Distractions

by Angelica ( lilithschilde@roadrunner.com )

Pairing: Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon

Archive: Yes to m_a

Category: Qui/Obi, PWP

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None.

Summary: Qui-Gon is injured and Obi-Wan has to be a bit creative in trying to help.

Feedback: Any and all. It makes me a happy camper.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars, you don't own...George? Is that you? Nope, didn't think so. You don't own Star Wars either, unless you live on Skywalker ranch and have your own firedepartment with the Falcon on the side.

Notes: This is the PWP that constitutes my trials. The story has to be PWP and it has to be hot. I did what I could, and I hope it's enough. Let me and my Master know? Please? :o)

Oh yeah...and this is dedicated to Master Ruth, who posted a challenge a while back and never got a response. Consider this my way of killing two mynochs with one stone. The answer to your challenge, m'lady.

"But Master, the Healers told you that you had to stay awake all night."

Qui-Gon sighed heavily and ran a hand over his face. "I understand that, but I don't think they took into consideration that I am perfectly fine and am very tired." The larger man sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his boots, breathing a sigh of relief as each hit the floor with a thump.

"You know quite well that you can't sleep after a head injury, no matter how well you think you are. If you hadn't bullied the healers into letting you go, you'd still be in the healer's ward right now."

"Bullied?" Qui-Gon looked up at his Padawan, raising an eyebrow mockingly. "I never *bullied* the healers. I simply suggested that it might be in their best interests to let me return to our quarters. There's nothing *bullying* in that, is there?"

"There is when you glare at them in a way that screams 'I'll make you regret it if you keep me here'. You know quite well that you can be very intimidating when you want to be."

Obi-Wan swatted at his Master's hands as they attempted to untie his tunics. "Will you stop taking off your clothes? I'm not letting you sleep."

Qui-Gon stopped, nearly rolling his eyes in frustration. "And what do you plan on doing to stop me, my Obi-Wan? Tie me down to the bed and force feed stimulants into me?"

There was a long pause, neither man doing more than staring at the other. Then Obi-Wan took a step forward. "Better idea."

Qui-Gon's throat constricted and he felt his mouth go dry at the predatory gleam in his lover's eyes. "What's that?"

"Diversionary naughtiness."

"Obi-Wan?"

"Diversionary naughtiness. It's where I keep your mind on something else, typically by doing something very naughty."

"I think I understand the concept, Padawan. And how do you plan on carrying out this distraction?"

Another step forward, and Obi-Wan was standing between his Master's long legs.

"Well, first I thought we'd start with this..." His words trailed off to a whisper as he leaned down and ran the tip of his tongue along the rim of Qui-Gon 's ear. The shudder that passed through the older man delighted Obi-Wan. Nipping the lobe with his teeth, he then lathed his tongue down the side of his Master's neck. The coarse hairs around Qui-Gon's beard burning his lips and making him moan.

"Obi-Wan..." The Jedi Master's control began to weaken at the young man's ministrations.

"Yes, Master?" Obi-Wan pulled back, a playful smile on his face.

"It's going to take more than that to distract me from my well-earned sleep."

"Hmm, I see. I should have known that a Master such as yourself would never be so easily swayed. What about..." Obi-Wan slid his hand up the front of his Master's tunics, ever so slowly, enjoying the feel of the hard, firm muscles beneath his fingers. " I love the feel of you, Qui-Gon. Have I ever told you how erotic I find your chest to be?"

"I...I don't think so," Qui-Gon managed to force out.

"Oh, yes. It holds so much for me. It has your nipples, so dark and inviting; they practically scream to be touched." One of the Padawan's fingers ran faintly over a said nipple, causing it to instantly harden. Qui-Gon moaned again.

"And they're so very sensitive too. I love that; the way they perk up at even the barest of touches. I love to see you writhe beneath me, needing me to do more, to touch them and tweak them. Is that what you want Qui-Gon?"

"Yes. Force, yes Obi-Wan."

The younger man smiled mischievously, and ran his other hand up his Master's chest, pinching the unattended nipple hard. Qui-Gon's head was thrown back, his eyes closed tight. Not able to resist the temptation in front of him, Obi-Wan leaned in and kissed the hollow of the older man's throat. He could feel Qui-Gon's gasp for air at the additional contact.

"Easy, love. I'm far from done with you," Obi-Wan whispered against his lover's skin.

"Have you ever been told it's not nice to tease a Master?"

Obi-Wan simply smiled and kissed his way up, his lips never leaving his Master's flesh. When finally he reached the older man's mouth he stopped and met his lover's gaze. "I think I have been told that before, yes." Licking his swollen lips, he leaned forward and kissed Qui-Gon lightly, then drew back. "But I've been taught to be mindful of the moment, and to decided what is best in each circumstance." He kissed him again, harder this time, then tilted his head to the side and ran his tongue over his lover's lips. They opened for him, as he knew they would, giving him just enough room to enter and find his Master's tongue inside, waiting. He touched the two together gently, then more insistently until he felt Qui-Gon's hips move in time with his tongue.

"Qui-Gon..." Obi-Wan moaned as he pulled back for air. His Master's eyes were shut, and he placed a light kiss on each lid and watched them flutter open.

"You're a tease," Qui-Gon whispered.

"Teases don't follow through." Obi-Wan's hand began moving again, out of the tunic, touching every inch of flesh they could find along the way. Then the tunics parted and Obi-Wan kissed Qui-Gon one last time before moving down and bathing his Master's chest with his tongue, making small circular movements when he encountered each nipple. He felt Qui-Gon shudder again as he used a slight bit of the Force to move the cold air of the room over one hard nub as he attended to the other.

Qui-Gon's hands moved to caress his sides, then lower to take hold of his hips. He could feel his Master's erection pressing against him, even through the layers of fabric that confined the both of them. Moving his own hands lower, he slipped a finger into Qui-Gon's waistband. He got the reaction he was looking for, as his Master lifted his hips slightly, supporting both their weights. Obi-Wan smiled and raised his head to kiss his considerate Master again. This time when their lips met, Qui-Gon took control, moving his tongue roughly against Obi-Wan's, back and forth, mimicking the action his body wanted to make so badly.

Obi-Wan slid both of his hands down into his Master's pants and hooked his thumbs on the material as he went. The lower his hands, the lower the material, until he saw his lover's erection free itself from it's confines. The tip was wet and engorged with blood, and drew Obi-Wan's finger's like a moth to a flame. He ghosted a finger across the top and heard his Master hiss.

"I've always been fascinated with how hard you get, Qui-Gon. It's like a hot, throbbing rod of steel. And all I can think of when I see it is that it's mine, and that I want to feel it inside of me."

"Yes, Obi-Wan, yours."

His Master was panting now, trying to catch his breath. "Shhhh, my love. I'm not even undressed yet."

He felt it first, the stirrings of the Force around him, then he felt the fibers of his clothing loosening and rip apart.

"Master!"

Soon there was nothing left but his boots; the remnants of his tunics and pants laid scattered around their bedroom. As flesh met flesh they both gasped, and Obi-Wan felt his Master's hands tighten their grasp. He'd have bruises in the morning, but it was worth it.

With Qui-Gon sitting on the bed again, Obi-Wan pulled himself up his Master's body a bit, his own erection leaving a trail of wetness on the man's stomach. He kissed him one more time, and then moved down, impaling himself on his lover's erection. The ache ripped a moan from him, but soon he slid home and wrapped his legs around Qui-Gon's body.

"So tight, my Obi-Wan. Force you feel..."

"Mmmm..." Obi-Wan ran his hands through his Master's hair, his finger massaging the scalp a bit as he went. He felt Qui-Gon move inside him and smiled wickedly. He lifted his hips up until Qui-Gon almost slipped free, then slammed back down. Qui-Gon kissed him then, and Obi-Wan knew he wouldn't last much longer. He was quickly losing control; of his body and of the situation.

Qui-Gon began thrusting, in and out, setting an easy rhythm. With every movement, a spark ignited deep in his groin, and when he felt one of his Master's hands reach between them and wrap around his throbbing erection he nearly screamed. He moved his hands to each side of Qui-Gon's head and kissed him, and that touch was enough. He felt the sudden tightening, and then cried out into his Master's mouth as his climax overtook him, his hot seed spilling out over Qui-Gon's chest. He felt the responding heat deep inside him as his lover shuddered his own release, and watched Qui-Gon's face relax as the ecstasy washed over him.

When he opened his eyes again, he knew it was several minutes later. He and Qui-Gon were sprawled on top of the bed, his Master's legging's down around his knees. He grinned and moved down to remove them, laughing at the piles of what was left of his own clothes. Stopping to pull off his boots, Obi-Wan glanced at the chrono on the dresser.

"Qui-Gon, do you know what time it is?"

"Mmm? No idea. Why?"

"It's tenth hour, a little past twenty-four hours since we arrived back on Coruscant."

"That's nice. Come to bed, love."

Obi-Wan smiled and crawled across the bed. "Master..." he whispered playfully in his lover's ear.

"Hmm?"

"That means your waiting period is over. You can go to sleep now."

Qui-Gon pried his eyes open to look up at his young lover. "Thank you, my Obi-Wan. Now lay down and sleep."

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied as he crawled under the sheets.

"I love you, my Obi-Wan. Thank you for the distraction."

"I love you too, Qui-Gon. And you're more than welcome."