Disclaimer #1: I own no Jedi, I have no money, go away bad
lawyer men.
Disclaimer #2: I hereby admit that I have never, ever, in my
life written slash for any fandom before, and in fact didn't
even know what slash was (yes, yes, I'm an innocent) before I
stumbled across the m_a site in August. I can't say that what
I've done here with the nekkid boys is all that inspiring, but
I've lost my slash virginity in any case. I'm very proud.
Feedback . . . would be most welcome. You have no idea how many
times I gave this up and tossed it away. But Chelle said post,
so I'm posting.
Thanks to: 'Chelle, for the awesome beta and for convincing me
not once but several times not to just give up. And because I
guess this is all her fault anyway, since she posted the first
slash I ever read and got me hooked.
/emphasized words/
::thoughts::
*telepathy*
"A holovid?" Qui-Gon asked, his voice raising slightly in
disbelief.
"You're not supposed to laugh," Obi-Wan remonstrated sleepily,
stretching cat-like before rolling onto his side and curling
up, his head resting on Qui-Gon's chest. "If you do, I'll never
answer that question again."
"I'm just surprised, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon responded with a fond
smile. "I thought your heart's desire would be something a
little more exotic than a holovid."
"Well, that and a chance to watch it with you without some
emergency popping up that demanded our immediate attention on
the other side of the galaxy." Scooting a little higher on the
bed, Obi-Wan rolled over, throwing one arm idly over his lover.
"Do you know how long it's been since I had free time?"
"That's the purpose behind our vacation," Qui-Gon said fondly,
hand reaching down to brush through the spiky hair on his
Padawan's head. "I didn't realize that all I'd have to do was
get a couple of holovids to make you happy."
"And cheese," Obi-Wan responded, voice muffled against
Qui-Gon's chest. "I like cheese." The head tilted slightly,
green eyes sliding up to meet Qui-Gon's. "What about you?"
"Time with you is always my heart's desire--hey!" Swatting at
the fingers that had tangled in his hair and tugged sharply,
Qui-Gon grimaced. "What was that for?"
"You're already spending the vacation with me, Qui-Gon. I
thought the point of this discussion was to decide what we are
going to do." The long fingers stopped tugging and started
stroking. "Are you just put out because I didn't say I wanted
three straight weeks of sex?"
"Should I be?" Qui-Gon retorted, hand drifting back down to
resume caressing Obi-Wan's hair.
"I really thought that was a given," Obi-Wan yawned. "I want a
holovid. I want cheese. And I want you." Climbing up Qui-Gon's
body, Obi-Wan brushed a light kiss against the other man's
lips. "I'm going to sleep now, because I have an quantum
physics test early tomorrow morning. I expect that you'll have
figured out what you want by the time we leave tomorrow
afternoon." Sleepy green eyes blinked owlishly at him as
Obi-Wan pulled back. "Just remember to bring holovids. And
cheese."
Sighing wearily, Qui-Gon couldn't help but smile as his lover
squirmed around, pressing his back into Qui-Gon's side as he
tangled his legs into far more than his fair share of the
blankets.
Leaning over to brush a kiss against his Padawan's temple,
Qui-Gon murmured, "Good night, Obi-Wan." Settling back into the
bed, Qui-Gon wrapped his Padawan in a lose embrace, smiling as
one warm hand crept up to intertwine fingers loosely with his
own. The younger man muttered something softly, shifting so
that his face pressed into the crook of Qui-Gon's elbow. A few
moments later a soft kiss brushed across the sensitive skin,
lips soft and warm.
"Love you," Obi-Wan murmured, nuzzling his face into Qui-Gon's
arm with a sleepy mutter that told Qui-Gon that his lover was
talking in his sleep.
"And I you," Qui-Gon responded, knowing that it fell on deaf
ears but feeling the need to say it anyway as his eyes drifted
shut.
~*~
"Are you sure the Council isn't going to contact us?" Obi-Wan
asked for the fifth time, snuggling deeper into Qui-Gon's side.
"Vacation time is not exactly sacred--remember our last
vacation?"
"If you don't stop fretting you're not going to enjoy the
holovid," Qui-Gon said seriously. "And in that case, I would
have to contact the Council and tell them that my Padawan was
blatantly ignoring a Council dictate--that he relax and enjoy
himself."
Obi-Wan shot him an exasperated look, reaching up to tug a lock
of hair. "I'm serious, Master." Stretching one arm idly above
his head, Obi-Wan relaxed back into his Master's arms. "Maybe
I'm just too conditioned to action or something. Brainwashed. I
keep thinking that there is something I should be doing."
"Relax, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon responded. "Watch the holovid. Eat
some cheese. Maybe we can actually sit down and have a
conversation later."
Obi-Wan's eyes went wide. "We can still do that? I thought all
we could do was save the galaxy and make passionate love--and
maybe take a break every once in a while to annoy the Council."
A teasing smile formed on the younger man's lips. "Not that I'm
complaining," he drawled, green eyes wide with a very
convincing look of innocence. "There's nothing I like more than
saving thousands of life and celebrating with wine and a side
of Jedi Master." Obi-Wan sighed, the mock innocence dropping
from his face. "But I rather miss the times when I could sit
and just be with you. Talk to you without having to think about
missions or the Council or serious things. Just talk."
The slightly wistful tone of his lover's voice touched Qui-Gon.
Turning the holovid off with an absent wave of one hand, he
tugged Obi-Wan until the smaller man was sprawled across his
lap. "Let's talk," he said softly, reaching down to trail a
finger across Obi-Wan's cheek. "Like we used to."
"In order to talk like we used to, I'd probably have to detach
myself from you." Grinning down at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan shifted so
that he was kneeling astride Qui-Gon's hips. "I don't recall
sitting like this to talk when I was fifteen."
"Have I ever spoken to you on the merits of change, Padawan?"
Qui-Gon asked, hands coming to rest on Obi-Wan's hips.
"I believe you may have mentioned it once or twice," Obi-Wan
responded with a smile. "Fine, I'll stay in your lap. I just
would like to know how long we're going to last sitting like
this before one of us decides that clothing is unnecessary."
"I'm a Jedi Master, my Padawan," Qui-Gon responded seriously.
"I have a fair amount of control."
"Uh-huh," Obi-Wan replied, moving his hips forward and shifting
languidly against Qui-Gon. "So, what were we going to talk
about?"
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon protested, voice a little strangled. The
hands on Obi-Wan's narrow hips tightened, holding him in place.
"We were going to talk."
"I'm happy talking," Obi-Wan said brightly, the suspicious
hardness pressing into Qui-Gon's hip telling an entirely
different story. "Let's talk about the Force."
"And what exactly about the Force would you like to discuss,
Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon was rather proud that he managed to keep his
tone even with Obi-Wan's hips pressing into his in a way that
totally contradicted the bright-eyed look of innocence his
Padawan was wearing.
"I think that the living Force grants Jedi gifts that more than
make up for our call to service." One of Obi-Wan's hands
drifted behind him, landing on Qui-Gon's knee and rubbing
slowly as Obi-Wan cocked his head to one side, regarding
Qui-Gon silently and waiting for a response.
Gathering the tattered shreds of his control, Qui-Gon ignored
the electricity shooting from every point that Obi-Wan's body
connected with his. "I was not aware that we needed
compensation, Obi-Wan. The knowledge that we serve the Light is
all the reward any Jedi should need." Deciding that a little
distraction would do Obi-Wan good, Qui-Gon slid both of his
hands down to slowly begin massaging the hard muscles of the
younger man's thighs, smiling slightly as Obi-Wan's head fell
back a little, breath catching on a tiny gasp of pleasure
before the green eyes regarded him solemnly again.
"I do not say that the reward is sought, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan
replied, deliberately caressing the syllables of his Master's
name as he let them slide from his tongue. Although Qui-Gon had
long ago granted Obi-Wan permission to call him by name when
they were alone, Obi-Wan seemed to enjoy teasing him with the
title of Master, making it almost a caress . . .
. . . and when he /did/ speak Qui-Gon's name . . . sometimes he
thought all his Padawan needed to seduce him was the
opportunity to say those three syllables.
Qui-Gon blushed when he realized Obi-Wan was staring at him
expectantly, a small knowing smile on his lips. Letting his
hands slide around to the small of Obi-Wan's back, Qui-Gon
regarded Obi-Wan solemnly. "I am intrigued to hear the
conclusion of your argument," Qui-Gon said softly.
"Of course, Qui-Gon." Smiling, Obi-Wan let his hips undulate
against Qui-Gon's once before continuing. "Although the reward
is not sought, I believe that the Force grants it to us
regardless. The Force is not a harsh mistress, Master. She
rewards those who serve her, even when they do so without
expecting reward." A smile and another gyration of those
maddening hips accompanied the statement, and despite himself
Qui-Gon let out a low growl, leaning forward to kiss the cleft
in Obi-Wan's chin, reveling in the sharp intake of breath that
was released in a harsh sigh.
"Control, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan responded raggedly, shifting his
hips forward again, hands landing on Qui-Gon's shoulders and
squeezing as his Master choked on a groan.
"A true master of control," Qui-Gon said, raising his eyes to
catch his Padawan's, "knows when it's best to put control
aside."
"But I haven't told you what I believe our reward from the
Force is yet," Obi-Wan said, voice suddenly husky as he pulled
back to stare at Qui-Gon, eyes gone dark emerald with desire.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Obi-Wan let one hand slide down
Qui-Gon's chest, fingers brushing a pebbled nipple through the
thin shirt.
"Enlighten me," Qui-Gon rasped, burying his face in Obi-Wan's
neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.
Strong fingers tangled in his hair, pulling Qui-Gon's face back
so that Obi-Wan could look him directly in the eyes. "This is
our reward," he breathed, fingers massaging Qui-Gon's skull
lightly as Obi-Wan leaned forward to press his forehead against
his Master's.
The onslaught of emotions was so sudden that Qui-Gon's breath
caught in his throat, releasing on a strangled moan as he was
overrun with the sheer force of Obi-Wan's love, reverberating
through the Force between them. Qui-Gon's head fell back
helplessly, his entire body caught up in the almost visible
swirls of the living Force around him, caressing his mind and
heart and soul--meeting with his own love that poured from him
in response. Gaining in strength, the emotions built, twining
around both men and binding them in invisible chains of
devotion.
Forcing himself to look at Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon's breath caught
again, unable to believe the beauty of the man stretched out
before him, back arched and head tilted back as Obi-Wan let
Qui-Gon's love sent in return lave his soul, wrapping him in
emotional ecstasy. The beloved green eyes drifted open as
Obi-Wan forced himself to meet Qui-Gon's eyes, his entire face
alight with love and passion.
Qui-Gon's entire body suddenly ached to be in contact with
Obi-Wan. Letting out a low growl, he moved.
Obi-Wan's world upended in a sudden surge of muscle, and he
found himself flat on his back on the floor, Qui-Gon's mouth
rushing down to meet his. Lips parted with an audible moan,
Obi-Wan's tongue surging hungrily into Qui-Gon's mouth, meeting
and tangling in a slippery dance that left both men gasping for
breath.
"So much hunger," Qui-Gon breathed when he pulled back,
forehead pressing into Obi-Wan's. Their breath mingled as
Obi-Wan leaned up for another kiss, this one softer, lips
meshing and parting slowly, Obi-Wan's mouth drawing back to
catch Qui-Gon's lower lip between gentle teeth. Qui-Gon
breathed out shakily as the younger man's fingers plunged into
his hair, cradling his head as Obi-Wan pulled back to brush a
gentle kiss against Qui-Gon's parted lips.
"So much love," Obi-Wan corrected. His body surged up against
Qui-Gon's, and the older man acquiesced willingly, rolling over
and pulling Obi-Wan on top of him. "Love you," Obi-Wan
whispered, fingers fanning out on either side of Qui-Gon's face
as he curved his hands around the beloved cheeks, both thumbs
sneaking out to tease at the slightly puffy lips.
"Love you too," Qui-Gon whispered, lips parting to draw one
thumb into the warm mouth, teeth worrying gently as a rough
tongue slid against the sensitive pad. Obi-Wan let out a
stuttered moan, eyes going dusky green as he stared down at his
lover, drawing his thumb back and trailing it across Qui-Gon's
lower lip. "I have only one request," Qui-Gon murmured softly,
entire body feeling languid as he basked in the love still
reverberating back and forth between himself and his lover.
"And what would that be?" Obi-Wan responded, voice throaty as
he rested his chin on his Master's chest, one hand still idly
caressing the planes of his face, fingers exploring and
caressing the arch of Qui-Gon's eyebrow and the curve of his
cheek and lips as if they were a work of art. The tenderness of
the possessive gesture caught at Qui-Gon, tugging his heart as
he whispered the next words.
"That we move this to a slightly less hard surface." Smiling
down at his love, Qui-Gon let one hand drift down to trail
through the soft hair. "Old bones don't much care for the floor
anymore."
"I don't have any problem with the hard surface I'm stretched
out on," Obi-Wan commented lazily, shifting his hips languidly
against Qui-Gon's as he captured one of his Master's hands and
drew it to his lips for a kiss. "I suppose I could consider
relocating though, if you promise we can resume this
position--and you stop calling your bones old. I can assure you
that they are all in working order, more or less." Obi-Wan's
teeth nipped softly at Qui-Gon's thumb as he cast his lover a
heated look, one of Qui-Gon's fingers disappeared into
Obi-Wan's mouth as the younger man teased the captured digit
with teeth and tongue.
"Without question," Qui-Gon responded, voice coming out on a
low moan. Unable to resist the look on Obi-Wan's face, Qui-Gon
freed his finger from the cavern of his lover's mouth and
pulled the younger man up his body for another languid kiss,
enjoying the passion that was on slow simmer. Tongues met and
tangled again, this time slowly as both men fought to prolong
the soft crescendo of desire. Their bond opened more fully,
another rush of unconditional love flooding back and forth as
the kiss begin to become more demanding, Obi-Wan's hands
tangling in Qui-Gon's hair as the older man let his hands drift
down to Obi-Wan's back, fingers trailing in slow, lazy circles.
It was Obi-Wan who pulled back, tugging his Master to his feet
as he backed towards the bedroom, fingers tangled in the others
man's tunic as he encouraged Qui-Gon with heated mental images,
sending his Master glimpses of both of them entwined in bed,
sweat covered bodies sliding against each other as two pairs of
lungs lifted in breathless moans of need. The eyelids drooped
half-shut as lazy green eyes raked over Qui-Gon, a small, smug
smile twisting the corner of Obi-Wan's mouth up.
"I get nervous when you look at me like that," Qui-Gon said
softly as Obi-Wan tugged him over the threshold of the bedroom,
continuing to shoot enticing and erotic pictures across their
bond. Unwilling to continue the slow pace in the face of such
relentless teasing, Qui-Gon surged forward, one arm scooping
Obi-Wan up as he tumbled them both into the bed.
~*~
"I get nervous when you look at me like that," Qui-Gon said
softly as Obi-Wan tugged him over the threshold of the bedroom,
continuing to shoot enticing and erotic pictures across their
bond. Unwilling to continue the slow pace in the face of such
relentless teasing, Qui-Gon surged forward, one arm scooping
Obi-Wan up as he tumbled them both into the bed.
A few moments of squirming and one Force-assisted push and
Qui-Gon found himself on his back again, Obi-Wan stretched out
on top of him. "You should be nervous," Obi-Wan commented
lazily, leaning down to nip at the line of Qui-Gon's jaw. "I'm
hungry for Jedi Master."
"I can't fault your taste," Qui-Gon teased, hands coming up to
rub at Obi-Wan's shoulders. Smiling fondly he slid one hand up
to cup the back of Obi-Wan's head, fingers playing through the
soft hair at the nape of the younger man's neck. "Even if I
don't share it."
Obi-Wan smiled as he shifted his mouth lower, lips opening over
the slightly rushed pulse. "You have no idea what you're
missing," he murmured, teasing kisses continuing until Qui-Gon
tilted his head back, neck arched in invitation.
It was an invitation Obi-Wan didn't plan on turning down,
attacking the newly exposed skin with the enthusiasm usually
reserved for combat. Qui-Gon let out a stuttered groan, hand
pressing the warm mouth closer to his skin as he arched up
against Obi-Wan in pure need.
Obi-Wan's knees slid to either side of Qui-Gon's hips as he
drew himself up into a kneeling position, straddling Qui-Gon's
waist. "No clothes," Obi-Wan groaned, fingers already
struggling with the buttons on Qui-Gon's shirt, fumbling
attempts foiled. "I think I like tunics better--no buttons."
Qui-Gon reached up to help before his lover destroyed his
favorite shirt, large fingers surprisingly deft as they made
quick work of the long row of buttons.
"Knew Masters were good for something," Obi-Wan muttered, hands
trapping Qui-Gon's and leading them back to the bed. Before
Qui-Gon could protest, long fingers were parting his shirt,
pushing it to the sides and baring the expanse of his chest to
ravenous eyes.
"Obi-Wan--" Qui-Gon started, the look of pure hunger in his
student's eyes taking his breath away. Before he could find the
other end of his thought, coherency was driven from his mind as
Obi-Wan swooped down, mouth claming one flat nipple as fingers
curled around Qui-Gon's shoulders.
Qui-Gon cried out, trying to arch both hips and chest into the
maddening body above him, mind unable to comprehend more than
the warm suction and teasing teeth that were wrecking havoc on
his nerves. The narrow hips and searing hardness rocked into
his hips as Obi-Wan moaned against his skin, fingers of one
hand coming down to brush against Qui-Gon's other nipple,
feather like touches alternating with firm pressure.
"Mine," Obi-Wan growled softly, eyes lifting to burn into
Qui-Gon's skull. Before the older man could hope to form a
response the head disappeared again, dipping down to lave at
the other nipple as the narrow hips slid farther down his legs,
warm mouth creeping slowly in their wake.
Used to a more active role in their lovemaking, Qui-Gon could
do little but react as the hot mouth slid across his chest and
stomach, long fingers clenching into Qui-Gon's hips as Obi-Wan
lifted his head again.
There was a question in his eyes--he was waiting for an answer
from the man lying prone before him, posed for action but
waiting to know that it was all right. Qui-Gon didn't know what
the question was--had no idea what his lover wanted from him .
. .
But there was only answer to give--the answer he would always
give to a question accompanied by passion in those eyes. "Yes,"
he moaned, neither knowing nor caring to what he had just
granted permission. It didn't seem to matter as Obi-Wan stalked
up his body, mouth sinking to his for a long, heated kiss--and
here, just for a few moments--Obi-Wan allowed Qui-Gon to
respond. Moaned into the older man's throat as Qui-Gon's hand
came up to cup the beloved head, tongue driving up into
Obi-Wan's mouth as Qui-Gon used all of the skill at his
disposal to drag a low, heated sound of need from the mouth of
his lover.
"I love you," Obi-Wan whispered after he drew back, caressing
Qui-Gon's face lightly before he drifted back down his body and
resumed the slow, sensuous kisses to the skin just above the
barrier Qui-Gon's pants.
Distracted as he was, Qui-Gon still didn't miss it when
Obi-Wan's fingers curled into the waist band of Qui-Gon's
pants, coaxing them slowly and carefully down the older man's
hips. One hand lifted them tenderly to free the already
generous erection and Qui-Gon bit back a moan, barely noticing
as his pants were coaxed the rest of the way off of his body.
Looking up at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan smiled. "Moan, Qui-Gon. Don't
ever hold it back." Another smile, as Obi-Wan purred. "I love
the sound of you."
"Then I'll make as much noise as possible," Qui-Gon responded,
voice husky.
"Can I help?" Obi-Wan asked, eyes bright. Before Qui-Gon could
respond, Obi-Wan sank down and took Qui-Gon to the root in the
hot, welcoming warmth of his mouth.
The sound Qui-Gon made was less a moan than a strangled cry,
his hips arching up off the bed as he threw his head back,
harsh sounds of need being dragged relentlessly from his lips
as his lover swallowed, the tight muscles of Obi-Wan's throat
constricting around Qui-Gon's throbbing length and massaging
him ruthlessly.
To Qui-Gon it was as if the world was spiraling out of control.
Obi-Wan's mouth was on him--tongue gentle and soothing as he
brought Qui-Gon carefully to the edge and back again. Long
fingers clenched into Qui-Gon's hips, holding him to the bed
when he jerked up towards the inviting warmth. He was almost
appalled at the desperate sounds of need he was making, low
whimpers being torn from his throat by the skillful tongue and
lips.
"Obi-Wan--" Drawing his elbows closer to his body, Qui-Gon
lifted his upper body on his arms, meeting the deep green eyes
over the expanse of his own trembling body. Obi-Wan had lifted
his head, the crown of Qui-Gon's weeping erection resting on
his lower lip. Those lips curved into a smile, the tip of a
pink tongue sneaking out to swipe at the moisture gathering
there.
Qui-Gon let out a groan, his head falling back on his neck as
his hips pressed upwards, crying out when the heat of Obi-Wan's
lips receded. "Please . . ." He didn't even know what he was
begging for. Something--anything . . . heat or warmth or even
just touch . . .
A rush of love roared across their bond, the living Force
flaring to light around him and wrapping him in teasing fingers
of ecstasy. Qui-Gon dropped back to the bed with a breathless
moan as the heated tongue returned, laving and massaging his
crown before the lips slid back over him, sinking to the base
of his aching erection.
Qui-Gon cried out, one hand tangling in the blankets as the
other clasped the back of that golden head, hips twitching
upwards in a desperate attempt to sink even deeper into the
willing throat.
Fingers were caressing him--his hips, his inner thighs,
sneaking up to tease at the puckered opening as the lips and
tongue labored to grant him release.
*I love you,* Qui-Gon heard, and the gentle voice in his mind
completely undid him. Thrusting up one final time he
exploded--mind, heart, and soul reaching out to meet and merge
with the other half of him, the bright, beautiful young man who
was swallowing him whole.
Qui-Gon floated down from the dizzying height to find Obi-Wan
stretched out on top of him, chin resting on Qui-Gon's chest as
those mischievous green eyes watched him with fond amusement.
"Yes, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon finally asked when the silence had gone
on too long. Wrapping arms around Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon hauled him
up so that their faces were even.
"That was fun," Obi-Wan murmured, leaning down to nuzzle at
Qui-Gon's neck. Qui-Gon shifted his face to catch his lover's
lips, one hand coming up to cup the back of Obi-Wan's head as
his free arm wrapped around Obi-Wan, rolling them over swiftly
so that the younger man was trapped underneath.
"It would be more fun if you were wearing less, Obi-Wan,"
Qui-Gon commented as he pulled away. Tugging on Obi-Wan's
shirt, Qui-Gon growled. "See why I wear shirts with buttons?
That way you don't have to take them off for access."
Obi-Wan laughed, squirming into a sitting position and
wriggling out of his shirt. "Admit it, you like watching me
squirm out of skin-tight clothing." When the shirt was tossed
aside Obi-Wan pounced on Qui-Gon, tugging Qui-Gon's shirt the
rest of the way off.
"Stop that," Qui-Gon demanded, swatting at the back of
Obi-Wan's head as the younger man started nibbling on Qui-Gon's
newly exposed shoulders. "Don't distract me."
"Why not?" Obi-Wan murmured, lips caressing Qui-Gon's collar
bone. "What else could possibly be demanding your attention?"
Instead of responding, Qui-Gon slid one hand down to cup his
lover's erection through his pants, sliding a finger along the
length and smiling at the strangled groan.
"Point conceded," Obi-Wan muttered, arching his hips into
Qui-Gon's hand. "By all that's holy, Qui-Gon--don't tease . .
."
Qui-Gon rolled them over again, deft fingers undoing the
fasteners on Obi-Wan's pants as he brushed kisses across the
other man's chest, tickling sensitive nipples with the coarse
hair of his beard. Obi-Wan moaned, eyes sliding closed as
Qui-Gon's mouth wandered over to one pebbled nipple, catching
the sensitive nub between gentle teeth as his hand plunged into
Obi-Wan's pants, fingers closing around his lover's straining
erection.
With a staggered moan Obi-Wan pushed his hips harder into
Qui-Gon's hand, his entire body undulating as his fingers
tangled in Qui-Gon's hair, tugging the man up for a searing
kiss. Qui-Gon's fingers tightened around Obi-Wan's length as
the younger man's tongue drove into his mouth, seeking out his
own and drawing it into a rough battle.
Obi-Wan fought the urge to climax right then, the heat of
Qui-Gon's mouth on his combined with the fingers stroking him
so skillfully driving him ruthlessly towards completion.
"Shhhh," Qui-Gon soothed as Obi-Wan struggled to pull away
before his control completely failed him. Cupping the younger
man's head, Qui-Gon increased the depth of the kiss, taking joy
in the muffled whimpers he drew from Obi-Wan.
A few moments later and he withdrew his hand, kissing Obi-Wan
one final time before sliding down his lover's body to take the
weeping erection as deeply into his throat as he could.
Obi-Wan's slender hips thrust upwards as he let out a rough
cry, fingers tangling in Qui-Gon's hair again, holding the
older man's head steady. *Qui-Gon?* His mind voice was almost
dizzy with passion, his entire body trembling as he fought the
urge to thrust up into Qui-Gon's mouth.
*Let go, love,* Qui-Gon responded, fingers tangling in the
bedsheets as he urged Obi-Wan with thoughts and touches to let
his control slip away. Obi-Wan's hips began to undulate, tiny
short thrusts turning slowly deeper as Qui-Gon shifted back
slightly to better accommodate his lover's length.
*Love--love you--* With a harsh cry, Obi-Wan exploded, body
arching up off the bed as his hand twined almost painfully in
Qui-Gon's hair, whimpering groans rolling off his lips as he
rode the blinding waves of pleasure.
The fingers in Qui-Gon's hair slowly relaxed as Obi-Wan's body
collapsed limply to the bed, his hand tugging languidly on the
back of Qui-Gon's head. *C'mere, please,* Obi-Wan murmured.
Chuckling at the sated state of his lover's mind, Qui-Gon
crawled slowly up the bed, dropping willingly into the
outstretched circle of Obi-Wan's arms. "Thought it would take
more than once to wear you out," Qui-Gon said softly, brushing
a kiss against Obi-Wan's eyebrow. The younger man tilted his
head up, intercepting the lips and drawing Qui-Gon into a
heated kiss.
"Not worn out," he muttered, pulling back to brush puffy lips
against Qui-Gon's chin before diving in for another kiss,
tongue sneaking into Qui-Gon's mouth. When the younger man
tasted his own essence mingled with the usual taste of his
lover, he let out a groan, kiss quickly turning hungry.
"I can see that," Qui-Gon said breathlessly. "I take it all
back. You're insatiable."
"Mmmmhmmmm," Obi-Wan agreed happily, body curling around
Qui-Gon's. "Now what were we discussing earlier?"
"Rewards of the Force, I believe," Qui-Gon replied, rolling
over languidly and pulling Obi-Wan on top of him. A suspicious
hardness against his thigh made Qui-Gon glance down, eyebrows
climbing up nearly to his hairline. "Again already, my love?
You /are/ insatiable. That's really quite impressive."
"No, not impressive," Obi-Wan replied, squirming up until
Qui-Gon's mouth was within kissing distance again. "A reward of
the Force." ~*~
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