Sequel: follows I Burn For Him, and I Moaned In the Temple
Library
Archive: master_apprentice always, and will be on my own site
eventually, anyone else please ask first.
Category: QG POV, Romance, and PWP
Rating: NC17 QG/OW
Warnings: M/M Slash of course.
Spoilers: None that I know of because we all know I was the
LAST person alive who saw the movie TPM, there for I need not
warn anyone but myself.
Summary: Qui-Gon is unusually playful.
Note: I am in total Qui-Gon departure denial; it hurts less to
say it that way. TPM happens but Qui-Gon DOESN'T die, DO YOU
HEAR ME?!?!? Good as long as we're clear on that.
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are owned by G. Lucas and he
also operates everything his own way, I only manipulate, for no
monetary gain using the force. I also disinfect after every use
before I put them away.
THANKS to Ki for the Beta, I made all the changes, so any and
all mistakes and oopsies are mine alone.
I walk the corridors, Mace at my side. He is my oldest and
dearest friend.
Master Mace Windu can be the biggest pain in the ass going,
with his by-the-code attitude. However Mace, my friend, is one
of the kindest most understanding people I know. He is very
pleased I have finally come to my senses and returned my
Padawan's affection. He teases me on how oblivious I was to all
the signs.
He is right, if you don't really want to see something, you
don't. I can feel my Padawan projecting. I'm getting very clear
thoughts from him and the Force is thrumming around the temple.
Mace and I stop to finish out talk and he leans closer telling
me Obi- wan needs a few lessons in controlling his emotions. I
laugh outright; I know full well he does.
I look down the hall, into the temple Library, and see even at
that distance my Padawan is watching me. I feel a wave of
jealousy wash over me and tell Mace, we both have a chuckle and
I send Obi-wan a few thoughts and images about the previous
evening.
He is startled, realizing he is projecting and remembers it is
a two- way street. I leave Mace then and head home, carefully
sending thoughts to my Padawan as he reminisces about me.
I feel my cock go hard as he thinks about what he had done to
me the night before and smile. My Padawan can be a walking
contradiction, he his sweet and kind, beautiful and naive, He
is also the holder of a very bad temper that is not often shown
and he can be impulsive to a fault. He is generous and
appealing in so many ways. He turns heads wherever we are and
always has a smile for anyone he meets.
He has so many hidden fears, and doubts about his abilities and
his need to please can be overwhelming. Obi-Wan has never lied
to me. He has had a few instances of not offering information
when he should have. I did corrected him for it. When he was a
boy, he spent a time or two across my knee getting paddled for
one thing or another, but no more than any of the other year
mates his age.
I was always affectionate with him, as he always seemed starved
for physical contact, not sexual then, just to have contact
with another being. As I walk home, I remember things.
I would allow him in my bed during storms and rock him to
sleep. Until he hit puberty and then he needed to stay in his
own bed. I have never thought of him like a father does of a
son, and I had always thought that was do to my mistakes with
Xanatos, but now I see it was something different, I was
sub-consciously waiting for my Padawan to become a man.
I love teasing him, I always have. It's a game we play. I
usually play stupid, and it drives him nuts when I question him
on everything.
Now this new form of teasing, well, it's going to bite me in
the ass. I know it. I get aroused sending him these images of
what I felt while he did those things to me.
I watched him sleep this morning. He takes up much more room
than he used to. I can see he is going to be a bed hog, but I
don't mind, the fringe benefits far outweighing such a trivial
thing.
Obi-Wan is like a furnace when he sleeps. I only need him
beside me in order to keep warm. As I lay watching him this
morning, I looked over his nude body with renewed interest. His
skin was soft and flawless usual tightly corded muscles
relaxed. He looked almost angelic, I say almost because I know
he is not. No one can do the things he can to me and be
angelic, heaven sent, yes, but Aangel- like, oh no.
He was sound asleep and already his morning erection appeared.
Mine was already throbbing, between the need to relieve myself
and with wanting my Padawan again.
His chest is smooth and firm, his flat nipples became hard nubs
as the morning cool air from the window breezes in lightly. He
moved slightly yet did not awaken. I gently touched his chest
slid my palm down his abdomen.
He mumbled something but I continued. I stroked his erection,
and he moaned and squirming, coming awake slowly. My thumb
swept across the tip and he sighed, "Morning, My Master." his
voice soft and sleepy.
"Morning, my Padawan." I said and leaned in to kiss those
perfect lips.
"Mmmmmmmm, I was dreaming." he said as I slowly pulled back.
"Of what?" I asked and moved to cover his body, letting our
erections glide against each other. The heat and friction of
skin on skin was almost more than I could bear.
Obi-Wan gasped and managed "this, you...oh.... Qui...please."
He began rolling his hips beneath me and I kissed him again, my
tongue dancing with his as our release approached.
I'm sure that in time, when we get used to each other, we will
slow things down a bit. I can and I'm sure that he can, as
well. However, right now, the need to possess each other is so
high, we have yet to go slow.
In all fairness, it is still in our first 24 hours of sexual
activity, this being the third time we have been intimate, but
I do so want to love him slowly and savour each second.
Obi-Wan groaned and our cocks were slick with pre cum.
"Now, my love, join me...." I whispered against parted lips and
I felt him pulse between us and followed him.
I lay panting on him before rolling to the side. He was smiling
so very contented.
It was a beautiful site, my Padawan, covered in our mixed
fluids, sated for now, and grinning.
I feel him getting closer. I know my thoughts have added to his
and he has had a somewhat embarrassing moment in the Temple
Library.
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