Archive: master_apprentice, anywhere else I've already said yes
to, and anyone else just ask and I'll say yes.
Pairing: O/Q
Spoilers: none.
Rated: NC-17 (all parts)
Feedback: of course!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nuff said.
Author's thanks: big thanks to all who've bugged me to finish
this, especially Sue Walker who gets the award for Most
Persistent and Enthusiastic Nudging <g>. Also, to my
Padawan Boots for whinging about me not finishing my WIPS and
generally doing all those things Padawans are supposed to do to
serve as inspiration for their Masters <bg>
***IMPORTANT NOTE!!***
"Secrets" is a 'Choose Your Own Adventure' type of story. That
means Part 1 branches off into two alternative endings.
"SECRETS PART 1"
genre: PWP.
This is the intro from which both alternative endings stem. It
has a horny Obi with a determined plan.
"SECRETS PART 2A"
genre: PWP, BDSM, first time.
Warnings: While there is a rather intensely dommy Qui, I doubt
I could shock anyone on this list!
This alternative ending focuses on Qui-Gon as dom in the
resulting relationship. (I've had to send this part in two
halves as it's too long to send as one)
"SECRETS PART 2B"
genre: humour, first time, kink.
This ending focuses on Obi-Wan as a prostitute. Mostly humour,
but still has smut. A light change from Part 2a. (also sending
this in two halves as it's too long as one)
PWP. NC-17.
Summary: This is the intro from which both alternative endings
stem. It has a horny Obi with a determined plan. Excuse the
convenient use of a bed-shortage situation around the Jedi
Temple <g>
SECRETS. 1/2
Obi-Wan snuck into the room he was sharing with his Master,
quietly undressed and made his way towards the bathroom to take
a well-needed shower. His Master lay sleeping on their shared
bed, but Obi-Wan sent him a feeling of his presence so the
older man could register his return. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan had
learned a long time ago, was a stickler for curfews.
//How old does he think I am?// Obi-Wan thought to himself.
//I'm not a kid anymore//
He grinned to himself as he thought of the many occasions when
he had proven his maturity and he felt his body respond to the
memories.
//I could do with more lessons in control, though// he thought
as he smirked at his enthusiastic body. Padding barefoot to the
doorway of the bedroom, he stood and watched the silent,
sleeping figure of his master. His eyes roamed over Qui-Gon's
body as it lay naked, hardly covered by the one thin sheet.
//By the force, I've never been more glad than now that the
climate here is unbearably hot!//
A silent chuckle escaped his mouth as he watched his Master
turn over in his sleep, revealing even more flesh than before.
Obi-Wan moaned softly.
//Ohhhh, Master, how I could make you so happy...//
His eyes lingered a moment longer over Qui-Gon's body before he
turned and padded back to the shower, turned the taps, and
stood under the colder-than-necessary water.
//Oh, Master... he thought again. //I'm not a child anymore. I
want you so badly. I know that you probably haven't even
given me a second thought. You wouldn't have even guessed what
I think about you, what I want to do to you...
Obi-Wan grinned slightly to himself.
//You might be wise, Master, but I doubt you are anything more
than a novice when it comes to imagining what I imagine,
and doing what I do//
Obi-Wan sighed as he lay his head back against the side of the
shower wall.
//Ohhhh...how I want to show you, though... How I want you to
be part of my world. To see you let go of your
controlled exterior just once...//
His hand automatically made its way down his water-drenched
body, as it had done so many times before when his thoughts
turned to his Master. He saw his arousal and curled his fingers
around it, watching the waterdrops slide down from its tip. He
stood, mesmerised by the pattern the water made on its journey
down his body, wishing it could be his Master who was covering
every part of him from head to toe. His breathing deepened as
he began sliding his hand up and down the length of his cock,
water mixing with pre-cum to further lubricate his
ever-increasing movements. He thought of his Master bending him
over a table in one of the Jedi training rooms and forcing his
hard cock up inside him, holding his waist to keep his young
body still against the older man's wild thrusts. Obi-Wan's
began moaning quietly, feeling the intensity of the image flood
through his body. He pictured his Master once again, this time
in the shower with him, Qui-Gon's hand on his cock, his strong
body pressed up against him, pushing him down onto his knees,
holding his head in place and thrusting his cock hard into his
willing mouth. The thought was too much for the young Jedi to
handle and he came in one intense moment, pressing his free
hand to his mouth to stifle the verbal release.
Obi-Wan stood under the cool water for a while afterwards to
calm himself and then stepped out and grabbed a towel from the
nearby rack. Wrapping it around his waist loosely, he wandered
back to the bedroom which he and Qui-Gon had been forced to
share due to the current lack of accommodation around the Jedi
home-base after various politicians landed for the annual
diplomatic visits. Obi-Wan was far from annoyed at the
bed-sharing arrangement, and he smiled slightly as he stood at
the foot of the bed, lightly drying his naked body. He silently
thought of what would happen if Qui-Gon were to wake now and
see him standing there, displaying his young, firm body to him.
He felt himself harden as his thoughts again returned to his
fantasies... Qui-Gon waking up, taking in the impressive vision
of his young apprentice, leaning forward in the bed and raising
a hand to reach over and behind the Jedi's head, pulling him
down onto the sheets, face down on his stomach, moving around
to position himself between his open legs, reaching his fingers
up inside him, stretching him out in time to take the full
force of Qui-Gon's hips pushing his cock up inside the young
Jedi.
//Damn!// thought Obi-Wan as he saw he was now fully hard.
//Control, Obi-Wan// he scolded himself. //Learn some
control!//
He stood still for a few moments, running over his well-learned
breathing exercises in an attempt to calm his body. Finally,
the effects started to take place and he made his way over to
his side of the bed. He pulled the thin sheet out of the way as
he slowly lay down next to his Master and closed his eyes. He
could hear the sound of Qui-Gon's breathing, deep and
controlled through years of practice.
//He even breathes according to regulation// thought
Obi-Wan in amusement. //Maybe it's best that he doesn't know
what I do and how I feel. He might die of shock//
Obi-Wan chuckled silently to himself at the thought of his
Master trying to calmly cope and reason with his apprentice's
revealed habits.
"You're a what?" Qui-Gon would say.
"A prostitute, Master," Obi-Wan would answer, with a slight
grin on his face. "I'm a prostitute. You thought I just went to
the bar to socialise after a long day of training." He would
laugh, not unkindly. "Well, you wouldn't be far off..."
He would then sense a change in Qui-Gon's breathing as the man
would draw on his knowledge of the force to calm himself. Then
his Master would say: "A Jedi mustn't lose control or let
emotion take him over."
And Obi-Wan would laugh again as he knew his Master would
always give the objective reply without directly addressing the
issue. He preferred to tackle all problems in terms of how it
would affect the Force.
//He has a greater love affair with the Force than he has
possibly had with any person// thought Obi-Wan.
He let out a sigh and positioned himself more comfortably on
the bed.
//He will sense me if I'm not too careful. He can always sense
my mood lower//
Obi-Wan thought of the many times in which his Master would
automatically feel depression within his apprentice and would
tell him to look at the situation again. Think of the good
rather than the bad. How the situation could be changed to
better things.
Obi-Wan sat up with a jolt.
He turned his head slowly to look at his sleeping Master, and a
sly grin slowly spread across his face.
//Oh, Master, how your advice has helped me now, you would
never imagine...//
He lay back again, slowly this time, and let his plan take form
in his mind's eye.
//If the situation is bad then I must look at the positive.
Thank you, Master, I will do just that//
He smirked widely as he lay in thought.
//The negative part of the issue is that I don't have the kind
of relationship I want with my Master. Therefore, I must see
the positive, and use my knowledge and skills to solve the
problem.//
Obi-Wan felt the excitement rush through his body as his
thoughts progressed.
//My skills and knowledge are what I have learnt through
prostituting myself. Therefore my problem can be solved by
using my body to the best of my ability to seduce my Master//
The next morning Qui-Gon awoke to find Obi-Wan asleep against
him, his half-erect cock pressed up against his thigh. The
sheet had been kicked down to the end of the bed during the
night and as a result both men were exposed and naked. It was
lucky, Qui-Gon thought, that he had awoken before the servants
would enter in order to open the room up to let the twin
sunrise shine in for the day. Stretching his body out to full
reach, he breathed in deeply, greeting the day with an intake
of the living Force. His stretch resulted in a quiet moan from
his apprentice, and he realised that he had inadvertently
caused the young man's erection to rub against his thigh as he
stretched. Qui-Gon glance rested for a moment on Obi-Wan's firm
cock, still lying against him. The young man was an impressive
sight overall, Qui-Gon thought. His face beautiful, his body
strong and firm in all respects. He had grown into a figure to
be admired.
"Master..." Obi-Wan murmured as he reflexively curled up
against the older man next to him. Qui-Gon waited patiently
until his apprentice had reached a full enough state of
consciousness and then gently spoke.
"Good Morning, Padawan. I trust you slept well."
Obi-Wan opened his sleep-filled eyes, and blinked the day into
focus. He raised his head, his short, cropped hair disheveled
after it had been slept on while still damp.
"Master..." Obi Wan repeated, this time it sounded almost like
a question, as the young man struggled to remember the events
of the past day which would explain his presence in the same
bed as his Master. Finally the pieces clicked together and
Obi-Wan gave a small smirk as his plan of action came flooding
back to him. Qui-Gon noticed the change in his apprentice's
expression.
"Is there something amusing about this morning, Padawan?" he
inquired. He could still feel the young man's erection against
his thigh, but chose not to mention the fact yet.
Obi-Wan shook his head. "Nothing, Master. It does not matter."
The young Jedi then glanced down to notice the nudity of both
him and his Master, and his own arousal. Qui-Gon thought it was
time to speak again.
"You curled up against me in your sleep. I didn't wish to wake
you."
Obi-Wan's eyes traveled slowly over his Master's naked body,
just as they had done the night before. The strong, muscular
frame, the cock which held so much potential for him, yet which
lay dormant under his present gaze.
"Sorry, Master," he said, but let no sign of regret register on
his face. He knew well that Qui-Gon would have noticed the slow
movement of his eyes over his body.
There was a pause as both men lay still on the bed.
"If it's all the same to you," Qui-Gon finally said, breaking
the silence, "I believe it would be better if you moved."
Obi-Wan grinned and jumped off the bed in one smooth movement.
Yet, he did not reach for his clothes as Qui-Gon had expected.
Instead, he walked naked over to the fruit bowl which stood on
the table near the door.
"Are you hungry, Master?" he asked calmly, turning to face the
older man and simultaneously positioning himself so as to
flaunt his body in the best possible manner. He picked a banana
out of the fruit bowl and began peeling it slowly, with only
the slightest smile registering on his face.
"No, thank you, Obi-Wan," replied Qui-Gon, "I must shower first
and prepare for the day's events." His eyes did not leave the
motions of his apprentice as the young man finished slowly
peeling the skin away from the fruit inside.
"It is a shame, then, Master, that you will miss out on the
pleasurable taste of ripe fruit first thing in the morning,"
Obi-Wan continued, slowly bringing the banana up to his lips,
and pushing the tip into his mouth. His eyes never left his
Master while he half-licked, half-sucked the outer surface of
the fruit, curling his tongue around its erect shape.
"That might be," spoke Qui-Gon finally with a slight smile,
"but judging by the time it is taking you to gain 'pleasure'
from that fruit, were I to indulge myself in the same manner,
then I might never be finished in time for this morning's
training."
Obi-Wan grinned, pushed the remaining banana fully into his
mouth and swallowed it whole. "Point taken, Master," he teased.
"I shall dress myself, then."
The young man walked over to the drawers which contained their
traditional Jedi uniforms and then paused to note his Master's
actions. Qui-Gon was standing by their bed, carefully tucking
and pulling the sheet back to its original position. He glanced
up at his young apprentice, as though feeling his eyes upon
him. As soon as Obi-Wan was sure he had secured an audience, he
bent down from the waist, making sure his firm buttocks were
positioned towards his Master to guarantee optimum viewing.
Taking his time, he pulled open the bottom drawer and fished
around inside for fresh clothes. Glancing between his slightly
separated legs, he noticed with a self-satisfying grin that
Qui-Gon had paused in his actions to watch him. Yet almost as
soon as his show had begun, Obi-Wan noted Qui-Gon walk over to
his own clothes, gather then together and make his way to the
bathroom. Obi-Wan stood up slowly as his Master disappeared out
of sight.
//I can't read him// thought the young man. //Every time I
notice him watching me, yet each time he acts as though he
doesn't realise what I'm doing// He took a deep breath. //I
must try harder//
Obi-Wan looked towards the direction of the bathroom and heard
the water of the shower begin to fall. A slow smirk appeared on
his face. //Oh, Master, I will have you yet//
The young Jedi discarded the clothes he had just retrieved from
the drawer and moved purposefully towards the bathroom like a
cat stalking its prey. As he entered the room, a cloud of
stream greeted him but he walked straight through until he
reached the shower door. He could see the shape of his Master
through the glass, naked and glistening beneath the onslaught
of water. His mind returned again to his fantasies as he stood
ready to enter. He thought of how his Master would turn to face
him with a look of lust and pull him under the water, tight up
against his smooth skin. How his Master would then begin
stroking his short hair, massaging the water through it, then
slide his fingers down his cheek and onto his lips, slowly
stroking them and gently pushing them slightly apart to slide
one long finger inside his mouth. How he would then moisten his
Master's digit with his tongue, slowly licking and sucking on
the smooth skin. Their eyes would stare deep within one another
with such a strong feeling of lust and desire that their shared
Force would almost be tangible between them. He then thought of
how he would reach his hands up to his Master's firm chest and
then run them down the water-drenched skin, lower and lower,
until he would reach his hand around the older man's fully
erect cock, and begin stroking it slowly, listening to his
Master begin softly moaning, feeling his Master slide both
hands down his back and grab hold of his buttocks tightly,
pushing himself hungrily up against his hands and body, pushing
them so close together that there would be hardly room to
breathe. And then he thought of how his Master would capture
his mouth with his own, kissing him gently at first, then more
forcefully as he became more and more aroused from the
closeness of his body and the movements of his hands on the
older man's straining cock. He would hear his Master moan
louder and louder, joining his own sounds of ecstasy, then
finally in one extraordinary moment, hearing his Master scream
his name for the universe to hear, as they both would climax
simultaneously, hard up against each other.
Obi-Wan resurfaced from his thoughts, took a few deep breaths,
and noticed he had come at the thought of his fantasy.
//Be careful, Obi-Wan// the young Jedi scolded himself. //You
will wear yourself out before you even begin//
He knew he must use control if his seduction was to succeed.
Too fast, and he would scare his Master off.
Slowly he grabbed the handle of the shower door and pulled it
open. A flood of steam escaped from the glass enclosure,
leaving only the sight of his Master's beautiful, naked body
standing under the fall of water. Qui-Gon turned his head
towards his apprentice and gave him a questioning look.
"Padawan," he spoke, "I'm sure I have not been in the shower so
long that you have needed to come check on me."
Obi-Wan gave his Master a little smile as an excuse formed in
his head.
"A servant just arrived and informed me that all at the palace
must conserve their water supplies as there is the possibility
of a drought on its way soon. As you know, this climate would
mean that the water would dry out in hardly any time at all, so
I thought that it would be best if we shared our showers until
the back-up water supplies arrive in a couple of days.
Apparently they are delayed."
Qui-Gon eyed his apprentice for a moment noticing he was still
half-erect, and then nodded.
"A wise decision, my Padawan," he said. "It pleases me to know
you value the needs of others before your own."
A slight guilty flush crept over Obi-Wan's cheeks, but he
pushed it back and smiled.
"It is your influence on me that makes me the way I am,
Master," he replied, in all honesty.
Qui-Gon smiled cryptically and moved further to the back of the
shower, allowing his apprentice room to enter. Obi-Wan stepped
in, and as he did so he felt his cock harden more at the
prospect of such close contact with his Master. As the first
droplets of water rolled down his body, he felt a shiver pass
through him, almost anticipatory. Qui-Gon passed him the soap
and he began building up a lather on his chest, moving on to
his arms and legs, all the time keeping his eyes locked on his
Master and his reaction. Qui-Gon just stood patiently as the
young man washed himself, following the trail of the soap with
his eyes. Over his chest, down his muscled biceps, further down
to his strong thighs, Qui-Gon's eyes traveled as he stood
admiring his apprentice's matured body.
He is no longer a child he thought to himself, and
smiled inwardly.
Obi-Wan continued washing himself, moving his hand to where it
had traveled so many times before, but never with his Master
physically with him. He allowed a small amount of soap the
lather the area, but then brought his other hand down to take
the place that the soap just moments before had occupied.
Slowly and deliberately, he began stroking his cock, under the
pretense of cleaning himself. He noticed his movements
reflexively increasing in speed, and quickly pulled his hand
away as he knew that control and timing would be the key to
winning over his Master. Instead, he turned his back to his
Master in order to display his buttocks for the man to view. He
moved the soap around behind himself and began building up a
lather across his tight, firm cheeks. Stepping back suddenly
under the concentrated downpour of water, he pushed himself
firmly into Qui-Gon, moaning ever so slightly as he felt his
Master's cock press against his back. It was not erect though,
and Obi-Wan felt a twinge of frustration within himself.
//What do I have to do to get him to respond to me!// he
thought exasperatedly.
His own cock was fully erect at the feel of his Master behind
him. He was surprised that no comment had been made as he was
sure Qui-Gon would have noticed. Turning around to face the man
once again, he eyed his Master up and down slowly and obviously
for any signs of a reaction towards his behaviour. There were
none and Qui-Gon appeared as calm and collected as ever.
"Master," he said finally. "Will you wash my back for me?"
Qui-Gon nodded, unsurprised, and took the soap from his
apprentice's hand. Obi-Wan made sure their eyes met for an
extended time before slowly turning around to offer his back to
his Master. He placed both his hands on the wall of the shower,
bent forward slightly and then stood there, waiting. He knew
the position was unnecessary for what his Master expected, but
he hoped it would spark a twinge of sexual passion within the
older man. If it did, then his Master was not willing to reveal
it. Instead, he placed one hand on Obi-Wan's hip and with the
other began moving the soap over his apprentice's back in slow,
gentle movements, sliding it over the smooth skin yet stopping
just above where the young Jedi's back ended. Obi-Wan closed
his eyes, silently willing his Master's hand to move lower and
his body to move closer. His wish was left unsatisfied as
Qui-Gon finished cleaning his young apprentice, then stepped
back and moved as if to turn off the taps. Obi-Wan, turning his
head to notice his Master's move, quickly spoke again.
"Do you wish me to wash your back, Master?" he asked with a
little too much eagerness in his voice.
Qui-Gon's hand rested unmoving on the tap, and he smiled. "I
have managed on my own up until now, Obi-Wan."
"But you don't have to now, Master," responded his apprentice
quickly. "I'm here."
Qui-Gon smiled again, kindly. "Well, if it will please you,
then do."
"Oh, it will please me Master," Obi-Wan responded in an overly
heart-felt tone.
Qui-Gon paused and for a moment Obi-Wan dreaded he had revealed
too much too quickly. Yet if it was so, once again his Master
did not reveal any knowledge of an ulterior motive and turned
smoothly on the slippery floor to bare his back for his
apprentice. Obi-Wan felt his breath quicken ever so slightly as
his hand brushed his Master's as the soap changed hands. Slowly
he raised his hand to Qui-Gon's back and watched the soapsuds
slide out from between his fingers and trail their way down the
curve of the man's glistening back. He began to move his hand,
in slow circles at first, relishing the feel of his fingers
brushing against the surprisingly soft wet skin beneath them.
Higher his hand moved, reaching up to his Master's shoulders,
shudders of pleasure running through his body as he touched the
powerful muscles clearly visible under the smooth skin. Gently,
he brushed the man's long hair out of his way, feeling the soft
strands slip through his fingers as he did so. He paused,
entranced for a moment at the vision of his Master in front of
him, naked and drenched, willingly allowing him to feel him
like he had always desired.
Suddenly a slight movement registered in Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan
quickly brought his attention back to the job at hand. He
breathed deeply inward, realising at the same time that his
breathing might have appeared more ragged than usual to his
Master's trained ear. Glancing down at his own naked body, he
realised also that he was fully aroused once again, the tip of
his cock only millimetres away from his Master's bare buttocks.
Quickly he pulled himself back with an effort of will, but his
eyes stayed glued to the firm muscles in front of him. His hand
slid down the soap trail on Qui-Gon's back, and onto the curves
of the two beautiful cheeks. Somewhere at the back of his mind
a thought registered that he should be less obvious about his
motives, yet the vision before him was too much to resist.
Obi-Wan's hand began moving gently, his other hand reaching up
to grasp hold of the muscled skin in front of him. Qui-Gon
revealed no signs of objecting to his apprentice's roaming
hand, and Obi-Wan continued his focussed washing of his
Master's buttocks for a few moments longer, before suddenly
Qui-Gon gently reached his own hands behind himself and gently
pushed his apprentice back as he stepped under the downfall of
water to wash the immense amount of suds from his body. Obi-wan
let out a soft moan as his hands separated from his Master, but
he did nothing except stand and wait to see if Qui-Gon would
respond or comment in any way. There was no noise except the
rush of water while his Master washed himself clean, then
finally the man spoke as he turned to his apprentice with a
smile.
"Thank you, my Padawan. You are a very efficient cleaner."
And with that he turned the taps off, pushed open the door of
the shower and exited, leaving his apprentice standing naked
and slightly frustrated within.
Damn! thought Obi-Wan. Who does he think he is - the
celibate high priest of Al'rimah?!
And with that, the young apprentice stepped out of the shower,
walked over to the fogged mirror, stared at his own reflection
and contemplated his next plan of action.
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