Series: no
Archive: Master And Apprentice, QJEB, Padder's Messy Room
Spoilers: none
Category: PWP, Angst(?)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Not this time <eg>
Feedback: Much appreciated, and will definitely encourage
me:)
Summary: Naughty Obi-Wan!
Disclaimer: Owned by George Lucas, blah blah, no money made,
blah, blah, promise to put them back after a bad night's
rest.
Notes: This would never have happened without Boots, who sent
me the first few paragraphs and let me run amok with this
particular plot bunny. She also beta'd it, but I think she does
it just so she gets a first peek at what I do:) THANK YOU
BOOTS!
"Obi-Wan Kenobi, here for detention, Mr. Jinn," a cultured
young voice called from the door of the classroom.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi?" the teacher dusted the chalk off his hands
and turned to bestow a curious glance on the young man walking
in.
Obi-Wan shrugged with a grin and returned the long stare in
kind. 'So this was Qui-Gon Jinn,' Obi-Wan remembered that this
was the teacher every humanoid student had a crush on at one
time or another, so he studied the man. 'He's far too tall for
my taste, and too serious looking,' Obi-Wan decided, 'Although
those blue eyes, mmmmmm, I could get to like those blue eyes.'
Casually, Obi-Wan swaggered to a desk at the center front of
the room and plopped down, crossing his legs.
Qui-Gon drew in a deep breath at the view and cleared his
throat as he blushed. "Do you know why you were sent here,
young man?"
"'aven't the the faintest idea," Obi-Wan grinned cheekily as he
brushed his girl's uniform skirt and loosened the small light
blue scarf that hung about his neck. Qui-Gon's gaze lingered on
the slim, nimble fingers as the boy untied the scarf.
'Definitely a troublemaker' the older man thought, then turned
to sit at his desk. 'But I must admit, he's got a great body to
pull off wearing that short skirt.'
"You are here because you started a protest, young man. I
understand that sometimes the school's uniform policy can be
harsh for our young students" he stared as Obi-Wan removed his
scarf and begin toying with the long blue piece of silk. 'Gods,
that boy is getting to me!' Stifling a groan, Qui-Gon continued
his lecture. "But staging a protest where a hundred boys wear
girls' uniforms for a week is definitely grounds for
punishment." He tried his best to look stern, but that boy was
affecting him! Auburn hair that barely reached his shoulders,
and mischievous hazel eyes. How could he remain strict when
that boy just briefly moistened his lips by running his slick
tongue across them? Yet he continued, "and I would certainly
expect better conduct of a senior class member."
In response, the impertinent boy simply uncrossed his legs.
Qui-Gon started when he saw the boy was even wearing blue silk
underwear that matched the outfit. Unconsciously, Qui-Gon
licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling dry.
"Perhaps I need a little disciplining, Mr. Jinn" Obi-Wan said,
his eyebrows raised. Qui-Gon sighed and thought to himself what
a wonderful package to wrap such a brat in.
"Yes, I see that you do" he answered, unable to keep a smile
from showing at the young man's brazen behavior. Amused eyes
watched Obi-Wan as the boy got up from his desk and sauntered
up to him boldly. Qui-Gon found himself enjoying the young
man's light flirting, but perhaps it was time to take control
of this situation.
"And," Obi-Wan reached up and released Qui-Gon's hair from the
ponytail the man sported. Long, silvery brown hair cascaded
attractively around the man's strong features. "What do you
have in mind for my punishment, Mr. Jinn?" Obi-Wan wasn't
planning on touching Qui-Gon anymore than that taunting, but he
couldn't help running his hand through the soft long hair. He
was glad to see the teacher wasn't unaffected, as Qui-Gon's
breathing was becoming harsh.
"I'm thinking a good tongue-lashing will be suitable" Qui-Gon
said, his gaze hopeful as he looked at Obi-Wan. The hand that
was playing with his hair suddenly stopped. Had he gone too
far? All doubts of the young man's interest were scattered when
Obi-Wan leered at him and smiled lasciviously.
"I was hoping you would say that" Obi-Wan leaned over Qui-Gon's
desk and then touched their lips together for a brief kiss. The
moment the young man's lips pressed to his, Qui-Gon questioned
his sanity. What the hell was he doing, kissing this beautiful
young man? In his own classroom, no less! Still, the heat
coiling in his groin made a wonderful argument towards bending
the young man over his desk and taking him roughly. He tickled
the young man's lip with his tongue and was rewarded when the
young man opened his mouth. Once granted entry, Qui-Gon plunged
his tongue into Obi-Wan's mouth, fully tasting his new lover.
Obi-Wan groaned softly as Qui-Gon explored his hot, sweet
mouth. That groan caused all the hesitation in Qui-Gon to flee,
for he stood up quickly, sending his chair backwards to crash
loudly on the floor. Desire flamed in Qui-Gon's eyes as he
grasped Obi-Wan in a strong embrace, and deepened their
passionate kiss.
'Well, this is a surprise!' Obi-Wan thought as he ran his
tongue along the older mans'. 'I never thought the old man
would be interested!' Parting his legs, he moved up to the very
edge of the desk and wrapped his legs around the man's thighs.
With both hands on Qui-Gon's broad shoulders, Obi-Wan began
tugging away at the man's jacket, trying to remove the garment.
Qui-Gon broke away from the young man's embrace so he could
pull it off.
"The shirt, take that off too" Obi-Wan whispered, and Qui-Gon
smiled at him as he unfastened the buttons from his shirt, his
gaze never leaving sultry hazel eyes. "These panties are
getting tight" the young man said as his arousal grew painful,
then hopped off the table. Qui-Gon finished removing his shirt,
then grabbed Obi-Wan, large hands cupping his ass, running
along the silky material roughly.
"Very nice," his lover said as he pinched and fondled Obi-Wan's
buttocks through the silk. Obi-Wan whimpered as Qui-Gon leaned
down and began nibbling on his earlobe."But I think that your
skin underneath will be far better" Qui-Gon said as he reached
underneath Obi-Wan's undergarment and began pulling it off. As
Obi-Wan leaned against the side of the desk, Qui-Gon slid the
panties down his smooth, shaved legs. It was obvious to the
young man that Qui-Gon found his hairless legs very erotic.
Kisses were pressed against the silken flesh of his legs as
Qui-Gon slowly stood. He expected, no, wanted the man to claim
his mouth in another searing kiss, but saw that Qui-Gon was
watching him as he stood impatiently.
Qui-Gon gazed longingly at Obi-Wan, his eyes lingering at the
impressive erection that tented out the skirt. The dark pink
tip of Obi-Wan's penis just barely showed itself at the hem of
the uplifted skirt.
"Qui-Gon" he rattled the other man from his quiet state by
whispering his name. Blue eyes met his for a moment, then
Qui-Gon smiled softly.
"Do you have any idea, any at all, of how very beautiful you
are?" He said, making Obi-Wan chuckle.
"Yes" was the young man's answer as he walked slowly towards
his desk, where he had set down his book bag.
"At least you have no problems with vanity" Qui-Gon said, then
smiled at the man. Obi-Wan made certain that Qui-Gon was
watching when he bent over to pick it up. Placing it on his own
little desk, Obi-Wan reached into a pocket and pulled out a
small tube. Qui-Gon barked out a short laugh when he realized
that Obi-Wan was fully prepared for their experience.
"I understand you always take lubricant with you to school?"
"Yes, one must be prepared for all types of encounters" he
answered, eying the large erection that was hidden beneath
Qui-Gon's loose trousers. "And from what I see of you, it seems
we'll be needing this." At that remark, Qui-Gon blushed.
Obi-Wan walked back to the larger teacher's desk, sat upon it
and placed the lube beside him. "Unzip your pants, but don't
remove them. I want to see your cock" he demanded, and Qui-Gon
responded by following the request as quickly as possible.
Obi-Wan smiled at the sight of Qui-Gon's large phallus, then
licked his lips in anticipation. Staring at the man standing so
exposed in front of him, Obi-Wan appreciated the flushed
features of the man's face, his tan, broad chest lightly
covered in brown hair, his muscle-lined stomach. Every part of
the older man's body and face screamed for Obi-Wan to touch
him, taste him, fuck him.
"And you say that I'm beautiful" he whispered so low that
Qui-Gon could barely hear him.
"Come here, Qui-Gon" was all the young man said, and Qui-Gon
rushed to embrace him. A loud gasp escaped his lungs when
Qui-Gon crushed himself against him. Again and again the large
man reclaimed his mouth in a heated kiss, all the while
grinding his hips against Obi-Wan's. Their harsh breathing
echoed through the empty classroom. Qui-Gon kissed a path down
his chest, not bothering to remove Obi-Wan's shirt, but
capturing each of his nipples through the soft white fabric in
his mouth, biting them both. Obi-Wan grasped his head, and
tangled his hands in Qui-Gon's long, silken hair. Qui-Gon
lifted up the end of his skirt and feasted his eyes on what lay
beneath. Or, more likely, what stood beneath it. The young
man's hard shaft strained upwards from a nest of auburn curls.
The gleaming red tip of his cock had a small drop of white
fluid on it. Bending his head down, Qui-Gon touched the tip of
his tongue to the small opening, delicately tasting the bitter
fluid.
Obi-Wan gasped and shuddered "Yes, Qui-Gon, do it!" His hands
gripped Qui-Gon's head and tried to push him down onto his
heated erection. Yet Qui-Gon had other ideas and ignored
Obi-Wan's pleadings. His soft, wet tongue bathed Obi-Wan's
cock, traveling all around until the man cried out in
frustration. After one last teasing lick, Qui-Gon looked up at
his lover as he enveloped the young man's erection inside his
mouth. He was very aroused by Obi-Wan's harsh panting and
moaning. He could tell his lover was very close to orgasm, so
Qui-Gon concentrated on giving Obi-Wan as much pleasure as
possible. Giving one hard pull with his mouth, Qui-Gon was
rewarded with Obi-Wan's screaming climax. Bitter, salty fluid
flooded his mouth and he was hard-pressed not to climax
himself. He continued bathing the softening member with his
tongue as he felt the young man relax and fall back onto the
desk softly.
Obi-Wan stirred from his languid pose on top of the desk. "That
was amazing...now where on Coruscant did you learn to do that?"
He asked as he sat up. Knowing an answer wasn't needed, Qui-Gon
drew himself up towards Obi-Wan and kissed his lover on the
lips fully. The young man delved into Qui-Gon's mouth with his
tongue, his arousal not slaked completely from his first
orgasm. Obi-Wan felt his cock twitch in response to tasting his
pleasure in Qui-Gon's hot mouth. A moan escaped his lips as he
wrapped his arms and legs around Qui-Gon's body. Qui-Gon pushed
his large erection against the young man, making him gasp.
Ending the kiss, Obi-Wan whispered urgently into Qui-Gon's ear,
"I want you...want you inside me, Qui-Gon!" In reply, he heard
Qui-Gon's hand fumble for the lubricant. Qui-Gon found the
tube, opened it and poured a small amount onto his fingers
while Obi-Wan watched. As trembling fingers pressed against the
tight opening to his body, Qui-Gon looked deeply into Obi-Wan's
eyes. The young man smiled widely and nodded, parting his lean
legs farther apart. Obi-Wan groaned loudly when the first
lube-coated finger entered his body. When a second finger
invaded him, Obi-Wan squirmed as he tried to get Qui-Gon to
scrape a finger against his prostate gland. He held on tightly
to Qui-Gon's shoulders as the older man continued to stretch
and relax the tight muscle. One of Qui-Gon's fingers brushed
ever so lightly against his prostrate, and Obi-Wan yelped and
jumped at the explosion of pleasure.
Qui-Gon grinned at Obi-Wan's responsiveness, it caused a hot
flash of need to run through his body, and he gently removed
his fingers and began coating his throbbing erection with
lubricant. Obi-Wan's gaze poured over Qui-Gon like liquid fire
as he positioned himself at the entrance to his body. The young
man wrapped his legs around Qui-Gon's waist and pulled him
towards him. The instant Qui-Gon breached the first tight ring
of muscle, he gasped and shuddered from all the sensations. He
slowly eased himself into the bright young man's body, all the
while gazing into his eyes.
Slowly, Qui-Gon established a rhythm, thrusting into Obi-Wan
with deliberate care. "So tight, so good, Obi-Wan!" he panted.
"Yes, Qui-Gon! Harder!" Qui-Gon complied and began lunging into
the young man with wild abandon. The hands gripping his
shoulders urged him on as the desk underneath them both started
shuddering from the power of their lovemaking. Qui-Gon's large
hands encircled Obi-Wan's waist, burning the young man with the
heat of his passionate touch.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan was screaming and shaking with the force of
his second powerful climax. "Qui-Gon!" His white blouse and
blue skirt were soon covered with the sticky evidence of his
climax...
Qui-Gon awoke with a start. His apprentice was thrashing about
in the bed next to him, calling out his name. The room where
they had been forced to stay in for a week during the mission
was still quiet and dark. All was as it should be, there was no
problem that would require his padawan to cry out in alarm.
Blinking as he tried to adjust from the fuzziness of deep
slumber, he called his apprentice "Obi-Wan?"
As his eyesight adjusted to the shadowy depths of their room,
it became obvious that Obi-Wan was enthralled by a dream. Not a
nightmare as he originally thought, but an erotic dream. When
he touched upon their training bond, wild emotions...lust,
passion...filtered through Obi-Wan's mental shielding.
Retraining his focus on his padawan, he saw the young man
thrust up into the sheets. He felt his own cock grow hard at
the sight of his apprentice's uninhibited arousal. A low groan
escaped his throat before he could stop it. Force, his
apprentice was so erotic! It was difficult enough to have to
share a bed with him, but this was too much to ask, even of his
vaunted self-control. Qui-Gon reached down with a shaking hand
and wrapped it around himself. Yet he couldn't bring himself to
stroke away this maddening arousal. Meditation was certainly
not an option. The emotions that Qui-Gon couldn't quite deal
with stopped all thought of that. He rolled onto his side,
still watching Obi-Wan, still holding his pulsating cock in one
hand. It somehow felt wrong to the older man to masturbate at
the sight of Obi-Wan having a wet dream. So he lay there, very
still, and watched in silence.
"Qui-Gon! Ah!" Obi-Wan whimpered, staining the bedclothes with
his hot seed as his hips thrust up one last time. The strength
of his climax left him panting and sated. It wasn't often that
a wet dream would wake him, but sleep was now impossible for
him. He lay there, trying to calm his breathing, feeling his
ejaculate grow cool and sticky. Then he realized that he wasn't
alone. Now that his brain was finally starting to work, he
realized where he was. The planet was R'leth, the mission was
yet another negotiation/civil uprising. No room for both Jedi
to have separate quarters, his master in the inadequate bed
beside him. Oh, sith! Qui-Gon was obviously awake, Obi-Wan
could see how tense the man was from his body language. Was his
master angry at him? No, perhaps not, for he could feel an
arousal that rivaled his own along their bond. Damning his own
boldness, he rolled over to his side and faced his master. They
were barely inches from one another now.
"Qui-Gon, are you all right?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice barely a
whisper. Qui-Gon groaned in response. Harsh breathing from his
master was a rare thing, even after a tough workout, and
Obi-Wan found it incredibly erotic that he affected his master
this way.
"Qui-Gon?"
"Yes, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon replied in a rough, sexy whisper that
sent a shudder through Obi-Wan's body. He reached up to touch
his hand against the flat, broad chest of his master. The
beating of his master's heart fluttered underneath his
fingertips as Qui-Gon drew in a shaky breath.
"What-"Obi-Wan stuttered, not quite knowing how to ask his
master why he was so aroused. Hazel eyes drifted down to where
Qui-Gon's hand grasped his own large erection. Obi-Wan
swallowed hard at the sight his master made.
"It appears you weren't the only one affected by your dreaming"
his master whispered. Slowly, Qui-Gon removed his hand from his
aching cock and allowed Obi-Wan to gaze upon him. "I know how
awkward this makes you feel, Obi-Wan. I would never ask you
to-"
"Let me help you with that, Master" he smiled softly. "Even if
we can't be lovers right now, let me help you tonight."
Qui-Gon nodded in approval. He thought it was asking too much
of his young apprentice if he desired a lasting romantic
relationship. His padawan had just reached the age of consent
and was currently running about the temple grounds, tasting the
pleasures of his year mates, as Qui-Gon knew he should. But
this empathy for his feelings was far more than he had been
wishing for. It gave him hope that Qui-Gon's desire did not
horrify Obi-Wan, and that alone filled the older man with
happiness. Perhaps someday, sometime soon they would be
together, but for now Qui-Gon was happy with what Obi-Wan was
ready to give him. He gasped when cool hands grasped his
erection and began stroking in a steady rhythm.
"Aah, yes!" Qui-Gon panted roughly and thrust his hips forward,
seeking more of his padawan's touch. He couldn't remember the
last time a simple caress could feel so very good! Given his
state of arousal and his padawan's experienced touch, Qui-Gon
came with a choked whimper as his climax rushed over him like a
wildfire. The young man continued to stroke him gently until
his breathing quieted. Qui-Gon closed his eyes. Now that the
maddening rush of emotion had passed, he was quite embarrassed
by his loss of control. He was glad for Obi-Wan's trustworthy
nature or else he would have been even more horrified. The two
of them would need to talk in the morning, but for now he
couldn't even look into his padawan's face.
Qui-Gon sighed heavily as he felt his padawan pull away from
him. "Thank you" he murmured, then felt Obi-Wan's lips pressed
against the fevered skin of his cheek. The bed's mattress
lifted slightly as Obi-Wan left. The refresher lights turned
on, and he heard the sound of running water. He knew Obi-Wan
was in the fresher, washing his hands and body from their
mutual release. Then his padawan took his own pillow from the
bed and he knew what was going on. He was being kept at a
distance, one that would help both of them. A brief flash of
hurt swept through Qui-Gon's heart, he had hoped Obi-Wan would
stay with him, that they would continue, but it wasn't going to
happen, not tonight.
"I'll be sleeping on the couch, Master" he heard, wondering if
those words held more hurt than he wanted to hear, but not
quite wanting to deal with his own feelings yet.
"Goodnight, Obi-Wan" said just loudly enough so the young man
could hear. Qui-Gon didn't want his padawan to shut him out.
Losing their close friendship was his greatest fear, he wished
he had simply slept through the young man's erotic dream, but
it was his name, his name that Obi-Wan was calling as he came!
A single, breathless moment passed before he heard Obi-Wan's
reply.
"Goodnight, my Qui-Gon" Obi-Wan said softly, and it served as a
balm to his spirit. Relaxing back into the bed, Qui-Gon sighed
and slowly drifted off to sleep.
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