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Disclaimers: Qui and Obi belong to Master George, but I love them so much I just can't help playing with them. No copyright infringement intended.

Series: Masters Leandra and Raina's "50 Ways to Screw Your Lover" challenge...

Summary: Qui and Obi get a little help rolling them in the right direction.

My apprentice was asleep in the corner of the playroom of the creche. As a senior padawan, he had taken on ancillary duties in addition to his advanced studies. Together, we had been assigned as supervisors of the younglings while their teachers had used the time for a much needed planning session. I knew Obi-Wan was tired, and so I let him catch a bit of a nap while I entertained the young ones.

The younglings had been taught about the hazzard of fire earlier in the day. Today's lesson had been on what to do if their clothing caught fire. They were now delighting themselves by dropping on the common room floor, and pulling corners of the rug over them while squealing at each other, `drop and roll.'

I made the mistake of telling them that they could also help one another by covering each other with their bodies and rolling together. The result was a pile up of younglings in a heap on the floor.

"Show us!" Came the imploration from the group.

I am not a small framed man, and even the largest youngling, a Wookie, was still too slight for me to use in the demonstration. Reluctantly, I awoke my apprentice to assist me. He was groggy, but quickly understood what I wanted to demonstrate.

I grasped Obi-Wan firmly, pressing my body against his while pushing him to the floor. The younglings moved to help us, and we found the end of the rug thrown over us as we began to roll. I praised them for their actions, until I found to my consternation that their `help' had taken a different turn. Laughing and encouraging each other, the young ones continued to roll Obi-Wan and me until the entire rug held us firmly in its grip, and we were against the far wall.

My instructions to stop and unroll us went unheeded. I must remember to commend the instructor who taught them to combine their Force manipulation efforts. Together they managed to slide a large chest holding toys, games, puzzles and other amusements, against us so that we were effectively trapped between the chest and the wall. I also made a mental note that even through Force sleep suggestions work on initiates and young padawans, no amount of Force suggestions work on determined crechelings.

Having assured that Obi-Wan and I were well and truly trapped, the young ones let themselves out into the playground to explore the surrounding gardens unsupervised.

"You woke me up for this?" The sparkling eyes of my padawan did not hide the smile he tried so hard to keep from showing in his voice and lips.

"Not exactly this." I sighed.

It could have been worse. The creche instructors' meetings seldom lasted longer than a few hours. We could probably work our way out of the rug, round up the wayward younglings, and save ourselves the embarrassment of having been bested by a gaggle of crechelings.

"If we just rock together Obi-Wan, I think we could dislodge this chest."

Cooperatively, my padawan fell into rhythm with me rocking back and forth. My arms were wrapped around Obi-Wan, while his were pulled close and his hands rested against my chest. Together we tried to turn, we tried to roll, and we tried to shift. Our muscles worked and flexed, but the chest did not budge against our efforts. If possible, we only seemed to wedge ourselves together tighter in the rug.

I called a stop when the heat of my padawan's body against me became distracting. Obi-Wan had recently become my lover after he had attained the age of consent. Having him plastered against me now in the position we found ourselves was beginning to stir up feelings more appropriate to our bed. It didn't help, that his breath, which came in shallow pants, ghosted across my neck. His hands were pressed flat against my chest, making the material of my tunic feel rough against my nipples as his thumbs rested directly over them. Our legs were tangled, and our groins pressed together. As my awareness of his body became more pronounced, I found I was in the same predicament as he.

My apprentice was aroused. I wanted to hold my breath and see what he would do next as we rested silently against each other, but found I couldn't seem to get enough air into my lungs. With each breath my chest pressed into Obi-Wan, his thumbs against my nipples beginning to move in slow circles. The exquisite torture of the subtle movement of the fabric, heat and hands against my chest and nipples conspired to send waves of arousal to my own groin.

As my perception shifted southward, I detected a firm thigh, muscles tensed, between my own and a sex organ firming at my groin that was not my own. I breathed deeply of the scent of Obi-Wan's clean hair, and slowly stroked as much of his back as my hands could cover.

A small sigh escaped as he turned his face toward me and I felt warm lips against my throat. It felt as if my heart leapt in my chest at the touch of his lips. His lips that were kissing a path toward my ear. I wanted to grab his head and bring his lips to my own, but my arms and hands were trapped around his waist. Working my hands lower, I pulled his buttocks toward me hard, and was rewarded with an exhaled whimper whose breath fluttered against the shell of my ear. My hard cock now pressed against confining trousers and Obi-Wan's similarly clad hip.

Lips began worrying my earlobe, teeth gently grazed the sensitive skin and then I gasped as his mouth closed over my lobe and sucked. Reflexively my hips bucked against him, and I felt his smile as my earlobe was released. Slowly Obi-Wan's warm tongue traced the shell of my ear before his tongue darted in and then quickly out. A low whimper escaped my throat, and again my hips bucked against him of their own accord.

The self-satisfied hum at my ear made me smile. Obi-Wan was enjoying the results his ministrations were producing. Well, so was I, but two could play at this game.

Slowly shifting my thigh back and forth that was trapped between Obi-Wan's legs, I was rewarded with a low moan as the movement provided friction against his cock and balls. As my motion continued, he began to writhe against me.

Busy hands had been pulling at the fabric of my tunic. The material finally was pulled open and I felt very warm hands caressing my skin. Slowly, fingers traced my now hardened nipples.

We were both panting as I worked Obi-Wan's tunic up his back, and finally I could work my hands into his trousers. The firmly muscled backside clenched as my hands kneaded yielding cheeks.

Strong fingers pinched at my nipples in response to my overture, and I moaned as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. I found myself again rocking my hips into Obi-Wan.

Oh, I wanted to be rocking into Obi-Wan. My fingers traced the crack of his backside. When my fingers slid over his puckered opening, he groaned. When my fingers slipped lower and brushed his perineum his hips began rocking against mine.

Obi-Wan tried to raise himself: working increment by increment until we were face-to-face. Finally, his lips were pressed against mine. His tongue traced my lips and I parted them for him.

Sweetness and heat were the tastes that assaulted my mouth. I gently sucked his tongue as it slid against my own. My tongue followed his back into his mouth. Muffled whimpers were all I could hear. I explored every texture of Obi-Wan's mouth, even sliding my tongue over his teeth. We were both gasping for air when we ended our kiss.

We were generating a great deal of heat between us, and I could feel the perspiration trickling down my back. I could feel a fine layer of moisture against Obi-Wan's skin where my hands caressed his derriere. I ached.

I ached for him. His nearness, arousal, attentions, tastes, heat and feel were all collaborating to drive me mad. If I could move I would slowly undress him, and worship every part of his body with my hands and mouth. If I could move I would make love to him until he was completely sated.

He was mumbling, but I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. My mind was reeling from the sensory stimulation. I leaned up and captured his lips again. This kiss was even sweeter, our tongues stroking against each other harmoniously. He was rocking against me steadily, his hands moving erratically on my chest. Between kisses the words he was breathing into my mouth became clear to my addled brain.

"Love you, Qui . . . want you . . . need you . . . love me . . . please love me . . ."

My fingers now slick from perspiration circled his anus until he was shuddering against me. My own trousers were damp from my hard, leaking cock. Obi-Wan's movements against me were causing the friction I needed. My fingers worked lower until they could rub against his perineum. I continued to stroke him until he tensed and I could feel his hips moving in the staccato rhythm that orchestrated his orgasm. My own completion came as I heard my name a whisper on his lips, repeated over and over until he was silent and still against me.

"I love you, too, Obi-Wan."

The sigh as he nestled closer against me was a very satisfied one.

I chuckled to myself as I gingerly removed my hands from Obi-Wan's trousers and rested them on his backside. I found I didn't care who found us and rescued us. I didn't care about the ribbing we would take at being outsmarted by crechelings. In fact, I just might bribe them into trapping us in the rug again.

I heard Obi-Wan snoring lightly, and kissed the top of his head before I joined him in sleep.

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