First Lessons 4
Sight
Angel
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Crawling exhaustedly between the clean sheets of their temporary bed,
Obi-Wan sighed with relief. Ever since leaving C'Rath a standard month
before, he and his Master had been sent from one Force-forsaken planet to
the next on Council business. With no chance to rest in between. Now,
finally on a transport on its way to Coruscant, he had a chance to mull over
the events of late, and enjoy being clean and fed and having crisp sheets
and warm blankets cocoon him.
There was just so much happening in the galaxy now. Although there were
over 12,000 Jedi, they were still stretched thin. Over the past month the
Jedi Master and his Padawan had been hip deep in swamp, mud, ice and snow.
They had almost drowned in torrential downpours, were nearly swallowed whole
by the earth during severe earthquakes, and had seen volcanoes erupt much
too closely for Obi-Wan's own comfort. In short, it had been a miserable
month and an exhausting one. The two men had slept together most nights, but
by the end of the day they had been too tired to do more than brush lips
together and cuddle throughout the dreamless night. Obi-Wan was frustrated.
And he needed a vacation. Badly.
Sighing, he strove to find peace within himself, knowing that the council
would probably have yet another assignment on yet another inhospitable world
waiting for them when they arrived on Coruscant. No sense wishing for what
couldn't be had. The door to bathing room slid open, and an equally
exhausted Jedi Master entered their shared sleeping quarters, crawling into
bed next to Obi-Wan and gathering the younger man in his arms. "We need
a vacation," he mumbled, frustration apparent in his voice.
A laugh bubbled up in Obi-Wan's chest and broke free. The apprentice
laughed so hard that tears ran down his face and his Master began to look at
him as if he'd finally come unhinged. Between gasping for breath, Obi-Wan
tried to explain. "Oh, Master, I'm sorry but I couldn't help it,"
he chortled. "Not two seconds before you walked through that door I was
thinking the same thing and trying to convince myself not to wish for what
we couldn't have. And to try and be as stoic as my always perfectly in
control Master... and here you are, bemoaning our fate just like your
'impatient' Padawan - oh, it's too funny!"
Qui-Gon had to smile at his lover's antics, for Obi-Wan was right, he was
bemoaning their fate just like his irascible young Padawan. Trying
desperately to at least give the appearance of being a stoic Jedi Master
even as he pulled Obi-Wan closer, he replied, "If you are quite through
acting like a Corellian loon, love, we need sleep. Morning and Coruscant
will be arriving sooner than either of us would like, and these tired old
bones of mine need rest, even if my impudent young Padawan learner does
not."
Still chuckling mirthfully, Obi-Wan cuddled into Qui-Gon's larger frame
while waiting for his goodnight kiss, which was not long in coming.
"Yes, Master," he murmured as sleep finally claimed them both
"The Council said what?" Obi-Wan stared at his master in
disbelief. It wasn't possible. They couldn't have actually said...
"We are to have the next standard month to ourselves, Padawan. All
these sensitive and dangerous assignments have made it almost impossible for
me to further your training. I humbly pointed this out to the Council, and
they were almost apologetic. It seems that they hold our skills in these
areas in great regard. Although our methods are somewhat...unconventional,
we have always managed to complete our assignments with a positive outcome.
This was their reasoning for continually sending us back into the field, but
no more," Qui-Gon informed his stunned apprentice calmly.
"We're going to one of the least populated training facilities on
Tinuvian, where I am going to spend the next standard month helping you
catch up on your 'lessons'." Qui-Gon's eyes darkened from clear to
midnight blue as he murmured the last word, desire flaring at the thought of
what lay ahead. By day Qui-Gon intended to see that Obi-Wan became the
best-trained Jedi Knight ever. And by night... he intended to see that his
lover excelled at those lessons as well.
Obi-Wan felt the first sweet flush of arousal and grew hot under his
Master's bold gaze. Both also knew that the Coruscant temple was neither the
time nor the place for this conversation. So both allowed the brief flaring
of heat to course through them, then let it go, for there was much to be
done before they left later that day.
Qui-Gon looked out the large picture windows of his bedchamber to the
swelling oceans below. A scented breeze flowed in through the open windows,
redolent with the tropical flowers that bloomed in profusion everywhere
around the Jedi complex. Although a fully equipped facility, the Tinuvian
temple was more of a retreat than a place to train. However, Qui-Gon had
pushed hard to be allowed to bring Obi-Wan here. They both truly needed some
time to relax and re-center themselves after the almost hellish conditions
of the last month. Long tropical nights and balmy days would ensure
relaxation, and the well-equipped training facilities would aid in Obi-Wan's
training.
Obi-Wan rambled into the room and wrapped his arms around his Master's
firm waist, laying his head against the strong back with a happy sigh.
"This is a wonderful place, Master. Thank you for suggesting it to the
Council."
"How did you... you little menace, were you picking up my thoughts
again?" Qui-Gon chuckled as he turned in the embrace to look down into
eyes that matched the oceans outside. Bending down, he placed a light, airy
kiss on the finely sculpted lips and pulled Obi-Wan tight against him for a
moment. Reluctantly releasing his beloved, Qui-Gon the lover allowed Qui-Gon
the teacher to re-emerge. "If your things are unpacked, Padawan, now
would be a good time to familiarize ourselves with the practice salle. You
need a little work in protecting your left flank from attack if memory
serves me correctly."
Sighing inwardly at the brevity of their interlude, Obi-Wan allowed
himself to be prodded into action. The role of Padawan to Master must always
come first - and he did have a tendency to leave his left unguarded. With a
regretful look back at the window where they stood just moments before,
Obi-Wan followed his Master out to begin his training session.
Obi-Wan was hot, sweaty and sore by the time Qui-Gon gave him leave to
return to their quarters. Master Qui-Gon was by far one of the best warriors
in the Knighthood, and today Obi-Wan had sampled why it was so. Using
paristeel swords in place of lightsabers, Qui-Gon had come at him time and
again, testing and probing Obi-Wan's stance for weaknesses... and had found
many.
They sparred at battle level, each shielding their minds to the fullest
so no stray thoughts would leak though their bond. The fast and furious pace
had begun to wear on Obi-Wan until he was making more mistakes than not,
while Qui-Gon still looked calm, centered and unruffled by his exertions
save for the sweaty brow and flyaway hair. Qui-Gon chose that moment to end
the session with a relaxing kata and sent him on his way to freshen up,
saying he had a few exercises left to do before joining Obi-Wan for the
evening meal.
Stripping out of his sweat soaked tunic and breeches, Obi-Wan stepped
under the spray of the water. He gasped at its heat, then relaxed as warmth
soaked into his aching muscles, soothing and relaxing. Quickly soaping and
rinsing his hair, Obi-Wan began to massage the soreness from his muscles
with strong fingers as he washed.
Unbidden, images of Qui-Gon slipped into his mind. He saw Qui-Gon as he
had been in the salle, the proud leonine face fierce with concentration,
hair flying like a silken waterfall as they dueled, sweat glistening on
flexed muscles. There had been something almost predatory about the way his
Master had moved, like a graceful cat on the hunt. It had been intoxicating
to watch and had fed Obi-Wan's desire for his lover. Force, the way he
prowled around the salon, circling me, hunting me. It was so
aggressive, so primal and powerful... and it made me want him so badly,
Obi-Wan thought, his hands slowing from the brisk scrubbing motions to a
slower, lazier caress. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't sense his Master's
approach or hear the doors slide almost silently open, then close again.
Qui-Gon could hear the water running and chuckled softly to himself. His
love was such a hedonist, reveling in sensations that gave him pleasure.
Like a hot shower after a hard training session. Qui-Gon had been impressed
by how quickly Obi-Wan had grasped his lessons today, almost instantly
taking in the silent reminders of his vulnerabilities and guarding against
them in the next attack. Qui-Gon had worked hard to find the chinks in Obi-Wan's
defense. Obi-Wan had an inborn weapons sense, and his strong gift of
prescience allowed him to almost see the blows before they came. With time
and training these two abilities would make him as good and quite probably
better than Qui-Gon was after decades of practice, training and experience.
Qui-Gon entered the bathing chamber, intent upon telling Obi-Wan how
proud he was, and perhaps tease his student about using all the hot water...
and was brought up short by the sight that greeted him. Slamming down his
mental shields quickly, so as not to alert his apprentice, Qui-Gon silently
disrobed, then made himself comfortable on a low bench, leaning back into
the cold tile behind him, legs sprawled as he watched the intensely erotic
sight before him.
What would it feel like, Obi-Wan wondered idly, to have his Master
initiate a 'lesson' right after a training session, when both men were hot,
perspiring and muscles still rippling from their exertions; how would it
feel to have Qui-Gon's hair caress every inch of his flesh? Obi-Wan felt his
blood heat and his cock begin to rise in appreciation of the images running
through his brain. He began to run his hands up and down his torso,
imagining that they were Qui-Gon's. It felt so good, and it had been so long
since his body had even craved something more than sleep, had craved a
release of sexual tension. Unaware of how long he had been in the shower
already, Obi-Wan thought he had enough time to relieve this sweet ache and
be dressed and waiting for his Master.
He let the images flow fast and furious. Qui-Gon, wet and sultry,
emerging from the ocean like some primal sea god. Qui-Gon hot and sweaty
from a workout or soft and sated after a night of love. Even sweet and
tender as he held him in a loving embrace. Obi-Wan's hands began to move
more quickly, one hand coming up to pinch a passion-peaked nipple, the other
moving downwards to grasp his throbbing erection. He gasped and jumped as
the pleasure arced through him, his body almost virginal once more, so long
had he been forced to abstain. It was too good, he groaned to himself.
Pinching his nipple until it became a dark pleasure bordering on pain,
Obi-Wan began to caress his weeping cock. The pleasure-pain was driving him
slowly insane. He needed release and soon. He ran a finger over the tip of
his erection and brought it up to his lips to suckle and taste his own
flavor - the bitter salt taste that Qui-Gon seemed to enjoy tasting so much.
Obi-Wan shuddered voluptuously at that thought.
The images flowed through his brain, those that he had shared with his
lover that heated night when the sound of his Master's voice alone had
caused him to find release, and other, darker, more forbidden desires.
It took every ounce of control Qui-Gon had not to moan with pleasure at
the sight before him. He had to force himself to remember to breathe and to
breathe quietly so as not to disturb his beloved. His left hand moved in
time to Obi-Wan's strokes, his other teasing and toying with a pebbled
nipple. Watching Obi-Wan taste his own essence and savor the flavor almost
undid him. He held back his pleasure only through iron control, using tricks
that he'd learned such as meditation and breathing. He wanted his pleasure
to last. He wanted his lover to feel its strength.
Watching the way Obi-Wan's cock responded to the pleasure-pain he
inflicted upon himself forced Qui-Gon to realize his student was not quite
so innocent as he had first thought. It was as Obi-Wan had once told him: he
had learned a lot on his travels; he'd just never had the chance or desire
to apply it until now. If this was one of Obi-Wan's more forbidden
fantasies, Qui-Gon knew a few, darkling pleasures he could introduce his
lover to.
When the time was right.
In his mind's eye Obi-Wan pictured himself, underneath Qui-Gon, being
stretched and prepared for entry. It was what he wanted... by the Force, he
ached to feel Qui-Gon's heat within him. He knew there would be discomfort
but that the pleasure would more than make up for it. His imagination was so
vivid he could feel Qui-Gon's blunt fingertip oiling and entering him,
stretching him in anticipation of what was to come. He felt the press and
slide of a hot shaft as it entered him inch by inch. He could no longer hold
back the soft whimpers and moans that he'd trapped in his throat; they broke
free and echoed through the bathing room, bouncing off the tiles to
stimulate his hearing as his mind and hands aroused his body. He was so
close...
Images seeped into his tightly shielded mind, longings for what would
soon come. He could see himself, preparing and pleasuring his lover; he
could see his hot flesh sinking into a welcoming and heated channel and feel
how desperately Obi-Wan wanted this. It was too much. Qui-Gon's control
snapped like a dry twig. He needed Obi-Wan... now!
Images raced through his mind with Jedi-like speed, hot, seductive images
that blended and melded into one sultry image of his beloved Master. His
hand began to quicken in its stroking; his flesh was so needy. The only
thing that would make this better...
Powerful arms encircled his waist, a rampant erection pressing firmly
into his back as strong and callused hands wrapped around his weeping cock.
His head came to rest on a broad shoulder, his head pivoting sideways and up
to look into the electric blue eyes gazing down on him with searing heat.
Fingers meshed, and together they milked his begging organ faster and
faster. His Master's eyes burned into his, the heat there an inferno of want
and need, eyes that held him spellbound and would not let him look away.
Obi-Wan could feel the grinding movements of his lover's cock as he
stimulated himself while speeding Obi-Wan inexorably towards completion.
Finally Obi-Wan's pleasure crested, and his eyes shut involuntarily, neck
arching and a hoarse cry of satisfaction echoing throughout the room. Strong
lips fed off the arched ivory column of throat, and teeth sank into
vulnerable flesh, a predator marking his mate, as Qui-Gon also found
release.
They stayed like that for long moments, in each other's arms while
waiting for their trembling limbs to once more reassert their command over
gravity. The water had turned tepid, and it washed away all evidence of
their passion, cooling and soothing the lovers' fevered flesh. Finally able
to move without collapsing, Qui-Gon silently turned off the water, then
wrapped himself and Obi-Wan in fluffy white towels. He took his love by the
hand and, still silent, led him into bed. He curled himself around the still
trembling man, brushing soft kisses over the nape of his neck, his
shoulders, and the love mark he had left.
Qui-Gon sent a silent prayer of thanks to the Force for allowing them to
find each other and allowing Qui-Gon to find his perfect life partner. For
it was not every Master who was lucky enough to have a student who could
teach him as readily as he taught the student. And today's 'lesson' would be
one that Qui-Gon would cherish always and never forget.
END
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