It was still dark out when Qui-Gon awoke to the
thrum of the nightly rains on the roof. Disorientated, he pushed
himself half-upright before realizing he was lying on the bed of the
room provided to him and his apprentice during their stay on Tel'har.
He lay back down, still a bit confused. When had he gone to bed? The
last thing he remembered was going over the daily reports and
Obi-Wan was combing his...Obi-Wan. The younger man was sound asleep
next to him. That explained it. He must have fallen asleep when
Obi-Wan was combing his hair. He chided himself on his lack control.
Where were his much- vaunted Jedi skills now, to let him fall asleep
so easily and deeply that his apprentice had to put him to bed?
Still, it had been so relaxing, to let someone else take over the
tedious chore of disentangling his unruly locks. He had often been
tempted to simply cut his hair short and be damned with it and
probably would have, except for the fact he would rather not look
like a Padawan so late in his life.
His own Padawan was snoring faintly and Qui-Gon shifted to his side
to look at him. Now there was the perfect hairstyle. Short, easy to
care for, aside from the long braid there was only the short tail in
the back to worry about. Quite unlike his own that seemed to knot up
every time he washed it. Brushing it out sometimes became quite a
task.
Not that Obi-Wan had seemed to mind. Never had anyone taken so much
time and care while brushing his hair. His apprentice had actually
seemed to enjoy it, taking a great deal of time at it. In fact...
His eyes narrowed as he regarded the serene face of his sleeping
Padawan. In fact, the young man had seemed to enjoy it a great deal,
touching a bit more than necessary, brushing long after all the
tangles had been worked free. Now that he looked back at it, little
fragments of thought seemed to come to him, something about to feel
of his hair, rubbing it somewhere...
His eyes widened as the thought completed itself. He looked at his
apprentice pensively. Had Obi-Wan actually thought that and
accidentally transferred the notion to him as he slept? Or was it
just a dream of his own, wishful thinking that the young man might
actually want...
Dangerous territory, that. The counsel didn't actually mind a
master/apprentice coupling, providing they were both consenting
adults. It actually occurred quite often, a natural expression of
caring between those who were so closely bonded. There was no shame
in loving and being loved.
But it could also cause tension in the relationship, as lovers
tended to seek equality. Master and Padawan, by their very
definition, could not be equals. The idea of such a balance was
hazardous. And so Qui-Gon had pushed aside any thought of a sexual
relationship with his apprentice, unwilling to put their current
bond at risk.
In any case, it was -consenting- adults and Obi-Wan had shown no
interest in deepening their bond.
Until tonight.
He realized he was practically hovering over the young man, drinking
in his sudden appeal. This would not do, he thought, a little
desperately. Just the thought of this beautiful young man desiring
him was arousing him unbearably. He pulled back a bit, centering
himself, seeking calm. As he moved a few strands of his hair slipped
over his shoulders to lightly brush Obi-Wan's face.
His eyes blinked open, then flared wide at the sight above him. His
master, above him, eyes closed while the length of his hair was
tumbling into a curtain around both their faces.
"Master?"
Qui-Gon's eyes snapped open at that sleep-husky whisper. Their eyes
caught and held, questions asked and answered in a moment of
suspended time. And then Qui-Gon leaned forward, banishing all
distance between them as he pressed his lips to those of his
apprentice. It was a chaste kiss, a seeking kiss, testing for a
response that Obi-Wan was more than eager to give.
Obi-Wan reached up and held the other man's face between his palms,
holding him still as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue over
Qui-Gon's lips before dipping inside. He explored the depths of that
soft mouth before pulling back slightly, sucking gently on Qui-Gon's
lower lip.
Qui-Gon inhaled sharply and pulled back, trying to retain some
control. But as he kissed his was down the line of Obi-Wan's jaw to
his neck, he dimly realized that this was not the way to maintain
discipline. The fact that the young man was arching beneath him
gasping and writhing under the caresses was not helping.
Even as he thought it, he didn't stop, tugging aside his Padawan's
nightclothes to expose the lightly haired chest. He ran his fingers
through the crisp curls and Obi-Wan shuddered in response, silently
begging for more. Qui-Gon smiled, a surprisingly wicked smile that
had Obi-Wan tensing in anticipation.
Lowering his head, he allowed his hair to fall forward, brushing
over the young man's chest, the feather-light tendrils teasing his
nipples. He kissed his way down the muscled chest, the length of his
hair trailing behind him, until he came to the sleeping pants his
apprentice wore. He traced the hard cock through the thin fabric
with his fingers and was rewarded with a moan. He squeezed and
stroked that heat until Obi-Wan was arching off the bed, noiselessly
pleading.
Finally conceding, Qui-Gon tugged the pants down and off, tossing
them impatiently aside. The cock that he had been teasing so
delicately bounced into view, crimson and taut, the tip leaking
clear fluid. He closed his eyes, inhaling that seductive, musky
scent before he leaned forward, flicking his tongue over the head of
that cock, tasting the salty-bitterness of pre-cum and Obi-Wan made
a sound that was closer to a shout than a moan. Qui-Gon ran his
tongue over the shaft, licking and tasting, ignoring the pleas above
him.
Obi-Wan was on the edge of madness. He wanted to be taken, to be
-in- that warm mouth. He caught Qui-Gon's head in his hands, only to
have them captured and held down. Completely helpless now, he could
only lie there and endure. That soft tongue swirled over the head of
his cock and he arched upwards, wanting only to be surrounded by
that heat, but Qui-Gon pulled up and back.
"Easy, my love," he whispered against the soft skin of Obi- Wan's
inner thigh, and the young man thrilled at the endearment, before
all thought deserted him as Qui-Gon took his throbbing cock deep
into his mouth.
It was like being enclosed in tight, wet velvet and he nearly
screamed at the ecstasy of it. Qui-Gon's hair was spread over Obi-Wan's
stomach and thighs and every time Qui-Gon moved it caressed him as
well, feeling far more wondrous than any of Obi-Wan's dreams.
Qui-Gon laved that hard cock with his tongue, wetting it thoroughly
before pulling back, ignoring Obi-Wan's cries of protest. He skimmed
quickly out of his own clothes and straddled the younger man.
Obi-Wan looking up at him with startled eyes.
Qui-Gon gave him a quick smile, "Don't worry, my Padawan, I won't
hurt you."
He wanted to say it wasn't himself that he was worried about but
words deserted him as the older man carefully lowered himself on
that wet, pulsing cock. Qui-Gon moaned, he couldn't help it, his
control had deserted him and all his energy was focused on the
golden man below him. He was beautiful in his passion, glistening
with perspiration in the dim light, his head thrown back, eyes
closed as Qui-Gon pressed further down, forcing Obi-Wan deeper into
his body.
Of their own will Obi-Wan's hands grabbed the slim hips above him
and jerked down hard, forcing himself deeper. Qui-Gon yelped, but
not from pain, oh no, never from pain. No pain could be this
engulfing, so totally absorbing. The pleasure seemed to vibrate
between them as the moved together, gentleness lost as they coupled
fiercely.
Obi-Wan forgot about not wanting to hurt his master, forgot
everything but that tight haven surrounding his cock as he thrust
upward, those muscles contracting around him with every plunge. It
was over far too soon; his cock throbbed as he erupted into orgasm,
spurting his heated seed deep inside. He shuddered, his body jerking
helplessly as his senses were overloaded by sheer rapture.
It was only when he finally stilled that he realized that Qui-Gon
was still moving above him, rubbing his cock between them as he
sought his own release. Using what felt like his last ounce of
energy Obi-Wan took the heated length in his hand and squeezed. It
was enough, Qui-Gon cried out and came, spilling warm cream over
Obi-Wan's hand and stomach before he collapsed. They both groaned as
Obi- Wan's softening cock slid from Qui-Gon's body and they held
each other, still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.
Sated, heavy with exhaustion, Obi-Wan felt sleep dragging him
downward, but he fought it, protesting dimly when his master pulled
away from him. A reassuring kiss was pressed to his forehead and a
moment later he felt a wet warmness as Qui-Gon gently cleaned him
before settling beside him again, wrapping the sleepy young man in
his arms. Obi-Wan returned the embrace, tangling his hands
possessively in Qui-Gon's silky hair as he'd wanted to earlier that
night and they both drifted to sleep, each warmed by the other's
body and love.
-finis-
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