Fandom: Star Wars Episode 1
Pairing: Obi Wan/Qui-Gon
Rating: nc-17
Archive: yes with Reets@united.net address.
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns them and I ain't fighting with
that. LOL No money is being sought in the use of these
characters.
Thanks to Rebecca and MJWang, for making it readable. Comments
are always welcome. reets@united.net
Summary: After the long dusty days, Obi Wan finally scrubs some
of that dirt and sweat away. What will he do when someone offers
to join him?
First person: Obi Wan.
The quiet calms my nerves and my senses as I sink lower in the
large tub of warm water. Even in his silent steps, I hear my
master's footfall.
He's barefooted, as he steps closer I can see he's removed his
robe. He says nothing, but lifts a rag from the warm water and
squeezes it on his head.The water droplets take different paths
and drip off my skull, landing on my shoulders and cheeks. I
smile, but don't look up. His playfulness is rare and to be
cherished. Too often I've seen the look of despair and pain on
his face. Not the joy and happiness of a man set in his destiny.
He steps to the side of the tub and dips a hand in the water,
swirling it around. 'Come in, join me.' My heart cries, but I'm
just as afraid his answer may be 'yes.' I dare not ask.
He slips the belt off and lays his top shirt aside, all the while
watching me. I've yet to meet his eyes. I'm not sure what I want
to see there. At the end of the tub, my toes curl around the end
and his fingers brush the tops. I know he's noticed my breathing.
Try as I might, I can't control how fast my heart is beating.
My breaths shallow, almost gasping as he runs his hand down the
top of my foot to my ankle. He reaches my calf and I gasp. Now
I've done it: he's withdrawn. But wait, he scoops up some water
and brings it up his arms. How to invite him inside the tub?
Tongue- tied, I haven't been that way in ages. Not since I first
met him. He steps away and walks around the tub. His hand skims
my shoulder, up to my chin and he lifts my head back. Our eyes
meet finally and I see the question and nod. I open my mouth to
speak, but his fingers shush me without words. He steps behind me
and I hear the rustle of clothes as he removes his undershirt and
pants. I know he senses the sudden spike of panic in me, because
I feel his calmness wash over me. I slide forward without being
asked and feel the heat of his legs as he steps inside the tub
and settles behind me.
Strong hands massage my shoulders and neck, and then he pulls me
back against him. The wide, smooth chest, strong against my back
and I feel his breath on my neck, his arousal pressed against my
ass. I moan, just slightly, just barely audible, to me anyway. He
reciprocates by cupping my face and leaning my head back and to
the side. I feel his soft whiskers against my chin and his eyes
meet mine.
"A word and I'll go."
My heartbeat quickens. Is it one word at all or just the wrong
word? I want to ask, but instead I grip his head and pull closer.
I breathe his breath as he holds me closer than I've ever been to
another person. My entire body is alive with passion and no word
could stop it for me. No word would make me end this moment. I
nod and his lips touch mine. The kiss is awkward and I'm clumsy.
I know he must regret it, but he doesn't pull away. I twist in
his arms, fighting the tub and water until I'm straddling his
waist. The kiss is better now and he grips my shoulders and back
hard, forcing our bodies together. He's probing my mouth with his
tongue, controlling the tilt of my head with his hand. So
powerful, so wise, so desirable, I would die for him, but I want
to live for him more.
His hands travel down my body as his mouth moves down to my neck.
I try to stay silent but a groan escapes my mouth, as his hands
grip my ass. I'm not sure what to do, my body aches with need,
but my mind is questioning the path I'm choosing. I go with my
heart and body and pull his head up for another round of kisses.
This time I find the leather tie in his hair and set the soft
locks free. My fingers now roam and grip the silky strands as
they fall around his face. Our eyes lock and I bite my bottom lip
as his fingers brush my most intimate place. This is so new, but
so arousing.
He kisses my cheek as I lean my head against his and whispers in
my ear, "Calm yourself."
He lifts my hips so that I am kneeling in the tub, my arousal
very visible above the water. I can feel the rush of heat to my
face as he eyes my erection. His smile is warm, tender and his
eyes, they see into my soul. Next to the tub, he finds the lotion
I had used to quench my dry skin after the long stay on
Tattooine.
He holds out his hand and dips a finger inside the cool liquid. I
know what's coming and I push myself back, anxiously awaiting the
slick digit. He teases me for a moment as he plants kisses along
my stomach. His beard tickles and I almost laugh, but I keep my
composure. He looks up at me and grins; I can't help but touch
him. The strong nose, soft beard. I outline his mouth with my
fingers and lean down for a kiss. At that moment, he slips his
finger inside me and I gasp. He's controlling the kiss now and I
don't want to pull back. His finger twists and turns, retreats
and dives deep. It's joined by a second and I wince in pain. He
slows and shushes me with his lips against my throat. I wrap my
arms around his shoulders and back, clinging to him as he opens
my body for him.
Calm washes over me, I know it's from him and I relax instantly.
Gently he withdraws his fingers and turns me away from him. His
hands grip mine and place them on the tub and he kneels behind
me. The warm water is cooling and I feel its spiky waves tickling
my testicles as they swing between my spread thighs. A swift
movement and I feel his cock pressing inside me. It's like
nothing I've ever experienced. My body resists and Qui-Gon
retreats. I'm scared he won't try again. I want this, yet I'm so
frightened. He's back and this time his cock is slick and with a
gentle push he gains entrance where no one has ever been. I cry
out, I can't help it, it burns and stings. I force the tears
away, knowing I'd regret showing my weakness. But he doesn't
consider it that way.
"Time," he says, and caresses every inch of my body
that he can reach.
Time it is, it takes a long while for my body to adjust to him,
but he is patient. As soon as I relax, he kisses my neck and back
then beings a slow rhythm. He lifts my body and thrusts into me
as his hands caress and pull me closer. His lips dance against my
ear and I hear his breath quicken. One large, callused hand
closes over my erection and stokes it. I can't help but rotate my
hips, thrusting into the fist and back onto him. This one
coupling connects us more than anything else does. It is almost
as if this was meant to be -- we were meant to be.
I am trapped so completely that I sigh with the realization that
I cannot get away. I don't want to, but the idea of being owned,
possessed, is so arousing that my entire body tingles with the
excitement. I grip his arms and lean back; he kisses me as best
he can at that angle. I want so much more. He senses this and
pulls away. I start to protest, but he motions me out of the tub.
A thick stack of blankets rest on a corner table and he tosses
them to the floor and lowers me down. He settles on top of me and
we kiss for what seems like forever. I can feel his erection
press against mine, but I want more. I lift my legs around his
waist and he gets the message. Another instant and he traps my
legs and pulls them up over his arms. His cock thrusts forward
into me and I grab for his head and pull him down, as the
connection is once again complete. This time I control the kiss
as my body readjusts to him. The feeling is different, deeper and
I can't help but moan. I want nothing more at this point in my
life. This experience, this feeling. I belong to him and him to
me. For the first time, I hear the whimpers and moans escaping
his lips. The pride wells up inside me. I am so pleased that I
can bring him pleasure. I clamp my muscles and hear him gasp. He
smiles at me and captures my mouth again in a fierce kiss.
We moved again; I think we've made love on every surface in the
room now. I'm on my hands and knees, waiting the second it takes
him to reposition himself. His cock is a welcome feeling as it
slips back inside me. His gentleness is driving me crazy. I want
more now. Need more. I push back on him as he thrusts inside me
and he gets the message. I push back with each return now and he
guides my hand to my cock. I had neglected my own arousal,
concentrating too much on the feel of his body against me, his
cock inside me, his lips teasing and kissing me. My cock is slick
with my own body fluid and it guides easily through my fingers.
It only takes a few moments. My body wants to lose control. I
want to wait for him; I want it to happen together, but my body
betrays me. After keeping it waiting for so long, it takes
advantage of me. My body tightens, tingles and with a cry of
release I cum. Long pearly strings erupt from the tip of my cock
and spray on the blanket beneath us. Qui-Gon is pumping faster
now, his cock touches something inside me and I shudder. Strong
hands grip my hips tight enough to leave bruises, but I don't
care. I feel his cock swell inside me, and then the hot liquid
bathes my insides. I cry out with him as he leans down and forces
me flat.
He rolls off me gently and settles beside me. My body aches in
ways I've not imagined, but I manage to turn to him and smile. He
gathers me close and kisses my head, eyes, cheeks and mouth. We
hold each other for a long time before any words are spoken. My
body has calmed now and my eyes grow heavy.
"We should finish your bath."
I yawn and look up into his eyes. "Yes, Master."
He surprises me by what he does next. He grabs my head and pulls
me close, his breath warm against my mouth. He doesn't kiss me,
just holds me there. Finally I feel his grip relax and he utters
one word.
"Lover."
Just one, but it speaks volumes. He stands up and pulls me to my
feet. The water has cooled, but it feels good against my sweat
slick flesh. He scrubs my body as I kneel in the water; he's
there behind me as well and the rinse water covers us both.
Too many words would spoil this, but my mind is a flutter with
questions. Why, why now, why not sooner in my training when I
could have shared a hundred nights with him? Why wait until the
ending, until he's taken another pupil to train? But I sense that
tonight, the questions should wait. I follow him to the room
assigned to us and he closes the door. I step to my own bed, but
he stares at me until I meet his gaze.
"Sleep here tonight." He motions to his bed with his
hand.
My heart is soaring, never would I have imagined he'd ask. I
quickly disrobe and climb into the soft bed. It's a bit more
pampered than I have ever felt and I have a hard time settling
down. He gets in finally next to me and closes his eyes. I know
he's not sleeping, just wishing calmness on me.
"May I sleep here?" I ask timidly and place my hand on
his chest.
"I would be honored." He pulls me close and kisses me
hard and with so much passion that I feel my cock stir as his
lips dance against mine. His tongue probes inside my mouth and
duels with my own. He pulls back finally and kisses my nose.
"I love you Obi- Wan."
I feel the tears well up inside me and I don't fight them. I wrap
my arms around him and lie down on his chest. "And I love
you." It was all that needed saying. I relax against him and
he pulls me close. It is the happiest I've ever been and can ever
hope to be.