This is a quickie written in response to a challenge from a
friend. :-)
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NC17 PWP Q/O
"You're soaking yet, Obi-Wan."
The Jedi Apprentice slowed his walk through their rooms to gaze
steadily in bewilderment at his master. "I'd noticed,"
hesitating only a brief moment before adding the respectable,
"Master."
Qui-Gon either did not hear the sarcasm, or more likely ignored
it in humour. "What happened, Padawan?"
Obi-Wan turned his head, unable to look upon his teacher for a
moment lest he should blush. "I was practising with my
lightsaber. I allowed myself to become... distracted, Master,
it will not happen again."
There was a measure of determination in the student's voice
that for some reason brought a smile to Qui-Gon's face. Always
so determined, always so serious. He could hardly believe he
had found such a wanton, passionate creature under the layers
of Jedi training. "What distracted you, Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan remained silent, tapping one bare wet foot on the tiled
floor. "Well, Padawan?"
"Thoughts of last night, Master."
"Last night?" Qui-Gon schooled his expression carefully,
bestowing an interested smile on his apprentice in much the
same way he used to when Obi had been a child, telling him of
his day if they had been apart.
"On how you... touched me." Obi-Wan's voice trailed off, and
his shoulders drooped. Head bowed, he kept his master unaware
with his stance while he reached out cautiously and touched the
force around Qui-Gon.
Teasing. So that was his game. Well, two could play. Obi-Wan
unhooked his soaking robe and let it fall behind him in a wet
puddle of brown. "I could not keep the images from my mind,
Master," he said, deliberately toning his voice toward apology
and self-recrimination. "When you kissed me, your tongue
tracing the outline of my lips, sliding further in to brush
against my teeth, to outline the roof of my mouth." Qui-Gon
shifted as a sudden blaze of heat coursed up his spine. He
swallowed hard. "And then... your hands, touching me just where
my tunic falls open at the neck."
Obi-Wan pushed one hand into the very same crease now, while
the other worked quickly at his belt. "I remembered how you
undressed me, your fingers brushing my nipples, knowing how
very sensitive they are when I am so very aroused as I was."
His voice lowered, tone changing subtly. He could feel
Qui-Gon's desire flare as his own had done. Softly, his wet
tunic fell to the ground on top of his robe, and he stepped
away, turning slightly so that his profile was visible to his
master.
"I couldn't stop myself from thinking those things. I... I
could almost feel your hands on my erection as you stroked me,
directed me to where you wanted me...." He feigned shyness
incredibly well for someone who even now stood shamelessly
stroking himself through wet, clinging white leggings. His
profile in front of the window, the sunlight outside, gave
Qui-Gon a clear view of his thick erection despite the thin
cloth covering it.
"My own passage longs for you to open it and fill it as I did
yours, Master." Obi-Wan could hear Qui-Gon's rapid breathing,
could feel his eyes burning in their intense scrutiny of his
lithe body. That alone pushed him to complete. He threw his
head back, increasing the speed of his hand on his cock, words
gone, he simply let himself fuck his own grip until he came
hard, shuddering under that passionate gaze.
Spent, he relaxed back and bent to pick up his fallen clothing,
looking to Qui-Gon as if noticing him for the first time.
Straightening, he smiled. "I fell in the water, Master."
Qui-Gon watched in amazement as his Padawan - his glorious
lover - continued through their living area into the bathroom
to dry himself. Gathering his wits, he called back - with as
neutral a tone as possible - "you should take more caution when
playing with your weapon, Obi-Wan."
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