Archive: Master and Apprentice--anyone else ask please
Summary: Response to Ruth's challenge for a story involving
handcream, one or both of the boys in boots with no pants on,
something 12 inches long, and a doll.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, much less these fine
characters--although I own a couple of action figures of them,
does that count? Probably not. Oh well, I refuse to make any
money off them in any event, so please don't sue me.
Notes: Thanks to Becky for the quick beta, and kaly for the
title!
"I don't want to talk about it right now!" Obi-Wan jumped up
from the bed, gathering his clothes and putting them on
haphazardly.
"Obi-Wan, if you'd just listen--"
His apprentice whirled around, finger pointing accusingly. "No!
You may be my master, you may be my lover, but...but...you're
not the boss of me!"
Qui-Gon couldn't help it. He burst out laughing, which only
served to make Obi-Wan even angrier. Without another word, the
younger man reached for the door.
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon scrambled out of the bed to stop him from
leaving. "Look, love, I'm sorry, but you're obviously not in
any state to leave."
"Why's that?" he replied, lower lip jutting out in an
impressive pout. "Because you haven't finished lecturing me
yet?"
Qui-Gon shook his head, his expression turning serious.
"Because you just gave me an argument that wouldn't hold up in
the creche, let alone between two adults. And besides, that,"
he added as a grin crept back onto his face, "you're not
wearing your pants."
His apprentice looked down to see his bare legs covered almost
to the knees by his boots. "Oh." A grin warred with the pout
for a few seconds, then finally won out. He gave a half-laugh
as he sat back down on the bed and dropped his clothing on the
floor. "You think I'm childish."
Qui-Gon joined him on the bed. "If I thought you were childish,
love, you wouldn't be here."
"You wouldn't have taken me as a padawan?"
"No, I wouldn't have taken you into my bed."
A glimmer of hope shone in Obi-Wan's eyes. "So you don't think
I'm childish."
"Trust me, I think anything but," Qui-Gon answered, leaning in
to capture his lover's lips. "Sexy," he commented, then kissed
him again. "Impish." Another kiss. "And tasty," he added, this
time following it with a much longer kiss. "But never
childish."
"Then why did you say I should get rid of my Galactic Ken
doll?" Obi-Wan asked as they fell back onto the bed.
Qui-Gon smiled as he pulled the other man's boots off. "I
didn't say you should get rid of it. I said get it out of the
bed. It nearly impaled me when I laid down!"
That brought forth a bubble of laughter from Obi-Wan. "Sorry,
Master, he must have fallen off the shelf. "I shall be careful
as to which of my belongings impales you in the future."
"See that you, do," Qui-Gon said with a smile. He reached for
the hand cream on the nightstand, pouring a generous amount
into Obi-Wan's hand. "However, if you're in need of toys, I'm
sure I can give you something of equal size to play with," he
said as he took Obi-Wan's hand and placed it around his own
throbbing erection, hissing as the cool cream made contact with
his skin.
"Master," Obi-Wan breathed, a hint of teasing in his tone. "You
mean it's only twelve inches?"
His only answer was a deep, searing kiss that drove all thought
of collectible dolls from his mind.
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