I Burn For Him
Author: Lady Farcly - ladyfarcly@altavista.com  

Series:  None
Archive: master_apprentice always, and will be on my own site
eventually, anyone else please ask first.

Category:    PWP, First Time, ficlet, POV's

Rating:    NC 17 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:  Two Jedi, One thought and finally acting on it.

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.    

Special Thanks to Ki for Betaing for me, being supportive of my
writing and having helpful suggestions. I made all the neccesary
corrections and changes so any and all mistakes are mine.


(--------- These lines signify change in POV)


I burn for him.  I lie alone in my bed at night and wonder what he
dreams about.  Is it me?  Does he get as hard as I do?  Does he let
his body react and stroke his aching cock as I do?  No not my Master.


He is the paragon of calm and controlled emotion.  I watch him
everyday.  He is kind and gentle.  Always careful how he talks to me,
he would never put me down.  His body is strong and lean.  Yet, even
the merest sight of his flaccid penis can invoke such a reaction in
my body.  If only he would possess me.


But I am his Padawan and that just won't happen.  I know, other
padawans and masters have bonded, but they are opposite-sex couples.  


I ache for him.  My hand caresses my tense chest. Carefully, I rake
my nails over my nipples  and arch my back in pleasure.  In my mind
it is his fingers and hands touching me.  My palm strokes my taut
abdomen, my eyes drift closed.


If he could just see me as the man I have become and not the boy
anymore, my life would be complete.  Just once, to hold him naked
against me.


My hand now slides lower cupping and giving my balls a gentle
squeeze. I'm so very close, I always am and quickly when I lie here
at night and think about my Master.


My hands are hot and sweaty against my sensitized skin as I grasp my
hard cock. It throbs, telling me to make it quick, I stroke, and my
thumb covers the tip and I smear the pre cum around stifling a moan.  
I know he hasn't retired for the night yet and as much as I'd love
for him to join me I know he won't. I'm not sure if I want him to
really know what I'm doing in here.


I can feel it build in me, the pressure wanting to be released. I
pull harder and gasp.  


I hear a faint noise and look up.


He is watching me.


-------


Does my Padawan think I cannot hear him night after night?  Does he
not know what it does to me to hear my name on his lips when he comes
none to quietly in the feigned privacy of his room?


I know he watches me, as I do him.  I will not just take however
tempting it may be.  I've been burnt before, terribly so.  This is
why I never wanted another apprentice.  But after coercion from the
council I took him on.


Obi-Wan has always been a beautiful boy. Now he is an exceptionally
attractive young man.  My Padawan. My Obi-Wan.


Does he know what his simple touches do to me?  Does he know he
projects his arousal to me?  No I don't think he does.  I lie in bed
after I torture myself listening for his orgasm, and I stroke my own
erection.


I imagine his lips on my skin.  Him beneath me wriggling and
squirming; begging for release, relief that only I can give him.  I
fill him and he takes it wonderfully, he begs for me to go faster,
harder deeper, and I do, oh yes I do, by Padawan only has to say the
word and he is my master.


Yet this night is different in the sense that he is  calling to
me...consciously or not. I cannot help but feel he is silently
begging me to catch him and end his torment. If he only knew it would
end mine.


I want to watch him come, just once and I would be happy forever in
the knowledge I had at least witnessed it.  I walk softly to his door
and carefully using all my Jedi Stealth open the door enough to see
the naked figure on the bed, hips arching, fist stroking, I am aching
hard and I want him all the more, this was a Mistake, I moaned and he
looks at me, his eyes wide, passion hazed he stops his motion but
does not let go of the cock in his had, it is copiously leaking fluid
now and I want a taste.


-------


"Master?" I whisper and feel like I'm being visually devoured.


"Please continue Padawan, I would like to watch you complete this."
he said and I shudder, now emboldened.


"Master, help me, please???" I beg, and I don't care.  He's moving
into my room and all conscious thought leaves me.

------


I sit on the edge of my Obi-Wan's bed and take his hand gently away
from the straining cock and with any thought to consequences I lower
my head and lick the tip of his long thick cock, tasting his essence
wanting more.  His hips buck and his hand strokes through my hair.


"Please, Master." He begs me so beautifully... How can I refuse. I
take him in fully and suck as I draw back. I know he is too close and
this isn't going to take any time at all before his release hits.


I open my mind to him and am slammed with such love, lust and want I
can barely stand it.


He comes with a loud cry, deep into my throat and I swallow around
him, moaning, seeing stars myself...and when is spent, I pull
back...with a small soft chuckle.

------


"Master that was...What is so humorous?"  I ask, completely sated.


My master takes my hand and places it on the wet sticky spot on his
sleeping pants and sighs.


I am astonished, "But I didn't touch...." I say


"No love nothing touched me, I dare say I haven't done that since I
was an apprentice myself." he said and finally leaned in to kiss me.


I savor him, the taste of my semen on his lips, and a taste uniquely
his.


"My bed is larger, Padawan." he whispers. And I nod.


There is no way I'll let that invitation slide by me, and I follow
him to his room.

fini
(may be continued not sure yet)