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Archive: MA, or ask me

Category: Q/O PWP

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None

Summary: Response to Hilary's challenge on Q/O-OTP: include the phrase out of the EP1 novelization: "This is difficult to accept, Qui-Gon."

Suggestions/prods:
* Qui-Gon in something outlandishly, shockingly sexy. Leather always a plus.
* Qui-Gon asking Obi-Wan to change an ingrained behavior.
* Qui-Gon caught doing something perverted.
Well, it's the closest I could get. I could never resist leather. Neither can Obi-Wan. (Or Qui-Gon for that matter!)

Disclaimer: Characters belong to George Lucas, not me.

Feedback: Yes please

Note: Un-betad and in the raw.

Obi-Wan waited at the edge of the small town, staring out at the dirt road that stretched as far as he could see over the drab landscape. The town was dull and drab, primitive, and the surrounding land was flat and boring. Obi-Wan thought that this planet was the dullest place he had ever been. And how long was he expected to wait here while his master attempted to find transport to take them to the talks?

The young Jedi shifted his weight from one foot to the other with impatience. The sun was hot, but he wore his all-covering robe and had no intention of taking it off. He thought briefly about sitting down on the packed sand, but dismissed the idea. It would not do for a representative of the Jedi Order to be seen in such an undignified position. He squared his shoulders and straightened his spine, his hands folded inside the sleeves of his robe.

If his master wasn't here soon there would be no point them even starting the journey. The talks would not go ahead without the Jedi presence. The two tribes - the hot-blooded and warlike D'Catti and the gentler Soo-Zoo-Ki - had specifically requested Jedi mediation in the hope of bringing to an end the many years of bitter feuding. It wasn't the Jedi's fault that their unreliable, primitive transport had broken down so far away from their destination. But if they didn't make the appointed rendezvous the perceived insult to the tribes would be so great that it would be unlikely that they would get together again in the foreseeable future.

Obi-Wan sighed in frustration, then immediately admonished himself. It must be this place - the heat, the dust, the long wait. He even allowed himself a short moment to fantasise about what he would say to Qui-Gon when he eventually arrived - a few choice words about leaving his apprentice stranded in such a place. Of course, he would never really say such things to his master. Even though they had an intimate relationship in private, and had done for over two years since Obi-Wan's coming of age, their outward appearance was always completely proper.

He was alerted to the impending arrival of his master at the same time as he heard a roar like a reek in pain. A cloud of dust and black smoke came around the corner.

Even though he knew his master was responsible for this phenomenon, Obi-Wan took a step back and watched wide-eyed as it became apparent what mode of transport Qui-Gon had procured for them.

It was similar to a familiar speederbike, but this noisy, smoky machine was propelled along the ground on two wheels, and the primitive chemical-driven engine was the cause of the deafening noise and cloud of noxious smoke which was rising from the back.

Qui-Gon turned the engine off, dismounted from the machine and removed the round helmet he had been wearing, shaking out his long hair. Obi-Wan's eyes widened even further at Qui-Gon's clothing. He was dressed from head to foot in a black outfit which looked to be made of synthskin - no, on closer inspection Obi-Wan was sure it was animal skin. Very tight animal skin. Tight black leather trousers in his regular Jedi boots, and a matching jacket which made the tall master look even bigger, wider across the shoulders. Ah, the jacket had padding across the back and shoulders, and elbows. Obi-Wan tried not to stare.

His master looked extremely desirable in the unusual outfit. Not at all the serene Jedi, of course, but very desirable.

Reaching into one of the panniers on the vehicle's side, Qui-Gon pulled out another item of clothing and handed it to his apprentice.

"Put these on. Quickly."

Another pair of the skin trousers. "And this. Obi-Wan, hurry up. We don't have much time."

A jacket. Qui-Gon also unfastened another helmet from the backrest and handed it to Obi-Wan who took the items and stared.

"You want me to wear these?"

"Regulation safety wear for motorbike riding. They are your size. And this is the fastest transport we could get, and we have to obey the law."

"I can't change here!" Obi-Wan was slightly ashamed at the squeak in his voice.

Qui-Gon sighed. "There, then. In that alleyway. There's no-one about, Padawan."

The title did it. He could not refuse his master a direct order. Obi-Wan moved into the alley and began to remove his boots. He thought for a moment, wondering if the biker trousers would pull over his regular beige leggings. Not a chance. They were going to be a struggle to get on just over his skin. And the jacket was similarly tight - his tunics wouldn't fit underneath. Qui-Gon waited with obvious impatience as he struggled to get the skin-tight garments on, his sweaty skin making it even more difficult. Obi-Wan muttered to himself that it's funny how the apprentice was always having to admonish himself for showing frustration but it was fine for the master...

"Ready?" Qui-Gon called. Obi-Wan returned, his Jedi clothing bundled in his arms, and Qui-Gon stuffed the lot into the panniers.

They mounted the bike, Obi-Wan seated behind his master, his arms holding around his waist tightly as Qui-Gon re-started the engine. The young man gripped even tighter as they moved forward with rapid acceleration surprising for such a primitive machine.

Although they were obviously travelling considerably slower than they would have been on a normal speederbike, the fact that they were in contact with the ground made it seem as though they were travelling at great speed. The vehicle occasionally bumped as they hit a rough patch, but it was surprisingly smooth racing along the deserted track.

Obi-Wan leaned against the broad back in front of him, his face pressed against the leather jacket. It felt cool to his cheek after the long hot wait, and he was surprised that the smell wasn't unpleasant. In fact, he rather liked it. Another sudden bump, and he gripped the strong body in front of him. Unbidden, the realisation that Qui-Gon must also be naked under the leather came to him. The large engine roared on, and Obi-Wan felt the powerful throbbing of the bike between his legs.

In the very restricted trousers he wore, his arousal soon became almost painful.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and tried to will away his erection. This is neither the time nor the place, he told himself sternly. Unfortunately, he wasn't listening. He wondered if he let go with one hand if he could perhaps unfasten the trousers and touch himself... Or if he moved his hand lower, could he touch his master? What would that large cock feel like covered in the tight leather?

Stop this now, he thought. No, still not listening. He was almost panting, and moved his hips a little so he pressed his groin against the firm buttocks in front of him.

The bike suddenly slowed and wheeled to one side, dirt flying up from the braking wheels, before stopping. Qui-Gon leaped off pulling Obi-Wan with him in one smooth movement and heaved the bike on to its stand.

"What's wrong?" Obi-Wan managed to ask before his mouth was covered with Qui-Gon's and his body was pulled against the other's, their skintight clothing creaking together. Obi-Wan was held in a crushing embrace for a long, deep kiss before Qui-Gon pulled away reached for the fastening to his trousers.

"We can't, Master! Not here..."

But he was turned around, his trousers pulled down to his thighs, and pushed over the bike.

"You should have thought of that before you started bombarding me with all those images, you little slut." Qui-Gon hands were spreading him, probing. Obi-Wan thought briefly about resisting - separate sex lives, apart from our day-to-day lives as Jedi, wasn't it supposed to be? But he felt something cool and wet against his heated skin, and a large finger was inside him, slick with something, then a second and he was stretched and he groaned and pushed back and arched his back against the pressure.

"Ready? You're ready?" Qui-Gon asked but didn't wait for an answer. He pushed and Obi-Wan was penetrated, quickly, deeply, and howled at the burn and bright flare of pleasure.

Qui-Gon thrust hard and fast, reached for Obi-Wan's erection and pumped him too, pushing into the tight body and pulling on the hard cock so that the slim hips jerked and Obi-Wan screamed and came hard, his seed shooting against the hot sides of the bike. Qui-Gon thrust into him once more, again, grunted and clenched at the hips beneath him with a vice-like grip as he emptied himself into the young body.

They remained there for a few moments only, sweating and gasping, before Obi-Wan felt his master pull off his body and the air felt cool on his hot skin.

The motorbike roar he dimly heard in the distance grew louder. Another cloud of dust and dirt was bearing down on them.

"We really have to hurry now." Qui-Gon's voice was unusually gruff, and when Obi-Wan turned he had refastened his clothing was preparing to restart the bike. On wobbly legs, the apprentice tugged at his leather trousers just as the second bike stopped next to theirs.

"Is something wrong? Can I help you?" The law officer looked concerned as he removed protective goggles and stared at the two. "Are you the Jedi going to the tribal negotiations?"

"That's right. We're quite well, thank you Officer," Qui-Gon said and Obi-Wan marvelled at how steady his voice was. "Just stopped for a... ah, nature break."

The officer looked embarrassed, as if he thought Jedi were above such calls of nature. "Oh. Well. Erm, I was sent to escort you but you left before I got there. Follow me."

He steered his bike in front of theirs and waited.

"I can't believe we just did that," Obi-Wan said as he mounted again behind his master. Sitting, he remembered to ask something. "And what did you use on me?"

He felt rather than heard the chuckle. "Just the normal product they sell with this clothing. Keeps leather supple and waterproof, apparently."

"Leather polish! What will that do to me? I might have a reaction..."

Before they moved off, Qui-Gon turned to him. "We won't have time to change when we arrive for the talks. We'll have to keep these outfits on until this evening." His blue eyes were shining in amusement, and lust.

Obi-Wan hadn't finished being indignant about the lubricant, and just knew what the sight of his master across a negotiating table dressed in nothing but tight leather would do to him.

And when he thought how close they had come to being caught bonking outdoors in broad daylight by an officer of the law... He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"This is difficult to accept, Qui-Gon," he hissed between clenched teeth. "I'm not able to keep my thoughts off you all the time - are you going to jump me every time I get a hard-on from fantasising?"

"Call it a lesson in control, Padawan. I'll control myself so long as you control your thoughts."

Obi-Wan's long-suffering groan was unheard over the roar of the engine.