PLEASE NOTE!  THESE ARE SLASH STORIES - THAT MEANS TWO MEN IN ROMANTIC &/or SEXUAL SITUATIONS!

George owns everything!

NC17 - PWP - Q/O

Tease

by elfin

    "You're soaking yet, Obi-Wan."

    The Jedi Apprentice slowed his walk through their rooms to gaze steadily in bewilderment at his master. "I'd noticed," hesitating only a breif moment before adding the respectable, "Master."

    Qui-Gon either did not hear the sarcasm, or more likely ignored it in humour. "What happened, Padawan?"

    Obi-Wan turned his head, unable to look upon his teacher for a moment lest he should blush. "I was practising with my lightsaber. I allowed myself to become... distracted, Master, it will not happen again."

    There was a measure of determination in the student's voice that for some reason brought a smile to Qui-Gon's face. Always so determined, always so serious. He could hardly believe he had found such a wanton, passionate creature under the layers of Jedi training.

"What distracted you, Obi-Wan?"

    Obi-Wan remained silent, tapping one bare wet foot on the tiled floor. "Well, Padawan?"

    "Thoughts of last night, Master."

    "Last night?" Qui-Gon schooled his expression carefully, bestowing an interested smile on his apprentice in much the same way he used to when Obi had been a child, telling him of his day if they had been apart.

    "On how you... touched me." Obi-Wan's voice trailed off, and his shoulders drooped. Head bowed, he kept his master unaware with his stance while he reached out cautiously and touched the force around Qui-Gon.

    Teasing. So that was his game. Well, two could play. Obi-Wan unhooked his soaking robe and let it fall behind him in a wet puddle of brown. "I could not keep the images from my mind, Master," he said, deliberately toning his voice toward apology and self-recrimination. "When you kissed me, your tongue tracing the outline of my lips, sliding further in to brush against my teeth, to outline the roof of my mouth."
Qui-Gon shifted as a sudden blaze of heat coursed up his spine. He swallowed hard. "And then... your hands, touching me just where my tunic falls open at the neck."

    Obi-Wan pushed one hand into the very same crease now, while the other worked quickly at his belt. "I remembered how you undressed me, your fingers brushing my nipples, knowing how very sensitive they are when I am so very aroused as I was." His voice lowered, tone changing subtly. He could feel Qui-Gon's desire flare as his own had done. Softly, his wet tunic fell to the ground on top of his robe, and he stepped away, turning slightly so that his profile was visible to his master.

    "I couldn't stop myself from thinking those things. I... I could almost feel your hands on my erection as you stroked me, directed me to where you wanted me...." He feigned shyness incredably well for someone who even now stood shamelessly stroking himself through wet, clinging white leggings. His profile in front of the window, the sunlight outside, gave Qui-Gon a clear view of his thick erection despite the thin cloth covering it.

    "My own passage longs for you to open it and fill it as I did yours, Master." Obi-Wan could hear Qui-Gon's rapid breathing, could feel his eyes burning in their intense scrutiny of his lithe body. That alone pushed him to complete. He threw his head back, increasing the speed of his hand on his cock, words gone, he simply let himself fuck his own grip until he came hard, shuddering under that passionate gaze.

    Spent, he relaxed back and bent to pick up his fallen clothing, looking to Qui-Gon as if noticing him for the first time. Straightening, he smiled. "I fell in the water, Master."

    Qui-Gon watched in amazment as his Padawan - his glorious lover - continued through their living area into the bathroom to dry himself. Gathering his wits, he called back - with as neutral a tone as possible - "you should take more caution when playing with your weapon, Obi-Wan."

by elfin