Undone
Yeah, yeah, I'm not supposed to be wasting my time on LJ when there's school and crap to be done. But sometimes I need porn to get me out of bed in the morning.
This fic is rated: Porn!
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn
Timeline: sometime before TPM
Summary: Qui-Gon likes to watch Mace come undone.
Warnings: Porn Without Plot
Word Count: 313
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note:
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, starwars_slash
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Qui-Gon likes to watch Mace come undone.
He swirls his tongue slowly down Mace's body, taking his time, enjoying the journey, the feel and taste of skin. He meanders his way along the broad, muscled chest, stopping for a moment to circle one tensed nipple before heading lower.
He can feel Mace's stomach tense as he fights to maintain his iron control; he has mercy and takes a more direct route, following the fine line of the only hair on Mace's body to his goal. He hears Mace whimper, deep in his throat, but he digs his hands into the sheets and forces himself to lie still.
Now, it's Qui-Gon's turn for control. Much as he would love to take the length of it down his throat, he forces himself to draw his tongue up the underside of Mace's cock. He stops for a moment to probe the tender spot where the shaft meets the head, then turns back, sliding back down.
Mace bites his fist to muffle a frustrated moan.
Now, Qui-Gon turns his attention to Mace's balls. Takes them gently into his mouth and holds them there before releasing them. He puts one hand on Mace's belly, and feels his body jerk, then arch into the touch.
His control shatters. "Please!"
It's the surrender Qui-Gon has been waiting for. He wraps his lips around Mace's cock, takes the full length of him in one practiced move. Twice, three times, and Mace is jerking beneath him. He lets out a wail that sounds almost like pain, and Qui-Gon slides his arms around his waist to steady him.
In the aftermath, Mace lies trembling. Qui-Gon slides up beside him, wraps him in his arms, holds him like a child. He knows how hard it is for Mace to lose control, and he's honored that he trusts him enough to let him see it.
This fic is rated: Porn!
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Mace Windu/Qui-Gon Jinn
Timeline: sometime before TPM
Summary: Qui-Gon likes to watch Mace come undone.
Warnings: Porn Without Plot
Word Count: 313
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note:
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, starwars_slash
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
Qui-Gon likes to watch Mace come undone.
He swirls his tongue slowly down Mace's body, taking his time, enjoying the journey, the feel and taste of skin. He meanders his way along the broad, muscled chest, stopping for a moment to circle one tensed nipple before heading lower.
He can feel Mace's stomach tense as he fights to maintain his iron control; he has mercy and takes a more direct route, following the fine line of the only hair on Mace's body to his goal. He hears Mace whimper, deep in his throat, but he digs his hands into the sheets and forces himself to lie still.
Now, it's Qui-Gon's turn for control. Much as he would love to take the length of it down his throat, he forces himself to draw his tongue up the underside of Mace's cock. He stops for a moment to probe the tender spot where the shaft meets the head, then turns back, sliding back down.
Mace bites his fist to muffle a frustrated moan.
Now, Qui-Gon turns his attention to Mace's balls. Takes them gently into his mouth and holds them there before releasing them. He puts one hand on Mace's belly, and feels his body jerk, then arch into the touch.
His control shatters. "Please!"
It's the surrender Qui-Gon has been waiting for. He wraps his lips around Mace's cock, takes the full length of him in one practiced move. Twice, three times, and Mace is jerking beneath him. He lets out a wail that sounds almost like pain, and Qui-Gon slides his arms around his waist to steady him.
In the aftermath, Mace lies trembling. Qui-Gon slides up beside him, wraps him in his arms, holds him like a child. He knows how hard it is for Mace to lose control, and he's honored that he trusts him enough to let him see it.