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Series: no

Archive: Master And Apprentice, any others please ask first

Spoilers: none

Category: PWP

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Not really, Obi-Wan/OC, Qui-Gon/OC.

Warnings: um, young men touching themselves? Is that a warning?

Feedback: I crave it as much as chocolate!

Summary: Obi-Wan entertains some friends, much to Qui-Gon's own dismay and arousal.

Disclaimer: Owned by George Lucas, blah blah, no money made, blah, blah, promise to put them back after a bad night's rest.

"Are you sure he's not coming back anytime soon, Obi-Wan?" Syreth asked nervously from across the small circle of young men as he nervously opened his leggings, letting them fall to the top of his boots. He was the last of the group to undress, as he felt very self-conscious because he was surrounded by several half-naked young men. All of them stood in a small circle in Obi-Wan's small bedroom, and waited for the game to begin. Most of the humanoid males from Kenobi's Humanoid Advanced Sexual Techniques class were present. They were all anxious to play the game, and from Obi-Wan's viewpoint, the other young padawan was stalling.

"Yes, Syreth!" Obi-Wan snapped at the other young man before placing a small, ratty-looking towel in the middle of their circle. "Okay, these are the rules, as far as Mistress D'nel stated. We all masturbate, and the last one to climax wins, getting a kiss from anyone he chooses," he looked each padawan in the eyes as he spoke. Padawan L'myr gave him a wicked, lascivious grin and winked at him. Obi-Wan's gaze traveled over the other young man's body and Obi-Wan smiled back. To Obi-Wan, L'myr was a picture of masculine beauty, with rather feminine features that hid the strength of several men. Long, light blue hair caressed L'myr's shoulders, in defiance of the usual padawan style Obi-Wan himself chose. Another stunning characteristic was the fact he had two different eye colors. One eye, partially hidden by a tuft of blue hair, was gem green, the other was a deep blue color. Those eyes held his gaze for a moment, but Obi-Wan was determined to focus himself on the task ahead. He wondered to himself if L'myr was interested in more intimate games later on, but for now, he had 5 other aroused age mates waiting for him to begin the game. Some of them were already hard as they stood patiently. He was impressed by the control of his classmates.

"Everyone ready?" Nods from everyone confirmed that. Obi-Wan looked at all the young men before him as they grasped their erections with eager hands. "Begin!" He said as he began to slowly pull on his own penis. While Obi-Wan usually preferred more intimate situations than this, masturbating with a group of his age mates was exciting him more than he thought possible. As he fisted his growing erection, he imagined it was L'myr's hands touching him, suddenly his excitement reached a near-orgasmic state. Groans and gasps soon filtered through the air musically as the other young men joined him in pleasure. Obi-Wan was barely able to contain his rapidly approaching climax through the haze of ecstasy he felt. Drops of pearly fluid collected at the very tip of his cock, he moved his thumb over the head, capturing the drops and using them to further lubricate himself. L'myr let out a loud, deep moan and it caused Obi-Wan to shiver in delight. Perhaps he would make L'myr moan like that someday?

A flicker of the force gave him a second's warning before Qui-Gon opened the door to his room and stepped in...

"Obi-Wan I wanted to --" his master blinked twice, and a brief flash of shock and embarrassment disturbed his master's serene face before he was able to calm himself. Obi-Wan eyed him cautiously, but refused to stop himself. It was, after all, Qui-Gon's own damn fault he walked in without notice. He was astonished to notice that the boys only looked at his master for a moment, then looked at Obi-Wan before they paused. Obi-Wan was surprised to see not embarrassment in Syreth's face, but arousal. Funny, he would never have guessed Syreth had a thing for his master. A wicked idea came to Obi-Wan's fevered mind.

"I apologize, Obi-Wan, I should have knocked," the large man started to back out of the room before he embarrassed himself further. Qui-Gon's face was blushing, but even an initiate could sense the older man's arousal.

"Yes, you should have...but while you're here," Obi-Wan gazed at his master, noting his friend's approval, "you might as well join us." The young man only hoped that he hadn't gone too far in requesting that Qui-Gon stay and play with them.

"Obi-Wan, I think I should leave," Qui-Gon was at the open door, about to leave when Syreth spoke.

"Please, join us, Master Jinn?" Qui-Gon faced the small circle of men and he shuddered in arousal. Of course he knew what they were doing, he had played the game several times before he became a knight. He noticed that Syreth was almost pleading. In his compassion, he refused to embarrass the young man. Especially not since the boy was quite attractive with his jet-black hair and green eyes.

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt," 'I sounded like an ass, just then,' Qui-Gon thought to himself. He was astounded by his own boldness. "Do you all agree to let me into this circle?" He asked, removing his deep brown cloak and draping it over a chair. The young men agreed and Obi-Wan drew back, making enough space for his master to slip into the circle. He released his hardening cock from the confines of his leggings and spared a glance at Syreth. Syreth had become quite beautiful, and he gently rubbed his own cock to relieve the pleasant ache that the young man was causing him.

Obi-Wan, having gotten over the initial shock, was now toying with his erect cock. The others gave him some odd looks as the game resumed, but the small smile of pleasure they noticed on Obi-Wan's lips calmed their fears of retribution from his master. From across the circle, L'myr gave Obi-Wan a lingering look that caused Obi-Wan to cream himself from the mere intensity of it. 'You're not winning that way, L'myr!' Obi-Wan thought as he deliberately slowed down his stroking to quell his arousal. L'myr gave a pout, but Obi-Wan only stuck his tongue out at the other padawan. Looking at his group of friends, he noticed that Syreth's hand was moving very quickly, and his other hand was reaching behind himself. The movement was almost a blur really, and Syreth finally let go with a thin shriek of pleasure, his entire face tight with the power of his release. Thin streams of white fluid streamed from his cock as Syreth exploded in orgasm. Obi-Wan gasped as the younger man's presence in the force brightened for a mere second, then returned to it's usual thrumming existence. 'Well, that was intriguing,' Obi-Wan thought to himself as his arousal grew, brought to a keen edge by the sight of another young man reaching the height of his pleasure. He tried not to look as Aspeth next to him grunted loudly in his own climax. Obi-Wan could almost taste the come as it spilled from his friend's pulsating cock. His arousal spiked sharply at the thought, but he was determined not to come so soon in the game.

Obi-Wan's gaze drifted around the circle and realized that some odd ripple effect was happening. It was as if seeing the first two come caused the others to lose control. The sight of so many men in front of him, adding to it that heated look Padawan L'myr was giving him had him gasping and stroking himself to completion. L'myr lifted the top of his tunic to tease him further, and Obi-Wan cried out with a powerful climax. The simple glimpse of L'myr's firm stomach proved to be too much for him. Hot streams of milky-white fluid erupted from the tip of his cock, and Obi-Wan groaned in defeat.

Feeling a strong burst of emotion along the training bond between his master and himself, Obi-Wan was treated to the surprisingly beautiful sight of his master in the throes of orgasm. The older gentleman's entire body trembled in release. It was the first time Obi-Wan had ever seen his master in a sexual way, and it startled him a little. He knew that his master was a very handsome man, but just now, Qui-Gon's sensuality was new to Obi-Wan. Embarrassed, but still aroused by his odd situation, he looked at the winner of the contest, Padawan L'myr. He was impressed by the other boy's stamina. Wide blue and green eyes widened, then closed shut as L'myr climaxed, giving a loud shout as he spilled his seed upon the floor. Obi-Wan felt a strong flare of interest in his fellow padawan. Now that he'd seen the raw, sexual beauty of his friend, he knew he wanted that boy in his bed soon.

L'myr's eyes reopened, and he had a look of triumph about him that had his classmates dismayed. But there was no shout of glee, no gloating, for which everyone else in the room was glad. The proud padawan simply pulled up his pants, tied them back around his waist. With a wicked smile, he walked around the circle. When he reached Obi-Wan, he simply took his classmate's face into his hands and kissed him deeply. Obi-Wan had barely enough time to respond, as he very much wanted to, but he soon returned the favor with equal passion.

As he watched his errant padawan kissing another boy, Qui-Gon scowled, he didn't like that twinge of jealousy that he had just felt. He looked at the others still scattered about the room. He righted his own clothing, grabbed his cloak from the chair and opened the door to Obi-Wan's room.

"Show's over, everyone out," his words chased everyone out of Obi-Wan's room. After a few minutes, all of the participating padawans had left except for L'myr, who was no doubt taking advantage of Obi-Wan, and the rather cute and shy Syreth. The black-haired youth shuffled his feet as he walked to the door, hoping Qui-Gon was open to letting him warm his bed. For a moment, it seemed that Qui-Gon would oust him as he had the others.

"Do you really want to stay, Syreth?" He asked the boy, his voice a bit soft. Syreth answered by closing the distance between the two of them. When he stood only a few inches away from the imposing-looking master, he smiled, and placed his hands upon Qui-Gon's chest.

"Yes, I do," was his answer, and his eyes searched Qui-Gon's for any sign of wanting his company.

The barest hint of a smile played up Qui-Gon's lips as he picked Syreth up. The boy gasped and chuckled as he was carried by the far larger man into his room.