Archive: Master and Apprentice, The Nesting Place(hopefully in
the near future) anyone else ask
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Q/O sex, light bondage, no angst, no owies, cameo
appearances
Series: Fantasy
Spoilers: The iceberg hits the Titanic and it sinks.
Summary: PirateQui-Gon on the high seas with JediObi as his
prisoner.
Feedback: Yes, yes, oh yesyesyesyes. (Door slams open) My god
you two are like rabbits. Get off the computer. Bad Jedi! How
in the sithhell did you get into that position?
Notes: I asked for fantasy ideas and got a lot of them.
Congrats to Susan and Kathye. The pirate idea is from Susan.
The in-public-but-nobody -knows-what-they're-doing idea is from
Kathye. (Each comes with a twist of oddjob103.)
"So, Brother," Qui-Gon Jinn, rogue pirate captain, began as he
circled his captive. "What do you do all day in that Temple of
yours?"
Obi-Wan looked at the pirate calmly, even though the man's
hungry stare discomfited him. "We meditate, train, and study
the Force."
"What a waste," Qui-Gon tsked. "Take off those robes."
The suddenness of the command took the young man by surprise.
Seeing the thunderclouds on his captor's face, Obi-Wan sighed
and slowly complied.
/Gods/ Qui-Gon thought /The man could be one hell of a
courtesan with moves like those/
"Are you celibate?" the pirate asked.
"Many Jedi are," Obi-Wan evaded.
Qui-Gon stood in front of the younger man and tilted his face
up to look into his changeable eyes. "Are you?"
Unwillingly, Obi-Wan said, "No."
"Good. I don't want to commit any more blasphemy than what I
already have planned."
Before the Jedi could question that statement, Qui-Gon grabbed
him and kissed him hard.
The pirate continued the onslaught not allowing his captive any
time to think. He fumbled with the lacing of his pants and
sighed with relief when they opened. His erection sprang free
and he rubbed himself against Obi-Wan's matching hardness.
He finally released the slightly bruised mouth so they could
get some air and to turn Obi-Wan around. The pirate shoved him
gently across the edge of the bed so that he braced himself on
his arms with his ass at the perfect height for Qui-Gon's cock.
The older man grabbed the jar of lubricant on the bedside table
and quickly prepared himself. He reached between the taut
buttocks of his soon-to-be lover and began preparing for his
entry.
Obi-Wan froze at the first touch of a finger there. He'd heard
about what men did to each other in the privacy of their rooms.
He'd never participated until now.
Qui-Gon grinned as Obi-Wan howled in surprised pleasure. "Feels
good, doesn't it?" he rasped into the young man's ear as he
continued to stroke the prostate.
The Jedi pushed back against the tormenting hand wanting more.
Qui-Gon was happy to oblige. He removed his fingers and started
pushing his cock in the relaxed hole.
Obi-Wan shuddered in helpless pleasure. He'd never known-how
could he have known?
"Please."
Qui-Gon thought he'd imagined the sound.
"Please."
The pirate grinned. "Please what, little one?"
"More," Obi-Wan gasped at a particularly wicked thrust.
"Lean forward on your elbows."
When Obi-Wan complied, Qui-Gon grabbed the strong muscular
thighs and held the lower half of his lover's body off of the
floor.
Obi-Wan couldn't do anything. He couldn't move. He couldn't
speak. All he could do was feel.
Qui-Gon thrust in and out of the small hole rapidly, then
slowly. He picked up speed then slowed down. He relished the
quivering moans coming from the younger man and abruptly
lowered his thighs. The sudden change in position triggered
Obi-Wan's orgasm and his cock spurted all over the floor.
The pirate gently pulled out and let Obi-Wan put his legs under
him. He quickly helped the young Jedi lay back on the bed
making sure the legs spread open for him.
Qui-Gon moved into position and whispered, "Put your legs
around my waist."
Still coming down from his sex high, Obi-Wan obediently did as
bid.
"Yes, my sweet little Jedi, you will make a wonderful lover."
He thrust back inside enjoying the scream of pleasure.
This time he didn't let up. He fucked the tight little hole
hard and fast. He laughed as Obi-Wan writhed and begged for
completion. He took the sweet ass in his hands, raised it to an
angle then relentlessly plowed the barely opened passage until
he came in thick spurts.
He collapsed on top of Obi-Wan panting for air.
Eventually, the repetition of the word 'please' penetrated the
sexual fog in his brain.
"What is it, my Obi?"
"Please, I need..." He gestured to himself.
"Ah. Never fear. I will take care of the problem." Qui-Gon slid
down the young body and engulfed the straining erection in his
mouth. He sucked as ruthlessly as he fucked. Obi-Wan came
quickly.
Obi-Wan strained and pulled against his bonds that bound him to
the headboard of the bed to no avail. The gag prevented him
from cursing Qui-Gon. And worse, he couldn't suck his lover.
Qui-Gon currently nursed at his lover's cock as if it were his
only source of nourishment. He lay on his back with his head
pointed toward Obi-Wan's feet and his own cock pointing
temptingly at the gagged mouth.
He slid two fingers into Obi-Wan's well broken in ass finding
the prostate quickly. He finger fucked the eager hole never
letting up on the rigid cock halfway down his throat.
He teasingly raised his hips to allow his cock to brush against
the gag.
Obi-Wan jerked harder against his bonds muffled enraged screams
coming from his throat. Qui-Gon would pay dearly for this.
He couldn't hold on against his lover's determined lovemaking
and emptied himself down the open throat.
Qui-Gon looked at the sated features of his beloved Jedi. Ah,
there it was. That spark of rebellion in those quicksilver
eyes. He deliberately reached down to stroke himself making
sure he rubbed the tip across Obi-Wan's lips. When he noticed
the younger man's reawakening arousal, the pirate quickly moved
behind the taut body and thrust his aching cock deep inside.
Obi-Wan let out another muffled scream as his lover took his
pleasure. /Oh, Force/ he thought /more, please more/
The older man didn't disappoint. He rammed himself in and out
knowing that Obi-Wan wouldn't be able to take his lover again
for days. He didn't care. They could always use their mouths.
The doors to the theater opened and the attendants, Susan and
Kathye, put on their professional smiles. They thanked everyone
and wished the patrons a pleasant day.
They bowed respectfully to the two smiling Jedi-obviously
Master and Apprentice-they had noticed earlier. The Jedi
returned the bow and left quickly.
Puzzled, Susan asked Kathye, "Now what do you suppose made them
smile like that?"
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