Notes: NC-17, O/Q, PWP, Response to the challenge to use the
items we're keeping in an 800 word story. Clocks at 791 words
without title and disclaimers. Confession: I didn't claim until
after the challenge was issued, so I was snarky enough to grab
an easy combination, Qui-Gon's sheets and Obi-Wan's big, fluffy
pillow. I hope the sex is hot enough you'll forgive me....
Archive: M&A, archive by Rauhnee.
Feedback: I adore it, relish it, love it.
Thanks to my supreme Master Cincoflex for betaing. Thanks to
the Emu for issuing the challenge - this was fun to write!
Disclaimer: The boys belong to George Lucas.
"They are pink, Obi-Wan."
"Yes, Master. Bant and I were doing the laundry together and
I'm afraid her new red formal dress got mixed into our whites."
"I am not going to sleep on hot pink sheets, Padawan."
"Actually, Master, your sheets are fine. They were in with
Bant's whites. Your sheets and my pillow case. We could . . .
share." The deliberate pause was accompanied by a teasing,
predatory glance.
Qui-Gon had seen Obi-Wan direct that flirting look at other
Padawans and young diplomatic attaches. He'd never dared to
pray that his apprentice might gaze at him in the same hungry
fashion. As adrenaline rushed through his system, he leaned
down. Obi-Wan arched up, their lips meeting in a ravishing kiss
expressing years of desperate but unspoken cravings.
Breaking away, Qui-Gon commanded unsteadily, "Get your pillow.
I'll make the bed." He snatched at the two white sheets in the
blinding sea of pink.
Chores had never been completed with such speed. The fitted
sheet was tucked neatly under each corner of the bed before
Obi-Wan returned with his pillow in the clean pillowcase,
flinging it at the head of the bed. Two pairs of greedy hands
ripped at each other's clothes, two sets of lips devoured each
other frantically as the two Jedi exploded with a passion too
wild to control. Tunics were torn off and breeches yanked down,
until their removal was impeded by the flat reality of boots.
Obi-Wan's head met his big, fluffy pillow as Qui-Gon tossed him
flat on the bed, pulling off his apprentice's boots before
divesting himself of the remainder of his clothes. Falling on
the younger man, he gripped hard biceps, staring into those
expressive eyes, their bodies pressing tightly together,
erections touching.
"Is this for tonight or forever?" Qui-Gon demanded. He knew he
wanted an eternity with this man as his lover but the student
must establish the limits for a physical relationship.
That taunting look came again, playing with his Master's
emotions in a devilish fashion. "I hadn't decided. How good
are you?"
"You little imp," he murmured, insane with lust. "This will be
my finest lesson."
He explored Obi-Wan's body with sensitive hands and yearning
lips, licking every inch of skin, taking biting nips when least
expected, determined to discover every erogenous zone which
made the Padawan shiver and moan with ecstasy. His warm tongue
savored Obi-Wan's tense nipples, his belly button, the sculpted
muscles of his abdomen and thighs. Fingers were sucked and
moistened, toes gently chewed. Swallowing his apprentice's
cock, Qui-Gon reveled in the musky smell and tangy flavor of
pre-cum, dancing his tongue down the length, driving Obi-Wan
relentlessly to release, savoring his frantic cries. No respite
was allowed before he flipped the younger man to his stomach.
The Jedi Master excited him again by delicately seeking his
prostrate with inquisitive fingers before penetrating him with
his stiff penis, simultaneously thrusting and pumping Obi-Wan
as they both furiously exploded. Qui-Gon rested momentarily on
the slender body, sweat shining on their skin before turning
Obi-Wan over and beginning again, demonstrating his love and
desire with amazing skill and devastating eroticism.
Obi-Wan returned the exploration as much as he could, but the
older man's astonishing expertise and ravishing urgency
devastated his coordination and overwhelmed him. Gasping with
want and need, he surrendered to Qui-Gon's unrestrained lust.
He thought he knew the meaning of stamina when he issued his
dare and was suddenly learning that if a Jedi Master was
threatened with only one night, years of repressed fantasies
would be satisfied. As his body was endlessly manipulated and
caressed, he lost track of his orgasms, shuddering over and
over with delight until collapsing from exhaustion.
Wrapping Obi-Wan in the flat sheet, pillow on top of his limp
form, Qui-Gon carried him to the other room. Laying him on the
bed, Qui-Gon snuggled spoon fashion, both heads cradled on the
soft pillow.
"There's no sheet on this bed," Obi-Wan muttered sleepily.
"The other one is a little sticky for comfortable sleep," his
Master replied. "You'll have to do laundry again tomorrow.
And get new sheets."
"Master," Obi-Wan yawned, "the answer was always going to be
forever."
Qui-Gon grinned in relief at the back of Obi-Wan's head but
made his voice casual. "I know, Obi-Wan. I know. Next time you
feel the need to provoke me, don't intentionally destroy our
laundry."
His apprentice smiled at that accurate perception. "Yes,
Master. I'll be less destructive. But you 'rose' so well to my
expectations--it was as if you 'red' my mind." Qui-Gon nestled
him even closer at that teasing remark and they slept, secure
that their love would be eternal and challenging.
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