new aspect of their bond, then quickly
pushing the thought aside to be considered later.
"Well... we'll just have to take care of that directly, won't
we, my heart? I won't have anyone accusing me of mistreating my
Padawan...." Which was something that had occurred all too
often when their physical relationship had first begun.
Capturing Obi-Wan's lips in a fierce, quick kiss, he swung
himself up to straddle his apprentice's thighs, running large
calloused hands up and down the golden body beneath him as he'd
done in his dream. Sitting back, he flipped his hair out of his
eyes and followed his hands' path with gleaming sapphire eyes,
mesmerized by the beauty and sensuality of his lover's writhing
form.
"Qui-Gon... please...."
The desperate plea brought his out of his revery and he glanced
around quickly, then called a bottle of massage oil to his hand
from the nightstand. He noticed with a grin that it was almost
empty. 'Apparently Obi-Wan's missed me just as much as I've
missed him' he thought while lavishly coating his bondmate's
neglected and almost oversensitized shaft. The mental picture
of Obi-Wan stroking slickly into his own fist... much as he was
doing now to Qui-Gon's... gave him the beginnings of a matching
ache, despite his recent intense release.
"Obi-Wan," he called softly, shifting forward. He waited until
his love's eyelids lifted, loving blue-green eyes sparkling up
at him, then lowered himself slowly, groaning with pleasure as
he felt Obi-Wan fill him, inch by inch.
Obi-Wan drew a breath that was almost a sob as he was finally
enveloped completely in the amazing heat of his master's body.
Taking Qui-Gon's hips in his hands, he began thrusting slowly,
deeply, then bared his teeth in a feral smile as Qui-Gon
gasped, pressing down even harder as Obi-Wan brushed against
his prostate, causing a shock of sensation to shoot up and down
his spine before settling at the base of his now fully renewed
erection.
"Obi-Wan... look what you do to me, my beautiful love," he
moaned as he stroked himself with a large, slick hand, head
falling back in wanton abandon as Obi-Wan's thrusts began
coming harder and faster. The Force almost visibly glowed
around them as they shared themselves freely with each other...
feelings and fantasies from the month apart slipping across the
bond, further stoking the fires they ignited in each other...
then sharing the fire itself as their individual sensations
blended into one... Qui-Gon feeling as if it were the tight
heat of Obi-Wan's body he was thrusting into, while Obi-Wan
reveled in the ghost sensation of Qui-Gon filling him
completely.
"Qui-Gon... love... you," Obi-Wan gasped as the last of his
controls fell away and his movements grew more frantic.
"Obi... love..." Qui-Gon tried to respond, cutting himself off
with a hoarse cry as he felt Obi-Wan swell suddenly within him,
pressing himself deep inside, his whole body vibrating. The
sharp thrusts and hot pulses that followed ensured that he
followed his young love over the edge, hot seed spilling out
over his hand and stomach.
Letting himself fall forward onto his elbows, he was
immediately clasped tight in Obi-Wan's arms. Rolling over to
settle the smaller man on top, he hugged Obi-Wan close in turn,
running gentle hands up and down his back until the tremors
were replaced by a lanquid relaxation. Feeling an impudent grin
against his throat, he rumbled, "What is it, love?"
"'Obi-love'... I kinda like that."
"You do, do you?"
Raising his head, Obi-Wan nodded solomnly, eyes gone warm and
soft in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Leaning forward, he
pressed his lips to Qui-Gon's, licking his way slowly into a
deep, loving kiss, then pulling back just enough to whisper,
"Welcome home, Master."
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