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Rating: NC-17

Categories: Q/O, PWP

Archive: Lea's "50 Ways" archive only, please.

Feedback: Uh... I guess...

Disclaimers: Yeah, Lucas.

Notes: Lampoon me. MST me. I deserve it. This was written to fulfill the original challenge requirements, which were: Q/O, NC-17, PWP, 100 words to two-thirds of a page. It's 250 words even, and falls in line with the rest.

"I won't do it. No. Absolutely not."

Qui-Gon crossed his arms. "I thought you were the one who was bored with our sex life." He gestured at the bathtub. "It's completely non-toxic..."

"But... it... jiggles."

Qui-Gon shrugged and bounced experimentally on his toes. Obi-Wan's eyes widened. "So do other things, apprentice."

Obi-Wan had to admit that the sight of Qui-Gon's jiggling genitals was appealing. Still... "Surely something in the Jedi code prohibits... this... activity."

"What, 'there is no sex in bathtubs full of gelatin, there is only sex on mattresses, floors, tables, desks, walls, no furniture at all, speeders...'"

Obi-Wan's eyes were nearly bulging out of his head. "You've had sex in all those places?"

Qui-Gon shot him a look. "Wait until you're my age."

"Hmm." Obi-Wan looked from the bathtub to Qui-Gon and back again. "But never in a bathtub full of gelatin?"

"Not yet."

...a few minutes later...

"Master, this does wonders for fellatio..."

"Uhhmmm..."

"It's gotten fairly slippery. Perhaps if I..."

"Oh, yes!"

"Now let me..."

Obi-Wan sank to the hilt in Qui-Gon as the gelatin melted and created a sticky goo all around them. The squishing noises made both of them laugh. Obi-Wan squirmed, and Qui-Gon pushed back against him, until both men were shouting out their orgasms and Obi-Wan collapsed in a heap on the gelatin that had collected on Qui-Gon's back. He made a soft splat.

"We've really made a mess of the bathroom," Obi-Wan mused.

"Wait until we try nude chocolate syrup wrestling..."

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