Archive: M_A, any others please ask
Rating: Very NC-17
Category: totally PWP
Summary: Qui-Gon introduces Obi-Wan to the joys of scented
massage oil...much to the Padawan's delight! This is the second
part of the Keeper's challenge.
Spoilers: None....takes place around the time of TPM
Warnings: Just total mindless smut between our boys (hey, with
"oil", what else could it be?)
Feedback: Yes, please! This is only the second fic I have EVER
written, so PLEASE be kind!
Disclaimers: Just borrowing these two from Mr. Lucas, no
copyright infringement intended here.
Special thanks to My Master, Amber, for all her assistance and
her infinite patience with her Padawan. bowing respectfully
Special thanks also to Wolfsbride for all her guidance and
suggestions, and her never-ending confidence in me. waves
gratefully
Obi-Wan could sense it. He could sense those piercing blue eyes
fixed on him, demanding his attention.
Sprawled out along the floor, dressed only in his sleep pants,
Obi-Wan had been reading quietly, his fingers toying absently
with his padawan braid.
Now, looking away from the book he was so intently reading,
Obi-Wan felt a shiver course through him as his eyes fell upon
the source of that demanding gaze.
Qui-Gon was standing before him, sleep pants hanging loosely
about his hips, his hair loose and free from the leather tie,
silvery brown strands draping gracefully over his strong
shoulders.
Obi-Wan's eyes moved slowly over the breathtakingly beautiful
body of his beloved Master, drinking in every luscious inch of
his well-muscled form, until they met the fiery gaze that had
been insistently bearing down on him.
In those beautiful indigo eyes, Obi-Wan saw the unmistakable fire
of pure lust and deepest desire.
He could simply drown in those eyes.....lose himself forever in
them. I could die a happy man, he thought, if those eyes were the
very last thing I was able to see before I left this life.
A slightly wicked smile began to form on Qui-Gon's lips. He
extended one of those beautiful, large hands, palm open, to
Obi-Wan, his eyes never leaving those of his beloved apprentice.
For a moment, there was complete silence. Then came the mental
command...three simple words spoken with such desire that it sent
fire raging to Obi-Wan's groin, awakening his arousal.
//Come, my love//
Obi-Wan's heart pounded in utter anticipation as he reached out
for his Master's hand. As he stood, his eyes never leaving his
Master's, Obi-Wan felt himself being drawn slowly into the
bedchamber.
Qui-Gon said nothing; he simply kept his gaze fixed on his
apprentice as he led him over to the waiting bed. He drew nearer
to Obi-Wan, closing in on the space that separated them, standing
only inches away from his beloved Padawan.
He lightly caressed Obi-Wan's cheek, stroking it gently,
lovingly. The touch of his Master's hand to his face sent a
shiver coursing through Obi-Wan's body, and he leaned in against
that caress, savoring the feel of his Master's loving touch.
Qui-Gon took his Padawan's braid between his thumb and finger,
running his fingers sensuously up and down the length of it. He
then wrapped the braid around his fingers and tugged gently,
bringing his lover nearer, diminishing what little space remained
between them.
Anticipating the touch of his Master's lips to his, Obi-Wan
closed his eyes, lips parting slightly, wanting,
needing.......waiting.......it seemed like an eternity of
waiting, until he at last felt the sensation of tender lips
brushing ever so lightly against his own, teasing him, causing
Obi-Wan to groan in protest, wanting more, needing more. Obi-Wan
felt the silky touch of his Master's tongue teasing his lower
lip, tracing it, then sucking it gently, a low moan escaping from
deep inside Obi-Wan's throat.
Qui-Gon released his hold on Obi-Wan's lip, pulling back from
him, smiling wickedly, eyes emblazoned with lust.
"Stay here", the Jedi Master commanded, "do not
move."
He left the room, leaving Obi-Wan standing, breathing heavily,
eagerly awaiting his Master's return, overcome with frustration
and desire, his arousal now fully awakened, his body craving
release.
Qui-Gon returned momentarily, walking towards his lover with one
hand hidden behind his back. Obi-Wan looked at him inquisitively,
curious to see just what his Master was hiding from him.
Qui-Gon brought his concealed hand into view, and in it was a
small crystal bottle filled with an amber fluid.
A zinging pleasure raced through Obi-Wan, excitement and
anticipation showing on his beautiful face.
Then came the command...//Remove your clothing, my love//
Feeling his arousal deepening, Obi-Wan slowly untied the
drawstring of the sleep pants he was wearing, feeling them slide
softly down his legs, dropping to the floor, his eyes fixed on
those of his Master. The coolness of the air teased lightly at
his now throbbing erection, sending a sensation of pure pleasure
throughout his body.
Taking his lover's hand, Qui-Gon led him to the edge of the bed.
He put both hands on his apprentice's shoulders, pushing him
gently down onto the soft mattress. Obi-Wan looked up at his
Master with stormy blue-grey eyes that were filled with such need
and desire, that the sight of those eyes sent a burning flame of
arousal rushing straight to Qui-Gon's groin.
Qui-Gon bent down and gently cupped his apprentice's cheek in his
hand, then whispered softly into his lover's ear.
"Turn over, beloved."
Obi-Wan, heart pounding madly against his ribs, obeyed his
Master's command, and rolled over onto his stomach, gasping at
the sensation of his now angry erection pressed against the
coolness of the bedding beneath him.
Qui-Gon stood back, admiring the beautiful lines and curves of
his Padawan's form. He sighed, thinking of how he could stand
there for an eternity, gazing in wonder at his lover's beauty.
Obi-Wan began to writhe in anticipation, his body aching to be
touched. He felt he would simply go mad if he were forced to wait
another moment longer to feel those large, strong hands on him.
Qui-Gon knelt down onto the mattress, directly behind Obi-Wan,
gently pushing his apprentice's legs apart, fingers lightly
caressing the strong thighs, causing Obi-Wan to moan softly. His
fingers traveled slowly along the lines of his lover's taut
buttocks, tracing the delicate curves, and he leaned forward to
press a tender kiss onto the small of Obi-Wan's back.
Obi-Wan began to moan louder at the touch of those lips to his
flesh, hips grinding into the soft mattress beneath him, his body
crying out for release.
He heard a small popping sound as Qui-Gon removed the cap from
the crystal bottle he was holding. He became overwhelmed with
excitement and anticipation as he began to realize just how
delicious this was going to be.
Leaning over Obi-Wan, tipping the bottle slightly, Qui-Gon
watched the silky threads of the amber oil seep out of the bottle
and onto his apprentice's shoulders with a sensual, languid
thickness.
Obi-Wan gasped at the touch of the oil to his flesh, and his
nostrils caught the unmistakable scent of musk, intoxicating him
as he inhaled deeply the enticing aroma.
Qui-Gon watched hungrily as the long line of amber oil slowly
made its way down the lean, sensuous lines of his apprentice's
form, sliding seductively down his back, causing the young man to
moan deeply as it drew nearer and nearer to the cleft of his
tightly muscled buttocks.
Obi-Wan gasped and moaned as the gleaming droplet of amber oil
finally reached his most intimate of places, lightly coating the
opening, preparing him for the sensation he most longed for, the
sensation of his lover filling him, claiming him, further sealing
their lover's bond, their bodies becoming connected by love,
desire, and passion.
He writhed beneath Qui-Gon, whimpering, pleading silently for his
beloved Master to take him quickly, passionately.
//Oh, Master, please....I need you inside me, now, ohhhh,
please......//
//Patience, my beloved...//
Obi-Wan became aware once more of the angry erection throbbing
against his stomach, pressing into the soft bedding, his body a
jangle of nerve endings numbed by overwhelming sensation, his
whole being a screaming, demanding mass of want and need.
Qui-Gon leaned back on his heels, and tilted the crystal bottle
over his strong, muscled chest, delighting in the sensation of
the gleaming amber oil drizzling downwards, slowly blazing a
trail, trickling lightly over hardened nipples and continuing
down over his taut abdomen, dipping into his navel, and running
down to the base of his erection. Tiny drops of oil glistened in
the surrounding nest of hair.
Placing the crystal bottle aside, Qui-Gon leaned over and pressed
his chest against his apprentice's oil-slicked back, and began to
slide his body back and forth in an erotic motion, causing
Obi-Wan to moan loudly, arching his lower body up against his
Master's stomach, feeling the delicious sensation of his Master's
erection sliding back and forth along the cleft of his buttocks.
On and on they continued with their erotic rhythm, Qui-Gon moving
back and forth over his lover's slicked form, Obi-Wan arching up
into Qui-Gon's stomach, loving the sensation of his Master's
hardness against him, teasing him, then lowering his hips,
pressing them into the soft bedding beneath.
The heated scent of musk permeated the room, the air becoming
heavy with the aroma of oil mingling with the sweat from their
heated bodies.
Qui-Gon reached down between his apprentice's legs, and Obi-Wan
groaned, lifting his lower body away from the bedding, allowing
his Master's hand to find what it was seeking. Qui-Gon's hand
wrapped around his lover's cock, squeezing it gently, causing
Obi-Wan to gasp suddenly.
"Master.....please....yes....oh!"
Obi-Wan began thrusting into his Master's palm, pumping wildly,
desperate for release. Qui-Gon suddenly released his grip on
Obi-Wan, causing the young man to cry out in protest.
"Patience, my Obi-Wan,", Qui-Gon whispered, and leaning
back, began to spread the glistening oil that was covering his
body, working it down over the length of his shaft.
Please, Master, I must.....I want........//
What is it you want, tell me, my Obi-Wan//
"I want you inside me, now, please... TAKE ME!",
Obi-Wan cried out in utter frustration.
"Yes, my beloved."
Qui-Gon pressed the tip of his erection at the oil-slicked
entrance of his lover's body. With a hissing intake of breath,
Obi-Wan again arched his back, pressing his lower body upwards,
wanting.....needing. As Qui-Gon entered him, Obi-Wan threw his
head back, crying out in sheer pleasure.
"Ohhhh, Master, yes....yes....YES.....PLEASE!"
The sound of his lover's cries of pleasure ignited the Jedi
Master's passion with a frenzy that overtook him instantly. He
began thrusting deeply, rapidly, his fingers tightly grasping his
lover's hips, nails digging into the soft flesh.
Obi-Wan pushed back into those delicious thrusts, needing to take
his lover in deeper, wanting to become one with his beloved
Master, to feel their bodies meld into one being.
Qui-Gon pulled his apprentice's hips back against his taut
stomach, wrapping one arm around Obi-Wan's waist, the other
around his pulsing erection, stroking him urgently, and angled
his thrusts upward, touching the sensitive gland within his
lover's body.
This sent Obi-Wan into a frenzy of need, his erection throbbing
madly, teetering on the brink of orgasm as he pumped wildly into
his Master's hand, laying his head back against that strong
shoulder, eyelids fluttering, his lips parted and swollen with
lust, gasping for breath, reaching out for the release that was
just beyond his reach.
He could feel Qui-Gon swelling within him, felt his Master's body
begin to tremble with the impending orgasm. Qui-Gon gave one more
hard thrust, stroking the sensitive prostate deep inside his
lover, and Obi-Wan felt the familiar fire rush to his groin, and
felt his body tighten and convulse, sending him spiraling towards
ecstasy.
Screaming his lover's name, Obi-Wan came violently, pearly
strands of hot seed spilling out into his Master's hand and onto
the bedding beneath him.
His release was all that was needed to send Qui-Gon over the
edge, and he too came hard, thrusting madly, tightening his grip
around his lover's waist, as he spilled his seed deep inside his
lover.
For a moment, the two men remained locked together, both gasping
for breath, struggling to recover from the intensity of their
orgasm. Obi-Wan's knees buckled underneath him, and he fell
forward into the soft bedding, his Master falling with him.
Qui-Gon rolled over to one side, pulling his lover close, his
strong arms wrapped around Obi-Wan, holding him, possessively.
You are mine, beloved//
Yes, Master, I am yours...now and forever//
Qui-Gon smiled, nuzzling the back of his Padawan's dampened hair,
the ponytail tickling his nose playfully. He began to press soft,
delicate kisses along the back of Obi-Wan's neck, hearing him
purr with delight.
Yes......forever was just what he had in mind.
~end~
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