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Pairing: Q/O

Rating: NC-17

Notes: Massive Qui-sized thanks to Lea (or is that Lae? :) for setting this particular ball rolling. Or bouncing! Very much looking forward to the cream of PWPs coming together (uh, yes...) in this one series...

The first line of this one came to me in a dream.

Qui-Gon loved the precise moment his Padawan turned into a liquid. Whether it was the wriggling, bubbly joyfulness of their early play-fights, young lithe limbs literally splashing all over the place, or the graceful flow of the last kata in a long series, the fine compact body warmed and supple with the exertion, just on the cusp of weariness, exuding languid grace... but best of all he loved the thick glistening little puddle of joy that his Padawan would turn into after a heated bout of lovemaking, the scream from the young man's orgasm still ringing in Qui-Gon's ears. Bathing in that sticky pool of joy that was his Obi-Wan, immersing himself totally in the delicious heat of his lover until his own orgasm drowned him in a tide of sensation. That was what Qui-Gon lived for. Pure Living Force, these moments.

And Qui-Gon was half ashamed to admit how much he needed them, how much he lusted after his delicious young apprentice, the man who was only too glad to give him his all.

Only never quite frequently enough.

Of course it was mostly their schedule that was to blame for this – they were one of the most successful negotiating teams in the Order, and their reputation had spread throughout the regions they had visited, much to Qui-Gon's chagrin. Downtime was getting rarer, and their occasional tendays at Temple were usually taken up with their respective catching-up activities, Qui-Gon doing the Masterly bit and filing reports, exchanging opinions, requisitioning materials for the next mission while Obi-Wan kept up with the academic side of his apprenticeship, studying concentradedly and attempting to at least be seen and noticed in all the libraries lest anyone think Padawan Kenobi had been killed or married or even worse on one of his countless missions.

In short, Obi-Wan would usually either come home long after his Master had gone to sleep, or he would be too tired to whip up any enthusiasm for his horny old Master. He had even, much to his own blushing embarrassment in the morning, once fallen asleep at the receiving end of what Master Jinn liked to think of as one of his killer blowjobs.

But tonight, Obi-Wan would stay awake. Qui-Gon would see to that.

Materials had been requisitioned, Masters buttered up (among other objects of greasy lubrication) and keys procured. The only component part missing in the grand Master plan was currently fast asleep, curled under a loose sheet on his side of the big bed, snoring quietly. His Padawan braid straggly and snaking over his throat and chest, his hands relaxed, his lips parted just the tiniest bit, he was a feast for the little gods, and Qui-Gon had to remind himself he had other plans for tonight than to merely watch his sleepy Padawan. That said, it was midnight, but... let's say he will he pleased eventually, Qui-Gon thought with the sort of smugness only a long-standing Jedi Master can muster.

The blindfold was entirely gratuitous of course, but worth it purely for the sight of Obi-Wan's mouth opening in surprise, a small sound of questioning and shock escaping. Almost a whimper. Qui-Gon licked it off his Padawan's lips, silencing the pliant young mouth with his own while he secured the black sash over Obi-Wan's eyes. There was no question he would be able to feel his way with the Force, but... the sight of Obi-Wan blindfolded was just too delightful to miss out on, and strictly speaking it did not hurt anyone, did it now. An indulgence for a horny old man, oh yes it is.

Obi-Wan's arms had risen out of their sleep-heavy position and were snaking around Qui-Gon's back and shoulders, trying to persuade the older man to come back to bed, to share the heavy soft warmth beneath the sheets. But the Master had other plans. With a determined yank, he stripped the sheet of his drowsy apprentice and scooped the squirming, struggling, stark naked Obi-Wan into his arms, depositing his feet on the cold floor.

Obi-Wan squeaked and attempted to pummel his annoying Master with half-hearted fists but ended up having to hold on to him for purchase as Qui-Gon dragged him along by one wrist. Dragged him along, towards the door...

"Qui...?"

"Sshhhh." Qui-Gon held a finger to the cursedly tempting lips. He had to act fast if he didn't want to waste all his preparations and end up ravishing the boy in their bedroom after all. Easing the door open soundlessly, he grabbed Obi-Wan around the waist and led him along the cool corridor, smiling benignly at the small shivers caressing the young man's bare skin. Nothing but that blindfold for cover, and a glorious sight. Qui-Gon sped his steps, acutely aware of the increasing pulsing in his groin.

As he had been promised, Qui-Gon found the swimming hall empty at this time of night, all lights turned off save for the faint yellow emergency lighting inside the pool itself. The cool tiles around the deep blue square of water were dry as they could only be at midnight, with no swimmers around to splash them. Obi-Wan would not have noticed by touch where he was. Of course he was probably awake enough by now to extend his Force sense and receive fuzzy images of the eerily illuminated pool, the stack of swimming aids, obstacles and toys against the near wall, and the tiered row of diving boards along the far end of the pool. Wide and narrow ones, high and low ones, rigid or gently sprung, to accommodate all of the diverse divers the Jedi Order had, from the tiniest aquatic life-from to a great hulking biped like Master Jinn himself.

Obi-Wan must have received at least an indistinct image, but kept quiet about it. When Qui-Gon nudged him towards the ladder that led up to the topmost board, he started to climb it without hesitation, presenting Qui-Gon a marvellous view of his backside as he made his way up to the top. The Master himself stayed behind a little to rid himself of his clothes, then followed, catching up with his still slightly sleep-addled Padawan before the young man had reached the end of the ladder. Once at the top, Obi-Wan hesitated. What -?

Qui-Gon grinned, not entirely certain how he would have felt if he'd been faced with the idea of a diving board covered in sticky jelly-like lubricant, the sandpapery surface just barely touchable through the thick translucent goo. As it was, Obi-Wan didn't have much time to think about it – within a split second, he found himself flat on his back, two very familiar warm hard hands holding him down by his hips, and his Master's devilishly talented mouth working his cock.

Qui-Gon was clearly employing all his considerable skill, and it did not take long for Obi-Wan to writhe and moan under him, biting his own fingers to stop himself from begging shamelessly, the sticky gel warming against his skin as he wriggled, creeping into his hair, his armpits, into the cleft of his arse, and what did it matter when the hottest most delicious suction in the galaxy was wrapped around his cock that had gone from limp to desperately aroused in a matter of minutes.

A strangled scream, and Obi-Wan came, too quickly for his lover to withdraw completely, spattering Qui-Gon's face with warm drops of seed. Qui-Gon grinned. He simply could not resist sending his blindfolded lover an image of himself, hair loose and undone, ends sticky where they'd trailed in the omnipresent goo, beard glistening with sticky beads of semen, and a predatory glint in those steely blue eyes.

Obi-Wan knew what was coming, and moaned in anticipation, spreading his thighs a little.

Qui-Gon grabbed those creamy thighs, spreading them wide until Obi-Wan's legs slipped off the narrow diving board, dangling on either side. Perfect, just perfect. The view... Qui-Gon drew in a deep breath and willed his flaming erection to subside a little. How else would he survive the necessary preparation? But first, these thighs would have to come up again... rest on his shoulders, that's it. With all the gentleness he could muster, he scooped up two fingertipfuls of the thick gel and smeared them all around Obi-Wan's inviting opening. The young man giggled at the coolness but very obviously welcomed the intention, wriggling slightly, causing the sticky goo to make little squishing noises under him.

Qui-Gon pressed in both fingers, too aroused now to waste time, and feeding off Obi-Wan's slightly confused pleasure. Soon, very soon... now. Ah, it felt like pure heaven to bury himself in the tight welcoming heat of Obi-Wan's body. And the little moan escaping the Padawan's sweet lush mouth... more, there had to be more, more moans, he needed the screams, the desperate pleading and begging, the sheer unbearable pleasure of fucking Obi-Wan hard, hard as he knew he loved it.

Letting go of all restraint, Qui-Gon angled his hips and thrust. Deep, hard and fast. Oh Force – the keening whimper from Obi-Wan was nearly enough to take him over the edge as it was. Feeling the thickly lubed sandpapery roughness of the board under his knees and imagining what Obi-Wan must feel, with the twin sensations all along his back, Qui-Gon gave in to the red haze, thrusting wildly, barely holding his balance, sending the world wobbling up and down, Obi-Wan skidding along the slim board, moaning, squirming, begging desperately, closer to the edge with every thrust, closer, harder, more... there... there it was, the hoarse animal howl as Obi-Wan came again, and Qui-Gon let go of all control and rammed into him one last time, into the gorgeous liquid that was his Padawan, sticky with gel and filled with hard greedy flesh... and when the hot spurt of pure liquefied pleasure overtook Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan went liquid too and dripped over the side of the diving board, dripped, dropped, pulling his Master along, clinging, holding him inside, a mad tumble through nothing but air, trailing a scream of pure mindless joy until they hit the water, a splashing, flailing tangle of limbs, sticky and slippery and giggly and just about ready to dissolve.

The blindfold was slightly awry when Obi-Wan emerged from the water, and the light was just enough to allow Qui-Gon to see the wicked glint in his young lover's eye before he was ruthlessly dunked by his surprisingly strong and by now most definitely awake Padawan.

---The End---

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