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Category: PWP, humor

Pairing: Q/O

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: none

Summary: Remember parking? Remember the parking brake?

Disclaimer: George Lucas is da man. He owns everything. We just play.

Warnings: Not betaed. Not worthy.

"Where are we going?" Qui-Gon asked, his eyes crinkling with mock impatience.

"You'll soon find out, my Master," Obi-Wan said, trying and not succeeding in suppressing a smirk. He was piloting one the Kandangian's wheeled ground vehicles down a dusty, dirt-paved road inside the High Potentate's vast estate. They passed field after field of orange and purple grain, baking in the hot yellow sun. Obi-Wan could almost smell the heat and taste the clay lime in the soil.

After a while the fields gave way to a river, only a dozen meters wide but running fast through a deep, rocky gully. Blue and green trees clung to the steep banks, providing welcome shade. The car rattled onto a one-lane bridge, a rickety construct of wood and iron that swayed alarmingly with their weight. Once across, Obi-Wan turned the car sharply down a rutted path, around and under the bridge into blessed shade.

Obi-Wan pulled onto a duracrete pad next to one of the bridge's supports. He shut off the engine and engaged the parking brake. The car's metal components began to ping as they cooled. Obi-Wan lowered his window, and Qui-Gon did the same on his side, letting in a refreshing breeze and the sound of water rushing over worn stones just a meter from their wheels. The air on Kandangea was slightly more oxygenated than standard, and the two Jedi breathed deeply of it with quiet contentment.

At last Qui-Gon broke their silence. "Now I know where we're going, I suppose it would be too much to ask why we're here?"

Obi-Wan turned and grinned at him. "To honor a local custom."

"And that would be ... ?"

Obi-Wan slid his arm over the back of Qui-Gon's seat and insinuated his hand into the fall of silvery hair. "When the local youngsters need a place to get away and, shall we way, be alone together, they often come here to watch the submarine races."

Qui-Gon turned and looked out the window. "I fail to see how a submarine of any size could navigate in these waters."

When Qui-Gon turned back, Obi-Wan had twisted up onto his knees and was just swinging one leg into place over Qui-Gon's thighs. "I think that's the point," Obi-Wan said, soft and mocking, and pressed his mouth very deliberately against his master's. A half-hearted protest soon died, and Qui-Gon's hands came up to pull Obi-Wan fully into his lap even as their mouths opened and they began to drink deeply of one another.

The kissing and gentle petting went on for a good long while. There was no hurry. The Potentate had been called away to a minor natural disaster that did not require Jedi aid, and the two of them had been given a very welcome afternoon to themselves.

After a while the heat in their blood began to rise. Obi-Wan undulated his hips, pressing their erections together through the layers of cloth. They'd already shed their cloaks in the heat. Now Qui-Gon started working on Obi-Wan's belt and sash with his hands while his mouth nuzzled and nipped at Obi-Wan's exposed throat, eliciting a groan of appreciation.

"Oh, Qui, it's been so long ..."

"Mmm," Qui-Gon agreed, sliding his hands inside the loosened tunics. He spread his hands over Obi-Wan's sweat-damp ribs and let his thumbs brush already-stiff nipples. "Want you."

Obi-Wan gasped and tightened his grip on Qui-Gon's head. "I wonder if these seats go down?"

Qui-Gon reached to the side and hit a switch. The seat collapsed, and Obi-Wan landed on top of Qui-Gon with an "oof" of protest. He rolled and somehow got his knees on the back seat, twisting and supporting himself with one arm while trying to wrestle Qui-Gon's belt off with the other. He leaned forward, his groin only centimeters from Qui-Gon's face.

Qui-Gon took advantage of the position to reach up and free Obi-Wan's turgid penis from its confines.

Obi-Wan jerked and gasped as sudden, warm suction engulfed him. "Gah! Not fair!" He worked frantically at Qui-Gon's leggings, but his hands had begun to shake. "Not so fast, oh ... oh, please, wait ..."

Qui-Gon slowed his ministrations, licking and sucking at Obi-Wan's swollen sex with languid sensuality, all the while humming happily under his breath.

"Force, force, force ..." Obi-Wan muttered. Qui-Gon's leggings finally gave way and his erection sprang free, pungent and hot. Obi-Wan immediately dove down and took Qui-Gon's penis in his mouth, working it with unaccustomed urgency. He relaxed his throat and took the organ all the way in, then stroked it firmly with his lips as he rose and let it slide almost completely out. He held the fat tip gently and slurped, applying strong suction and caressing the sensitive underside with the tip of his tongue.

Meanwhile, Qui-Gon was doing his best to destroy what little was left of Obi-Wan's ability to think rationally -- or even to breathe. He held himself still, applying suction and friction even as he allowed Obi-Wan to piston his penis in and out of his mouth in a frantic rhythm. Qui-Gon tugged Obi-Wan's leggings down, then slid a wet finger down his cleft, finding his target unerringly. He pumped just the fingertip in and out in counterpoint to his padawan's thrusts.

Obi-Wan cried out in near anguish, trying desperately to hold off his own climax while bringing Qui-Gon over the edge. It was nigh impossible to concentrate on such a delicate task when his mind was being melted into slag. He narrowed his focus, praying he wouldn't accidentally bite Qui-Gon if he lost his battle for control.

With one hand, Qui-Gon grasped Obi-Wan's hips and forced him all the way to the back of his throat. With the other he pressed the finger suddenly deeper, finding and stroking the sensitive nub within. Obi-Wan felt his balls draw up and had a moment to pull his mouth completely away from Qui-Gon's penis before every muscle in his body contracted in agonized pleasure. Qui-Gon grasped his hips to steady him as Obi-Wan poured his essence down his master's throat, shouting, "Yes! Yes! Oh, yes! Qui-Gon! Master!"

Qui-Gon held him steady until Obi-Wan could calm down and get enough leverage to pull himself upright. Obi-Wan tried to slow his ragged breathing. "That was ... unbelievable ..." he panted. "But what ... shall we do ... with this?" He palmed Qui-Gon's erection, which was standing away from his body, purple with need.

Qui-Gon emitted what sounded suspiciously like a growl. "Turn around."

Obi-Wan glanced about the interior of the car, estimating size and distance. "I don't know how we're going to --"

"Like this," Qui-Gon interrupted, twisting himself like a contortionist until he could take Obi-Wan's hands and force them forward, against the control console. Obi-Wan managed to strip off his tunics while Qui-Gon grunted and shifted around behind him. After a moment they were in position. Obi-Wan stood with his feet planted wide on the floor of the back seat, taking most of his weight on his hands which rested on the front console. He was naked from the knees up, with one boot off and his leggings draped over the other boot top. Qui-Gon was seated behind him, bare knees between Obi-Wan's legs, tunics discarded, leggings tangled about his boots.

Qui-Gon rooted around among the pile of clothes until he found Obi-Wan's belt. He pulled a small vial from it. "I see you came prepared," he muttered. He hissed as he applied the cool lubricant to his overheated organ.

Just the thought of what was about to happen caused Obi-Wan's penis to swell again. He felt Qui-Gon's hands grip his hips and spread him open. He waited, panting lightly, for that hot column of flesh to impale him centimeter by centimeter.

Instead he felt wetness, softness, suction. "OH!" he cried out, almost undone by the unexpected pleasure of Qui-Gon's tongue at his sensitive opening. Qui-Gon teased and penetrated him until Obi-Wan was nearly incoherent, his hips gyrating in circles uncontrollably. He had never in his life wanted anything as much as he wanted Qui-Gon inside him _now_.

Sensing Obi-Wan's tenuous control, Qui-Gon sat back and pulled Obi-Wan down onto his erection. The head of his penis slipped in with little trouble, and they both moaned in ecstasy.

Obi-Wan clutched at the controls, at the seat in front of him, at anything he could get his hands on for leverage as Qui-Gon began to pump into him, entering in minute increments and pulling almost fully out again. There was no pain, only slickness and heat and the incredible sensation of being filled completely, claimed and owned by the man who held him in those overlarge hands.

Qui-Gon began to speak, little rumblings of pleasure and praise: "So good ... so hot ... love you ... oh, yes ... more ... deeper ... like that ... oh, yes ... Oh, oh, Obi!" Qui-Gon reached around and took Obi-Wan's erection into his slick palm, pumping it hard and fast. "Hurry ... now, love ... now!" Qui-Gon's body trembled and went rigid, his hips pumping and jerking. He let out a guttural groan and clamped down almost painfully on Obi-Wan's erection, driving the younger man to his own howling climax. Obi-Wan felt as if his world tilted for a moment, then righted itself again, leaving him a bit dizzy and light-headed.

They lay still for a while, eyes closed, limp and satiated. The river roared loudly just outside the windows, accompanied by birdsong and the rustle of leaves in the wind. "I don't think I shall ever move again," Obi-Wan said with a contented sigh.

"Good," Qui-Gon rested his head against the seat behind him. "I feel as if I'm floating," he said.

"Me, too. It's nice." Obi-Wan felt himself growing sleepy, and wondering if he should take a nap with Qui-Gon still inside him. _Best not,_ he thought, and gingerly pulled himself off his lover.

He'd just reached over into the front seat to find a cloth to use for wiping up when he realized something wasn't quite right. He blinked, not believing his eyes. "Qui-Gon ..." he said, with some trepidation.

Qui-Gon still lay unmoving. "Yes, love?"

"Brace for impact!" Obi-Wan did just that as a mighty jolt shook the car. He was flung up against the back window, through which he could see trees and riverbank spinning by at a decidedly too-rapid pace. A large boulder shrank out of view behind them.

Qui-Gon scrambled to get his trousers back up. "Padawan, didn't you set the brake?"

Obi-Wan, too, began wriggling into his clothes. "Yes, Master," he said a tad hysterically. "I must have accidentally disengaged it while we were, ah, distracted."

The car hit another rock and jerked, then spun crazily, pinning them both against a door for a moment.

"Where does this river go, I wonder?" Qui-Gon said when he caught his breath.

They tilted suddenly, and water poured in through one of the open windows before the vehicle righted itself. Obi-Wan chuckled. "Life with you is never dull, Master."

Qui-Gon gave him a scowl, but there was no malice in it. "You say that as if it were a good thing, Padawan."

The car rocked again, then jerked to a sickening halt, throwing them both to the floor. They crawled back up to find they had got caught in a downed tree, but the current was trying valiantly to free them and send them hurtling downstream again.

"Let's go," Qui-Gon said. He eased himself out the open window into the fast-moving water. Holding on to the car with one hand, he extended his legs and tested the current.

"Knee deep, but very strong. I don't suppose you brought your cable launcher."

"No, Master."

"Very well, just try not to fall."

Qui-Gon took a few steps, struggling hard against the current. Obi-Wan followed him out the window. They walked with hands outstretched to keep their balance. A loud crashing caused them to turn and look; their car had finally torn its way free of the branches and was drifting downstream. Unfortunately, the distraction cost Qui-Gon. His foot slipped off a wobbly stone and he went down. The current swept him a few meters downstream before he managed to get to his feet, sputtering. "_Sithspawn_, that's cold!"

Obi-Wan threw back his head and cackled, then promptly slipped and fell onto his rear. He clutched at an exposed rock to steady himself, still grinning.

"Very amusing, Padawan, but how are we to get out of here?"

Obi-Wan wiped water from his face with the one hand even as he used the other to lever himself clumsily to his feet. He pointed over Qui-Gon's shoulder.

Qui-Gon turned to see a large, yellow, agrarian-looking vehicle trundling across the fields toward them, piloted by a local who waved excitedly in their direction.

"Our rescuer, Master!" Obi-Wan called over the sound of the water and the roar of the vehicle's combustion engine.

They struggled for another few minutes against the current until they finally reached a tiny ledge of shoals. As they waited for the farmer, Qui-Gon gave Obi-Wan a bemused glance. "How will we explain this to the High Potentate?"

"I'm sure you'll think of a way," Obi-Wan said, grinning.

"Padawan," Qui-Gon growled warningly.

"Yes, Master?"

"Do me a favor. The next time you need a little excitement in our love life, consider some flavored lubricant or a scented candle."

"Yes, Master."

END