First Lessons 5
Taste
Angyl
Disclaimer: Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace
is the property of Lucasfilm Ltd.
Obi-Wan practically dragged himself into the quarters he and his Master
were sharing at the temple on Delios. They were there helping to establish a
new early training center for Jedi children, and today he had been appointed
the task of taking care of two dozen of the Sith's worst spawn. He'd rather
face an army of Droidekas than twenty-four screaming, crying,
temper-tantrum-throwing children again. He normally loved helping with the
children, but for some reason today had tried every ounce of patience his
eleven years of apprenticeship had taught him. He supposed it could have
something to do with the fact that he was suffering from a severe lack of
'lessons' from Master Qui-Gon, he thought morosely.
Actually, today wasn't that bad now that he thought about it. Most of the
children were quite adorable and pleasant to be with. There were three,
however, all spoiled, petulant firstborns of ruling houses, whose sole
purpose had seemed to be to drive Obi-Wan to the Dark Side. They would have
tried the patience of Yoda himself. Never again, he thought grimly,
never again would he let himself be connived into watching that many
children at once.
The door slid shut behind him, and Obi-Wan leaned wearily against it for
a few moments, soaking up the stillness and serenity of the empty rooms.
Qui-Gon was in meetings with the temple heads and local government officials
and, if previous days were any indication, wouldn't be back until late
tonight. They only saw each other for the few hours they spent training and
getting ready for the day each morning and only had time for a brief kiss
before the day's duties called them away.
Obi-Wan sighed a melancholy sigh. He missed his lover... and his lover's
'lessons.' Add to it the fact that he had the libido of a typical twenty-one
year old human male, and what you got was a horny, frustrated and lonely
Padawan. Not a good mood for him to be in.
Shoving himself away from the door and keying the lock so that only Qui-Gon
could enter, Obi-Wan went into their sleep chamber, stripped and headed for
the bathing area. He drew himself a hot bath in a tub large enough to fit
four and added a drop of his favorite oil. It was a dark and earthy-smelling
one that never failed to relax overwrought nerves or relieve tension. He
lowered himself into the steamy water with a grateful sigh, intent upon
soaking away all the negative feelings of the day.
An hour later the Jedi Apprentice roused himself enough to empty the tub
and pad naked into the bedroom, collapsing in a lethargic sprawl on his back
in the middle of the bed. He was sound asleep moments after his head hit the
pillow.
Qui-Gon thanked whatever merciful deities smiled down on Delios as he
walked into his quarters. What had started out as another tedious day had
only improved as the day went on. He had even been able to escape the rounds
of talks early, which meant he could spend some time with his Padawan. They
slept wrapped in each other's arms every night and trained together every
morning, but that was all. No talking, no laughter... no loving. It was
beginning to wear on his nerves. Qui-Gon missed his Obi-Wan.
Noting that the door lock had been set, he keyed in his personal code, a
smile breaking out on his face. This meant that Obi-Wan was home. He found
no sign of movement when he entered, or life for that matter. Beloved?
he sent over their bond. He got a series of fuzzy images about demented
children and frustration sent back to him. Obi-Wan was dreaming.
The sight that greeted him upon entering the sleep chamber was enough to
rouse the dead, let alone a lonely, love-deprived Jedi Master. There, in the
center of the large bed, sound asleep, was his lover. An arm was thrown over
Obi-Wan's eyes to ward off the setting sun, and a leg was bent at the knee,
adding a sensual quality to the sight before Qui-Gon. The sun had turned
alabaster skin golden and red blond hair a coppery hue. Obi-Wan's braid lay
across his broad chest, rising and falling in tandem with his breathing. In
the center of all that glory Obi-Wan was sporting a rampant erection. The
young man looked good enough to eat.
A wicked idea crept into Qui-Gon's mind. He smiled deviously and retraced
his steps to the common area and the food processor unit. Yes indeed, a very
wicked idea came to mind.
Obi-Wan came awake abruptly when something exceedingly cold was
unceremoniously plopped into his navel. He tried to bolt upright but found
himself restrained. He had sensed no danger, so how could this have
happened? "What...?" he began.
"Good evening, my love, did you have a nice nap?" the
rough-velvet voice of Qui-Gon inquired.
Eyes snapping open quickly, Obi-Wan met the amused gaze of his lover.
"Qui-Gon?! - what in the hells of the Sith is going on?" he asked
as he looked down and saw a dollop of frozen sweet cream now adorning his
navel. Above him, his hands were lightly tied to the headboard with the sash
from Qui-Gon's nightrobe.
"You were asleep when I came in, so I had to eat dinner alone. Since
I know how much you enjoy sweets, I thought I'd share my dessert. As for
your hands, well, I didn't want you getting impatient and interrupting me
during my preparations, thus the restraints," Qui-Gon informed him
reasonably as he began to paint Obi-Wan's rapidly hardening nipples with
alderberry sauce. He held a finger up to Obi-Wan's lips and watched it
disappear into that warm, wet haven. Obi-Wan licked all traces of his
favorite sauce away, running his mobile tongue around Qui-Gon's sensitized
digit, all the while watching his Master intently.
Qui-Gon shuddered and closed his eyes a moment to regain his equilibrium.
He was the one teaching this lesson, not his avid pupil. It was time he
stopped getting sidetracked by his wanton Padawan. He had a lesson to teach
after all.
Removing his finger, Qui-Gon returned to the task of adorning his lover's
body with both of their favorite treats. Around Obi-Wan's neck he placed a
collar of freshly sliced Quina. He framed the sweet-cream inundated navel
with Vana pods. Qui-Gon then slid some juicy pinapa rings over Obi-Wan's
turgid flesh and drizzled it with some warmed crème.
Obi-Wan watched wide-eyed and aroused, hardly breathing, unable to fathom
what was going on. This was so... decadent and exotic! He sincerely hoped
he'd be able to decorate Qui-Gon in a similar manner. Speaking of his lover,
Qui-Gon appeared to be taking his work quite seriously. There was a furrow
of concentration between those elegant brows as his master applied himself
to finishing his culinary masterpiece, using Obi-Wan's body as the canvas.
Qui-Gon was aware of the heated and curious gaze but chose to ignore it
for the moment, deciding instead to finish what he was doing. He reached for
the final item on the tray that held his "paints." A bowl of
warmed chocara fudge sauce.
Dipping a large, blunt finger into the bowl, Qui-Gon brought it up to his
lips and began to suck the sauce off, imitating a more carnal act he
intended to indulge in later. He smiled wickedly as he heard Obi-Wan's
breath catch.
Using his finger like a writing tool, Qui-Gon wrote symbols over Obi-Wan's
heart and on his stomach, ancient symbols of love and sex and devotion from
a language long dead and remembered only by the Jedi. He then took the bowl
and drizzled some more sauce over the younger man's chest and straining sex,
saving some of the treat for something he planned to do later, when Obi-Wan
was more... relaxed.
"Mmmm. Now that is a most appetizing dessert," Qui-Gon sighed
appreciatively. "But where to begin?"
"Master..." Obi-Wan groaned in frustration, wanting something,
anything.
"Patience, Padawan - you know a Jedi must ever be patient," Qui
Gon chuckled. He was thoroughly enjoying the sight before him - a bound and
submissive Obi-Wan, covered in delicacies and trying very hard not to move
even though his skin was probably being delightfully tormented by all the
different substances on it.
Finally deciding to be merciful, Qui-Gon knelt beside the bed and began
to enjoy his 'dessert.' Using his tongue to scoop up some of the frozen
sweet cream, he closed a now frosty mouth over one of Obi-Wan's berry
stained nipples. The young man jerked and howled at the twin sensations of
heat and ice. Licking the nipple clean, he repeated his actions on its mate
before kissing Obi-Wan to share the taste of cream, berry and Obi-Wan with
his lover. Obi-Wan thrust a desperate tongue back into Qui-Gon's mouth,
licking at tongue and roof of mouth, capturing the unique flavors and trying
desperately to find some small relief in the act of this kiss.
Working methodically, Qui-Gon cleaned every inch of Obi-Wan's painted
skin, sharing tastes with the desperately aroused Padawan, slipping chunks
of fruit and Vana pod from between his lips and past Obi-Wan's with
suggestive thrusts of tongue and wicked caresses. Obi-Wan's head tossed
restlessly on the pillows, a low, continuous moan escaping from his panting
mouth. It was so erotic, so devilishly delightful, the sensations his Master
was giving to him.
At last, the only thing left for Qui-Gon to devour was the crème and
fudge confection that was his beloved's straining erection. Without touching
the dancing flesh, Qui-Gon delicately nibbled on the pinapa fruit, every
once in a while transferring small bites to Obi-Wan for him to enjoy.
"Master!" Obi-Wan managed to gasp between moans. "Please -
no more, I beg you - please just... just..." He was once more reduced
to moans as Qui-Gon started to lap up the warm crème and fudge sauces that
had pooled at the base of Obi-Wan's cock and had run down over his scrotum.
Qui-Gon raised his head and took in the bewitching sight of an aroused
Obi-Wan, incoherent with passion. "Just what, my Obi-Wan?" he
purred seductively before wrapping lips around the young man's scorching
cock to gently tug off the remainders of the fruit rings.
"Master, please. Make me come!" Obi-Wan cried out, pushed
beyond patience and control. Qui Gon leaned back on his heels as he savored
the last mouthful of confection, eyes hot with want. "Patience, Sweet,
you really must work on your patience," Qui-Gon teased. "And
making demands on your Master? This too is a trait that needs work," he
continued. "So tonight, we shall work on these things," Qui-Gon
finished, a devilish gleam in his eyes.
"Master... please, no..." Obi-Wan groaned in frustration.
"I don't think I'm up to those lessons. My patience was already
strained to the limit by the day's activities; this will destroy me,"
Obi-Wan begged shamelessly. He had never seen Qui-Gon quite so tormentingly
playful. It was the last thing he needed tonight. What he needed was release
- and he needed it immediately.
"All the more reason, Padawan. Now be a good apprentice and try to
behave," Qui-Gon laughed, knowing full well the level of sexual arousal
his lover was experiencing, thanks to their unshielded bond, and how much
Obi-Wan was in need of satisfaction.
Retrieving a few of the fluffy pillows at the top of the bed, Qui-Gon
levitated his apprentice a few inches off the bed, placed the pillows under
his stomach and hips, and rolled Obi-Wan over onto his stomach, before
lowering him again. This maneuver took less than a minute, and by the time
Obi-Wan thought to protest, it was too late.
"Master! What are you..."
"Hush now, Obi-Wan, silence is yet another virtue you should be
striving for." Qui-Gon sat next to his wriggling love and placed a cool
hand in the small of Obi-Wan's back to still him. "No moving now,
Obi-Wan. Be still." Picking up the remaining fudge sauce, Qui-Gon
drizzled it down Obi-Wan's spine, over the sweet rise of his buttocks and,
finally, lined the crevice between them.
Obi-Wan's body went rigid with shock, then became boneless as he realized
what this meant. His Master was keeping his promise from an earlier lesson.
Obi-Wan waited breathlessly for Qui-Gon, suddenly eager for his 'lesson' to
continue.
Gauging Obi-Wan's reaction visually and through their bond, Qui-Gon
realized that the younger man not only accepted what was going to happen but
wanted, no craved it as much as Qui-Gon did. "Are you sure, my
heart?" He had to be certain.
"Ohhh yessss!" Obi-Wan moaned. "Do it, Qui-Gon. Please...
teach me this lesson too!"
"With pleasure, my 'sweet' one," Qui-Gon chuckled delightedly.
A warm, rough velvet tongue began to bathe Obi-Wan's skin, trailing up
and down the elegant length of spine, licking subtle patterns over sensitive
flesh as the sauce was cleaned away. Qui-Gon moved slowly and methodically,
starting at the base of Obi-Wan's neck and working his way down, ensuring
all the sauce was removed.
Obi-Wan's firm, luscious buttocks were next. Qui-Gon attacked them
lovingly, nipping, biting and licking the delectable mounds. He sucked on
the flesh under his mouth until blood rose to the surface, leaving marks of
love and possession on his Padawan. Obi-Wan's hips began to move
involuntarily, thrusting into the mattress, trying to stimulate his
throbbing erection.
Finally all the sauce was cleaned off except for the one remaining area,
an area that up until now had remained sweetly chaste - but not for much
longer. Qui-Gon sat back a moment, tormenting the writhing man beneath him
and tantalizing himself, seeing if Obi-Wan would...
"Force, Qui-Gon, will you stop teasing me?! This is beyond cruelty -
I swear!" Obi-Wan demanded, at the end of his endurance. If he did not
find relief soon, he thought he might just go mad.
Qui-Gon arched an unseen eyebrow at his Padawan's forceful command.
Perhaps Obi-Wan was right - no more playing. Gently spreading Obi-Wan's
succulent cheeks apart, Qui-Gon first ran a finger down the darkened furrow,
causing Obi-Wan to buck and hiss in delight. His love's reaction was enough
to nudge Qui-Gon beyond his own limits of self-control. Limits Qui-Gon had
been riding very closely. It took every last ounce of will he had not to
ravish Obi-Wan as his lover lay there - helpless, aroused and spread beneath
him. Qui-Gon brought the sauce-covered finger to his lips and savored the
taste.
Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Qui-Gon wrested back his control and
silently guided his love onto his knees, then pushed him back slightly so
that he was in a prone position once more, arms stretched out in front of
him rather like Obi-Wan was bowing in obeisance. Qui-Gon then guided his
love to open his legs as widely as possible. It was a lewd position but one
that would serve them both well.
"Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan queried, tensing and feeling a little
trepidation. He was so exposed and vulnerable in this position and was
unsure if he enjoyed it.
"Shhhh... patience, love... Trust me."
"Always, Master," came the whispered reply as Obi-Wan relaxed
back into the position in which Qui-Gon had placed him, laying his head on
his restrained arms.
Qui-Gon once more ran a finger down the sensitive flesh, this time
smearing the sauce over Obi-Wan's lips, eyes darkening as he watched that
agile tongue dart out and collect the taste.
Lowering himself to a half reclining position, Qui-Gon began to lick the
final traces of fudge sauce from Obi-Wan's body - delighting in the taste of
sweet mixed with the heavier musk of his lover. His tongue ran lightly down
the shadowed groove, darting over and flicking at the incredibly sensitive
flesh, making Obi-Wan shiver with pure need and just a little hesitation.
Slowly, unerringly Qui-Gon bathed his lover's flesh with his tongue,
arousing and stimulating as he went but avoiding that most intimate of
intimate places. He wanted Obi-Wan completely aroused and ready for this
final step.
Reaching between Obi-Wan's splayed legs, Qui-Gon grasped his love's
aching penis and began to stroke the weeping flesh in slow, sensuous
movements.
Touching his mind to Obi-Wan's, Qui-Gon was satisfied to find that his
lover could not hold a coherent thought. There were only starbursts of
white-hot pleasure interspersed with jumbled phrases of love and sex and an
overwhelming sense of need. His love was a vortex of sense and sensation.
Obi-Wan was ready. Stroking Obi-Wan faster, Qui-Gon began to delicately lap
at the amber rose of Obi-Wan's anus, tickling the incredibly sensitive flesh
with petal soft movements of his tongue
Obi-Wan bucked and whimpered, first pulling away from the electrifying
contact then pushing back, trying to feel more of Qui-Gon's wicked caress.
"Master... Gods above... Qui-Gon... more... Please!... Yessss!!!"
Obi-Wan moaned and begged and pleaded. He was lost in a world of pure
sensation, so intense were the feelings. It was like nothing he had ever
felt before. Even the ghostly caresses his Master had teased him with in
previous 'lessons' paled in comparison to this reality.
Stiffening his tongue into a spear of flesh, Qui-Gon pushed inwards
slightly, feeling the ring of muscle contract and loosen as Obi-Wan relaxed
into the sensation of being penetrated. Qui-Gon began to mimic the act of
lovemaking with his tongue, barely penetrating the first ring of muscle,
just getting his lover used to the feelings coursing through him. Soon,
my Obi-Wan, soon... Qui-Gon thought heatedly, sending explicit and
erotic images of himself covering and penetrating Obi-Wan. Images of Obi-Wan
covering and penetrating him.
The images flooding his mind, the strong hand manipulating his weeping
cock and the dangerous feeling of being penetrated in such a manner - even
slightly penetrated - sent Obi-Wan spiraling out of control. Biting down
hard on the pillow beneath him to stifle his howl of completion, Obi-Wan
bucked and impaled himself first in Qui-Gon's fist, then on his tongue as he
worked himself frenziedly, coming hard... almost violently.
Watching and hearing Obi-Wan, feeling his body writhe and strain beneath
his own, feeling him impale himself on Qui-Gon's tongue and fist proved too
much for the Jedi Master as well. His own orgasm rushed through him like a
streaking meteor as he experienced the violent intensity of Obi-Wan's
emotions through their link. They were joined so intimately flesh to flesh
and mind to mind, a complete circle, each feeding the other's senses and
needs.
Moaning his pleasure, Qui-Gon orgasmed almost silently while he continued
thrusting his tongue and stroking Obi-Wan's pulsing erection as his lover
collapsed to the bed, swamped by the feelings that flooded him. Qui-Gon
finally forced himself to let go and moved up to lie next to Obi-Wan, using
the Force to untie his love's wrists, and turned Obi-Wan into his embrace.
Whimpering and snuffling like an overwrought child, Obi-Wan curled
himself into his lover. He was beyond being overwhelmed. That had been the
most erotic, wondrous, delightful, terrifying, and soul-shattering
lovemaking he'd experienced in his life. Salty tears tracked silver lines
down his skin as he snuggled his face into the crook of Qui-Gon's neck and
clung to his lover like he used to cling to his stuffed wookie as a babe.
"My Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon queried softly as he ran a soothing hand
up and down the younger man's back, ruffling another hand through the silky
mass of Obi-Wan's hair. "Are you all right, beloved?"
"Yes, Master," Obi-wan sniffled into his lover's neck. Pulling
back and gazing up at Qui-Gon with rain-drenched eyes, he ran a hand slowly,
reverently down the chiseled cheek of the man he loved more than life.
"Thank you," he said simply, a smile breaking slowly across his
handsome face.
"For what, my Obi-Wan?
"For teaching me how much you love me," Obi-Wan replied.
"What you teach me goes beyond the physical - although that pleasure
alone is enough to shatter me completely. You teach me love, Qui-Gon,"
he finished, placing his cheek over Qui-Gon's pounding heart.
"Always, my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon replied with a hushed, almost
reverent, tone as he held his lover closer still.
Both men relaxed into each other and drifted off into the most peaceful
sleep they'd had in a long time, each dreaming and sharing the other's dream
that their 'lessons' would continue forever... and beyond.
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