Archive: M_A, anybody else, please ask!
Category: First-Time, PWP, Romance, a little angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hot sex between two hot guys! Also, please remember, I
am a total amateur!!!!!
Spoilers: None. And no copyright infringement is intended here,
just good clean (well maybe not clean) fun with these wonderful
characters!!!
Summary: Obi-Wan's lust for his Master finally gets the best of
him!!!! This is a response to the keeper's challenge; this is for
the first kept item only.....second one comes later! Takes place
a little before TPM, maybe a year....
Feedback: yes, please, but please be gentle....this is my first
time!! batting widdle kitten eyes ( i'm a fanfic writing
virgin!!)
Also, I don't have a beta reader, but I am usually a good
speller, so please excuse any mistakes!!!! Another note: Okay, so
this is longer than 800 words, sorry, I just got on a roll and
couldn't make it any shorter!!
"Obi-Wan, are you paying attention???", Qui-Gon
snapped, his brow furrowing at the sight of his Padawan awkwardly
losing his grip on his lightsaber, the weapon tumbling out of his
hand, crashing to the grey tile floor below. Obi-Wan turned
crimson, embarrassed at his clumsiness. It was always his
greatest desire to impress his Master, and today it was simply
not working.
Oh, I'm paying attention, he thought, only not to the drill...i'm
distracted by something much more....um...interesting.
Obi-Wan lowered his head in utter embarrassment, his stormy
blue-grey eyes peering up through golden lashes at his Master.
Qui-Gon wore an expression of utter surprise - it was not like
his Padawan, who was so deftly skilled in the use of the
lightsaber, to lose control and fluidity of his movements,
dropping the weapon as he did.
"Is something on your mind, young Padawan?", Qui-Gon
questioned him, searching Obi-Wan's thoughts along their bond for
the slightest sign of distraction. All he sensed was a slight
tremor of frustration, anxiety, and desperation. "If there
is something troubling you, you must speak of it. It is affecting
your performance today, Obi-Wan. This is most unusual for one who
is so attuned to the Force. Whatever it is you simply must
confess, or clear it from your mind, if you are to continue
today."
Obi-Wan gave no response, but continued staring at the floor. He
felt his heart beat so loudly, he thought surely Qui-Gon could
hear it. Finally, he looked up at his Master, and replied, with a
slight smile, "It's nothing, Master, really." It was a
lie, he knew it, and he was afraid that Qui-Gon could sense it.
He had been lying to himself, too, denying the feelings that were
now coursing through his mind, telling himself that he had this
whole matter under control.
The matter being that Obi-Wan was overwhelmed by an all-consuming
lust for his Master.
It was a lust that seemed to grow on itself every minute of every
day, feeding off the sight of his beloved Master, with Obi-Wan
watching in total fascination and hunger at every movement that
Qui-Gon made; the graceful way he seemed to glide across the
floor, the seductive saunter of his hips. Even the silkiness of
his voice seemed to put Obi-Wan in a trance -- oh, how that voice
filled his most passionate dreams, the dreams in which his Master
spoke openly of his love for him, revealing the secret that
he,too, had been keeping; that he had an innermost overwhelming
desire for his beautiful young Padawan.
In those dreams, Obi-Wan's fantasy came true; his desire, lust,
and love for the Jedi Master was equally met by the Master's love
and desire for the Padawan. And in those dreams, lust and love
and desire blended together, as they made love hungrily and
desperately, each one feeding off the love that emanated through
their bond, back and forth, until it blurred into one
overwhelming torrent of passion and undying love. But, much to
Obi-Wan's chagrin, the dream would end, and he would once again
awaken to the reality that these feelings had not been expressed
and that he would face yet another day of desperate want, need
and desire.
This growing lust was beginning to take its toll on the young
Padawan.
And he knew that soon, if he did not confess his feelings, he
would simply implode.
"Try again, Obi-Wan," said Qui-Gon, with a sigh,
"and this time, concentrate."
Obi-Wan took a deep breath, silently cursing his mind for its
distractions; however beautiful the thoughts may be, he would not
be so clumsy this time.....he would not let his Master see just
how unfocused he really was today.
Trying hard to focus, Obi-Wan repeated the practice drill, yet
once again, his thoughts betrayed him......the image of Qui-Gon's
lips meeting his in a passionate, hungry kiss flooded his mind,
and, once again, the lightsaber fell from his grip.
Obi-Wan cursed himself once more, this time quite audibly,
letting out a frustrated scream that echoed off the cold steel
walls of the room. Quickly realizing the loss of control he had
just displayed, he felt his face grow warm with the crimson heat
of shame, and his stormy eyes darted to his Master's face,
widening with a look of helpless remorse.
Qui-Gon glared back at him, arms folded, with a stony expression
of disapproval. "And just what have I told you about
controlling your anger, Padawan??" Obi-Wan said nothing,
dropping his head in shame.
"I'm sorry, Master, I.....
"Go to your quarters at once, and meditate on controlling
your anger. Continue until I arrive, and do not leave your
quarters until I have given you permission to do so.
Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
Upon entering his room, Obi-Wan slammed the door shut, feeling
the anger and shame rise up in him; anger at himself for not
being able to lock these thoughts away deep inside, and shame at
displeasing his Master with such an inexcusably clumsy
performance at practice.
Why is it that I can't get him out of my mind for one minute??
You know the answer to that, Obi-Wan Kenobi, he thought.
Because your Master is the one thing you desire more than
anything in this universe.
More than becoming a Jedi Knight.
Frustrated, Obi-Wan yanked out the mat, pulled it into position,
and fell to his knees, preparing to meditate.
It was no use.
No matter how hard he tried, his mind would not open itself to
the meditation exercises. Every time he closed his eyes, the only
thing he could see were those exquisite indigo eyes, looking deep
into his, lit with such passion, such love......
............and such unfiltered lust.
Oh, fug it, he thought, and quickly rose and made his way to the
shower. It didn't matter if Qui-Gon happened to enter their
chambers and find his Padawan blatantly disobeying a command.
He simply did not care.
He knew his attempts at meditation were hopelessly futile.
He removed his boots, dropping them carelessly and loudly on the
floor, and quickly undressed.
The water was quite a shock at first, startling him into a gasp.
Oh, this is what I need, maybe this will clear my head, he
thought. No use. Even under the icy current that rained down upon
his tense body, he was quite aware of the fire burning inside
him, radiating from his loins. Ah, forget it, this is no good, he
thought, and quickly warmed the water to a soothing temperature.
The cascading warmth gently eased tensed muscles. As the water
danced across his chest, he became vaguely aware of the pleasure
zinging through his body at the mere sensation of it. He ran his
hands up and down his chest, stopping to pinch lightly at already
hardening nipples. This caused a moan to escape him, and in his
mind, it was his Master's large, strong hands caressing him,
exploring him; his luscious fingers toying with Obi-Wan's erect
nipples. He placed one palm against the shower wall, leaning
forward, feeling the water cascade over him, as his other hand
slowly descended to the base of his cock, ever so gently
beginning to stroke it.
His mind at once became flooded with images of his beloved
Master, perched behind him, showering Obi-Wan's shoulder with
kisses, as one large hand deftly stroked his young apprentice's
aching erection.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, and arched his neck back, imagining that
he was leaning his head back against that strong, powerfully
muscled shoulder, and began to moan even louder, his strokes
becoming increasingly faster; his breath coming in short gasps.
He knew he was inching closer and closer towards release, and his
hips began thrusting involuntarily into his palm, incorporating a
delicious, seductive rhythm.
He was so swept away by his own increasing pleasure, that he
never heard the door open in the main room outside.
As he entered their quarters, Qui-Gon's eyes stopped on the now
abandoned mat. His brow furrowing, he looked inquisitively about
the room. Just exactly where was Obi-Wan? Oh, we will have a long
discussion very soon, he thought, I have reminded him again and
again of his defiance, and how it has worked against him, and
this blatant disregard for a command shall not slip by unnoticed.
Obi-Wan's gasps and moans grew louder still; as his rhythm
increased, his taut body began to tremble, signifying the descent
towards ecstasy. A final thought of his Master's throbbing
erection rubbing against the cleft of his tightly muscled
buttocks was all that was needed to send him over the edge.
Crying out his Master's name in utter desperation, Obi-Wan came
violently, hips thrusting desperately, pearly threads of semen
spattering against the shower wall in front of him.
This hotly passionate image was furiously propelled along their
bond, flooding Qui-Gon's mind with an image so beautifully
erotic, that it caused the Jedi Master to gasp suddenly.
He felt a tingling pleasure throughout his body at the thought of
this image, his own groin awakening with a heat he had never
imagined possible. He became aware of his own growing erection,
awakening and pulsing in desperate need and desire.
Could it be true, he thought to himself, that his Padawan
actually had secret desires for him? For it was certain that the
Jedi Master had harboured secret desires for his young
apprentice, ever since the day the charming, willful boy became
the beautiful, headstrong young man.
It was something he had kept to himself, a deep, dark, lustful
secret, never once believing that his feelings would ever be
matched by those of his Padawan. A slightly feral smile spread
slowly across his lips, his eyes darkening with pure lust.
His breath quickening, he made his way toward the sound of
running water in the next room.
He stopped just inside the threshold, gazing in awe at the
beautiful sight which lay before him.
Obi-Wan was leaning forward, one palm still anchored against the
shower wall, chest still heaving from the exhaustion of his spent
passion. His breathing slowed steadily; his heart gradually
returning to its normal rhythm. Qui-Gon let his eyes drift slowly
over every inch of his beautiful Padawan. Many times, he had to
force himself to politely look away when his young apprentice was
dressing or bathing, and had found it hard not to simply stare in
absolute wonder at Obi-Wan's magnificent form. This time, his
eyes could feast on the whole devastatingly beautiful image.
//My dear Padawan......//
Obi-Wan's eyes snapped open and his heart froze.
//M-Master??//
//Yes, Obi-Wan....I am here....turn around, look at me//
Obi-Wan turned his head, palm still against the tiled shower
wall, the other hand dropping to his side. His eyes met the
heated gaze of his Master's. In those beautiful indigo eyes,
Obi-Wan saw an unmistakable fire of heated passion and desire.
Turning off the water, he straightened, and turned around
completely to face those mesmerizing eyes. For a moment, the two
men just stood, frozen, eyes locked on each other, as if breaking
that gaze would absolutely destroy the both of them.
Qui-Gon projected an erotic image along their bond, of Master and
Padawan, making love so urgently, so desperately, two bodies
intertwined, becoming as one, their moans becoming a rising
crescendo of passion and desire and pure lust.
Obi-Wan gasped as the intensely erotic image flooded his mind,
his body becoming aroused again, his breath quickening, chest
heaving with each gasping breath. Yet he remained completely
still, every nerve in his body becoming electric, the lust
surging through him like a wild fire, centering on his groin,
awakening his arousal once more.
The Jedi Master began to slowly step towards his apprentice, as
if slowly stalking him, like a jungle cat circling his prey.
Obi-Wan found that his body was frozen, that he could not take a
step forward or backward. He was simply too overwhelmed with
delicious want, touched with a tinge of fear. Exactly what did
his Master have in mind, he wondered anxiously, just what was he
planning to do with his Padawan...scold him, punish him.....
maybe.....just maybe, his Master would draw him into his arms,
crushing him against that strong, sensuous chest, and kiss him
with such heated passion.....oh, how he longed for that touch,
that erotic sensation of their lips touching, tasting, hungrily
devouring one another...
Obi-Wan let out a long, sensuous moan, and his legs began to move
of their own volition. He stepped out of the shower stall, taut
body glistening, water droplets cascading seductively along the
lean lines of his slender form.
He began to take a tentative step forward, breathing heavily,
eyes remaining fixed on those of his beloved Master. Each step he
took was equally met with an answering, if not challenging step.
Closer and closer they inched towards each other, the space
between them becoming less and less, the heat building between
them.
Suddenly, pure unabated lust consumed Obi-Wan, and he rushed
towards the Jedi Master, pressing his lips hungrily against the
other man's mouth, tasting and devouring the lips that he had
longingly dreamed of, night after night. Qui-Gon met that kiss
with equal passion, and the two were locked together, lips
tasting, tongues exploring.
Obi-Wan slipped his arms around his Master, and felt his Master's
strong hands snake around him, cupping his firm buttocks. A
gentle squeeze caused Obi-Wan to moan softly into his Master's
mouth, their lips remaining firmly locked, each one not wanting
to break the kiss, not wanting to shatter the intensity of the
moment. Obi-Wan ground his hips into Qui-Gon's, relishing in the
sensation of bare flesh against the soft muslin of his Master's
tunic. Qui-Gon lifted the young apprentice in his strong,
sensuous arms, and Obi-Wan wrapped his legs around his Master's
waist. Lips still locked passionately, Qui-Gon carried his
apprentice over to the lavatory, placing him on top of the tiled
counter, Obi-Wan's legs still wrapped tightly around his Master's
waist, refusing to release his grip on the one he desired more
than anything in the universe.
He released Obi-Wan's mouth, the beautiful lips swollen with
lust, and began to trail hot kisses down the young man's neck,
licking, tasting, blazing a wet trail down the heaving chest,
taking a moment to flick playfully at a hard, pebbled nipple,
sucking and biting. A desperate moan escaped Obi-Wan's lips, his
neck arching back, whispering his Master's name with such desire,
such need, the very sound of it sent fiery heat to his already
demanding erection.
Looking up at the beautiful sight of his Padawan's aroused state,
Qui-Gon focused his attention on Obi-Wan's straining erection,
and began to lick the glistening tip, causing Obi-Wan to cry out,
hips arching forward in desperate need. Qui-Gon, becoming totally
consumed by lust, could wait no longer. He plunged his hot mouth
over his Padawan's erection, swallowing every glorious inch,
tongue working gently, sucking, feeling it swell even more
between his lips.
Obi-Wan screamed out in blinding passion, hips thrusting rapidly
into the hot, moist cavern of his Master's mouth. Screaming his
Master's name, he came violently, desperately, his body
convulsing with the intensity of his orgasm, filling his Master's
mouth with his hot seed. Qui-Gon moaned as he swallowed every
precious drop, sucking, milking him completely. This was all the
Jedi Master could bear; he released his mouth from his
apprentice, lifted him from the countertop, and set him down
quickly, turning him over, bending him at the waist.
Obi-Wan began to moan in anticipation, breath quickening, arching
his back, pushing his lower body against his Master's taut
stomach. Qui-Gon quickly removed his boots, tossing them aside.
He frantically threw off his tunic, and shoved his pants down to
his ankles, stepping out of them, while his apprentice writhed
and moaned in front of him.
He touched the tip of his own erection, coating his finger with
the silky, sticky fluid, and gently eased a finger inside his
Padawan, causing Obi-Wan to cry out.
"Ohhh, yessssss, Master, please......."
"Obi-Wan, my love, are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes, please, ohh, it's all I have ever wanted!!!!"
"Oh, my Obi-Wan, I had only hoped...."
Two fingers, and Obi-Wan began pushing against those fingers
desperately.
"Master, please, take me now, I need you, I need you inside
me...ohhh!"
Qui-Gon began to coat the length of his shaft with his own
glistening, seeping fluid, and pressed his erection gently at the
young man's opening. At his apprentice's squeals of delight, he
entered him, feeling a consuming warmth that he could only have
imagined in his wildest dreams.
Obi-Wan pushed back desperately, urging him to fill him
completely.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, yesssss, Master, oh, please...give it to
me!"
"Obi-Wan, my love, you feel sooooo good....ohhh!"
Qui-Gon eased himself in fully, stopping, waiting, relishing in
the feeling of being engulfed in the warm heat of his
apprentice's body.
Obi-Wan writhed and moaned beneath him, moving his own hips in a
desperate attempt to urge his Master to thrust into him, too
impatient to wait any longer. Qui-Gon began to thrust slowly,
eliciting a series of sharp gasps from Obi-Wan.
"Oh, Master, yes, yes,
please...harder....faster.....ohh!!"
Qui-Gon began to pump him faster, harder, driving his erection
all the way to the hilt, causing Obi-Wan to scream with unbridled
passion and pure lust.
The screams of his beautiful Padawan caused the Jedi Master to go
tumbling towards ecstasy. He felt the raging fire rush to his
groin, felt his body convulse, and came rapidly, thrusting
helplessly, his body trembling, filling his precious lover with
his hot essence.
Qui-Gon collapsed against his lover's back, feeling his skin
slide deliciously against the light film of sweat caused by their
heated lovemaking. He began to gently kiss the back of Obi-Wan's
neck, then moved to his ear, gently kissing it, whispering to his
beloved Padawan.
"My Obi-Wan, I never knew."
"Master, I have desired you for many years. I - I was afraid
to let it be known."
"Why, my beautiful, Padawan?"
"I was afraid you would not return my feelings."
Qui-Gon raised up and turned Obi-Wan over, facing him, pulling
him close, gently embracing him, pressing his cheek to the
younger man's forehead.
"Oh, my precious Obi-Wan, I have longed for you since the
day you became a man."
"Oh, Master, I don't know what to say...."
//I love you, my Master//
//And I love you, my Obi-Wan//
A smile began to form on the Padawan's lips. Soon, he began to
chuckle, then laughed harder, as if he were thinking of something
quite funny.
"Whatever could be so funny, Padawan?"
Obi-Wan looked up at his Master, grinning devilishly. "Well,
Master, I guess it's a good thing that you never asked me to
meditate on controlling my desires......or else I would be in
meditation for a lifetime!"
The Jedi Master chuckled softly, and tenderly kissed his
beautiful Padawan on the forehead.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, sighing, imagining just how wonderful a
lifetime of those kisses could be.
-end-
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