Warnings: m/m sex; you don't like it, don't read it
Spoilers: Absolutely none!
Summary: The boys have a sexual interlude
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are not mine, although it would
be fun... I'm not making any money off of this, and neither is
anyone else. Don't sue me, cuz I'm poor anyways.
Feedback: Of course!
Obi-Wan saw his Master, naked of all clothing, his hair
spilling in a silky waterfall over his shoulders. Qui-Gon was
laying on a bed that was made up with blue satin sheets, a dark
colour that brought out his eyes beautifully. Obi-Wan stood in
front of the bed clad in his full Jedi attire, and Qui-Gon's
arms were reaching out toward him in a pleading gesture for the
Padawan to join him on the mattress.
Obi-Wan's eyes roved his Master's nude form lazily, his outward
calmness belying the turmoil of desire and need that swirled
inside of him. The young man shook his head at his lover,
saying, "Not yet Qui-Gon. You haven't said please." His voice
was placid, but his eyes burned with the dark fire swelling up
from his groin.
"Please," gasped the Jedi Master, his eyes begging for the
release he knew his Padawan would bring him. Obi-Wan smiled
tenderly and kneeled on the bed, leaning down to press his lips
against Qui-Gon's softly. His Master moaned against his mouth
and pulled the younger man close, deepening the kiss. Obi-Wan
brought his hand down to his lover's straining erection, so
hard that it rested flat along his belly. "Oh, yes. Please Obi,
yes."
Obi-Wan was hard to begin with, but the sound of Qui-Gon's
beseeching made his member firmer than he'd ever imagined it
could be. The Padawan groaned when he felt his Master's large
hand envelope his rigid cock. Obi-Wan moved his hand up and
down the older man's penis, in ecstasy when his lover returned
the favor. The two men kept pace, when Obi moved his hand
faster, Qui-Gon followed suit and vice versa. Soon, both men
felt as thought the world were spinning, and they were laying
on the ceiling. It was as though gravity had failed them
completely, and they were floating through a portal into the
confusion and harsh suction of space.
Obi-Wan bit his lip, trying desperately not to give in until
his Master was ready. He was in charge here, and to cum so
quickly would certainly switch the balance of power.
"Obi-Wan, do it. Please, I need for you to be happy. Mine will
happen soon enough." The words were spoken between clenched
teeth, grated out slowly and painstakingly.
"But Master, I... AH!" With that the Padawan threw back his
head, as the powerful pleasure of the orgasm washed over him.
He knew almost subconsciously that Qui-Gon's hand never slowed,
never stopped throughout his crisis.
Obi-Wan lay back on the mattress, breathing heavily. After what
seemed like an eternity, he turned his head to the right and
smiled at his Master who was laying on his side, propped up on
his elbow facing the young man.
Qui-Gon grinned at Obi-Wan, almost lecherously, nodding his
head downward to where the Padawan's hand was still wrapped
around the elder's throbbing cock.
"Anything you'd like me to do for you Master?" The Jedi-hopeful
accented the last two syllables, giving the word a more sensual
meaning than it had had in the past.
"Indeed Obi-Wan," came the reply. It was a simple answer, but
when he felt the pressure of Qui-Gon's hand pressing his head
downward, Obi-Wan knew exactly what he wished of his pupil.
The Padawan rolled toward Qui-Gon, ending up on top of his
Master, their faces very close together. "What would you like?"
asked Obi-Wan in a slightly teasing tone. "This?" he asked,
grinding his hips against the older man's.
"Ah... Obi, yes." Qui-Gon thrust his groin upwards, arching his
back and wrapping his arms tightly around his student.
Obi-Wan kissed his Master roughly on the mouth, gripping
Qui-Gon's long hair close to the scalp. When he pulled away,
Obi placed his hands on the accomplished Jedi's shoulders,
using them as leverage to scoot himself downward.As he moved
toward his final destination, Obi-Wan's mouth took any and all
opportunity to suck, lick, and kiss his Master's exposed flesh.
He ran his tongue in circles around one nipple before taking it
wholly into his mouth and suckling it. He repeated the action
with the other, and then continued his slow descent.
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon gasped insistently, reaching down and trying
to find a handhold in his Padawan's hair. The young man
grinned, knowing full well that his hair was much too short to
give any sort of purchase to the older man.
He spent at least a full minute at his Master's navel, dipping
his tongue into and around the indent in the smooth expanse of
tanned skin.
"Obi-Wan... Please? I- need- OH!"
Qui's words were cut off when his Padawan at long last reached
the goal of his lengthy journey and took it fully into the
warmth of his mouth. Obi-Wan drew back, sucking hard on the
head twice before pulling back and admiring his instructor's
eight and a half inch tool. It was uncut, rigid as steel, and
beautiful. To Obi-Wan it was the sexiest most unflawed thing
he'd ever seen.
Obi-Wan licked lightly at the slit at the peak, effecting a
shiver from his lover. Then he worked his way up and down the
shaft, wrapping his tongue around it and using his hands to rub
the uncovered areas.
"Obi-Wan, luv, please. I want you sooo..."
The Padawan swallowed his Master's cock, using the muscles of
his throat and mouth, as well as his tongue to provide maximum
pleasure to Qui-gon.
Qui-Gon was trembling with pleasure, his entire body as tight
as a well-tuned guitar. He thrust his hips upward hard three
times before spilling his white-hot seed down the throat of his
eager young lover.
With a sigh of relief and satisfaction, Qui-Gon finally
relaxed, his body covered with a fine sheen of sweat. In a
final burst of energy, he pulled Obi-Wan upward and kissed him,
opening his mouth to share the taste of his own essence. Then
the younger man lay on top of his Master, his head resting on
one of the broad shoulders. Qui-Gon's arm stroked Obi-Wan's
back tenderly. They were both thoroughly exhausted and mutually
agreed wordlessly to sleep.
As he drifted off into the land of nod, Qui-Gon quietly mumbled
to his lover. "Obi- Wan, you're poking me."
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