Archive: Master_Apprentice, all others, please ask.
Category: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and sappy mush. Woo!
Spoilers: None. Pre-TPM
Summary: umm... lots of sex. ;)
Disclaimer: Everyone knows the boys belong to Lucas. What I do
with them, however, belongs to me.
Feedback: Please, please, please!!
Thankee-sai to Kirby Crow for betaing this for me. She's the
best! And thankee to Claddagh for helping me reword stuff, and
thankee to everyone else in #TPM who helped and encouraged me.
:) HUG
Obi-Wan shivered faintly, then closed his eyes, the touch of
Qui-Gon's lips sending warmth flickering through his limbs and
heat coiling in his belly. He shifted, back arching, as he
tried to press as close to his master as possible. Qui-Gon's
hands finally shifted, slipping from Obi-Wan's shoulders,
restless to explore the younger man's body, eager for the feel
of him. His lips moved across his padawan's in a kiss that
began gently, then very quickly deepened to intense and
demanding as Obi-Wan's lips parted compliantly. Obi-Wan's hands
lifted to wander his master's chest, smiling as Qui-Gon growled
and finally wrapped his arms around him, pulling Obi-Wan to his
feet and against his chest without breaking the kiss. One large
hand slid downwards to cup the younger man's bottom and hold
him tightly against himself, the stiffness in his breeches
revealing his need for his apprentice.
Obi-Wan groaned softly, rubbing against his master, shaking
with his own arousal. His hands slid up Qui-Gon's shoulders,
arms twining about his neck, heart beating rapidly against his
ribs, as Qui-Gon's hand against his backside guided him in slow
undulations against the stiffness of the older man's erection,
legs braced apart. Qui-Gon's other hand lifted to spear through
the short strands of Obi-Wan's hair just as he broke the kiss.
"I love you," he whispered against the young man's lips, eyes
opening and fixing on his face, hazy with passion, voice rough
with barely contained arousal.
Obi-Wan forced his eyes open halfway, breathing quickly. A
soft, purring groan spilled from him as his hips twitched
against his master's. His tongue darted out to wet his lower
lip, the he moved forward to tease along Qui-Gon's mouth with
that wetted tongue. "I belong to you," he whispered in return.
Qui-Gon's eyes glittered with some indefinable satisfaction at
Obi-Wan's words, and his hands tightened on the younger man's
hips. "Yes. Forever, Obi-Wan," he whispered. "I don't care who
else touches you, or talks to you, or calls to you. I don't
care what happens, you are mine." His lips
lowered once more to Obi-Wan's, crushing the younger man's
mouth to his in a demanding, possessive kiss.
Obi-Wan submitted to the kiss, the long sweep of his lashes
shadowing his flushed cheeks. His fingers opened and closed on
the back of Qui-Gon's tunic as his master inhaled the scent of
him, his tongue delving deeply between Obi-Wan's lips. Obi-Wan
felt the hand in his hair pulling his head backward as his
master leaned over him, grinding a thigh against his groin.
Obi-Wan moaned into Qui-Gon's mouth, one hand sliding down the
broad back, then skimming around his hip to wiggle between
their bodies. He fumbled with Qui-Gon's belt, his other hand
tugging pleadingly at the older man's tunic.
Qui-Gon loosened his grip just enough to give Obi-Wan room to
tussle with his belt, then gave a growl of satisfaction as it
fell to the floor. His mouth left his padawan's. "Let's go into
the bedroom."
Obi-Wan nodded quickly, and slipped his arms back up about his
master's neck. "Carry me," he whispered. "I love being in your
arms."
Qui-Gon didn't hesitate, sweeping the smaller man up and
smiling down at him. "As you wish, love," he murmured, then
strode into the bedroom.
Qui-Gon laid Obi-Wan carefully on the bed, looking down at him
with eyes that blazed with need. Obi-Wan smiled up at him, then
shifted gracefully to his knees on the bed, reaching to
unfasten Qui-Gon's tunic, slender fingers deft and quick.
Qui-Gon let his apprentice's fingers work their magic on his
tunic, his own reaching to tug at the fastenings of the
overlarge sleep shirt Obi-Wan was wearing, a smile touching his
lips.
"This is practically falling off of you already," he murmured.
Obi-Wan looked up at Qui-Gon through the sweep of his lashes,
his grin wicked. "I know, how convenient for you. These pants
are almost falling off too," he added, helpfully shoving
Qui-Gon's tunic back over his wide shoulders. He started on the
thin undertunic beneath.
Qui-Gon let go of the buttons of the shirt, dropping his arms
so that his tunic could slide off. His eyes slid along the
smooth skin of Obi-Wan's chest, gliding downwards to note the
loosened state of his pants. He tugged at the tie holding them
up and smiled wryly.
"Lucky for me indeed, my love," he murmured.
Obi-Wan laughed, a soft, husky sound, then his fingers fell
away from Qui-Gon's clothing, uncoiling to his feet as the tie
was tugged loose. He swayed his hips, and the breeches pooled
at his feet, the open shirt barely clinging to one shoulder as
he smiled invitingly up his master.
Qui-Gon watched the pants fall to the ground, then slipped his
hands within the edges of the loose shirt, sliding it off of
Obi-Wan's shoulders, running his hands down his arms. Obi-Wan
shivered, eyes falling closed briefly at the touch, then
stepped out of his pants and went to his knees before Qui-Gon.
His hands found his master's thighs, rubbing up and down the
firm muscles as he leaned forward and snagged the tie of the
older man's breeches with his teeth.
Qui-Gon inhaled sharply as he looked down at his padawan, one
corner of his mouth lifting in a sensual smile. His hand lifted
to stroke the short hair, bracing his legs as Obi-Wan's teeth
worked on the fastenings of his pants. Muscles rippled beneath
Obi-Wan's palms - the only sign of his master's struggle to
stay still - as the young man's teeth deftly unfastened the
tie, nuzzling Qui-Gon's pants apart. Pressing a soft kiss to
his master's lower stomach, his hands trailed up to tug the
breeches open more, sliding them down the other man's hips, his
breath warm on his skin.
Qui-Gon bit back a groan as Obi-Wan's breath fanned across his
skin, his shaft twitching once in response to the heat. "Gods,
you are good at that," he said hoarsely, moving his feet a bit
apart so the pants could slip down his legs easier, his hand
continuing to gently run over the younger man's short hair.
Obi-Wan paused a moment, then closed his eyes and pressed his
head against the stroking hand. His tongue darted over his lip,
and he smiled. A pleased little smile at his master's
complement. Then he leaned forward to rub his cheek against
Qui-Gon's sex, inhaling his scent.
Qui-Gon's breathing turned unsteady at the feel of Obi-Wan's
soft skin against his stiffness. "Obi-Wan..." he grated out
roughly. "In the bed. Get in bed."
Obi-Wan murmured, "Yes, Master," rose with easy grace, and
slipped into the bed, sighing at the pleasure of cool sheets
against heated skin. He sprawled in a sensual drape, eyes on
his master, waiting. Qui-Gon stepped from his breeches,
shrugging unhurriedly out of the last of his clothing, then
moved to his wardrobe, watching Obi-Wan's body move across the
coverlet, blue eyes burning with desire. He reached within and
took a small vial down from a shelf, palming it in his hand
before moving towards the bed. His hunger for his padawan was
obvious from the state of his body.
Obi-Wan wet his lips again, never taking his eyes from his
master, watching the ripple of muscle as the older man walked
slowly towards him. He slid a hand down his hip, fingertips
trailing in circles across his own skin as he shifted, breath
quickening in anticipation. Qui-Gon's eyes trailed the paths
that Obi-Wan's fingers drew down his lithe body. He put one
knee on the bed and uncorked the vial, upending it above
Obi-Wan, letting oil trickle from it to spill across the
younger man's stomach, along the edge of his thigh, between his
legs.
"I suppose," he murmured in a low voice. "That we should just
give up on covers for this bed, considering how many sets we've
ruined with oil."
Obi-Wan gasped, eyes closing as the oil trailed over him, then
laughed softly, stomach concaving. His fingers dipped into the
oil on his stomach, spreading the slickness, arching slightly
to his own touch. Qui-Gon gave a growling sound of pleasure,
watching his padawan's body move. His eyes darkened with the
heat surging through him, and he poured the last of the oil in
his own hand, sliding that slick hand along his shaft.
"Gods..." he grated out as he cast the bottle aside, then moved
onto the bed.
Obi-Wan sprawled his legs apart, his hand sliding lower,
fingers fluttering over his hard shaft, drawing a soft groan
from between parted and flushed lips. He shifted and curled to
reach lower, readying himself for his master, his half-lidded
eyes never leaving Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon shifted across the bed, an
underlying urgency to his movements as he settled between
Obi-Wan's legs. He looked down at his padawan as he knelt
there, lips parting over ragged breaths, and placed one hand on
the young man's thigh. His fingers dug in, massaging slightly,
as he watched his apprentice's hand play across his own cock.
"Keep touching yourself, Obi-Wan," he commanded softly.
Obi-Wan moaned softly, teasing himself with his fingers a
moment, then slipping them from inside his body and back up to
his sex, lightly stroking his shaft. "Master..." he whispered.
"Yours.."
Qui-Gon nodded slightly, the possessiveness apparent in his
eyes and in the way that his hand curled around Obi-Wan's
thigh, speaking agreement with the young man's words. His own
shaft twitched as the younger man touched himself, but other
than that he remained still, simply watching. Obi-Wan's head
fell back in pleasure, his high cheekbones tinged slightly
pink. His lips parted, gasping for breath, whispering his
master's name between the soft gasps, his thigh quivering under
Qui-Gon's hand.
"Master.. please.."
Qui-Gon placed another hand on Obi-Wan's other thigh, forcing
them a bit wider apart. "I want to watch you, Obi-Wan..." he
said, tone commanding. "Touch yourself for me."
His gaze fixed on the spot where his apprentice's hand worked,
and he bore a bit of weight downwards, holding the young man in
place on the bed. Obi-Wan curled the fingers of his other hand
into the comforter, obediently continuing to press feather
light touches over his throbbing shaft. His teeth caught at his
lower lip as he curled his fingers about himself, stroking more
firmly, pushing himself closer to his peak.
Qui-Gon's breathing quickened as he watched, hands on his
padawan's thighs tightening again, kneading the slender legs.
"Yes, that's it Obi-Wan. Show me how you do this when you are
alone. Tell me what you fantasize about."
Obi-Wan writhed under his master's touch, his head falling back
on the pillows, the tempting column of his throat exposed. He
sucked in a breath through parted lips, his voice ragged as he
spoke.
"I.. oh!... you, Master.. I fantasize about you. Taking me,
making me writhe, making me scream."
Qui-Gon's hands slid around his beloved's thighs to cup the
cheeks of his backside, lifting slightly as Obi-Wan's words
echoed through the still air. He pulled, dragging the younger
man against him. "On your back, Obi-Wan? Or on your stomach?"
Obi-Wan groaned loudly, eyes shut. "I don't care," he got out.
"Please, Master.. oh please..." His strokes slowed as he teased
himself, then sped up again as he arched against his master.
Qui-Gon's determination to simply watch his padawan incinerate
in the fire suddenly died out. Sliding his arms up Obi-Wan's
legs, he lifted them over his shoulders as he leaned forward,
one hand at Obi-Wan's calf, the other curled around himself as
he guided his sex to his apprentice. The muscles of Obi-Wan's
legs quivered, bending at the knee to tighten on his master's
shoulders, and he gave a ragged cry as Qui-Gon entered him, his
strokes on his sex slowing for fear of spending himself right
then.
"Master..." he moaned softly, hips bucking upward hard, fingers
clenched tightly in the comforter.
Qui-Gon let out a growl of pleasure as he sank into the searing
heat of his padawan.
"Gods... Obi-Wan," he groaned, his other hand encircling
Obi-Wan's leg again. He held himself still for a moment,
reveling in the feel of his apprentice, then slipped back out
to the tip, thrusting faster into him again, using his grip on
Obi-Wan's legs for leverage.
Obi-Wan panted raggedly for breath, eyes half-opening to watch
his master, the emerald depths glazed with pleasure. He cried
out again, back arched, legs trying to tug Qui-Gon closer, soft
pleas spilling over his lips as his head tossed on the pillow,
his sandy hair standing out in sharp contrast to the black and
silver.
"Master," he whispered again, then was beyond words, trembling
on the brink of climax, every muscle quivering with tension.
Qui-Gon groaned as his control shattered completely and he
began pounding madly into Obi-Wan, each thrust growing faster
and harder. His hair, slightly damp with sweat, worked free
from it's tie and spilled across his shoulders and Obi-Wan's
face, shielding them both. His breath came in time to the sound
of flesh colliding with flesh as he pushed closer to his
climax.
"Obi-Wan!" he cried out hoarsely.
Obi-Wan almost wailed as his master's thrusts drove him over
the edge, his shaft jerking in time with his strokes as he
spilled over his quivering belly, trying to breathe, trying not
to faint from the pleasure. His inner muscles fluttered, then
clenched about Qui-Gon's shaft, his legs tightening over the
older man's shoulders as his back left the bed, supporting
himself on his shoulders. Qui-Gon continued moving through the
first few spasms of his padawan's climax, then joined him in
ecstasy at the delicious caress of the younger man's body's
tightening around him. He slammed into Obi-Wan, holding his
apprentice impaled upon him, while his cock pulsed with heat
deep within the young man. A groan tore through him as his head
fell back, panting breaths coming from him as he stared at the
ceiling.
Obi-Wan moaned, then sagged, panting harshly for breath.
"Master..." was all he could manage as his eyes fell shut
again, his fingers uncurling from his shaft and idly rubbing
his seed into the soft skin of his belly.
Qui-Gon's gaze returned to his padawan as he struggled to
regain his control. "My love..." he murmured, releasing his
grip on Obi-Wan's legs to reach down and caress the younger
man's hand where it moved across his stomach, eyes smiling.
Obi-Wan let his legs slip from Qui-Gon's shoulders, and smiled
up at his master. "I love you," he whispered raggedly as one
hand reached up to stroke the firm jaw, the other slipping out
from under Qui-Gon's and moving to his lips, tongue darting out
to lick the tips clean.
Qui-Gon turned his lips to the hand at his jaw, delivering a
soft kiss to Obi-Wan's fingers. His eyes followed the fast
movement of his padawan's tongue and he groaned again.
"Obi-Wan, how can you continually do this to me?" he
said, half-joking as he slipped gently from the younger man.
"You were born to be in a harem or something. Insatiable."
Obi-Wan's green eyes turned smoldering as he swirled his tongue
around his index finger, then reached out to trail the damp
finger down Qui-Gon's chest. "You make me so, Master," he
whispered in a sated tone.
Qui-Gon gave an aching chuckle and caught Obi-Wan's finger in
his hand to give it a kiss, then lowered himself on his side
next to his padawan as his breath slowly returned to something
resembling normal. "I can't say anything but you do the same to
me." He draped an arm possessively across Obi-Wan's chest.
Obi-Wan smiled softly and turned on his side to burrow into his
master's arms. "I'm never happier then I am laying in your
arms, Master."
Qui-Gon curled his arms tightly around his padawan, clasping
the younger man to his chest and releasing a contented sigh.
"There is nobody else I would rather touch, nobody else I would
ever want to hold like you."
Obi-Wan smiled against Qui-Gon's collarbone, sighing, limbs
going languid as he relaxed into his master's embrace, heart
slowing. "I love you," he whispered. "More than anything."
Qui-Gon kissed Obi-Wan's forehead, bathing in the afterglow and
running his hands idly up and down his padawan's back. "You are
my world in so many ways." He took a deep breath and kissed
Obi-Wan's forehead again.
A moment passed. "Obi-Wan, do you know I love you more than any
person in the galaxy?"
Obi-Wan shifted to gaze up at Qui-Gon, green eyes searching
blue. "Yes," he said softly. "I know, Master. I can feel it
every time you kiss me, every time you touch me." He smiled
softly. "I feel the same about you."
Qui-Gon nodded, and drew Obi-Wan closer. "Good," he murmured as
he stroked a hand down his padawan's back. "Rest for a bit, my
Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan nodded obediently, his eyes already on their way to
closing. "Yes, Master," he murmured, then his breathing evened
out and he drifted off.
Qui-Gon watched his sleeping apprentice a long while before
joining him in sleep, a contented smile curling his lips.
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