Master Apprentice  Archive Photographs & Memories:The Life and Times of Qui-Gon Jinn - 2000-01-29 |
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
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Rating: NC17
Category: PWP; Romance
Spoilers: None
Summary: A series of "photographs" and "memories" that relate to Qui-Gon. Each segment is a stand-alone piece, and they are in no certain order.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
Author's Notes: These were inspired by the wonderful series "Snapshots: Obi-Wan Kenobi, This Is Your Life" done by Pumpkin. It is with her permission that I attempt a similar series about Qui-Gon's life. Pumpkin, thank you so much for allowing me to play in your sandbox.
Obi-Wan snuggles closer to the warm body behind him and feels the large arms that are
encircling him pull him closer. He tries to burrow deeper into sleep but is stopped when
he feels a wet tongue lazily outlining his ear.
"Mmmm," he mumbles softly, turning his head into the warm caress.
A hot tongue and soft lips move slowly from his ear across his cheek and to his mouth. The
kiss is soft and tender, the tongue barely a whisper over his lips. He opens his mouth
just enough to allow the seeking tongue entrance and turns slowly in the loving arms so
that he is chest to chest with his Master.
Qui-Gon deepens the kiss, languidly tasting and exploring his Apprentice's mouth.
Obi-Wan's arms go around Qui-Gon's back, pulling him close, as he pushes a leg between his
Master's thick thighs. Qui-Gon moans softly as Obi-Wan's thigh gently rubs his morning
erection through the thin sleep pants. "Mmmm," Obi-Wan mumbles again as he feels
himself growing aroused.
The older man gently rolls them so that Obi-Wan is lying on his back, and Qui-Gon is
pressed atop him. Qui-Gon continues to deeply kiss his Padawan as Obi-Wan gently thrusts
his hips upward, aching for contact.
After a moment, Qui-Gon's mouth begins to trail slow hot kisses down his throat. "I
like this," Obi-Wan whispers softly as he runs his hands up his Master's muscular
bare back. Qui-Gon's hands are moving also, sliding slowly down Obi-Wan's chest, pausing
at his nipples to gently flick and tweak them.
Obi-Wan groans deeply, spreading his legs to allow his Master to settle between them as
Qui-Gon continues licking and kissing his way down the younger man's chest. "So
wonderful," Obi-Wan whispers when Qui-Gon's lips and tongue move to his flat, brown
nipple. It pebbles instantly under his Master's touch eliciting another soft moan from his
Apprentice.
Qui-Gon lazily licks his way to the other nipple, which has already hardened in
anticipation, and he gently nips at it before soothing it with his tongue. Obi-Wan's hands
entangle in his Master's long, thick hair, urging him downward and Qui-Gon complies,
moving to lave the younger man's navel.
Qui-Gon massages Obi-Wan's thighs as his mouth travels lower, his tongue lightly running
underneath the elastic of the sleep pants his Apprentice wears. Suddenly Qui-Gon buries
his face in Obi-Wan's crotch, nuzzling and sucking the young man's erection through the
cloth.
"So, so good, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan moans loudly as he arches up into his Master's
mouth.
Qui-Gon groans, the sound rumbling deep from within his chest and Obi-Wan shivers at the
sensation.
At that moment the com link sounds and Qui-Gon sighs deeply before raising his head to
look at his Padawan.
"I know, Master," Obi-Wan sighs. "Duty first."
Qui-Gon rises gracefully to his feet and strides over to the com link. "Jinn
here," he says, somewhat gruffly.
"Your presence is required immediately in Council Chambers," came the tinny,
automated voice.
"On my way," Qui-Gon growls as he ends the message.
Turning to look at his young Apprentice, Qui-Gon sighs again. "We will continue this
tonight," he promises seductively.
"I don't suppose you'd be interested in a quick shower together," Obi-Wan asks
hopefully.
Qui-Gon looks longingly at Obi-Wan for a moment and then chuckles quietly. "I would
be very interested, Padawan. Unfortunately, an immediate Council summons means just
that." He turns, still smiling, and heads for the fresher. A few minutes later he
emerges, dressed and ready to go.
He moves to the bed and leans down to tenderly kiss Obi-Wan, holding the young man's face
in his large hands. "I love you, Master," Obi-Wan whispers.
Qui-Gon's thumb gently traces the full lips of his Padawan as he stares intently into
Obi-Wan's blue-green eyes. "As I do you, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon whispers back before
leaning in for one more kiss. "Until tonight then?"
"Until tonight, Master," Obi-Wan answers as Qui-Gon moves away. He watches as
his Master reaches for his robe and then he is gone, the door whispering closed behind
him.
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