It was one of the rare arguments they had. Obi-Wan had been
involved in a particularly rough training session, and Qui-Gon
had been critical of his lack of concentration. During the
exercises he had lowered his guard and repeatedly dropped his
lightsaber.
"Do you ever give me credit for effort, at least?" the young
Jedi was exasperated. "I did the best I could!"
Qui-Gon folded his arms sternly. "If such is the case then, in
combat situations you just might find yourself
decapitated. This isn't the first time you've had a lapse,
Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan turned away. I'm distracted, all right. I've got the
hots for the finest Master on Coruscant.
"It's not that serious. It won't happen again." Defensive.
Qui-Gon softened, touching his arm. "Padawan, I don't mean to
be harsh. It's just that...I know what you're capable of. Is it
something I can help you with?"
Obi-Wan looked into the deep blue eyes, laced with concern. His
throat went dry.
"I...I don't know if it's a training problem."
Qui-Gon drew him closer. "What, then. Personal?"
He nodded.
"Come. Let's continue this in the living room."
They went into their living area quarters. Qui-Gon sat on the
couch, pulling Obi-Wan alongside.
A large hand touched his cheek. "Now tell me. What is it that
distracts you so?"
Do I tell the truth or give him a 'proper' answer?
Obi-Wan debated.
Qui-Gon observed him. Force, he is beautiful. If the Council
knew my desires they would surely lock me away.
Obi-Wan coughed nervously. The emerald eyes were bright.
"I guess the best way is to just say it. I...haven't had my
mind on everyday matters for some time."
"Your focus is somewhere else?"
The high cheekbones flushed. "Not exactly. You might say I'm
out of focus" don't cop out now, Obi-Wan!
Qui-Gon reached out, massaging his hand gently. "You can tell
me anything. Trust me."
The younger Jedi was encouraged. "There's someone I am in love
with. Someone that I want so much, I can't think straight."
The blue eyes darkened. "Sounds like a dilemma. Does this
person return your feelings?"
Obi-Wan stared into his eyes. "I hope so with all my heart.
I've wanted us to be together for so long."
"Is this someone on Coruscant? Another padawan?"
Obi-Wan shook his head slowly, continuing his intense gaze. He
leaned forward a little.
"No" he breathed. "Far more than that. Someone I would love
forever. Someone with whom I would share my body and soul."
Qui-Gon was nearly lost. The shimmering spiky hair, brilliant
green eyes and sensuous lips. Cheekbones to kill for. Soft,
golden skin. And a body he could gladly ravage any day of the
week.
Fool! Control, lest you lose everything!
He swallowed. "I am...certain you will resolve this. Your love
is fortunate indeed" he stood abruptly.
"Let's eat dinner. Perhaps a good meal will help. In the
meantime Obi-Wan, don't worry overmuch. If your beloved feels
the same way, you will know."
The young man stared up at him. What's he trying to tell
me?? his heart thumped with hope.
A big hand drew him up. "Come on, stop moping. You need to eat"
Qui-Gon smiled softly.
Their dinner was quite good. Malari steaks with mixed rice and
boogrq vegetables in season. Qui-Gon even felt mellow enough to
break out Sheelth Wine.
They laughed and joked as their warmth and companionship locked
into a comfort zone.
"I must apologize Master. My earlier outburst no doubt seemed a
bit...sappy."
The impossibly intense gaze fixed him. "On the contrary" the
deep voice rumbled. "I found it most endearing."
Obi-Wan stared in silence, taking in the handsome features and
night blue eyes. The olive toned rock solid body he knew
existed under yards of fabric. The impossible mane of hair,
bound tightly into a horsetail down his back.
When's the last time I saw him out of those drab robes?
Realizing he was staring, Obi-Wan quickly looked down at his
plate.
Qui-Gon smiled slowly. I have plans for this luscious fruit.
Patience, you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams.
Later they watched a movie on their home viewscreen.
After it was over, Qui-Gon got up and reached for his cloak and
cowl. "Obi-Wan, I'm going to the dispensary. I'll be back in
about an hour or so" he eyed the younger man critically. "You
need rest, padawan."
Obi-Wan rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Guess you're right. It's
been a looong day."
Qui-Gon smiled to himself as he headed for the door. And
it's going to be an even longer night.
Obi-Wan had bathed and put on a thick robe. He crawled into
bed.
Just what I needed, he thought. But his body ached badly. He
looked down at a bulging erection.
Should've made it a cold shower instead.
He massaged the bulge. "Ghods, this thing hurts. Want him so
bad..."
He began to fantasize. Closing his eyes, he formed a mental
picture.
Qui-Gon kissing him in all his sensitive places, pulling off
his clothes. Hot breath on the tip of his cock. The powerful
throat taking him in deeply. Thickly muscled arms crushing him
in an embrace.
He pulled himself faster and faster, bouncing the bed.
"Force!!" he shouted, eyes snapping open. His hand was gooey
with cum. He waited a few moments for his breathing to calm.
I'd better change before Qui-Gon gets back.
Sighing, he padded toward the bathroom.
Qui-Gon returned home with his package.
All the lights were out. My padawan must be asleep.
He peeked in the bedroom. Obi-Wan was out, sprawled on the bed
wearing a towel. He smiled at the sight. The bronzed body
gleamed in the moonlight.
Delicious. I must hurry. He went into the bathroom.
A taut erection pushed against his Jedi robe. Impatiently he
removed the offending material, dropping it to the floor. He
opened his package.
Let's see how you like this, padawan.
He pulled out a cutaway latex body suit. Qui-Gon held it up to
the sink mirror. He grinned wickedly.
Peekaboo, Obi-Wan, I see you.
He stretched the material over his muscled form. The bodysuit
fit like a shiny black spiderweb. It showed a great deal
of flesh.
Especially in the front. He pulled his cock through the front
opening.
Nice, if I do say so myself Qui-Gon allowed, viewing
himself in the mirror. His nipples poked out underneath a cross
body strap on his chest. Black calf boots completed the
ensemble. He unbraided his hair, letting it tumble freely down
his back.
With a predatory smile, he headed for the bedroom.
Obi-Wan slept a quiet, dreamless sleep. But his body felt warm.
Too warm. He tried to move, but was restrained. How?
Shifting, sliding warmth. Stinging pain. A pleasant ache.
Sting.
His eyes opened slowly, groggily. Heat rolled in his groin.
A slap, loud this time. He jolted, awake now.
"Whuu. Master?!" his eyes widened in shock.
Qui-Gon sat alongside the bed in that...outfit. Obi-Wan sat up,
staring.
Ghods. Is this the same Qui-Gon I saw earlier today?
"You are surprised?" faint smile.
Obi-Wan couldn't take his eyes off the sight. The fantasies
he'd had about that body...
Couldn't touch the real thing.
"Master" he breathed in disbelief. "How do you come here like
this. I never knew that you...had this side to you."
Qui-Gon lay back, sensuously. "It is no 'side', padawan. I love
you. I want you. And by the stars, I will have you
tonight!"
Pulse racing, the younger Jedi roamed his eyes over the big
body. "Are you saying that, that..." he reached out
tentatively.
Qui-Gon grabbed his hand, guiding it over his body. "Touch me
everywhere, my love. Long have I waited for this."
Sculpted hands ran over the silky skin, fingers sliding under
the latex webs. "Oh ghods, Master. You're perfect. Beautiful."
Qui-Gon threw his head back, hair tumbling about the bed.
"Hardly perfect, Obi-Wan" he smiled nonetheless.
Heat danced in his groin. Obi-Wan reached for Qui-Gon's head,
grabbing handfuls of hair. He pulled the fine face forward,
pressed lips.
/I disagree, Qui-Gon. You are fine as hell, and built like a
shid brickhouse. I love you, so much./
The kiss was long, hot, and wet. Qui-Gon groaned, grabbing at
Obi-Wan's towel, yanking it off. He pulled Obi-Wan on top,
stroked the damp hips, massaging the lush backside. Obi-Wan
panted, rubbing his body against Qui-Gon's. His tongue teased
the thick nipples out from underneath a latex chest strap,
tasting the sweet tang of olive skin. Qui-Gon grit his teeth in
pleasure, closing his eyes.
Tight erections rubbed between sweat slicked bodies. Obi-Wan's
cock slipped inside Qui-Gon's latex webbing, stroking against
bellies as their bodies slid together. The sensations drove him
insane. They pulled slowly out of the sweltering kiss. Lips
stuck together as Qui-Gon spoke, holding his lover's face
against his own.
"Obi-Wan" he breathed roughly. "Do as I say this night and my
pleasure shall be yours."
Obi-Wan's eyes were nearly closed. "I want what you want" he
whispered.
Another smacking, loud kiss. Qui-Gon slapped the plump
buttocks.
"Stand up" he growled. "Face the wall."
Obi-Wan sighed softly, sliding off the bed. Qui-Gon held him
from behind, stroking the smooth chest and thighs. Leaning
forward, he pecked kisses along the golden neck and shoulders.
//You are so beautiful, Obi-Wan. I can barely control myself.//
His padawan leaned back, face flushed. /I've wanted you...for
so long, Qui-Gon.../
The broad hands slapped his thighs.
"Uuhh" Obi-Wan gasped at the stinging sensations. His balls
twitched.
Qui-Gon pushed him up against the wall, rubbing his thick shaft
between Obi-Wan's crevice. Slowly, tortuously, sliding hips
side to side. Obi-Wan groaned loudly. Qui-Gon lifted Obi-Wan's
hands high up over his head, holding them against the wall with
force cuffs. He stood back, observing the sight.
"Yesss" he approved, licking his lips. "Now you are mine."
Obi-Wan attempted to turn around. "Qui-Gon" he rasped, green
eyes glowing.
Qui-Gon slapped his ass. Hard. "Did I tell you to turn around?"
more slaps, stinging the lush buttocks.
Obi-Wan quivered with delight. "Aah. no, Master..."
Qui-Gon continued his assault, slapping both cheeks
mercilessly. Obi-Wan arched up, panting. "Ggghh!"
Then he leaned forward, biting along the bronzed back and
shoulder blades. Obi-Wan gasped as the short beard tickled
along his skin while hard teeth stabbed fire.
Long tongue snaking down his back, across his hips, wetting a
trail.
"Nnnmm. Sweet. Like...mm...honey" nails raked along golden
thighs.
Obi-Wan started to twitch. "Guh, Qui-Gon, please..." his balls
were getting tight.
Sliding lower, Qui-Gon ran his tongue down the crack, slipping
it inside the puckered opening.
"Sith!!" Obi-Wan cursed, grimacing with delight. His
hips yanked up.
Hair hanging down in a curtain to the floor, Qui-Gon reached
underneath his lover's crotch, even as the wet tongue slithered
up further.
A rough hand slapped Obi-Wan's balls rapidly. Qui-Gon withdrew
his tongue, nearly making his padawan come. He was almost there
himself, sweating, thick cock swaying heavily over the floor.
"Now, I want it now!!" Obi-Wan shouted in pleasure. His
erection pointed at the wall.
Grunting, Qui-Gon continued to slap his balls. Then his cock.
Back and forth. //Burst...together//
Clenching and jerking, nearly crying out, Obi-Wan arched his
back. He was leaking now.
Quick kiss licks on his ass, nip and bite. The cheeks were red
now. Nips on the back of luscious thighs. The wet tongue in the
bend of his legs, behind the knees.
Obi-Wan felt something thick and heavy bump against his butt as
Qui-Gon quickly stood up behind him. Heat and sweat were near
his back. More ass slaps, almost painful now.
"Aaagh! Oh pleaseplease" he begged, moaning now, body throbbing
with need. "This feels so good!" Obi-Wan reared back, wanting
more. The heavy cock bounced off his butt.
Qui-Gon licked the back his neck. The curtain of hair fell over
their shoulders. "I've got something that feels even better" he
rasped roughly, plunging inside the plump ass.
Obi-Wan shrieked as the powerful body drove into him. Qui-Gon
rode him hard, hammering the shaking buttocks. He was lifted,
feet off the floor...
And riding high. Bouncing and heaving, happy and humping.
His eyes rolled as fire shot up his back, a sweet aching
explosion.
"Yes! Dammit! Aaaaaaah....!"
Wracking with pleasure, he shot all over the wall.
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