Meditations II, or How to Seduce a Jedi Apprentice
by 'chelle (monroe@globalnetisp.net)
Series: Sequel to Meditations, but you can certainly read it
alone, because it has absolutely no plot
Category: PWP
Archive: M & A yes; all others please ask
Rating: NC 17
Feedback: Please. I've begun to live for it.
Summary: Qui Gon makes Obi Wan's levitation practice a little
more difficult.
Disclaimer: They're George's. I just borrow 'em, when the rest
of you lovely people aren't busy with them, of course. I'll
return them unharmed for the next person to borrow, promise.
Qui Gon rose from his meditations and walked about the room.
Their mission had been successful, and brief, for once. Of
course, it's brevity only meant that they were back on this
damn freighter all the sooner. The monotony had even begun to
wear on Qui Gon. Obi Wan was actually holding up remarkably
well, considering how much he disliked inactivity. Thinking of
his apprentice brought a hint of a smile to Qui Gon's lips. He
reached out to determine where his apprentice was.
Qui Gon found him easily enough. He was in one of the holds,
levitating the cargo. Qui Gon's smile broadened, the potential
of the situation becoming evident. Eyes twinkling
mischievously, he insinuated himself into Obi Wan's mind.
Padawan, I must say that I approve of your choice of
afternoon activity. But isn't it a little easy for you? I think
you should increase the difficulty level.
Obi Wan was wary. He recognized the mischievous tone in his
master's thoughts. On the other hand, he could use a challenge
and his curiosity was aroused. All right, Master, he
replied carefully, what do you suggest?
Keep levitating. If you can, was the response.
With that Qui Gon began sending him very clear impressions of
his own thoughts. Obi Wan groaned to himself. He'd asked for
this. It was a good thing the cargo was so well packed, at
least he hoped it was.
Qui Gon imagined himself in the hold with Obi Wan, standing
behind him. In his mind, he lifted his hand and ran it slowly
along the side of Obi Wan's neck. Then he leaned forward and
began following the path he had created with his fingers, with
his mouth. He moved slowly down his Padawan's neck, each spot
thoroughly sucked, licked, nipped. The Obi Wan in his
imagination groaned, so did the Obi Wan in the cargo hold.
As he neared the base of Obi Wan's neck. Qui Gon slid his arms
around Obi Wan's waist. He resisted the urge to pull him back
against him, holding him lightly instead. Knowing Obi Wan
wanted more contact, Qui Gon chose to let him want, at least
for now. Finishing with Obi Wan's neck, he ran his hands over
Obi Wan's abdomen, almost, but not quite, touching his chest.
He began undoing Obi Wan's belt. Let it drop to the floor.
Slowly, he began to open Obi Wan's tunic, savoring the
knowledge that Obi Wan was impatient to feel his hands upon
him, but unwilling to show it.
He even fantasizes tormenting me, thought Obi Wan. No wonder
he's so good at it. He must spend all of his spare time
planning how to torture me next.
Not all of my spare time, Padawan, Qui Gon laughed in
his mind. But it does make you wonder at the subject of my
meditations, does it not?
Obi Wan didn't reply. His master's hands were now on bare
flesh and one of the crates he had been levitating dipped
dangerously. Cursing silently, he raised it again.
Obi Wan's warm flesh under his hands. That was a thought Qui
Gon savored. As much as he now knew Obi Wan enjoyed Qui Gon
touching him, Qui Gon was convinced that he enjoyed touching
Obi Wan even more. Soft, smooth skin over hard muscle. It was
an intoxicating combination. Qui Gon focused on that, on how it
felt to run his hands over Obi Wan's torso. Inevitably his
hands drifted upward. Finding what he sought, he ran his
fingers around the edge of Obi Wan's nipples. Obi Wan inhaled
in anticipation. Qui Gon responded by brushing his fingers over
his Padawan's nipples, lightly, infuriatingly lightly.
Chuckling softly, Qui Gon took an earlobe in his mouth and
sucked. Obi Wan moaned and at that instant. Qui Gon pinched his
nipples. Qui Gon pulled Obi Wan back against him, giving him
something to lean against. His hands again moved down Obi Wan.
He placed one on the center of his abdomen and used it to hold
Obi Wan firmly against him. He knew his own erection was
pressing
Several of the crates were now barely above the ground. Obi
Wan's concentration was frayed. Simply knowing that his master
thought of him this way was wildly arousing. To have those
thoughts shared with him was almost unbearable.
Qui Gon he was feeling a bit smug. Obi Wan deserved this.
After all he had started it. Besides, he deserved to know how
much he was desired.
Qui Gon returned his attention to Obi Wan's cock. He caressed
it through the fabric of his pants. In his imagination, Obi Wan
pushed his hips forward in response. Qui Gon began undoing the
fastenings of his pants. He slid his hand inside...
The crates crashed.
Come here, Obi Wan.
Obi Wan needed no encouragement. Fleetingly, he considered
restacking the crates, decided it could wait. As he headed down
the hall he was grateful that the ship had a crew of one. He
would not have wanted to be seen in this condition, at least by
anyone other than Qui Gon.
He entered their quarters and felt Qui Gon step behind him.
His hand stroked Obi Wan's neck. "Will you do whatever I ask,
Obi Wan?" he inquired, his voice low.
"Yes, " Obi Wan replied without thinking. "Anything." His
voice was strained.
Qui Gon began to kiss his neck and Obi Wan trembled, his
arousal now overwhelming. Qui Gon put his arms around his
Padawan and drew him back against him, supporting him. He
quickly undid Obi Wan's belt. He ran his hands over Obi Wan's
chest, before removing his tunic. Reaching out with the force
he undid the fastenings of Obi Wan's boots. Obi Wan hastily
kicked them off and Qui Gon loosened Obi Wan's pants, letting
them fall to the ground. Stepping around in front of his
Padawan, Qui Gon placed a hand on the back of his neck. Leaning
down he pressed his mouth to Obi Wan's. Obi Wan groaned and
leaned into his master, opening his mouth willingly, hungrily.
Qui Gon pulled Obi Wan against him, kissing him roughly. Obi
Wan responded eagerly. After several minutes, he released Obi
Wan pulled him toward the bed. Sitting, Obi Wan standing in
front of him, he applied his mouth to a nipple, sucking hard.
Obi Wan tangled his hands in Qui Gon's hair. Finding his
master's hair tie, he removed it. Qui Gon looked up at him and
Obi Wan took the opportunity for another kiss. Qui Gon pulled
him tight and rolled them both onto the bed, lips still locked.
Obi Wan was on his back. Qui Gon half beside him, half on him.
They kissed wildly, bruisingly. Qui Gon was touching what he
could of Obi Wan, unable to hold his hand still.
Finally, he pulled back. Obi Wan stared at him. The look on
Qui Gon's face took his breath away. Passion, love, desire all
reflected there. "Do you want to know what I've been imagining
ever since the afternoon you interrupted my meditations?" Qui
Gon asked, his voice barely audible.
"What?" Obi Wan's voice was scarcely louder than his master's.
"Watching you come." Qui Gon looked intently at him for a
moment. Then began kissing his way down Obi Wan. His mouth and
hands moved greedily across his chest, down his abdomen.
Bypassing his cock Qui Gon nipped lightly at the inside of his
thighs.
Sitting up, Qui Gon captured one of Obi Wan's hands and
brought it to his mouth. He kissed along the side of it, before
taking a fingertip in his mouth. He sucked briefly for a
moment. Then moved Obi Wan's hand to his own cock. "Come for
me, Obi Wan. Make yourself come for me."
Obi Wan looked at him. There had been no hint of command in
that voice, only desire, need. Qui Gon was asking him for this.
His eyes riveted to his master's face, Obi Wan began to move
his hand.
"Slower."
Obi Wan slowed. He had never felt so aroused or exposed in his
life. Exposing himself like this, letting Qui Gon see him this
way was intensely exciting. Qui Gon watched him hungrily,
moving his eyes from Obi Wan's cock to his face and back again.
He groaned. He needed more, needed to move faster. Qui Gon
sensed it. "Faster Obi Wan." "Not too much," he added as the
speed of Obi Wan's hand on his cock increased. Obi Wan slowed a
little. Qui Gon leaned over and licked the head of his cock.
Obi Wan nearly came at the contact.
He was determined to hold on, to wait until Qui Gon said he
could come. A few more strokes. He couldn't take much more.
"Come for me, love. Come." Qui Gon's voice was so rough it was
almost harsh.
Permission given, Obi Wan came. He thrust his hips upward.
Moaning Qui Gon's name as he spurted, over and over. It felt
like it would never end. But it did. Shaken he opened his eyes
and looked at his master. The look in Qui Gon's eyes was almost
enough to make him hard again. Reaching up he pulled Qui Gon
down on top of him, kissing him. His lips moved from Qui Gon's
mouth across his face, back to his mouth again. "Fuck me," he
whispered. Qui Gon took his chin in one of his big hands,
kissing him softly.
"Actually, Padawan, I had thought..." he hesitated.
"What, love? Tell me what you want. Anything you want, I'll
do."
"I want you. Inside me."
Obi Wan was surprised at the words. In the six months they had
been lovers, he had always been the one penetrated. The idea of
being inside Qui Gon had him instantly hard again. He wrapped
his arms around Qui Gon's shoulders, kissing him. He rolled
them over.
Then he realized Qui Gon was still fully dressed. "There is
one slight problem, love," he said quietly, his lips near Qui
Gon's ear. "You're overdressed."
"So I am." Qui Gon sat up and together they removed his
clothing. Obi Wan studied his naked master's form. He was
powerfully built, broad shoulders and chest, strong arms, long
well-muscled legs. As always, he noted the scars, for him a
symbol of what Qui Gon was, what he did. He now new the source
of all of them. He had made Qui Gon tell him one night. His
eyes reached his master's face. His breath caught. Qui Gon
looked so beautiful, hair disheveled, spread out around him,
piercing blue eyes softened by desire. Tenderness and lust
coursed through him at the thought of what he was about to do.
Lying next to Qui Gon, he began kissing him, stroking him. He
could sense the intensity of Qui Gon's arousal and the feeling
of vulnerability at having exposed so much of himself. Obi Wan
used his hands and mouth to soothe and reassure, to convey the
depth of his love for this man.
"Please, Obi Wan. I..."
"I know, love." Obi Wan took the bottle of oil from the table
next to the bed and moved between his master's legs. He
generously oiled two of his fingers. He circled the rim of Qui
Gon's anus with an oiled finger, felt him tense slightly. He
continued the movement, and Qui Gon began to relax. Slowly he
pushed his finger into his master. Qui Gon exhaled slowly,
relaxing himself around that finger. Obi Wan brushed his
prostate and Qui Gon gasped. He pulled the finger out, pushed
it back in. Several strokes later, he added a second finger. He
moved his fingers slowly within Qui Gon. Qui Gon began moving,
pushing himself onto those fingers. How he managed to do this
so easily on his back Obi Wan was unsure. Not that it mattered.
Satisfied that Qui Gon was ready. He applied more oil to his
cock and placed it at the entrance to his master's anus.
You have to control this, Qui Gon.
Qui Gon groaned in response.
Realizing the control would have to come from him, Obi Wan
reached out with the force. He wanted to increase his awareness
of his master, to insure that he did not hurt him. Qui Gon
accepted Obi Wan's presence in his mind eagerly, opening his
mind along with his body.
Obi Wan moved forward carefully, sliding the head of his cock
into Qui Gon. Qui Gon moaned his name. Sensing no discomfort he
continued, moving slowly forward until he was fully within Qui
Gon. He stopped, savoring the sensation of Qui Gon around his
cock. He looked down at the man beneath him. He wanted Qui Gon
to know what he was feeling, to know how much he meant to Obi
Wan. Words failed him. Instead he just opened his mind as fully
as he could, tearing down any shields Qui Gon hadn't already
penetrated. He felt Qui Gon start as his Padawan's emotions
reached him. Qui Gon reached up and stroked his face. Obi Wan
pressed his face against that hand, then turned his head and
kissed the palm.
He began to move. He stroked slowly. It felt so good. He was
thankful that Qui Gon had not felt any pain, because he wasn't
certain that he could control himself much longer.
Don't.
"What?" he asked aloud.
Don't hold back.
Obi Wan stopped trying to control himself. He gave into the
need driving him and began moving faster. Soon he was utterly
beyond control. They both were. Qui Gon was so open to him. He
thrust harder, still harder. Soon his movements were a blur.
Qui Gon came. His muscles contracted around Obi Wan; his come
squirted over both of them. The sound that came from inside him
was neither a scream or a moan. It was all too much for Obi Wan
who rammed into his master, feeling like he was exploding.
When the trembling ceased, he slowly withdrew from Qui Gon who
immediately pulled Obi Wan on top of him. They clung together.
He needed this, needed the solidity of Qui Gon against him.
Qui Gon stroked his hair. "You've turned me into a wanton," he
said quietly.
"It's what you secretly longed to be. Admit it."
"Perhaps."
Obi Wan pulled back, raising his head so that he could look
into Qui Gon's face. "Perhaps, " he repeated.
Qui Gon smiled. "You're right. I have always wanted this.
Never thought I would find it."
"You'd have found it sooner if you weren't so stubborn."
"I'm not stubborn. I'm determined. It's an admirable trait in
a Jedi. You're rather determined yourself."
"Good thing, or we wouldn't be here." Obi Wan said, despite
his best efforts to seem scolding, the corners of his mouth
turned up. Leaning forward he kissed Qui Gon gently, then
snuggled against him.
Far too soon for Obi Wan's liking, Qui Gon stirred. "Padawan,
I need a shower."
"Sticky, Master?"
"Umm. A little. Yes."
"If you ask nicely I may agree to wash your back." Obi Wan
offered. "And then you can help me restack the crates."
Surprisingly, Qui Gon agreed. "It's the least I can do, since
I'm the reason you dropped them."
Obi Wan looked at him, startled by the tone in his voice. "You
sound inordinately pleased with yourself."
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