Warnings: gratuitous use of Jedi Council chambers, m/m sex
(duh), no angst, teasing
Spoilers: Mayo left in the hot sunshine.
Summary: BoredObi takes on his Master.
Series: Fantasy.
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Obi-Wan Kenobi sighed deeply. He shifted his position on the
meditation mat. He stood and paced. He finally gave up and
flopped onto his old bed.
//I'm bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Sooooo bored//
His Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, promised to return as soon as the
meeting with the Jedi Council adjourned. This didn't seem
likely to happen in the foreseeable future. Once they got
started the Jedi Councilors could yap for hours. And, if his
Master was being his usual argumentative self, Force only knew
how long they could go.
//Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored//
Maybe he could take his mind off of things. Maybe... he could
redirect his attention. Maybe... he could have a little fun
with his Master.
He thought about several passionate moments with Qui-Gon and
his body said 'let's play'.
Obi-Wan grinned and stripped off his clothes.
Qui-Gon sat serenely on the floor of the Council chamber
lightly meditating as he waited for the members of the Council
to return.
"Master?" He heard the soft, accented voice of his beloved
Padawan.
He turned to see Obi-Wan looking a bit unsure. "Come in,
Padawan. Is anything wrong?"
"No, Master. I finished all of my assignments and thought I
could help you." Obi-Wan looked sincere as he sat next to his
Master.
"No one has come back yet, Padawan."
Obi-Wan ducked his head coyly. "I could still help."
"Help?"
In response, a hand slid across his thigh to cup itself over
his groin. Qui-Gon froze in shock. Surely, Obi-Wan wouldn't-not
here!
"Yes, here," Obi-Wan sighed and continued his exploration.
His hand opened Qui-Gon's leggings with a few deft moves and
dove inside to encircle the rapidly hardening penis.
The two men sat as if in meditation as Obi-Wan stroked his
Master. Eyes closed, Qui-Gon concentrated on the wonderful
warmth of Obi-Wan's hand. He gasped as the hand increased its
pace stroking faster and faster. The younger man seemed not to
notice what that hand was doing.
Abruptly, the hand deserted the Master and, to his horror,
Qui-Gon heard himself whimper in protest. He heard rustling
beside him then looked up as a very naked Obi-Wan stood in
front of him.
The younger Jedi's erection jutted out proudly from Obi-Wan's
body and tempted the Master to taste. Obi-Wan sighed gratefully
as Qui-Gon opened his mouth and let the hot organ slip down
into his throat. He ignored himself completely as he sucked
diligently drawing soft moans from his apprentice. His hands
ran up his lover's thighs to grasp the moving hips and help
them follow the rhythm he wanted.
Obi-Wan carded his fingers through his Master's hair allowing
the change in pace. He really didn't care as long as his Master
didn't stop.
Qui-Gon let the saliva-slick cock ease out of his mouth until
only the tip remained inside. He nibbled and licked all around
the head enjoying the tortured gasps above him.
"Maaaasssttteeeerrrr," Obi-Wan moaned. "Please."
//Please what, my Obi//
"Don't (gasp) don't-more, I need-please!"
Qui-Gon chuckled inwardly. He considered rendering Obi-Wan
incapable of speaking a coherent sentence one of the greatest
accolades of his life. He opened his throat once more and
sucked hard.
Obi-Wan gave a choked scream and flooded his Master's mouth
with his thick hot come.
The Master caught his pupil as Obi-Wan's legs gave out. He
maneuvered the sated body across his own allowing his erection
to rub up between the cheeks of Obi-Wan's ass.
After a minute or two, Obi-Wan leaned back and smiled at his
lover. "And what would you like, Master mine?"
"Ride me," Qui-Gon rasped. His fingers dug into the slim hips
pulling Obi-Wan close.
Obi-Wan took one of his Master's hands and slid two fingers
into his mouth. He sucked and licked until the fingers nice and
wet. Then, he moaned happily as the fingers gently opened his
body and stroked inside.
"Enough," Obi-Wan decided and raised up on his knees to give
his Master clear access.
This time they moaned together as Qui-Gon's penis slowly
penetrated the tight little opening. Once Obi-Wan sat fully
impaled on his Master, he gave a wicked grin.
"My ride, Master."
Obi-Wan rose then fell hard, over and over. His erection
returned and rubbed against his Master's outer tunic leaving a
damp trail on the cloth. His hot breath skittered across his
lover's ear unevenly.
Qui-Gon bit his lover's neck right over the pulse point and
laughed joyfully when Obi-Wan jerked.
"Not yet," his Padawan hissed.
"Now, my Obi," Qui-Gon disagreed.
He thrust up repeatedly, pulling the hips down to meet him
halfway.
Unable to hold on, Obi-Wan buried his face into his lover's
neck and muffled his scream of pleasure.
Qui-Gon smiled as he gripped the willing body tightly and found
his release.
The door to Obi-Wan's room slammed open to reveal an aroused
and peeved Jedi Master.
"Obi-Wan!"
The younger man didn't stop stroking himself as he answered,
"Yes, Master."
"You opened our link, while I was meeting with the Council."
"Yes, Master. I thought it might be a good test of your
self-control."
"Really, Padawan?" Qui-Gon commented dryly, amused in spite of
himself. "My self-control is just fine, Obi-Wan. As any member
of the Council can attest. You just wanted to tease me."
Obi-Wan smiled. "Well, maybe just a little."
"Padawan." The silky tone of Qui-Gon's voice made Obi-Wan very
uneasy.
"Yes, Master?"
Obi-Wan watched as his Master removed his clothes rather
hurriedly and stalked to the bed.
"Payback is a bitch."
Obi-Wan had time for just one more 'yes, Master' before Qui-Gon
pounced.
Fin.
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