Obi-Wan had no idea what he was getting himself into. When
Qui-Gon requested they go on a little 'excursion' after a
relatively non-eventful diplomatic peace mission, he just
assumed it meant they would do some exploring in the abandoned
mining areas. They had discussed visiting the place before, so
he had presumed this was the opportunity.
He was so wrong.
Things were going well between them, as usual. But there was an
underlying tension in the last few months, and he knew the
cause. Why did I have to tell him how I really felt? He
remembered all but throwing himself at his Master. The heated
argument they had about the Code was only confusing. Qui-Gon
did kiss him back. It was a sweet sensation he hadn't
been able to shake from memory.
Why did he pull back? He wants me with equal fire, I can
feel it.
Defying the Code was no small matter. Obi-Wan would do nothing
to jeopardize his Masters' status among the Jedi. But the
feeling, the craving was as intense as ever. Ever since that
day Qui-Gon was either close or distant, and it was driving him
crazy. It's almost as if he thinks I'm delicate and will
break.
They didn't speak of it in all that time, the argument. Too
much was said, and too much left untouched. I have to find a
way to breach this. I want him so badly.
The opportunity never arose. Over the next few months, driven
by frustration, Obi-Wan decided to see people and date. He
remembered the situation with Debrith, a fellow padawan. She
had always liked Obi-Wan, and was delighted when they began
seeing one another.
It turned into a disaster the night they decided to become
intimate. Jebrith was lovely and willing, and they had a nice
time. Her red ringlets were tousled, her gray eyes bright. She
kissed him in his sleep. Then it happened.
He reached out, murmuring. "Qui-Gon, beloved." Debrith jolted
back in shock.
Obi-Wan continued in his dream-state, stroking her hair. "Love
you forever. Hold me..."
"No!"
Slowly, his eyes opened. He stared mutely at Debrith,
horrified. He'd blown it.
Tears stung behind her eyes. "Qui-Gon! You're in bed with
me and you cry for your Master!"
He tried to stop her. "No, I didn't mean it, please..."
"Get OUT! You disgust me!" she indicated the door, leaving the
bed abruptly.
He slumped, looking at his hands. There was nothing he could
say.
After that he received only cold glares from her. The one time
she spoke the message was crystal clear.
"Pray that I don't report your perversion to the Council."
He knew her words wouldn't be taken as proof. But there were
already enough suspicions about the temple that didn't need
added fuel.
His other relationship didn't fare much better. A brief fling
with another padawan, Renee, whom he hadn't seen since
they were children. A relationship of convenience, doomed from
the start.
This isn't working, I know what I want. Qui-Gon! his
heart shouted in pain. Ghods, I'm dying inside...
Qui-Gon had a good sense of the emotional pain and anguish his
padawan was enduring. I know the Code, but Force, I want
him! It seemed even the control of a Master wasn't enough.
If I could tell you what I feel, show you...
His eyes lit with a mad plan. Dangerous, and possibly ruinous,
but he could't go on this way.
Force forgive my madness, but I can't take it anymore. I
must be with my love in any way fate allows.
Obi-Wan's mind returned to the present. He still couldn't
figure out where they were going on this 'excursion.' Qui-Gon
had been secretive, almost...sly.
"So, padawan, you seem distracted."
Obi-Wan scratched his head. "Master, what are we doing? We've
wandered about the city, roamed the nearby forest. I don't
understand."
A small smile. "I wanted your mind off of the temple and it's
affairs. This is our time."
Obi-Wan stared, befuddled. "Yes, but what are we doing?"
Qui-Gon looked around in the secluded grove where they stood.
He took Obi-Wan's hands in his own, massaging them gently.
"What is your heart's wish, padawan?" he asked softly, eyes
glowing with promise.
Obi-Wan's eyes grew wide with dawning comprehension. Wild hope
made his pulse thump.
"Master...are-are you saying that we.."
Qui-Gon leaned forward, giving him a soft kiss.
"There is a cottage not too far from here" he smiled, "and if
you like we can continue this."
Obi-Wan's breathing quickened. "Oh-oh, yes!" he was delighted.
"Come" he drew the younger man along, pulling him by the hand.
Obi-Wan followed blindly, his body flushed with desire.
The cottage was up a sunny hill with a few sparse trees about.
A small lake was a mile off.
It could have been a flat rock as far as Obi-Wan was concerned.
As long as Qui-Gon is sprawled on it.
They had barely gotten inside when Obi-Wan spun the taller man
against the door, pinning him with a fierce kiss. His hands
frantically roamed the long form.
Qui-Gon returned the kiss with equal intensity before pulling
off a little.
"Patience, padawan. Not all at once. I have a request of thee."
Obi-Wan was gasping. "No more patience! Must we talk at all? I
want you!"
Qui-Gon gave him another firm kiss, then pulled off again.
"There are are so many things I wanted to do with you-"
"Qui-Gon, please..."
The taller man held him tighter. "So many things I want to do
to you..." the eyes darkened with lust.
"Just do it!" Obi-Wan clutched him, voice hoarse with need.
Qui-Gon's lips curled into a feral smile. "Then, I want you to
be my love slave. You will wear what I tell you. You will do
what I command."
The younger man buried his face in Qui-Gon's neck. "I'm already
a slave to love. Want you so much it hurts."
Qui-Gon led him to the bed. He sprawled out on his back.
"Undress me" he commanded.
Obi-Wan could barely contain his excitement. His hands trembled
in anticipation. "Yes, master, gladly."
As he undid bindings, tunic, and pants, Obi-Wan noticed Qui-Gon
wore something slippery underneath. Also something hard. His
breathing came heavily.
"What's this?" husky whisper. Qui-Gon lay on the mattress
passively, watching him.
In amazement, he stared at the sight. Qui-Gon wore dark blue
latex pants, matching armhole mesh half-top, and gold nipple
rings. The garb accented the muscular frame. The wild mane
tumbling down his back. Obi-Wan stood back, staring. Qui-Gon
smiled warmly.
"Like it, padawan?"
Obi-Wan massaged the firm stomach. "Master, you are kinky and
positively gorgeous."
The night blue eyes narrowed. "Now you undress."
Obi-Wan complied quickly. Soon he stood at the bedstand in all
his glory. His cock began to throb.
Qui-Gon slid off the bed. Grabbing Obi-Wan's padawan braid, he
pulled him over to the dresser. With his other hand, he pulled
out a sash, a small bottle of oil, and handcuffs.
Obi-Wan looked at him in surprise but said nothing. He started
to question, but Qui-Gon smashed his lips in another quelling
kiss. The younger man groaned from the attention and his penis
began to swell and rise. Qui-Gon turned him away and tied the
sash over his eyes.
"Master" Obi-Wan panted. "I want-"
"Silence. Do as I say" the taller man led him to the bed. He
pushed the other man face down on the mattress. He attached a
short chain on the handcuffs for greater range.
"Give me your hands."
Silently, Obi-Wan obeyed. Qui-Gon placed a cuff on each wrist,
attaching them to the bedpost.
Large hands traced down the bronzed body, stroking, teasing.
The oil was warm. Qui-Gon spread it generously into every
crevice, over every inch. Obi-Wan groaned again. "Please-"
wiggled hips.
A slap. "Did I instruct you to move?"
"No, Master."
"Then be still." The larger man straddled across his backside
without penetrating. He rubbed his cock between Obi-Wan's
cheeks, moving sensuously side to side.
"Like that?"
"I want you!" Obi-Wan shouted. "I'm going to-"
Qui-Gon sensed his impending orgasm. His hand snaked low, under
and between legs-
and gripped the base of Obi-Wan's cock, preventing release. He
yelped in pain. His face fell down in the pillows, rasping for
air.
"Not yet, my Obi-Wan. Too soon" He oiled his hand. One finger
slid up the warm channel. Two. Three. Four! Obi-Wan nearly
screamed, lifting up, bucking and humping the twisting fist.
His cock bobbed underneath his body.
"YoulikethiswhenIdothistoyouyes!" Qui-Gon rumbled, hoarse with
lust. "You want me to bang until you come-"
"Yes, YES, do me, Master!" Obi-Wan was spun out of control.
Qui-Gon abruptly removed his hand, almost sending his lover
over the edge. He grabbed the swollen cock and yanked on it.
Again, it softened a little. Obi-Wan whimpered.
"I wanted it, no..."
Qui-Gon's own control was fading. He flipped the younger man
over on his back, spreading his legs wide, lifting them a bit.
He leaned forward, rolling his head across the oiled body,
tickling it with his overlong mane. He massaged and pinched the
plump nipples, stroking his hair across them. Obi-Wan writhed
and moaned loudly.
Going lower again, he slapped Obi-Wan's balls repeatedly,
feeling them stiffen from the stimulation. He paddled the fat
nipples, seeing them rise and redden.
"Ghods, Qui-Gon, DON'T STOP!" He arched high, legs flown wild,
up in the air. His cock waggled, straining.
Quickly, Qui-Gon plunged and pulled his mouth on the velvet
head until he tasted the pre-cum. It was time. He was about to
explode himself. With one thrust, he was inside his lover,
pumping him with piston-like precision. The muscles in his back
flexed, sweat splattered from him onto Obi-Wan's chest. His
lover's lush buttocks shook from the pounding.
"I'm coming, Master, I'm coming...YES!!" Obi-Wan shrieked, his
body vibrating, shooting a stream in the air that splattered on
Qui-Gon.
With a coarse cry, Qui-Gon shuddered and came, filling
Obi-Wan's channel. He collapsed on his lover. They lay
trembling, waiting for their bodies and minds to calm.
Slowly, Qui-Gon reached up, removing the handcuffs and untying
the blindfold from Obi-Wan's face. He blinked, dazed and
unfocused.
"Oh. That was so wonderful, my master" he said softly,
snuggling into Qui-Gon's neck. "Love you."
Qui-Gon returned the embrace, holding him tightly. "And I love
thee with all my heart. I wanted our first time together
to be memorable."
Obi-Wan looked into his eyes drowsily, stroking the short
beard. "Like a dream."
Qui-Gon pulled the covers over them both. "A reality now, my
love" he joined his lover in sleep.
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