Teach Me

Obi-Wan leaned against a pillar, enjoying a rare moment of idleness in his training, smiling as a warm breeze ruffled his short hair. The mediation gardens were a favorite place of many a Jedi, and he was no exception. The young Padawan enjoyed the calm and peaceful aura of this place. It was soothing, and never failed to clear his mind when missions frazzled his nerves or his training became too hectic. Obi-Wan took a deep breath of the garden’s lightly scented air. He and his Master Qui-Gon had been through some rough times as of late, and some of their missions had been rather harrowing, but all that was behind them now as they rested in the sanctuary of the Jedi Temple.
Thinking of his Master brought a smile to Obi-Wan’s lips. He admired Qui-Gon greatly and not a day went by that he wasn’t grateful that the Jedi Knight had chosen him as his Padawan. Theirs hadn’t been an easy relationship at first. In fact, Qui-Gon had rejected Obi-Wan as his Padawan twice. But the Force brought them together, and two had grown to respect and understand each other, becoming a formidable team. Obi-Wan had learned a great deal about himself in the first few months of his Apprenticeship, and he and Qui-Gon had formed a deep bond.
“Obi-Wan?” A familiar voice brought the Padawan out of his reverie. “Yes Master?” he replied, turning to find Qui-Gon peering at him speculatively. “I was lost in thought Master, forgive me,” he said with a smile. There was an ease between the pair now, a great trust, borne out of a mutual understanding, and perhaps, something more. Qui-Gon was so wise, so silently powerful. And his eyes… they made Obi-Wan’s heart flutter, though he tried his best to bury the feelings, knowing they were forbidden to a Jedi. But still he couldn’t shake the way he felt… Qui-Gon was so noble, his eyes so striking... warm and sparkling, so full of wisdom and yet mischief, too, when he wanted. Qui-Gon was also stubborn, as Obi-Wan was learning, for his headstrong Master very often defied the Council to do what he thought was right, a trait that his Padawan secretly admired. The Council could be so hidebound.
Qui-Gon chuckled, a low, throaty laugh. “My young Padawan, there’s no need. The rest is needed. It was a difficult mission, and you did very well,” he told Obi-Wan, putting his large hand on the young man’s shoulder squeezing gently, his touch lingering on a few moments. Obi-Wan looked up, and their eyes met at last. For a moment he was breathless, swept away by the gentleness of his Master’s touch. His heart pounded in his chest as time seemed to stand still. “Master, I…” he began, only to be silenced with a soft finger against his lips. “I can sense your thoughts, Obi-Wan. I know…” the Jedi Knight said softly, bending down to claim his Padawan’s soft lips with his own as his arms slipped around his slender waist.
Obi-Wan started slightly with surprise at the unexpected embrace, but soon leaned into the warm kiss, putting his arms around Qui-Gon’s neck and drawing closer against him, inhaling his scent slowly. Reluctantly, his Master pulled away, though his hands lingered against Obi-Wan’s hips slightly. He was so innocent, and yet there was a fire in him. It was Obi-Wan’s dedication and determination that had eventually won Qui-Gon over to accept him as his Padawan learner and little had he known that the boy would win more than just his respect. “Come, Padawan,” he instructed in a soft whisper, heading inside the Temple. Obediently, Obi-Wan followed, his heart still fluttering from the brief but heavenly kiss they had just shared.
Qui-Gon led him through the Temple, to his own private quarters. Slipping off his cloak, he faced Obi-Wan again, stroking his Padawan’s cheek, before once again leaning down to kiss him, this time more ardently, knowing that Obi-Wan felt the same as he did, and would not reject his advances. There was no barrier now; no fear of rejection, no shame. They both held the same feelings, the same yearning. The young Padawan sighed against his Master’s lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss, a shiver running down his spine as Qui-Gon’s warm tongue slid lightly into his mouth, tasting, questing. He arched slightly against his Master’s towering frame, pressing their bodies closer together.
“Obi-Wan…” the Jedi Knight managed to whisper as they broke the kiss. “Yes, Master?” the Padawan sighed, letting himself be pulled into his teacher’s strong arms, his hands sliding down the Jedi Knight’s back softly. “I want to be with you, Padawan. Force, how I want you,” Qui-Gon breathed, slipping his large hands deftly into his young student’s tunic and sliding his utility belt off as he trailed hungry kisses down Obi-Wan’s neck, enjoying the feel of the young Jedi student’s skin under his lips, the beat of his heart close to his. Obi-Wan cried out softly with pleasure at the contact, his wildest dreams coming true as he and his Master began to explore each other’s bodies gently.
“Do you want this, Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon asked his Padawan softly, stroking the young man’s cheek lightly with the back of his hand, a concerned look in his eyes. As much as he yearned to be with his Padawan in body, he wouldn’t press him if he wasn’t ready for it. “Yes, Master, I do,” Obi-Wan murmured, loosening his obi and letting his tabard fall from his body, showing his willingness. There was a difference in him, a hunger in his young eyes. He wanted to be with Qui-Gon, so much so that he ached inside. “Please, Master…” he breathed, putting his hands on Qui-Gon’s broad shoulders. The two kissed again, this time however, it was now a much more passion-filled, hungry kiss, all the uncertainty gone from both men.
“Please, Master,” Obi-Wan entreated again as Qui-Gon slipped his own tunics off, pulling at the Padawan’s pants, his hands gently caressing his crotch in the process. Qui-Gon slowly peeled off the sweaty tunic of Obi-Wan’s, and was pleased at the sight of his student’s lean and muscular body. “I see you’ve been training hard, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon murmured appreciatively. He reached out again and slid Obi-Wan’s pants down, slipping his hands around his Padawan’s waist, exploring the soft skin underneath his hands. Undoing his own pants, Qui-Gon pressed his student onto the bed as they kissed, lips running over each other’s necks and mouths. They tangled together, lips, hands, mouths, nothing between them but skin.
Qui-Gon’s nimble fingers lightly rubbed along Obi-Wan’s thigh and the Padawan sighed quietly at the gentle caressing, the warmth of his Master’s large hand. He silently admired his Master’s broad shoulders and wide chest as the older Jedi Knight tossed aside the cumbersome clothing. His body was so perfect, his gentle voice could make him shiver with delight, melt with each lilting word. Qui-Gon noticed his young Apprentice staring and smiled, letting his own gaze slide over the young Jedi’s body. Obi-Wan’s chest and tight ass turned on Qui-Gon like no other, and he smiled at the sensuous curves now being revealed to him. Obi-Wan blushed slightly and his heartbeat quickened, thumping wildly as his Master settled down next to him on the bed, running his fingers lightly across Obi-Wan’s neck and back, exciting all his senses. The Padawan bit his lip, relishing the moment, each touch, each lingering caress.
Qui-Gon gently ran his hands down his Padawan’s smooth ass, his touch soft and caressing, luxuriating in the feel of his young student’s skin under his strong hands. Obi-Wan shivered with pleasure, another sigh escaping his lips as he wrapped his arms around Qui-Gon’s broad shoulders. Tongues twined as Master and Padawan embraced one another tenderly. Obi-Wan looked up and was captivated by his Master staring at him, his warm hand running through the Padwan’s short hair, as his other hand carefully stroked Obi-Wan’s swollen testicles. The young Padawan sighed and patiently waited for his Master to make the next move, already painfully aroused. He wasn’t sure what to do, or how to broach this moment. He wanted to be with Qui-Gon, wanted to feel his Master’s loving touches, but held back, afraid to make the wrong move. “Oh, Obi-Wan,” the elder Jedi sighed with desire, licking a trail down Obi-Wan’s chest before sliding his fingers between his Padawan’s tight ass cheeks, seeking his tight hole. Obi-Wan gasped and grunted, wriggling against his Master’s hand.
Sensing his young Padawan wasn’t let ready for such intimacy, Qui-Gon lowered his head to the young Jedi’s chest, flicking his tongue over Obi-Wan’s sensitive nipples as his hands slid lightly across his inner thigh, the touch a soft whisper against the Padawan’s sensitive skin. “Oh Master…” Obi-Wan sighed, returning the favor with his dexterous fingers and gently tweaking Qui-Gon’s nipples as his own hands caressed his Master’s body, touching, questing, seeking. Qui-Gon’s hand crept towards his Apprentice’s tempting ass once more as he kissed the young man deeply, feeling Obi-Wan’s arousal beginning to swell against his naked waist. “Have you ever…?” Qui-Gon let the question trail off, not wanting to worry the young Jedi any further.
Obi-Wan looked up into his Master’s face, cheeks brightly burning as he shook his head. “No, Master. I’ve… never been with anyone before. You’re my first,” he admitted quietly, dropping his gaze. Qui-Gon lifted his chin, and Obi-Wan flushed. He raised his eyes again, this time to look at his Master with an aching desire. “Teach me, Master,” Obi-Wan pleaded, wanting now more than ever to become one with his striking, gentle Master, to please him as he was being pleased, to know the warmth of his touch, the taste of his lips. Qui-Gon nodded silently, his hand sweeping tenderly over the Padawan’s blushing cheeks as he moved in to claim Obi-Wan’s lips with his own once more. Somehow it made the event transpiring between them even more erotic, turned him on even more, to know that his handsome young Padawan was yet still untouched, still needing his gentle guidance in the art of love as much as in the Force.
He slipped a finger between his student’s asscheeks, licked a digit and gently circled Obi-Wan’s anus lightly with his fingertip, teasing the tight hole and smiling to himself as the young Jedi moaned at the touches. The Jedi Knight licked the digit and slowly slipped his thick forefinger into the young Padawan’s eager ass, stroking the tender insides of his anal orifice and Obi-Wan arched against the bed with a moan, clenching against the finger. “Ohh, Master that feels good…” he said breathlessly, pressing back against his Master’s gently probing finger. Qui-Gon slid a second finger inside the young Jedi’s tight ass as his other hand cupped the Padawan’s balls, stroking over them teasingly and making Obi-Wan shudder with pleasure. “I want you inside me, Master, please,” Obi-Wan moaned almost desperately, his now fully erect cock beginning to throb with arousal. His balls tightened in anticipation, and he eagerly awaited the sensation of feeling his Master’s warm body laid against his own, he craved it, he longed for it.
“Not yet, young one. Not yet,” Qui-Gon murmured, sliding his fingers free of Obi-Wan’s anus. No, the boy wasn’t ready for all that he was eager, and Qui-Gon didn’t want to hurt him, even accidentally. Obi-Wan groaned in defeat, arching his back as Qui-Gon pulled him close, kissing Obi-Wan deeply, licking a feather light trail to his sensitive nipples, tonguing each in turn. “Patience, Padawan. You must learn patience,” Qui-Gon reminded this young Apprentice, a smirk forming on his weather-worn face. It was a lesson he had been attempting to teach Obi-Wan from the very beginning of their partnership. He slipped his hands around the Padawan’s tight ass, stroking Obi-Wan’s quivering manhood lightly.
Obi-Wan bucked upward against Qui-Gon, moaning softly. The Jedi Master muffled his Padawan’s pleased groans with a smoldering kiss that left them both breathless, hearts thundering. He trailed his large hands down Obi-Wan’s soft skin, down to the young man’s nipples, flicking and rubbing them until they stood erect, and Obi-Wan was writhing in pleasure in his arms. “Please Master,” Obi-Wan groaned, pulling Qui-Gon closer as he kissed the elder Jedi’s neck and face. His voice held a note of near desperation.
Qui-Gon’s finally relented; he positioned himself atop Obi-Wan as slowly and gently as both could manage given their state of arousal. Obi-Wan let out a slight moan as Qui-Gon gently pushed his cock into his tight ass. Obi-Wan groaned, pushing himself against the warm length as the Jedi Knight continued to slowly guide his cock. He gasped, his fingers curling and clenching around the sheets. There was a moment of repositioning, then blissful tingles of pleasure. “Please Master…” he groaned through gritted teeth, arching his ass into his Master’s cock. “Obi-Wan, relax now, young one, relax,” Qui-Gon whispered as he carefully held his Padawan’s shoulders, one hand curling about Obi-Wan’s lithe hips as he slowly pushed his full length completely inside his Padawan’s tight hole. Obi-Wan arched his hips, pushing back into his Master’s gentle thrust with a groan of bliss. “Oh Force… you feel so good, Obi-Wan…” he moaned as he began gently thrusting his engorged cock in and out of the younger man’s soft ass
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of his Master’s thick length buried deep inside him. He could feel the older Jedi’s hands running up and down his slim young body. Qui-Gon’s thrusts were slow and gentle, letting Obi-Wan adjust to the feelings as he received the welcome intruder. The Padawan moaned louder, the tempo of Qui-Gon’s thrusts slowly increasing. “By the Force, Master…” he gasped out, arching his ass upward into Qui-Gon’s cock as his Master slid himself once more into his hole. Qui-Gon leaned over and kissed Obi-Wan deeply, his hands slipping around the Padawan’s chest as they lay coupled together for a few moments, with Obi-Wan content just to feel his Master’s thick cock deep inside his quivering asshole.
Qui-Gon’s lips slid over his neck, brushing his earlobe as the elder Jedi took in his Padawan’s intoxicating scent. Obi-Wan moaned, arching himself back into his Master, as Qui-Gon began thrusting again, his hands on his Padawan’s hips, his eyes closed in ecstasy. Obi-Wan sighed as Qui-Gon’s huge hands found their way to his chest and worked down, rubbing and rolling his nibbles before brushing teasingly close to his throbbing member. The Padawan wriggled and moaned with each touch as pleasure overwhelmed his senses. Each gentle, rocking thrust made Obi-Wan’s loins tingle. He could feel every vein, every ripple of the older man’s thickness entering his inner regions and he blissfully accepted the whole length with each thrust. His mind and soul were at peace as Qui-Gon’s erect member continued it’s ever-increasing tempo and Obi-Wan moaned, knowing he was having a wonderfully intimate moment with the man he had trusted since he was a young boy. He smiled and closed his eyes, moaning in rhythm to the Master now pumping him from behind. The young Jedi reached back behind him for more comfort and melted, feeling the soothing arms of his Master, his current lover, his only lover, encircle him..
Obi-Wan was surprised but pleased when he reached to stroke his own cock and found that Qui-Gon’s hand was already there, gently brushing his fingers over the head as he rubbed down the shaft. The young Jedi arched his back as Qui-Gon began thrusting harder into the young Padawan’s eagerly awaiting ass. “Please Master… harder… I want to feel you…” Obi-Wan gasped. The two bucked and moaned and it didn’t take long for Qui-Gon to finally cum, his thick cock throbbing and twitching as he filled Obi-Wan’s tight hole with spurt after spurt of his love juice. Qui-Gon grunted, calling out to Obi-Wan as his orgasm shot through him. His member thrust against Obi-Wan’s tight hole once more before the Jedi relaxed and withdrew, panting.
He turned the younger man over and placed his eager, wet mouth around Obi-Wan’s still painfully erect penis, suckling lightly on the shaft, just behind the head. The Padawan moaned in pleasure, barely able to focus at the kind face now hungrily engulfing his member. He lay back and felt his release building steadily with each tickle. Qui-Gon eagerly stroked and sucked the younger man’s throbbing cock, lightly touching his Padawan’s balls and licking the shaft and head with his expert tongue, his fingers slipping over the Padawan’s foreskin, rubbing it deftly. Pleasure shivered up his spine, and Obi-Wan twined his hands into his Master’s long hair, moaning as he bucked his hips upward. Qui-Gon’s moist tongue slid over his cockhead, across the sensitive underside, along his balls. Obi-Wan convulsed as a new form of pleasure tingled through him.
After a few minutes of gentle sucking, Obi-Wan couldn’t hold back any longer. He shot his load inside his Master’s eager mouth with a cry of pleasure breaking over his trembling lips. The Padawan bucked and thrashed as pleasure filled his every nerve, lighting them on fire. He came crying Qui-Gon’s name as he attained release as his Master continued to suckle on his manhood, taking every drop of his load possible. Qui-Gon felt his Padawan convulse; then another hot load filled his waiting mouth. He swallowed the whole load with gusto, smiling as he saw how excited and pleased his Padawan was. He continued until the younger man relaxed and his manhood began to soften. The two quietly lay in each other’s arms for what seemed an eternity. Obi-Wan started to mention how disconcerting this was, but Qui-Gon held his finger to the young Padawan’s lips, lightly kissing his forehead, “It’s all right, my young Padawan, we will keep this a secret. I wanted to teach you that it’s no shame to love your fellow Jedi and to be open-minded about such experiences. Have you learned your lesson?”
Obi-Wan stared at him, his eyes wide, still breathless, “Yes, Master, and much more.” The two stared each other for a moment, before Obi-Wan laid his head on his Master’s chest as the two laid comfortably together.