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Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, hints of First Time
Summary: The title says it all
Feedback: I'll beg for it, if need be.
Warning: Not beta'd. Just me and my little spelling checker.
Author's Notes: If anyone can think of a better title, please
e-mail me!!
Disclaimer: George Lucas created a playground called Star Wars.
Then he gave us toys known as Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn.
How could I possibly resist playing with them? <g>
Obi-Wan glanced out the barred window. He clung to the iron
which was set firmly in place, making it near impossible for
anyone to escape. Even if they had gotten the bars off, the
space was too small for either him or his master to climb
through. He glanced in the opposite direction of the window,
down to the floor where Qui-Gon sat, cross-legged and in
perfect meditation.
Sighing for what seemed to be the millionth time, he climbed
off the small ledge that enabled prisoners to look out the
window to freedom. He had been in the same dungeon cell for
over a week now and was beginning to go stir crazy. The Padawan
slowly paced the small room, avoiding his master, who was
sitting in the direct center.
"You must remained focused, Obi-Wan," came his teacher's voice.
The young man flopped down on the single bed that graced the
small quarters. "I'm sorry, Master. I just..." he broke off in
frustration.
Qui-Gon opened his eyes and glanced at his student, who was
sprawled on the pallet in a rather ungraceful position. He hid
a smile. Despite the danger of their situation, he couldn't
help noticing that his Padawan had grown into a handsome young
man.
Pushing all thoughts of love from his head, he stood and walked
the few feet to his student. "What is the reason for your
frustration?" he asked.
Obi-Wan sat up, drawing his knees to his chest. "I still don't
understand why we allowed the Kladarians to capture us."
His Master chuckled, then sat down next to his student on the
pallet. Placing a hand on the young man's shoulder, he smiled
and said, "The Kladarians mean us no harm. We need to make them
think they have the upper hand before we can settle this
smuggling dispute."
"Surely they could've put us in better accommodations. At least
something with a little more room." Obi-Wan stretched his taut
muscles.
"Lie down, Padawan."
The student did as his master asked, not questioning him. His
tunic was pulled over his head and he was forced gently onto
his stomach. A moan forced it's way from his body as Qui-Gon
began massaging the knots in his back. He closed his eyes and
tried not to broadcast his arousal he felt as the strong hands
rubbed over his sides.
Qui-Gon smiled. His Padawan had had a crush on him since his
fifteenth birthday. Now, 5 years later, that crush had
developed into a strong love. A love which Qui-Gon shared, but
feared to complete. He wanted to ease into this relationship by
first building the trust through their bond. A brief mind touch
assured Obi-Wan that everything would work out as was planned.
The younger man felt weight being shifted, and in one fluent
motion, his master was straddling the back of his thighs. He
tried not to gasp. Clenching his fists, he forced himself to
relax, hoping that Qui-Gon didn't sense the growing arousal in
his loins. A satisfied 'mmmm' passed over his lips as the other
man hit just the right spot.
Massages weren't unusual between Master and Padawan. Normally
after lessons or just a hard day, they would take turns
relieving built up tension. He smiled as he felt the cool oil
being poured over his back. Slick hands traveled the length of
his upper torso and he sighed gently. The hands paused at the
waistband to his leggings. He tensed a little, but lifted his
hips. The pants slid easily from his body. He felt his boots
being unlaced then tugged off his feet. He tensed as the
skilled hands worked his lower half.
Qui-Gon seemed to sense the tension in the younger man. He laid
next to Obi-Wan, lazily rubbing his back. "Something wrong,
Padawan?"
The other turned to look at him. He was going to say no, but he
knew that he wasn't going to be able to lie to his teacher. He
nodded. "Yes."
"Care to share that information with me?" he asked, an amused
glint in his eye.
Obi-Wan sighed. "Remember a few months ago?"
Obi-Wan was laying in the bed he shared with Qui-Gon. The
council required that Masters remained close to their Padawans
at all times. The older man walked in from the other room and
slid into bed. Gathering up all his courage, the student leaned
over and kissed him. Quite passionately.
Qui-Gon smiled and held his apprentice close. "Yes, I remember
a few months ago. You finally worked up enough courage to
confess your true feelings toward me." He chuckled. "Then you
went and slept in the common room."
The other held back a chuckle. Gathering up his courage yet
again, he leaned over and pressed his lips to his master's.
Qui-Gon pulled him close and kissed back, letting Obi-Wan set
the pace. The latter pressed his tongue against the other man's
lips, pushing his way inside the soft cavern of Qui-Gon's
mouth. For what seemed like an eternity, but could've only been
a minute or so, the kiss continued, growing deeper and gaining
passion.
Obi-Wan released his master's lips and began nipping gently at
the slope of his neck. Qui-Gon laid back and let his student
explore; making sure he felt completely comfortable with
everything that was happening between them. Slowly the other
began to undress him. A thin sheet was pulled up over their
bodies and Obi-Wan continued kissing his way down his master's
body.
He stopped at Qui-Gon's chest where he flicked his tongue
across a pebbled nipple. Receiving a moan from his master,
Obi-Wan latched onto the nipple, worrying it between his teeth
and lips. He pulled back and the other was about to protest,
but he continued on the other nipple, creating a repeat
performance.
"Obi-Wan." The tone had a cross of pleading and warning to it.
He glanced up and smiled, then continued his trail down
Qui-Gon's body. He licked gently over the navel, then dipped
his tongue inside. He felt his master shudder slightly. Moving
lower, the young man ignored the area that screamed for his
attention. He bit down on an inner thigh.
"Obi-Wan!!"
He chuckled. "I'm sorry, Master. I just want to get to know
every inch of you." He traced his fingertips along Qui-Gon's
erection.
A moan escaped his teacher's lips. "More..."
Obi-Wan leaned down and traced his tongue along his master's
hot manhood, leaving a shimmering trail of saliva. After a
satisfacory moan, he plunged down on the organ, enveloping it
in his hot, velvety mouth. Strong legs wrapped themselves
around his back and he grabbed onto Qui-Gon's thighs to brace
himself.
Taking a deep breath, he swallowed, bringing more of his master
into him. He listened to the moans of pleasure for a brief
second before continuing his torture. His throat muscles
constricted then expanded. He pulled back slightly and
swallowed again.
"Obi-Wan... I'm..."
Qui-Gon couldn't finish his sentence as he came, spilling his
passion into the student's mouth. Obi-Wan crawled up his
lover's body and kissed him gently. He dozed off slightly,
exhausted.
"Obi-Wan?" A quiet whisper.
"Hum?"
The other man chuckled. "Go to sleep, my love."
The apprentice obliged, snuggling against his master's chest.
His breathing evened out and he was asleep in a few minutes.
Qui-Gon was quick to follow.
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