Archive: M_A of course, all others ask if you want it.
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Q/O sex, no plot, no angst. Open the door and let the
blizzard in. >><< is Jedi telepathy.
Spoilers: None that I'm aware of.
Summary: Qui-Gon tells his fantasy.
Feedback: Of course. I live for feedback. It makes my fingers
willing to type.
Disclaimer: Soooo not mine. But I did buy the 12 inch dolls of
Q and O. That means they're partly mine. Right? Right? No?
Bummer.
Author's notes: This is a companion piece to Joining. I was a
victim of the boomerang Jedi mind-whammy used by Frenier, Maqi
and SUSAN AINSLIE, Treena and Rogue. They asked-so they get.
(Much bowing and scraping.) Enjoy. ;)
Obi-Wan Kenobi flowed with the Force. He jumped higher, moved
faster and performed aerial feats that would make acrobats weep
with envy. And he did it nude.
Qui-Gon Jinn watched appreciatively. As always, his Obi-Wan
sent ripples of joy and lust down his spine.
The young Jedi landed lightly in front of his Master with his
head bowed but his eyes peeking up.
"Well done, Padawan." Qui-Gon reached out and smoothed his hand
over the long apprentice braid.
"Thank you, Master. I want to do my best." Obi-Wan raised his
head. "Master?"
"Yes, my Obi?" Qui-Gon hummed as his hand trailed its way up to
the tempting neck.
"Do you remember-would you tell me your fantasy?" Obi-Wan
quirked a grin. "I've wondered what you would consider
naughty."
A rumbling laugh escaped his Master. "I'll tell you tonight, my
heart. In bed."
Obi-Wan bounced on the bed in their vacation cabin. He thought
he would burst if Qui-Gon kept him waiting any longer for the
fantasy. The bedroom door opened and Obi-Wan collapsed onto his
back in a dramatic swoon.
Qui-Gon chuckled. "I never thought of you as a wilting flower,
my Obi. How shall I revive you?"
Annoyed that his Master refused to move from the doorway,
Obi-Wan said, "I need a story to make me rise again."
"I'll do my best," Qui-Gon responded seriously as he sent his
amusement over their bond. "It is my joy and privilege to help
you 'rise'."
Obi-Wan groaned then grinned coyly. "All talk and no play,
Qui?"
"Brat," Qui-Gon scolded. "Scoot over."
Qui-Gon settled himself beside his lover and pulled the younger
man against his chest.
Where was his Padawan? He'd told Obi-Wan not to wander off.
Their current hosts seemed very particular when it came to
Jedi. The two of them received a personal protocol officer,
pages of what they could and could not do and Force forbid that
they might actually use their powers.
Qui-Gon threw open the window of the tastefully appointed
bedroom and gazed out into the garden. Ah. There was his
Padawan. He seemed to be very friendly with the protocol
officer. The boy's charm knew no bounds.
//Boy! Obi-Wan squeaked indignantly.
Hush, Obi. We haven't gotten together yet. I still see you as a
teenager.
As long as it doesn't stay that way, Master//
The officer bowed and left Obi-Wan to enjoy the beauty of the
garden.
The young Jedi sat serenely on a conveniently placed bench as
if ready to meditate. After a few minutes he fidgeted, then
removed his cloak.
Qui-Gon drank in the beauty of his apprentice totally unaware
of anything else.
Obi-Wan stood and stretched his muscles easily losing the
outermost layer of his clothing. Qui-Gon blinked in surprise.
Yes, the pale cloth lay on the grass alongside the belt.
Apparently unconcerned, Obi-Wan opened his tunic, removed and
neatly folded the garment.
What was he doing? If anyone caught him, the Jedi could be
kicked off of this planet for years.
>>Not a bad idea, Master. This place is boring<<
>>Obi-Wan. Do not do this<<
>>But, Master, I'm sooo hot<<
>>Then work on lowering your...Obi-Wan Kenobi!!!<<
Obi-Wan stripped off the last of his tunics with a gleeful
flourish. He smiled up at his Master and ran his fingertips
over his chest. He toyed with his nipples slowly making sure
that Qui-Gon watched avidly.
>>I wish you were down here doing this to me<<
>>I am your Master<<
>>You are a man and so am I<<
Obi-Wan's hands traced their way down his chest, briefly
playing with the Padawan braid, then continuing to his
awakening penis. He moaned softly as he ran the palm of one
hand down the length of his straining erection. The other hand
gently cupped his balls and squeezed them in rhythm with his
strokes.
Distantly, Qui-Gon heard himself moan. He couldn't move,
couldn't think. If Yoda suddenly appeared and whacked him with
his gimer stick, Qui-Gon would not have noticed.
The smile on Obi-Wan's face grew larger and he increased his
speed lewdly groping himself in front of his Master.
Qui-Gon grasped the windowsill so tightly his knuckles turned
white. He gasped and they turned whiter.
Obi-Wan stopped stroking long enough to unfasten his pants and
turned his back to his Master. He sent a ripple of devious
amusement to the older man and dropped his leggings. He sighed
and ran his hands over his naked backside.
A flicker of the Force was his only warning.
Qui-Gon grabbed his apprentice and trapped him in his strong
trembling arms. "You're playing with fire, Padawan."
"Maybe I want to get burned, Master," came the husky reply.
Qui-Gon pulled his soon-to-be lover into the bushes tugging
Obi-Wan's robe with judicious use of the Force. His own cloak
fell over the light brown one making a little pallet for them.
Obi-Wan leaned up and attached his lips to Qui-Gon's. Paradise.
He opened his mouth coaxing his Master to do the same. And,
promptly lost control when the older man took the hint.
Qui-Gon sucked on Obi-Wan's lips before moving to his neck, his
hand firmly taking his lover's eager cock. He returned to the
panting mouth and thrust his tongue inside claiming the mouth
for his own.
Obi-Wan writhed and tried to make Qui-Gon move faster. His
efforts got himself pushed flat on his back pinned down by
Qui-Gon's delicious weight. He wriggled beneath his Master
pushing his hips up to meet the other man's body. Suddenly, he
couldn't move at all.
Qui-Gon sat back and let his hot eyes roam all over the
straining body of his beloved apprentice. He began to remove
his own clothes.
"Master," Obi-Wan whispered, "let me touch you please."
"No."
"But, Master..."
Qui-Gon glowered. "You deliberately flaunted yourself. You
openly challenged your Master. Do not complain when the
challenge is accepted. Accept your punishment like a Jedi."
Gentle yet insistent pressure on his thighs and Obi-Wan lay
exposed to his Master's lustful gaze.
The Jedi Master smiled.
Obi-Wan called on the Force to stifle his screams.
Qui-Gon's mouth engulfed him from tip to root in an eye-blink.
His head bobbed up and down as he sucked the delectable cock
with enthusiasm. His tongue lashed the hot organ paying
particular attention to the head.
Just when Obi-Wan thought he couldn't take any more, that
tormenting mouth nibbled at his balls. Qui-Gon's tongue lapped
and bathed each one with loving reverence bringing them into
his mouth for careful sucking.
"Master," Obi-Wan whimpered.
Qui-Gon ignored him as he nuzzled and nipped his way to the
waiting dark pucker. He slid his upper arms underneath
Obi-Wan's thighs and spread his hands across the young man's
chest. He tweaked a nipple and thrust his tongue into the sweet
orifice.
Obi-Wan's whole body jerked in spite of being Force held.
"Master!!" This time he couldn't control the scream.
>>Master, please<<
>>You can still think, my Obi? I must do something about
that<<
Ruthlessly, Qui-Gon tongue fucked Obi-Wan's anus not allowing
any respite. One hand remained on the heaving chest to twist
and pinch the aching nipples while the other roughly jerked on
the straining cock.
>>MasterMasterMasterMasterQUI-GON<<
Obi-Wan shattered completely, his body convulsively giving up
his thick seed.
"Master! Oh gods! Master!" Obi-Wan shouted as Qui-Gon rode him
hard and fast.
They hadn't been able to keep their hands off of one another
and serious fucking was the result.
Qui-Gon grabbed Obi-Wan's hips in a bruising grip using the
leverage to slam deep into the willing body. Four. Five. Six
more thrusts. Then, almost at the same moment both men gave
themselves to the blinding passion that always threatened to
consume them.
An eternity later, Qui-Gon stirred to find his apprentice
smiling dreamily at him.
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