Spoilers: although this is set within "TPM" there are no real
spoilers
Summary: Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon and sex
Feedback: any comments very welcome
Disclaimers: not mine, not mine, not mine (sigh)
Many thanks to Merry for heads-up beta-ing and apostrophe
bashing, all remaining misplaced punctuation is strictly my
fault. Dedication: for saraid -my dark side, and for Marag
-because not all men are created Jedi...
Entering his Master's chambers, Obi-Wan found Qui-Gon standing
at the long window, looking out over the maze of glass, steel
and spires that was Coruscant. His arms were folded across his
chest, hands tucked neatly in his robe, his face, lit by the
setting sun, was passive. He appeared the model of Jedi peace
and calm. But Obi-Wan knew that appearances could be deceiving,
especially when it came to his Master. One had to look past the
mask and the shields the older man erected to read his true
mood. Today he didn't need to do this, even without their bond,
he could read the emotion in the stiffness of his Master's
stance.
Qui-Gon was angry, his frustration fairly crackling in the air
between them.
"Master." Obi-Wan spoke quietly as he came to stand behind the
larger man, leaning against him. He slid one hand forward to
grasp Qui-Gon's hip, the other hanging quietly at his side as
he laid his head on his Master's shoulder and joined him in
contemplating the view before them. The constant activity, the
hum of shuttles, the winking of lights, all seemed removed when
viewed from behind the plate of glass that separated the rooms
within the temple from the planet.
"Not now, Padawan," Qui-Gon spoke quietly, but Obi-Wan could
clearly hear the sliver of anger embedded in the soft voice. He
ran his free hand along Qui-Gon's arm, feeling the heat of it
despite the linen of his tunic and the thick wool of his cloak,
which Qui-Gon hadn't taken the time to remove.
"Did you really expect them to react any differently?" he
asked.
"I had hoped," Qui-Gon said with a shrug. Obi-Wan laughed and
stepped back, slowly turning his Master around to face him and
not the view.
"They are old," he offered as he gently settled back against
Qui-Gon's body.
"Dinosaurs," agreed Qui-Gon.
"They have to look out for the Code, for the Republic."
Qui-Gon snorted at that, seeming to ignore Obi-Wan as he
pressed himself further into the older man. "They are set in
their ways and afraid of change," countered Qui-Gon, "they
guard against it even more diligently than they guard against
the dark side."
Obi-Wan sighed and rocked his hips once before stretching up to
delicately take Qui-Gon's lobe between his teeth.
"Let it go," he whispered into Qui-Gon's ear, biting gently on
the soft flesh before sucking and then blowing on it.
"What do you think I've spent the last hours trying to do? I've
meditated on it and meditated on it, but something keeps
telling me not to be complacent about it, that someone must
look to the future."
"And so you shall, but for now, for this moment, let it go." He
ran both hands from Qui-Gon's waist to his shoulders, sliding
his fingers beneath the heavy material of his Master's cloak.
"Let go," he repeated as he pushed the garment from Qui-Gon's
shoulders.
"You would have me forget myself, Padawan?
"Yes" he whispered urgently as he took Qui-Gon's mouth with his
own, pushing his tongue past lips and teeth and coaxing the
other man's tongue to mate with his own.
"Let go," Obi-Wan repeated as he nuzzled the bigger man's neck.
"I'll keep you safe -let it all go." Undoing his Master's
tunic, he begins to kiss the flesh revealed.
"There is no Master," he breathed against one nipple before
pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. "No Padawan," as
he moved to the other, nipping gently this time. "No Qui-Gon,"
he spoke against Qui-Gon's stomach, poking his tongue into the
larger man's belly-button and moving lower to nuzzle against
the bulge hidden behind the soft linen of his Master's
leggings. "No Obi-Wan," he said as sure fingers pulled the
boots from Qui-Gon's feet, his pants quickly following. "Only
you," he said reverently, moving forward to swipe his tongue
along the underside of his Master's cock. Just once. "Only me,"
he whispered as he stood and began to strip his own clothes
off, making a production of it without being too showy. Naked,
he took Qui-Gon's hands in his own. "Let go, let go of your
control -I will keep you safe." He pulled his lover with him,
moving towards the bed. The older man let himself be led, let
himself be pushed down, let the younger man push his legs
apart, let him prepare him.
Kneeling between his Master's splayed legs, Obi-Wan slipped a
gelled finger into the older man, moving it slowly in and out.
He could have used the force to ease his passage -they'd
certainly used it often enough in the past, especially when
they couldn't wait; wouldn't take the time. But he liked the
personal touch, he liked slowly stretching the bigger man, his
own fingers surrounded by tight and heat and velvety softness.
Touching nerves that were unused to touch, that sent shivery
messages of pleasure back to his lover's brain. Touching
muscles that contracted around his fingers, gripping and
releasing them in anticipation of what was to come.
He moved slowly, taking his time, letting a second finger join
the first when his own breath grew short with the effort of
waiting to fill his lover with is own body.
Three fingers now and the longest gently nudged the small gland
within, causing Qui-Gon to cry out as his body jerked -his
control finally giving sway to Obi-Wan's constant sensual
assault. Obi-Wan kept moving his fingers as he shifted, using
one hand to coat his cock while the other kept hitting the
small nub, making his Master cry out in delight.
He pulled his fingers from Qui-Gon's body, moving to press the
tip of his eager cock against his lover's anus. The small hole
bloomed to accept him as Obi-Wan pressed forward, the silken
skin inside his Master holding him, caressing him with it's
tight embrace. He continued to push forward until his hips
rested against Qui-Gon's ass. Bracing himself with a hand on
either side of Qui-Gon's head, he fell forward for a long, deep
kiss.
"Now," whispered Obi-Wan as pulled back slightly to look down
at his lover, slowly pulling his cock from Qui-Gon's grasp
until only the crown remained embedded within it's pulsing
prison. "Now there is no you or me, only us."
Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan began to rock in and out of Qui-Gon's
body, the older man picking up the rhythm and moving with him.
He ran through the laws of the Jedi, keeping himself shielded
against the waves of pleasure pouring from his Master -he
wanted this to last, he wanted to make Qui-Gon scream with
pleasure before he himself succumbed.
Faster and faster he rocked, each thrust harder than the last.
He began to groan with the effort of holding back and then,
just as he felt his own orgasm barrelling towards him, Qui-Gon
shouted out, body arching roughly beneath Obi-Wan as his seed
pulsed hotly between them, coating their abdomens with the warm
proof of his pleasure. Obi-Wan collapsed onto Qui-Gon's chest,
still buried within the older man.
"Thank you," Qui-Gon said softly, voice husky and low.
"It was my pleasure," said Obi-Wan, forcing himself to his feet
to pad naked across the cold obsidian floor to the bathroom.
Running a soft cloth under warm water, he looked up and grinned
at his reflection. His lips were bruised from their kisses and
his eyes were somewhat glazed, still dilated to almost full
black.
Returning to the bed, he stopped to gaze down upon his Master.
The older man lay naked, the artificial lights of the city
throwing gold light onto the large, powerful frame. The sweat
from the effort of their lovemaking glistened as the light
danced over it. Obi-Wan gently ran the cloth over Qui-Gon's
belly and between his legs. The older man smiled, but didn't
open his eyes. Turning, Obi-Wan tossed the cloth back towards
the bathroom, giving it a gentle nudge with the force when it
looked like it wouldn't quite make it across the threshold.
He knelt by the bed and began to lick at Qui-Gon's flesh,
lapping up the sweat that tasted of his Master, leaving his own
flavour in it's stead.
"Padawan, that was amazing, but I am not so young as you would
imagine me."
"Sh. That was for you -this is for me," he told his Master as
he turned once again to the task of licking every inch of the
older man's flesh.
Qui-Gon lifted himself and gazed down at Obi-Wan as he lapped
delicately at the flesh surrounding Qui-Gon's nipples. He
looked up, meeting the gaze, heat sparking between them.
Eyes still locked with his Master's, Obi-Wan stuck out his
tongue, then, flattening it against his Master's chest, he
dragged it slowly over the sensitised nub of flesh. Qui-Gon's
groan was both needy and resigned.
"You will kill me yet."
"Not before I'm finished with you," Obi-Wan murmured as his
tongue followed the dips and hollows of his lover's abdomen.
His Master night be older, but his body had lost none of its
youthful build, the strict regime the Master used to train his
Padawan keeping the teacher in as good shape as the student.
Obi-Wan reached Qui-Gon's cock, the eager rod straining to
reach his mouth. Opening his mouth wide, he swallowed the
straining shaft, purring in delight as his mouth was flooded by
the sharp, strong flavour of his Master's pre-cum. Qui-Gon's
shout of delight echoed the pleasure coursing through their
bond and Obi-Wan opened himself to it.
He continued to work the shaft in his mouth, moaning as the
shared pleasure looped between them until he couldn't tell
where Qui-Gon's pleasure ended and his own began. Their orgasm
exploded through them and Obi-Wan lost himself.
Eyes blinking slowly open, Obi-Wan found himself still
kneeling, his head resting on Qui-Gon's belly. His Master's
presence, warm and sated, was wrapped around his mind, his love
twined around him. He smiled and his eyes drifted closed again
as his body became heavy with sleep.
"Come to bed," Qui-Gon suggested.
Obi-Wan only murmured incoherently and settled more firmly
against his warm pillow.
"You'll be sore in the morning, Padawan."
Ignoring his Master, Obi-Wan was letting mind drift further
towards sleep when a vision of himself curled up around
Qui-Gon's body filled his head and with a groan he pulled
himself up off the floor and slid into bed with the older man.
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