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Summary: Obi Wan is restless. Qui Gon is meditating.
Warnings: If grammar matters to you, you may want to skip this
one. Lots of sentence fragments. Don't know 'bout you, but I
don't think in complete sentences. And neither, apparently,
does Obi Wan.
Obi Wan moved restlessly about their quarters. Qui Gon was
meditating, again. There was not much else to do aboard a small
freighter, especially after four days. Still, Obi Wan could not
help wishing Qui Gon would find more interesting ways to pass
the time.
Obi Wan could sense him. He was down the hall, in an empty
storage room. 'Apparently, my presence is a distraction,' he
thought ruefully. Obi Wan smiled to himself. Distracting Qui
Gon was one of his favorite pasttimes.
Then it occurred to him. He didn't need to be in the same room
to distract him. That was a truly inspired thought. He moved to
the bed and lie down on his back, hands behind his head. How to
go about this? Tentatively, he reached out toward his master,
insinuating his presence, ever so slightly, into Qui Gon's
mind.
Qui Gon noticed the change, but chose not to acknowledge it. He
wanted to see what his padawan would come up with. Obi Wan was
nothing if not inventive.
Now what? Send him a memory of the two of them, a fantasy, an
image or two?
Settling in, he began thinking about Qui Gon's hair. He thought
about how it felt in his hands, about the time it had become
hopelessly tangled and he had to assist his master in getting
the snarls out. He recalled images of that hair from during
their love making. Qui Gon's hair falling across them both. Him
holding Qui Gon's hair back so he could see Qui Gon's mouth on
his cock. He was definitely fond of his master's hair...
But those eyes... He remembered the first time he had looked
into those eyes and saw love. The first time he saw lust. Qui
Gon's eyes dancing as he teased his Padawan, a rare and
treasured thing.
Love. Teasing. He thought of Qui Gon saying "I love you," of
Qui Gon whispering "I want you" in his ear. And the sexiest
sound he had ever heard, Qui Gon moaning.
He continued moving downward. That spot on Qui Gon's neck. The
strength in those shoulders. The arms he sometimes thought
might break him half.
And Qui Gon's hands. Large. Strong. Long, callused fingers,
that could be surprisingly tender. And demanding. Obi Wan
sighed. He had a real thing for his master's hands. He would
find himself watching them, imagining them on his own flesh, at
the oddest times. Now, he gave free reign to those imaginings.
Qui Gon's hands stroking him, brushing lightly along his torso,
caressing a nipple, touching his face, fingertips sliding
across his lower lip... He forced himself to stop. He wanted to
arouse Qui Gon, not bring himself to orgasm. For that he wanted
his master present.
Qui Gon smiled. He was enjoying Obi Wan's reverie. 'So he likes
my hands that much.' he thought. Then scolded himself slightly,
self-satisfaction was unbecoming in a Jedi. Still, he couldn't
help the pleasure coursing through him, partly arousal, but
mostly the pleasure that comes from knowing one is desired.
Obi Wan wrenched his thoughts away from Qui Gon's hands. He
focused instead on his master's chest. The feel of hard muscle
under his own hands. Nipples hardening under his tongue. Qui
Gon's back arching.
He moved still lower. He tried to bypass his master's cock, to
think about his legs. But well, nice as Qui Gon's legs were
they just didn't interest him. Not as much as other, nearby,
body parts.
Qui Gon chuckled. So his padawan was not a leg man.
The image of Qui Gon's cock was nearly enough to send Obi Wan
over the edge. Smooth, hard, foreskin pushed back and the head
exposed. He thought about how it felt to have his master in his
mouth, to stroke it with his hands, Qui Gon inside him.... Qui
Gon coming. Usually they were so closely linked that Obi Wan
could not help but come when Qui Gon did. But he loved it when
he retained enough control to wait, to watch and enjoy his
master's orgasm. Qui Gon coming was the sexiest thing he had
ever seen, the sexiest thing he could imagine. At those moments
he felt he was truly seeing Qui Gon. The reserve gone, Qui Gon
letting sensation and emotion take him over. Qui Gon losing
himself in pleasure, 'In me' thought Obi Wan. 'He loses himself
in me.'
"Yes, I do." The voice was heavy with emotion, with lust.
Obi Wan looked at his master, their eyes locking. Then Qui Gon
was in the bed. Obi Wan moaned, nearly coming, at the feel of
Qui Gon atop him, of Qui Gon's erection pressed into his. He
wrapped his arms around Qui Gon, kissing him. He clung to Qui
Gon as his master's hands ran over him, moving ceaselessly.
He gasped as Qui Gon's hands made it through the layers of
clothing to touch his chest. Then he pulled away. Standing, he
tugged his clothing off, wanting to give himself to Qui Gon,
wanting Qui Gon's hands on all of him, all at once. Then he
reached for his master, pulling at his clothes.
"Let me help," Qui Gon said quietly, as Obi Wan's frantic
tugging was not accomplishing much. He rose from the bed.
As the last of Qui Gon's clothing dropped into a heap on the
floor, Obi Wan calmed somewhat. He ran his eyes over Qui Gon,
drinking him in. He loved this man. He looked up into Qui Gon's
eyes and reached out to rest a hand on his chest. His eyes
still locked on Obi Wan's, Qui Gon lifted the hand and kissed
the inside of Obi Wan's wrist. "You interrupted my meditations,
Padawan."
"Yes, master." Qui Gon kissed his palm, licking it slightly.
"No apology?"
"No, master." Qui Gon briefly sucked a fingertip.
"Did it deliberately, did you?"
"Yes, master," Qui Gon pulled Obi Wan against him.
He kissed Obi Wan deeply. Then moved his mouth to the younger
man's neck. Say, it again
"Yes, master." Qui Gon was nibbling skillfully now.
Again
"Yes, master." This time it was a moan, barely recognizable as
speech.
Qui Gon lifted Obi Wan in his arms and returned him to the bed.
He looked at Obi Wan. Obi Wan watched him. Qui Gon's intense
gaze was almost a caress. Qui Gon always seemed to need this
moment at some point during their love making.
Then Qui Gon was in the bed with him, again. Arms around him,
mouth on his. Qui Gon pulled back and stroked Obi Wan's face.
"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."
Obi Wan smiled gently at him. "Thank you, master." Then he
reinitiated the kiss, tongue sliding sensuously into Qui Gon's
mouth. It began as a slow, sensual kiss, but they were both too
aroused for it too remain that way. Soon they were kissing
heatedly, bodies moving together.
Qui Gon pulled away. He knelt between Obi Wan's legs. The
bottle of oil flying to his hand, as it always did. He poured
some into his hands. Then slid one finger into his Padawan. Obi
Wan cried out at the contact. Drawing his legs up to open
himself more, offer himself to Qui Gon. A second finger
followed. His master's other hand closed on his aching cock,
the oil letting it slide easily up and down.
Obi Wan groaned. His hands clenched the sheets. "Qui Gon,
Master, Please."
Qui Gon's hands found an easy rhythm. The hand on Obi Wan's
stroked downward, as his fingers pushed in. The hand moved
upward as his fingers moved out. Obi Wan was lost in the
intense pleasure created by Qui Gon's hands. Qui Gon increased
his pace gradually, in time with his apprentice's escalating
arousal. Then Obi Wan came, his semen spurting upward, landing
on them both.
As Obi Wan's shuddering eased, he started to speak. "Qui Gon, I
wanted..."
"I know, love," Qui Gon interrupted. "But I like to watch you
come too, you know."
Suddenly, Obi Wan felt very exposed.
"Besides who said we were done?" Qui Gon was leaning forward,
licking at the semen on Obi Wan's chest. He worked his way up
to Obi Wan's nipples and took one into his mouth. Giving Obi
Wan a little taste of what had been done to him, he sent Obi
Wan his sensations, the feel of the stiffened flesh under his
tongue. Obi Wan was once again fully hard against him. He moved
to the other nipple, for a brief moment. Then kissed his
apprentice, before again kneeling between his legs.
He reached for the oil, but Obi Wan got there first. "Let me."
He poured the oil into his hands, then applied it with
agonizing slowness to Qui Gon's cock. Obi Wan's touch had him
inflamed to the point of orgasm. He closed his eyes, giving in
to those hands. "Not yet," Obi Wan whispered. "I want you
inside me, Qui Gon."
Qui Gon groaned. He captured Obi Wan's move with his, kissing
him roughly. Then he pushed him back onto the bed.
Qui Gon slid forward into Obi Wan, and came immediately. Obi
Wan thrilled. The feel of Qui Gon's cum spurting into him. The
sight of his master, head thrown back, face flushed with
pleasure. The groan that seemed to come from the depths of his
soul.
Qui Gon held perfectly still within him for several moments,
then began moving slowly. Obi Wan gave into that rhythm.
Conscious thought ceased. The only thing that mattered was Qui
Gon. He kept his eyes open, watching as Qui Gon fucked him. His
legs were on Qui Gon's shoulders. Qui Gon's hands held his
hips. Qui Gon's whole body was moving. His cock stroking easily
in and out of Obi Wan. He looked at Qui Gon's face. Pleasure
written across those strong features. He longed to open himself
more. No matter how deeply inside of him Qui Gon got, it was
never deep enough.
He sensed Qui Gon's impending orgasm, and surrendered himself
as well. They came together. Qui Gon stayed within him for
several moments afterward, allowing himself to grow flaccid,
before sliding out of Obi Wan and moving up next to him on the
bed.
Obi Wan nestled against him. "Master, you have to admit that
this was a far more pleasant way to pass the afternoon than
meditating."
Qui Gon looked down at him, a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"That depends on what the subject of my meditation was. Does it
not, Padawan?"
Seeing the look on Obi Wan's face, he laughed softly. "I love
you, Obi Wan."
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