Summary: Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and sex, with a touch of humour
thrown in.
Notes: This has been cooking in my brain since michelle threw
out the notion that she wanted to see a fic using the words "I
do not want to die a virgin". Lots of smut, little to no plot,
the only redeeming features of this fic belong to Qui-Gon and
Obi-Wan...
"I do not want to die a virgin." Obi-Wan's voice rang out
clearly in the training hall.
"And that line works?"
"Of course it does."
"That's bantha poodoo!"
"It's my fantasy."
"You could just tell him."
"Oh yeah, sure and then he's going to say wonderful and screw
his 16 year old padawan into next week. Not going to happen."
"Why not -as you said, it's your fantasy."
"Shush and let him finish."
"Well, now I can't remember where I was..."
"Mission to hostile planet, you and Master Jinn taken prisoner
to be executed at dawn, and you say..."
"Right. I say 'I don't want to die a virgin'. And he says 'Oh,
Obi-Wan my love, let me show you how much I love you."
"I was right the first time -this is bantha poodoo."
"Hush. Keep going Obi-Wan."
"Forget it, I've lost the mood. Besides, Danik is right -it's
bantha poodoo."
"No it's not -it's sweet."
Obi-Wan winced at Bant's words and Trake-Tul broke into peals
of laughter.
"Sweet! Hey Obi-Wan -sweeeeee-tie."
"Ha, ha." Obi-Wan managed somewhat sarcastically, shielding how
much it hurt to have his adolescent fantasies mocked. He should
never have agreed to this game, but he was so rarely in the
Temple these days, had so little in common with his agemates.
He just wanted to fit in. He should have known better than to
share his fantasy of making love with his Master after Danik,
who had gone first in this game, had told of being tied
spread-eagle in the middle of the dinning hall and licked by
all who passed. The final course, he'd said, with a wicked
laugh.
"Don't listen to them, Obi-Wan," Bant said quietly. Obi-Wan
looked down into eyes that gazed earnestly up at him. "It was
sweet. You are sweet and that may make them laugh, but
it's going to make your future lovers very happy."
"I rather think Master Jinn would be more likely to react the
same way as they have."
"Somehow, I doubt that, Obi-Wan. One day you will see that I am
right."
One day -some years later.
"I do not want to die a virgin!" Obi-Wan listened with horror
as the words came out of his mouth. This whole mission had been
a nightmare built out of his fantasies. Nothing had gone right
from the moment they had landed on this Force-forsaken planet
and now they found themselves tossed carelessly in a cave lined
with force-inhibiting lithite waiting for their execution. His
Master gave him a look of surprise.
"You are still a virgin, Obi-Wan?"
"Well. No, actually," Obi-Wan admitted.
"Then why would you say it?"
"It's a long story," said Obi-Wan, shaking his head and
prowling around their prison once again, testing the strength
and depth of the lithite, trying to find a place where it was
less concentrated.
"I'm not going anywhere." His Master folded his arms across his
chest, sitting calmly with his back against the wall. "And I
seem to be fresh out of holovids and books."
"It's silly, really," Obi-Wan began, with a shrug, making one
last circuit of the dim cave before coming to a stop next to
his Master. He slid to the floor and pursed his lips before
beginning.
"When I was young-" the sound of Qui-Gon clearing his throat
interrupted Obi-Wan and after a quick glance at his Master, he
continued, "younger, then." Qui-Gon nodded his approval. "When
I was younger I used to fantasise that we would be sent on a
mission to a hostile planet and be taken prisoners -to be
executed at dawn." Qui-Gon started and Obi-Wan nodded at him.
"Yes, and you can only see the surface similarities. I used to
imagine this setting down to the small vein of amethyst that
ran through the cave wall." Obi-Wan pointed to a coloured patch
next to his Master's head. "So I figured that maybe if I just
played it out, we would get out of this alive."
"Not a bad idea, Padawan," Qui-Gon said quietly. "So what would
happen after you declared your desire not to die as a virgin?"
Obi-Wan blushed.
"You would say 'Oh, Obi-Wan my love, let me show you how much I
love you.' And then we would make love."
"Well I don't see why we can't give it a try."
"What?"
"I can't think of a better plan -and I can think of much worse
ways to spend my last hours."
"Oh." Obi-Wan tried not to sound too shocked, but one of his
earliest fantasies seemed to be coming true. He decided that,
should he survive this, he would inform Bant in no uncertain
terms that this particular fantasy was anything but sweet.
Should he survive it. He stared at his Master for several
moments, blinking owlishly. It was Qui-Gon who finally broke
the silence.
"How does this usually start?"
"Start? Oh. Oh! You mean...the making love. Well see, it was
always different, except that I was always the..."
"Virgin" prompted Qui-Gon.
"Yes. And you were always the..."
"Non-virgin."
"Yes."
"So you'd like me to start?"
"Well, yes. If we are to follow the...fantasy as closely as
possible."
"Were we always rescued at the end of this little fantasy of
yours?"
"Well, almost always."
Both of Qui-Gon's eyebrows shot up at this.
"You remember that period when puberty was at its worst? When I
grew up by a foot in two months and couldn't even swing my
saber without almost cutting off my own arm until the rest of
me caught up to the extra height? When I was all arms and legs
and tripping over both, especially when I most wanted to
impress?"
"Indeed I do."
"I was miserable."
"Yes, I know," Qui-Gon said somewhat dryly. Obi-Wan gave him a
rueful grin.
"Well during that time we usually didn't make it out of the
cave alive."
"I see. Well, let us hope that we find ourselves in the happier
version."
"Yes, Master."
"What did we usually do in these fantasies of yours? Just so I
know how to proceed."
"Well, it wasn't always the same, but you always made me climax
three or four times and then we would fall into exhausted
slumber."
"I should think we'd be exhausted -three or four times? You
certainly have a high opinion of me."
"Once it was as many as six."
Qui-Gon just started at him a moment and then laughed.
"Obi-Wan, if we came six times, we would hardly need outside
influences to kill us. I fear we would already be dead. Still,
it would be a much preferable way of dying when compared
with...well whatever it is that our 'hosts' have planned for
us."
Obi-Wan shifted until he was kneeling right next to his Master.
Taking a deep breath, he let go of the fact that this was
reality and not a dream.
"I do not want to die a virgin." He spoke earnestly, letting
what remained unspoken colour his words -that he did not want
to die a virgin to his Master's touch. Large hands came up to
cup his face, holding him still as sharp blue eyes stared
deeply into his own and Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon had heard the
unspoken words. When the older man spoke, his voice was low.
"Oh, my Obi-Wan, my own one. Let me show you. Let me love you."
It wasn't the exact quote, but that only made it more real and
Obi-Wan held his breath as Qui-Gon's face slowly moved towards
his. Then Qui-Gon was kissing him, mouth pressed against
Obi-Wan's, tongue pushing between his lips and stealing his
breath. Qui-Gon's hands were still holding his face and Obi-Wan
felt surrounded by the bigger man -Qui-Gon was in and around
him; holding him, tasting him, making butterflies dance in his
stomach and his cock swell.
Obi-Wan moaned into Qui-Gon's mouth and swayed towards him. One
of Qui-Gon's hands left his face to wrap around his back,
pulling Obi-Wan across his legs. He held Obi-Wan's head against
his chest with one hand, his mouth opening further, pressing
until Obi-Wan's mouth widened beneath his. Obi-Wan felt as
though he were being devoured and moaned again into his
Master's mouth.
One of Qui-Gon's hands loosened Obi-Wan's belt and sash and
slipped inside his tunics, running up and down his chest before
sliding teasingly along the waistband of his leggings. Obi-Wan
groaned, hips arching awkwardly out of Qui-Gon's lap in
invitation. Qui-Gon never stopped kissing him, plundering
Obi-Wan's mouth as his hand pushed the leggings apart and
wrapped around his erection.
Qui-Gon pumped his organ with sure skill and Obi-Wan could feel
his climax approaching quickly. He tore his mouth from his
Master's.
"No! Wait. It's too fast."
"Shhhh," whispered Qui-Gon into his ear as he continued to pump
Obi-Wan's hardness, his hand tightening as he sped the
movement. "Six might be a bit past even your capacity, my
lovely Obi-Wan, but I'm pretty sure we can manage at least the
three."
"OH!" Obi-Wan cried out as his orgasm hit him, warm liquid
spurting with rapid pulses from his cock. Obi-Wan pressed his
face into Qui-Gon's neck as the big hand continued to move,
more gently now, coaxing the little aftershocks of pleasure
from him.
He lolled his head back, supported by Qui-Gon's arm and gazed
up at his Master.
"That was..."
"Just the beginning."
Obi-Wan's eyes widened and he murmured throatily "yes, Master"
as Qui-Gon's head came down and his mouth was taken in another
deep kiss. This one was more gentle -a playful exploration of
his mouth.
Qui-Gon pulled back and brought his hand up to his own mouth,
sucking Obi-Wan's come from it and Obi-Wan's breath caught in
his lungs, his cock hardening again at the sight. Then Qui-Gon
kissed him again, slowly sweeping his tongue along Obi-Wan's,
letting him taste himself in his Master's mouth.
Qui-Gon pulled away again, his gaze roaming over Obi-Wan's
form. He looked back up at the young man, a twinkle in his
eyes.
"You look quite debauched, my dear Padawan."
Looking down at himself, Obi-Wan could only agree. Though he
lay across his Master's legs, both of them were still fully
clothed. Obi-Wan's tunics had been pulled slightly apart and
his leggings hung open. The barest hint of the darker skin of
his aureole showed at the edge of the tunic and, further down,
his newly erect cock eschewed the confines of his leggings,
lifting towards his belly in a demanding curve.
"Whereas you look as cool as ever."
"Looks can be deceiving," replied his Master, pressing his hips
up into Obi-Wan's behind.
"Oh," gasped Obi-Wan, pressing himself down against the hard
length in Qui-Gon's lap. Their lips met again with shared
hunger. This time it was Obi-Wan who pushed his tongue in
Qui-Gon's mouth, licking and tasting the man. He wrapped his
hands in Qui-Gon's hair, threading his fingers through it.
Pulling away, Obi-Wan rubbed his cheeks against Qui-Gon's
beard, enjoying the slightly scratchy sensation. He slipped his
teeth around an earlobe, gnawing lightly on the tender flesh
and Qui-Gon rewarded him with a growl.
Manoeuvring his robe off without pushing Obi-Wan away, Qui-Gon
threw the thick garment on the floor and tried to spread it out
with the Force to make them a blanket. The room seemed to glow
for a moment as the lithite absorbed the Force. Qui-Gon
chuckled ruefully.
"In the heat of the moment I had forgotten about that. It looks
like we'll have to do this like normal people. However shall I
impress you without the Force at my command?"
Obi-Wan wriggled on the lengthy shaft against his ass.
"Somehow I think you'll managed," he purred, still wriggling.
"Don't" said Qui-Gon, hands grabbing Obi-Wan's hips to still
their motion. "Or this will be over before it even begins."
"But I've already-"
"Yes, and you're ready again so quickly. I am not as young as
you, my Obi-Wan."
"Is that a challenge?" asked Obi-Wan, struggling against the
hands that attempted to hold him in place. Qui-Gon groaned
finally and began to guide the hips as they moved against him.
Obi-Wan shifted, pulling himself up and moving to straddle the
bigger man. "Because that definitely sounded like a challenge,"
he whispered against Qui-Gon's ear.
Insinuating a hand between their bodies, Obi-Wan pulled at
Qui-Gon's belt until it came apart, He pushed open Qui-Gon's
tunics and shrugged his own further apart so that their flesh
could meet, hissing in pleasure as it did. Letting his hand
push past Qui-Gon's waistband, he gently grasped the large
cock, moaning as it seemed longer and fatter in his hand than
it had against his ass.
Obi-Wan let his hand slide along the velvety length and then
freed Qui-Gon's erection from his leggings. Rolling his hips to
press his own erection to Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan began to press wet
kisses over Qui-Gon's face. He kissed lips and nose and cheeks
and beard before nuzzling into Qui-Gon's neck. Holding tightly
to his Master's shoulders he shifted rhythmically, dragging
their bodies together -chests rubbing together and cocks
sliding against each other. Qui-Gon's hands slid beneath the
waistband of Obi-Wan's pants to grip his buttocks.
Obi-Wan squeezed his legs around Qui-Gon's body, the warmth of
the older man's body pressing through his clothes. Obi-Wan
could feel Qui-Gon's hands tightening on his behind, fingers
bruising and Qui-Gon was coming, liquid spreading between their
bellies. The hot pulses triggered Obi-Wan's second orgasm and
he pressed his body tightly against Qui-Gon's.
They kissed leisurely and at great length until the mess
between them grew cold and sticky enough to be irritating.
Obi-Wan rolled off his Master and they stood. Picking up his
sash, Qui-Gon gently wiped them clean, first Obi-Wan's belly
and then his own. His cock had begun to harden again as he
tended to the younger man and it hung teasingly out of his
leggings.
"See, not so old after all," murmured Obi-Wan as he cupped
Qui-Gon's balls, taking the hardening organ in his other hand
and caressing gently. They kissed again and then Obi-Wan
dropped to his knees in front of Qui-Gon, fingers smoothing
over hips as his tongue began to lap at the tip of Qui-Gon's
cock. Qui-Gon made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a
whimper when Obi-Wan's mouth closed over his cock and the young
man began to suck vigorously. Pulling back, Obi-Wan looked up
at his Master, slowly licking his lips, making a show of
enjoying the taste.
"Make love to me." A trick of location caused Obi-Wan's voice
to echo throughout the cave, the words repeated again and again
and again.
A groan was his answer, low and guttural and Obi-Wan found
himself pushed back onto his ass. He watched with hungry eyes
as Qui-Gon first spread out his robe and then stripped off his
own clothing with quick efficiency. Obi-Wan gulped as Qui-Gon
came to him and pulled his clothing from his body with far more
abandon. Qui-Gon pulled him up and then pushed him over to the
robe-blanket. Obi-Wan dropped to the ground on his stomach,
cradling his head on his arms, knees splayed wide in blatant
invitation.
"My Obi-Wan," breathed Qui-Gon, dropping to his knees behind
the younger man. Large hands ran over his back, playing with
his spine and running teasing fingers over Obi-Wan's buttocks.
"Are you sure? I haven't anything to-"
"It doesn't matter," Obi-Wan insisted, pressing his hips back
and shivering as Qui-Gon's heavy erection nudged against his
crack. "Please. I don't want to die without knowing your touch
within me, without being filled by you. Please. Please.
Please."
A hand covered his mouth, silencing his pleas and then two
insistent fingers pushed into his mouth and Obi-Wan sucked on
them, licking and chewing softly on them until they were
thoroughly wet from his saliva. Obi-Wan gasped and tremors
rocked his body as first one and then the second finger were
pushed into him, loosening him, preparing him for his lover's
bulk.
Obi-Wan groaned in complaint when Qui-Gon's fingers were
withdrawn, his protest becoming more vocal when the other man's
warmth was removed from behind him. Understanding dawned as
Qui-Gon appeared, kneeling in front of him and Obi-Wan eagerly
took the erection into his mouth, sucking and licking.
Qui-Gon withdrew and returned to his position behind Obi-Wan.
The young man gasped as his erection was taken, the tip
squeezed vigorously as drops of pre-cum were collected and
spread at his opening. Obi-Wan bucked madly against the
pressing fingers.
Qui-Gon leaned over, his chest pressed tightly along Obi-Wan's
back and he spoke softly against Obi-Wan's neck.
"Now." The single word was both a question and a demand and
Obi-Wan's reply answer and counter-demand.
"Yes," cried out Obi-Wan, pushing back as Qui-Gon began to
penetrate him. Qui-Gon slid into him in one long slow stroke
and then remained still while Obi-Wan panted, flesh getting
used to the bulk of his Master, the brief pain of stretching
fading quickly under the pleasure of being filled by this man.
He pushed back slightly and Qui-Gon took his hint, pulling out
and sliding back in again in two long, slow motions that had
Obi-Wan moaning in delight.
Qui-Gon kept the pace slow and steady until Obi-Wan was
writhing and sobbing beneath him, begging to be touched,
begging to be ridden harder and faster and, finally, just
begging. When Qui-Gon's thrusts became frantic he reached
around and took Obi-Wan's erection into his hands, and both men
exploded, coming together -crashing against each other.
Qui-Gon gently withdrew and rolled to his side, taking Obi-Wan
into his arms. They lay, wrapped in each other as their
breathing slowly returned to normal.
"Well, that wasn't quite the six," ventured Qui-Gon, sounding
happy and vaguely amused.
"Perhaps not," agreed Obi-Wan, "but I will die a happy man."
"It still may not come to that, my only one. What happened in
your fantasies after we made love?"
"We slept."
"I think I can manage that." Qui-Gon's chuckle rumbled beneath
Obi-Wan's ear and he echoed it, wrapping himself tighter within
his Master's embrace.
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