Archive : Yes MA, QJEB
Category : PWP, POV (Obi's), First Time
Rating : NC17
Summary : Qui-Gon is being held in a brothel. Obi-Wan buys his
time.
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Disclaimer : Sadly I neither own them nor do I get any money.
I pushed the door opened and entered the room murmuring dismissal
to the droid and closing the door behind me. I avoided looking
into the room as long as possible by turning and ensuring the
door was locked, then my eyes were drawn inexorably to the other
side of the room. He was standing against the sideboard, leaning
against the dark wood pouring wine, but as my eyes reached him he
straightened and turned to face me.
//Master?// the thought was hesitant and a little worried. I
watched his face carefully, taking in the slightly hazy
expression and the relief that joined the hint of shame and
something else I couldn't quite place. He was wearing only a pair
of dark coloured trousers in a silky, clinging fabric that hung
low on his hips, his chest and feet were bare. His hair was lose
around his shoulders. I took a shaky breath. He looked
vulnerable, younger somehow and unsure, and there were unfamiliar
emotions flickering in his eyes.
He also looked stunning, tall and lean and powerful, the soft
fabric emphasising the sharp jut of his hips and the bulge at his
groin. The knowledge that I had just paid a small fortune to
spend the night with him was lending an air of forbidden
eroticism to the vision before me. I tried to reach along our
bond again, and again received no reply. I opened my mouth to
speak when I saw that my Master was directing his eyes to a dark
corner where two walls met the ceiling. Following his glance I
saw that a tiny surveillance device was inset into the cornice.
I moved forward to take the glass that was being offered. //I see
it Master// and added vocally, "They tell me you are
Jedi."
"People who are trying to sell something often make
exaggerated claims for the merchandise." Qui-Gon's voice was
a little husky sending shivers through me.
"I hope they are not exaggerated, I certainly paid enough
for you." I replied as casually as I could. //Can we get out
of here?//
He raised an eyebrow, "Really? Then I shall have to see that
you get value for money wont I?" He stepped close to me and
placed a hand around my neck, holding me firmly and pulling me
closer. I was frozen as I watched his mouth descend and brush my
lips lightly before moving to nuzzle under my ear. His voice was
barely a whisper, "Can you sense the surveillance
device?" I nodded. "Then try to make it a little less
effective, just fuzzy not disabled."
His lips were resting on my skin doing terrible things to my
concentration but I did as he asked and managed to tweak the
device. //I think that should do it Master.// I stifled a groan
as he moved back to my mouth and licked my lips before kissing me
lingeringly. //Master?//
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I'm sorry?" I felt dazed.
"You paid for me, what do you want me to do?"
Oh my...this was going to be a difficult night...I couldn't
really do this....not with my Master...could I? //Master?//
He was watching me with an understanding glow in those deep blue
eyes. "It's alright you know. Whatever you want is yours for
the asking. This is your night." He ran a finger down my
cheek as I took a gulp of wine to steady my nerves... a little
alcohol might be helpful. His soft voice was driving me crazy.
"What are your deepest....darkest ...desires."
//Master!?// It seemed to be all I could say and a gleam of
mischief lit his eyes.
"Tell me your fantasies."
He was definitely teasing me so I decided to respond in kind,
perhaps all we would have to do was talk to each other... yeah
sure. "My fantasies....Hmm..." I made a play of
remembering, it wasn't too hard I had been dreaming of the body
in front of me since I was around sixteen. Dreams of him running
his big hands all over me, stroking and teasing and probing.
Dreams of being picked up in his arms and carried to the huge bed
in his room in the Temple...tossed down to lie sprawled while he
stood and stripped his clothes off, tossing them away in his
eagerness. Dreams of being held down while he swallowed me whole,
of having gentle hands run down my back while he thrust inside
me, of being pushed against the wall...
"Tell me!" The sound of his voice suddenly harsh
brought me back to reality and I realised that he had heard my
thoughts. I felt my face flame and tried to look away but he held
my face between his hands. "Whatever you want to do is
alright little one."
//Little one?// I saw the smile in his eyes deepen and felt
frustrated that he was unable to access the Force to speak to me
through the bond. I repeated it out loud. "Little one?"
"All things are relative and besides I don't know your
name."
Of course, we didn't know each other, "Call me Ben." I
used that name often enough.
"Well Ben, what shall we do?" He drained his glass and
placed it on a low table. "Shall we take it slow and gentle
or do you want it hot and wild." As he said it he leaned in
to me again, "See if you can fuzz the surveillance a bit
more, I'd rather not see this for sale on street corners."
It was barely a breath across my skin and I shuddered as he
nipped on my earlobe, but I managed to nudge the device a bit
more, hoping it would be enough. He was right, tonight would be
difficult enough to deal with in the cold light of day without
hard evidence for all and sundry to leer over.
Suddenly something snapped, if this was going to happen I might
as well enjoy it. I pulled his mouth to mine and growled ,
"Wild and hot," then I kissed him long and hard. Part
of me was quaking at touching my Master like this and part of me
was screaming YES.
When I came up for air he stepped away and just stood gazing down
at me his eyes dark, his lips slightly parted his chest heaving a
little as he too regained his composure. "Now what."
"Undress me." The words came out of my mouth without
conscious thought and I trembled as something wild flared in his
eyes.
"Oh yes." He said it so low I doubt the recorders could
have picked it up even before I'd fiddled with them. For a moment
he seemed to be considering then he moved to the wall and dimmed
the lights to a golden glow. "Better." He was talking
to himself I think, perhaps it was the drugs I was sure they'd
fed him or perhaps he was following his own advice and living in
the moment.
He stood in front of me and slid his hands under the lose jacket
I wore, easing it off my shoulders and tossing it over the back
of a chair. Then he ran his hands down the snug white T-shirt
letting his finger tips trail over every ridge and hollow before
tugging it out of the waist band, peeling the stretchy fabric up
over my head and sending it to rest beside the jacket. For a long
moment his hands rested flat on my chest and I closed my eyes and
felt the warmth seep into me.
"Take of your shoes."
I looked into his eyes, "I thought you were
undressing me."
He raised an amused eyebrow and dropped lightly to his knees
lifting one foot in his hands so I had to lean on his shoulder to
keep balance. He slid off the soft boot and sock then simply held
my foot in his hand, long fingers curling around. Suddenly my
foot seemed tiny in his huge hands. He rubbed his thumb from
ankle to toe and squeezed gently. I have never found feet all
that alluring but by the time he had both mine bare I was ready
to collapse in a quivering mess. Sensing my emotions he smiled up
at me and pressed a soft kiss to each foot before standing to
face me again.
"Which just leaves these, " he murmured as he curled a
finger into the waist band and began to undo the buttons, slowly,
letting his fingers rest against my skin as they moved
oh-so-slowly downward. When the fastenings were all open he put
his hands on the fabric over my hips and eased it down. I hissed
as my cock was tortured by the slow graze of the fabric and let
out a soft moan as I was exposed to the air and his gaze.
"Beautiful," a sigh as he took me in his hand and again
just held me.
The expression in his eyes as he looked at my body sent a flare
of warmth, lust and affection through me. Then his eyes raised to
mine and held me as he quickly stripped the trousers down my legs
and edged me forward so I stepped out of them.
I was naked before him, hard and eager. Once again he murmured,
"Beautiful," and I blushed under his gaze. "Now
what little one." He smiled at my flare of indignation at
the name. "You have the rest of your life to be sensible and
responsible. Let yourself go." A long finger roamed from my
collarbone to my cock. "Take what you want."
The contrast between the soft voice and the hot smoulder in his
eyes pushed me over the edge.
"Go and stand by the table." I waited while he obeyed.
"The other side, face me." That would have his back to
the recording device. I took a moment to fuzz it a little more,
hopefully they would think it was slowly failing, then I went to
stand behind him. "Drop your pants." A tiny shudder ran
across the muscles in his back then he moved to untie the cord
and allowed the silky fabric to slither down those long, long
legs.
I drank in the sight of him, beautiful was too small a word. I
rested a hand on his firm buttocks, "Spread your legs,"
and had to close my eyes as he did so, almost coming as he stood
before me. "Bend over, on the table." He might not be
have been able to communicate in words through the bond but a
torrent of emotions were flooding over me. In the back of my mind
were concerns about how we would deal with this in our real life
but in the front of my mind was need and want and it was mirrored
by the desire I was receiving from my Master.
I brushed his hair to one side letting it slide through my hands,
so soft and sensuous. Soon I was going to feel that silk sliding
over my thighs...soon...but not just yet. My hands massaged
lightly down his back, tracing over the bones of his spine and
coming to rest on his hips. I held them there as I struggled to
maintain some control my fingers making tiny movements on the
surprisingly soft skin. He was breathing heavily and he sighed as
I bent to kiss the small of his back. I licked along the length
of his spine until I was able to kiss the back of his neck,
biting softly as I made my way along one shoulder. My cock was
pressed against his buttocks and he wriggled back crushing it
between us. Suddenly I realised that I'd forgotten something and
I stood and went to the side of the bed.
Sapphire blue eyes were following me as I brought the oil back to
the table, they were fixed on my hands as I opened the bottle and
poured out the liquid then they drifted closed as I brought one
hand to rest in his coccyx. One finger slid slowly down, down
until it rested on the ring of muscle. I flicked the tip lightly
over the opening, smiling as I heard a shaky breath and a soft
sigh, then I bent forward and let my tongue follow the route my
finger had taken.
"Open for me," I had to clamp my lips shut as I
breathed his name in my mind, //Qui-Gon.//
He threw his arms out grabbing hold of the sides of the table and
taking most of his weight with his arms letting his knees bend
and his legs fall further apart. I knelt and kissed up the inner
thighs, gently fondling his penis and testicles as I moved up to
press a probing kiss into my goal. That warm, soft, commanding
voice that has ordered my life since I was thirteen, growled at
me, "Now...do it...fuck me...NOW."
A whiplash of sensation flashed through me and, as always, I did
what he asked. I stood between his thighs and, resting one hand
on his lower back, I guided the head of my cock carefully into
him. Breathing raggedly I paused and sent a query to him,
//Qui-Gon....are you alright?// and in reply he reached one hand
back and took hold of mine. His fingers were grasping mine in a
strangle hold and he pushed back forcing me deep inside.
Then all thought fled and it was just Qui-Gon and me, bound
together by duty and loyalty and lust and love.
It was too intense to last long and all my reality was gathering
to focus on the man beneath me and the blinding pleasure, then my
muscles were convulsing and I was collapsed over the beautiful
body of my Master.
My Master...all of a sudden reality flooded back. //Master?// I
peeled myself away from the glorious warmth and put a hand on his
shoulder. //Master?// "Are you alright?"
"Oooph," he straightened, bending sideways to stretch
out the kinks. "Am I alright?" He took my head between
his hands and kissed me hard, coaxing my lips open and plundering
my mouth, then he let go of me and went to retrieve the glasses.
"I'm better than alright." Refilling the glasses he
handed me one and drank from the other. "What next I
wonder." He was watching me with a speculative look.
Somehow I didn't trust that expression. For whatever reason
Qui-Gon was not himself tonight, not the serene, restrained, proper
Jedi Master I knew and loved. Not that I didn't find this version
fascinating it's just that I didn't altogether trust him.
He sank into a dark leather armchair and held out his hand,
"Come here little one." I was caught like some small
rodent in a predators glare, even as I took a hasty gulp of wine
I was moving to stand before him. He took hold of my cock and it
began to stir to life in his hand, as he rubbed his thumb over
the head he took a leisurely sip and said quietly.
"Kneel." Before I'd consciously heard the word I was
kneeling at his feet. "Closer." He let his knees fall
apart and I was between them my hands resting on his thighs.
I opened my mouth to speak but he laid his fingers on my lips
silencing me. "Shh." His other hand was running through
my hair. I leaned into his touch and opening my lips again drew
one finger in to suck it and flick my tongue against the pad. He
drew his fingers from my mouth and my head followed as they
retreated, the hand in my hair encouraging me forward as well.
His eyes held a question and I smiled up at him as I leaned
forward and licked along his length. We both sighed in unison as
I took him into my mouth, so big, so hard, so Qui- Gon.
I pleasured him that way until I could sense he was at the brink
then he put a finger under my chin and lifted my head. Again he
looked deep into my eyes before he spoke. "Fetch the
oil." It was on the table and took seconds to retrieve. I
handed it to him. "Give me your hand," he poured oil
into my palm and leaned back while I slathered his penis
revelling in the feel of slick skin over hard muscle. He put a
hand over mine and laced our fingers together as we stroked.
Then, "Turn around."
I'm sure my eyes glazed over as I realised what he was planning,
his hands were on my hips as I turned and I leaned back into them
as he kneaded my buttocks. A blunt finger nudged against me then
slid inexorably home. I flinched a little as the muscle gave and
the forward motion stopped. "Have you done this
before?" I didn't answer just tried to push back but the
hand on my back stopped me. "Have you? Tell me?"
I shook my head. //Please don't stop Master. Not now.// I could
sense anxiety mixing with the lust. //We may never do this again
and I want it....I want you...please Qui-Gon.// His head
fell forward to rest beside the hand on my back. Now I could feel
his hair brushing across the sensitive skin, making me writhe,
and his lips gentle on my back. "I want you. I want you to
do this to me....with me."
I could sense his indecision and his need, only the lifetime of
control seemed to hold him from giving in to the need. If I let
that control win I may never have this, so I played dirty. //Do
you want me to let someone else do this? How will you feel
knowing you have driven me to another man's bed....and that all
the time I will be thinking of you. Imagining your cock buried
inside me as he fucks me."
At that there was a harsh growl that reverberated through me and
the finger pushed deep inside me then pulled back and a second
joined it. I had expected pleasure but the blaze that lit my
nervous system took me by surprise. Qui-Gon's mouth was still
against my back and he growled softly, "You think anyone
else could give you this." I almost sobbed as his fingers
withdrew and his lips left my skin with a final lick.
Then this hands were took a firm hold on my hips and he
positioned me, moving one hand to guide himself into me. There
was pain but I used the Force to ease the burn as I was slowly
lowered, and filled and then the pleasure flared again. He placed
one hand under my buttocks controlling my movements while the
other reached around to stroke my reawakened erection. I was
suspended between his hands and his penis, pleasure arcing back
and forth until I was existing only for the sensation of his
touch. Every nerve was sensitised, I could feel the hard
callouses and the soft skin between his talented fingers, I could
feel his bulk deep inside me, I could feel his lips and tongue
and teeth nibbling and licking along my shoulders and suddenly
the merest whisper of him in my mind.
//Master// I squirmed as I fought for my climax then the world
was exploding in light and I was being held in strong arms as he
turned me in his lap. I sighed against his neck,
"Master."
A gentle hand was in my hair, "Padawan". We sat like
that while we recovered and he picked up his glass and drank then
tipped my head up and fed me wine from his mouth. I thought I was
in one of my long held fantasies as I snuggled against him, when
real life made it's presence felt. Qui-Gon had shifted to place
the glass on the floor and the room was plunged into darkness.
I was lifted as Qui-Gon stood and he shepherded me across the
room. Falling into the habits of a lifetime I followed him and
was surprised to be handed a bundle of fabric as he pulled back
curtains and revealed a window. The fabric turned out to be a
long cloak and soon the two of us were on a balcony high in the
Coruscant skyline.
"This way Padawan." Qui-Gon was slipping over the edge
of the balcony to land on one below. We made our way down until
we were level with the roof of a neighbouring building where a
temple transport was parked. A Force assisted leap and we were
climbing into the transport.
As we entered our rooms I looked at my Master. "Did you know
the window was there?"
He nodded, knowing what I was really asking "But remember
they were watching us Padawan."
"So they were. Why didn't you black the lights out
earlier?"
A raised eyebrow and a puzzled expression. "What makes you
think I was responsible for the lights?"
"I haven't been your apprentice for twelve years for nothing
Master."
"I'm glad to hear it Padawan. I couldn't douse the lights
until I could control the Force."
"That's true, but why didn't you ask me to do it?"
He had taken his familiar pose arms crossed and hands hidden
inside the wide sleeves of the cloak. His voice was calm,
"Ah but we needed to make them believe that you were a real
buyer, they were expecting a Jedi would try to rescue me...we
would never have got away." He was walking towards me
holding my gaze, "And I would never have known about your
fantasies my Padawan."
That look I distrusted was back in his eyes. I started to back
away from him, "But I haven't told you half of them
yet...and you haven't told me any of yours." I angled my
steps so I was heading for the bathroom. "I am particularly
fond of the one where you take me against the wall in the
shower." His eyes were fairly blazing now and I let the
cloak fall to the floor and disappeared into the bathroom hotly
pursued by a very determined Jedi Master.
Pity we never got a copy of the surveillance tape.