darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-12-03 23:59:00 |
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Original poster: the_emu
(No, I'm not on the current list of contributers, but Thalia left me a little back door so I could sneak in to finish my recs from, like, August.)
Title: Need & Discovery
Author: Gail Riordan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Q/O
Warnings:
discussion of rape
Author contact stuff: lferion, wander@rathriordan.org
(Story was originally published in the zine Rituals and Meditations.
Link to story: (2 parts!)
http://www.masterapprentice.org/archive/n/n
http://www.masterapprentice.org/archive/n/n
Reasons for recommending:
Now, I've never developed any sort of scientific, taxonymic method by which to compare, but I do believe this is the hottest Q/O fic ever written.
At its most basic level, it's a plot that has been done by quite a few (wonderful) fics, but this one is on a whole 'nother level.
Qui-Gon is fresh home from a mission in which he was (essentially) a sex slave, and he's having trouble dealing with the emotional impact of having his desires exposed. He has been brought to a point of almost quiet desperation: he pleasures himself, he penetrates himself with toys, but he can't find the physical or emotional stimulation he was 'trained' to need during the mission.
Meanwhile, Obi-Wan is awakening to his own sexuality, and his sexuality is pointing in the obvious direction. He loves Qui-Gon, he desires him, he hurts for him, but he doesn't want to make things any more difficult than they already are. So, like a Jedi, like a man who has the maturity to deserve an adult relationship, Obi-Wan researches and plans and tenderly cares for Qui-Gon's concerns.
There is no high drama, no tantrums, no crumbling self-esteem. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are tentative, vulnerable, but they're men and they're mature and they're thinkers, scholars, philosophers, everything that I think Jedi should be. Gail doesn't need to compromise any of that to create angst. The whole story yearns.
Every writer has their strengths; Gail's are a shameless hedonism for language, a wonderful insight into characters in all their depth and nuance, and best of all, a thorough and perfect ability to hit all my kinks, every time.
Quote from story:
Qui-Gon, my Master, was half-lying on his side with his back mostly to the door, the covers turned down and his shoulders propped with pillows and all the fine strength of him exposed in the dim light. One hand was gently fingering his cock, rising to his nipples, combing through the dark hair that curled at the base of his shaft. The other, glistening, moved on his ass cheeks, sliding slowly deeper and deeper between them. With a hot jolt straight to my groin I realized he was stroking his anus, rocking a long, blunt finger in and out. Then he shifted, curled his leg, pushed in with two fingers as his breath quickened. My own breath was getting heavy, but I kept it silent as he stroked himself, front and back.