Archive: M&A; SWC; anyone else ask and you'll receive
Category: PWP
Disclaimer: They're George's. I just let 'em out for a little, um, exercise every now and then. I'll return them tired but unharmed.
Feedback: Of course. Always both welcome and appreciated
Notes: This is for Raven, who chose the scenario, and Keely, who asked for smut.
Thank you to Becky for letting me use her observation about the oil.
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: NC-17
Series: Kinda obvious, sequel to Claiming. But they're both PWPs so each can stand on its own.
Summary: Qui Gon proves he wasn't kidding.
Warnings: Mild bondage, but I assume you figured that out from the title. No D, S, or M. tho'. Sorry. Also, spew warnings. While it isn't a humor/parody story, it does have a couple of funny moments.
Qui Gon looked around, admiring his handiwork. It was perfect. Now he had only to wait for Obi Wan to return.
He dropped gracefully to the floor in a room filled with candles and stilled his mind. The plans he had for his padawan were going to require all of his concentration and control. Inhaling deeply he focused his mind and settled in to wait.
He did not have to wait long. Less than an hour had passed when he sensed Obi Wan entering their rooms.
Master, Obi Wan called to him.
"In here." Qui Gon replied aloud.
The door slid open and Obi Wan stared into their bedchamber. Candlelight danced on every surface. Qui Gon was seated on the floor with the light reflecting off his features, his hair, and, Obi Wan noted, the body currently covered only by a soft robe.
"Welcome home, Obi Wan." Qui Gon said in a voice which sent tremors down his padawan.
"I was only off doing research at the library."
"I know. I sent you there, remember?"
"So that you could do this?"
Qui Gon didn't answer. Instead he rose and walked over to Obi Wan. Standing very close, he leaned down and asked, "Why don't you come inside?"
Obi Wan met his master's gaze. Qui Gon had that 'I'm turning you on and I know it look,' that Obi Wan wanted to resent but never could. Despite years of Jedi training Obi Wan was rarely able to control his reaction to his master. The man was intoxicating. He radiated strength and power, moved with an effortless grace that took Obi Wan's breath away.
And he smelled good. Obi Wan wasn't able to describe it, but the scent was heady. In the months since they had become lovers Obi Wan had come to associate that scent with pleasure, a great deal of pleasure. It forced him to maintain a discreet distance from his master in public or risk being unable to walk comfortably.
His master had done nothing but talk to him, fewer than 20 words, and Obi Wan was taut with anticipation, wondering what Qui Gon had planned for him. Somehow his master always seemed to be able to determine precisely what he wanted, before he was even aware of wanting it. His caresses were invariably exactly what Obi needed, arriving an instant before he needed it. He had frequently wondered if the skill came solely from experience or if his master was using some part of the force of which he was unaware.
Qui Gon took his hand, leading him to the edge of the bed. "You're overdressed." Qui Gon's voice was still pitched low and quiet, sending more tremors through Obi Wan.
Obi Wan reached for his belt, but Qui Gon shook his head. "Let me." He undid Obi Wan's belt slowly, let it drop to the floor. Then he tugged gently on Obi Wan's sash before slowly unwrapping it.
Obi Wan tensed with anticipation, expecting to feel his master's hands sliding under his opened tunic. But Qui Gon simply removed it, tugging it off of his shoulders and allowing it to fall to the floor.
Qui Gon squatted down and undid the fastenings on Obi Wan's boots, then removed them.
His hands moved to the front of Obi Wan's pants. At last, the younger man thought. But Qui Gon still did not touch him. Obi Wan was left wondering how his master could undress him without actually touching his skin. His pants reached the floor and Obi Wan stepped out of them.
"Lie down."
Obi Wan sought Qui Gon's eyes, looking for answers to the questions forming in his mind. He found none. Qui Gon was giving nothing away. So he simply complied with his master's request.
He crawled into the bed and lie on his side, facing Qui Gon. He was almost, but not quite, in a fetal position.
"On your back."
Obi Wan rolled over and his master moved onto the bed, lying down beside him.
Qui Gon rested his head in his hand. "Do you remember our conversation about restraints?"
"Yes."
"Still want to try them?"
He quite frequently felt powerless in Qui Gon's arms. He didn't think restraints could make him feel any more vulnerable than he already did. But the idea was still tantalizing. He imagined himself, naked on their bed, his arms and legs immobile, completely exposed to Qui Gon. Those blue eyes tracing him, drinking him in. "Yes."
Qui Gon grasped one of his wrists, strong fingers wrapping around it, and raised it above Obi Wan's head. A moment later it was securely locked into a leather cuff. Obi Wan tugged at it. He hadn't a clue how Qui Gon had secured it, but one thing was clear, he was going nowhere until his master released him.
Qui Gon moved swiftly to secure the other wrist, then set back to admire his handiwork.
"No legs?"
"My, we are anxious." The master smiled. "No, Padawan, I thought we would save them for another occasion. Hopefully you're not too disappointed."
"I can never be disappointed with you."
"With me? Or just with my lovemaking?"
"Both."
"You have far too much faith in me." Qui Gon raked his eyes up Obi Wan. "But we'll discuss that later. I can think of far more interesting things to do with your mouth than talk." He kissed Obi Wan, softly, tugging on Obi Wan's lips with his own. And that was as far as he went. Obi Wan opened his mouth in invitation. Qui Gon sucked gently on his lower lip. Obi Wan writhed, tried to deepen the kiss. His master pulled back.
"You must tell me what you want, love." Obi Wan's confusion showed in his face. "I will do nothing that you do not ask me for." Qui Gon smiled, his eyes dancing. "And the more detailed the request, the better I will be able to comply with it." He let his eyes again trace the length of his padawan. "Now, what would you like first, Obi Wan?"
"I want whatever you wish to do to me."
"Really, Padawan, I thought that I had taught you to listen better than that. I will only do what you ask."
Obi Wan locked his eyes to Qui Gon's. "Kiss me. Those deep, hungry kisses that you're so damn good at."
Qui Gon smiled at him. "See you can do this." But Qui Gon didn't move to kiss him.
"Qui Gon."
"Yes, Obi Wan?"
"Stop being a tease."
"I don't mean to tease. I'm just searching my memory, trying to remember how to do deep, hungry, damn good kisses."
"Like this," Obi Wan growled, sending him a memory of exactly the kind of kiss he meant.
"Oh, like that. That I can probably manage." Still smiling, he brought his mouth to Obi Wan's. This time he slid his tongue inside his apprentice's mouth, just inside. He deepened the kiss slowly, leaving no part of his captive's mouth untouched. Then he let some of his own hunger into the kiss, increasing the speed of his mouth and tongue, and eliciting a groan from the man beneath him.
Obi Wan was wriggling, trying to turn over, to press himself against Qui Gon.
Noticing, Qui Gon pulled back. "Is there something else you desire?"
"I want to feel you against me."
"That is easily accomplished." Qui Gon moved so that he was lying atop his apprentice. "Better?"
"Yes, but it would be better still without the robe."
"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" Qui Gon rolled off of him and, standing beside the bed, removed the robe. "How's that?"
Obi Wan was looking at him with something definitely akin to hunger. "You're too far away. I asked for you against me."
Qui Gon chuckled, "Getting a trifle demanding aren't we?"
"You said I had to tell you what I wanted."
"Yes, but I said to ask. I'm a Jedi Master. I don't respond well to demands."
Downright infuriating, Obi Wan thought, his master and lover could be downright infuriating. Unfortunately, he was also the most enticing man Obi Wan had ever met. "Qui Gon, Master," Obi Wan batted his eyelashes, "will you please lie against me while you drive me to the edge of sanity with those maddening lips."
Qui Gon burst out laughing.
"Master."
Qui Gon brought himself under control. "Yes, Padawan?"
"You're ruining the mood." He looked pointedly down at his now flaccid penis.
"Don't worry. It's nothing that can't be fixed." Qui Gon moved back onto the bed. "Now where was I?"
"Master."
"Yes?"
"Someone once told me that humor and hot sex were both essential to a relationship."
Qui Gon nodded. "I think that's true."
"But not at the same time."
Qui Gon's barely controlled laughter bubbled up again. He rested his head on his padawan's chest, his shoulders shaking.
"Master."
Qui Gon didn't answer. He just laughed harder.
"Master."
Qui Gon inhaled deeply, bringing himself once again under control. He raised his head to look at Obi Wan. "Yes, Padawan?"
"You've well and truly killed the mood now."
"It wasn't my fault. You're the one who made me laugh."
"Whenever you laugh at inappropriate times you blame me." Obi Wan shook his head. "Really shouldn't you have more control than that, especially at your age?"
"Now, Obi Wan, there's no need to get ugly." He smirked. "Besides we both know that you love making me laugh, almost as much as you enjoy flaunting yourself in front of me."
"Flaunting? You are hardly one to talk about flaunting. Don't you ever use a towel?"
"Frequently. Daily, as a matter of fact."
"Yes, but you never actually wrap it around you."
"I had no idea that was what they were for. I thought you simply used them for drying the water off. But if you really think I should wrap it around myself, I suppose I could wrap it around my shoulders."
"Shoulders. Do that, Master. Wrap it around your shoulders."
Qui Gon nodded seriously. "If that is what you wish, Padawan."
"Do you know what else I wish?"
"Not unless you tell me."
Obi Wan thought briefly of sticking his tongue out in response, but decided it would gain him nothing. "I want to restore the mood we were in a few minutes ago, before your inappropriate outburst." He looked meaningfully about the room. "After all, it seems such a waste to let all your preparations go to waste."
Qui Gon's eyes followed his. "So it does." He looked back at Obi Wan. "How do you suggest we go about accomplishing this restoration."
Obi Wan bit back the humorous response which rose to his lips. Best not to start that again. "I think you should tell me something you've fantasized. I shared with you after all."
Qui Gon considered this. "So you did."
"Very well." He kissed Obi Wan briefly. "Would you like to hear how I imagined our first time together would be?"
Obi Wan nodded.
"For some reason I kept imagining us on one of those missions where they only supply us with one bed."
Obi Wan chuckled. "That does seem to happen quite a bit."
Qui Gon ignored him. "Something woke me in the middle of the night and I discovered that you were dreaming. You had wrapped yourself around me and your erection was pressing against me. It was pretty obvious what you were dreaming about. I watched you for a few moments, telling myself I should go back to sleep. Then you moaned my name. You were dreaming about me. I was stunned to realize that you desired me."
"I stroked your face and whispered your name, waking you up. The look in your eyes when you opened them. You said my name, made it a question. I answered by kissing you. I intended it to be brief, but you wrapped your arms around my neck, and deepened the kiss. You tasted so good. We just kept kissing and kissing, the kisses becoming more passionate. You were pressing yourself hard against me, rubbing our erections together through our pants."
"I pulled myself away from your mouth and began kissing your neck, running a hand over your chest, before resting it on your hip. I kissed my way lower, sucked on a nipple. You moaned. I kept moving downward, still kissing, until I reached the waistband of your pants. I untied them, and you lifted your hips, helping me to remove them. Then you undid mine, tugged on them. Together we took them off. Even in the dim light you were beautiful."
"I told you to turn over. I lifted you on to your knees and began rimming you. You shuddered. Soon you were pushing yourself backward onto my tongue, saying my name over and over, almost incoherent."
"I turned you back over. We looked at each other for a long moment. I grabbed the bottle of oil that for some reason always seems to be in our quarters."
"Master, we buy the oil."
"Now, but this is a first time story remember. We were on a mission. We were in guest quarters."
"We're losing the mood again."
"Stop interrupting me and I'll do a better job of sustaining it."
"Yes, Master." Obi Wan was fighting back a laugh.
Qui Gon kissed him, desperate to avoid anymore laughter. Satisfied that all of his padawan's amusement had been quelled, he resumed the story. His voice was low and quiet. His mouth near Obi Wan's ear. "You watched me as I poured it into my palm, then coated two of my fingers. I ran one of those fingers around your opening. You pulled your legs back. I stopped. You hissed 'yes' in answer to the question I hadn't yet asked. Slowly I pushed my finger inside you. You closed your eyes and I could feel you relaxing. I moved my finger gently inside you and you moaned. I pulled my finger out, began to re-enter you with both fingers this time. I worked them slowly inside you, brushed your prostrate. You trembled. I did it again and you asked me to enter you."
"You watched again while I lubricated myself. It took all of my self-control to enter you slowly. I was as aroused as I can ever remember being. I pushed just the head into you. I could feel your discomfort but you stopped me when I tried to withdraw. After a few minutes I pushed further into you, stopping after just a little bit. It took quite a while before I was all the way inside. I stayed perfectly still, just looking at you, savoring the feel of you."
"Until you said 'move.'" Qui Gon smiled at him. "You were even demanding the first time. I barely moved, just bumping up against you. You moaned. Do you have any idea how sexy your moans are?" Obi Wan didn't answer, knowing a rhetorical question when he heard one. "Gradually, I pulled out further, until I was almost all of the way out of you. I was losing control, thrusting harder and harder. I grabbed your cock, stroked it. Within moments you came, and I came with you."
"Holding you afterward was almost as good as the sex itself. I rained kisses over your face, saying incoherent things about how much I loved you, how beautiful you are." Qui Gon's voice tapered off.
He glanced downward. "I see the mood is restored."
Obi Wan grinned. "Yes, master."
Qui Gon moved so that he was again atop his apprentice. "I believe we left off about here." He lowered his mouth. There was no slow build up this time. He simply devoured. Obi Wan responded with a hunger of his own.
Obi Wan's legs wrapped around his master and he moved against him. Qui Gon didn't respond to his movements, just kept kissing.
The images Qui Gon's story had created swam in his mind as his world narrowed to Qui Gon. Qui Gon's weight on top of him, Qui Gon's erection pressing into him, Qui Gon's smell, Qui Gon's mouth on his, Qui Gon's hair surrounding his face. The image of Qui Gon lubricating his cock kept coming to the fore. He wanted to see that, wanted to watch that.
Qui Gon.
His master pulled back, was looking into his face.
"I want you to come for me. You said to ask for what I want and I want to watch you make yourself come."
"If that is what you want." Qui Gon kissed him briefly. Then settled beside him on the bed and wrapped a large hand around his own cock.
"I can't see you very well. Straddle me."
Qui Gon complied, locking his eyes to Obi Wan's as he resumed stroking himself. He had never felt more exposed than he did at that moment. Obi Wan was watching him hungrily, his eyes moving from Qui Gon's face to his cock and back.
"Do you think of me?" Obi Wan's voice was thick.
"Yes, you. Always you." His hand was moving faster.
"Imagine me under you, moving against you, wanting you to fuck me?"
"Yes."
"My mouth on you, sucking you, swallowing you, drinking you in?"
"You, Obi Wan, you, " he gasped. The combination of Obi Wan's words and the incredible excitement of feeling completely exposed to his lover had him near coming now. His head tilted back. Eyes closed.
"Look at me. Look at me when you come."
He forced his eyes open, met Obi Wan's gaze as he came. His large frame shaking as he spurted white liquid onto his apprentice.
"Thank you." Obi Wan's quiet words surprised him. "You are so beautiful. Do you have any idea how erotic it is to see you like that?"
Qui Gon smiled. "No, but I know how erotic it is to see you like that."
"I wish I could touch you, hold you."
"You will. But you have to come first." Qui Gon ran his fingers over Obi Wan's chest. "What else do you want love? How shall I make you come?"
"Suck me."
Qui Gon moved between Obi Wan's legs. Took the erection before him into his hands and ran his fingers lightly over it.
"Qui Gon, please."
He moved a thumb around the head. Obi Wan's penis twitched in his hand.
"Qui Gon."
"Yes, love." He took the head into his mouth, heard Obi Wan gasp. He sucked softly.
"Harder, please, harder."
He increased the suction.
"More, Qui Gon, please."
More of what, love?
"More of me. In your mouth."
Qui Gon moved his mouth slowly downward, taking in more of his apprentice. He did nothing further. Just held Obi Wan's penis in his mouth.
"Move. Stroke me. Qui Gon."
Qui Gon began to move his mouth slowly up and down, sucking softly.
"Harder," Obi Wan gasped. "Faster."
Qui Gon complied. Obi Wan's hips began bucking upward. Qui Gon struggled to stay on top of his movements to keep from being choked. Couldn't. He grabbed Obi Wan's hips and held them firmly against the bed, bringing a groan of protest from his apprentice.
He used his mouth and tongue mercilessly now. Sucking, stroking, driving Obi Wan to orgasm. It didn't take long. Obi Wan's whole body jerked as his semen shot into his master's eager mouth. Qui Gon continued to swallow and suck gently, waiting for Obi Wan's trembling to subside.
He kissed the tip of Obi Wan's nearly flaccid penis and moved to undo the restraints. Then he settled beside Obi Wan, taking him into his arms.
"Stiff?"
"A little."
He kissed Obi Wan's forehead. "I'm sorry, love. This went on a little longer than I had planned. Someone kept making me laugh."
Obi Wan leaned up and kissed him. "Someday you will admit that you are responsible for you own laughter, not me."
Qui Gon chuckled softly, "Someday maybe, but not today."
He pressed his cheek against Obi Wan's hair. "We should probably take a bath. It would get you clean and ease those muscles."
"Ummm. In a little bit." He looked up at his master. "Thank you for this. It's nice to know you think about us. Plan ways to seduce me."
Another chuckle. "Obi Wan, I've been planning ways to seduce you for longer than I would be willing to admit."
"Really?" There was undisguised pleasure in Obi Wan's voice.
"Yes, love. Really."