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ARCHIVE: M_A, my page (The Crow-Witch's Croft)

CATEGORY: humour, PWP

PAIRING: Qui/Obi

RATING: NC-17

DISCLAIMERS: George owns 'em. I'm just playing.

SPOILERS: none

WARNINGS: none really, just a quickie, down and dirty!

SUMMARY: Love in an elevator.....hey, someone HAD to do it. Might as well be me!

NOTE: Another of the "50 Ways to Screw Your Lover".....thank you Lea for the playground and the chance to hang upside-down from the monkey-bars. <G>. This is for Hellsmouth, who is wise enough to goad me and knows when to toss a lasso around my neck. All hail, mighty Padawan, Beta & buddy. Hugs!!

"Master?" Obi-Wan's brow furrowed, as he peered at the Coruscant traffic from the transparent enclosure of the lift.

"Yes, Padawan?" Qui-Gon's voice was patience itself, a little distracted and distant. He was obviously lost in thoughts that did not include the young man standing beside him.

Obi-Wan scowled, his lower lip pushed out into a near-pout. It wasn't fair or right or remotely flattering that his Master seemed to have forgotten that he wasn't just 'Master' anymore. There had been entirely too much of that practised, facile distance between them the past few months.

"We're not moving."

"Hmmm?" Qui-Gon was studying the data-pad in his hand.

"We're not moving, Master."

"Of course we are..." Qui-Gon murmured.

"No, Master. We've stopped."

"What? Oh!" Qui-Gon looked up and glance around with an owlish blink. "I'm sure that the problem will be solved momentarily." He returned his attention to his reading.

"Master?"

"What is it, Padawan? The emergency generators will take over the lift functions within thirty seconds as they are programmed to do. "

"But Master, we've been still for two minutes. "

"Hmmmmm."

Obi-Wan sighed and stared at the late day traffic again. Slowly, a very evil smirk twitched the corners of his mouth. He sidled a little closer to Qui-Gon, his fingers stretching out to run along the veins in one big hand that held the datapad.

He slid his hand up the other sleeve of his Master's robe, a butterfly's touch along the sensitive hairs that rose delightfully against his fingertips.

Qui-Gon never took his eyes off that damned pad.

The Padawan exhaled loudly and planted himself in front of Qui-Gon. He hands traveled up both sleeves of robe and tunics, worming their way under the fabric to the rough, corrugated flesh of his Master's elbows, then down again. He bit his lip for a moment, then, quite suddenly, reached down and took firm hold of Qui-Gon's cock.

"Padawan?"

It was Obi-Wan's turn not to answer vocally. He simply gave his Master a long squeeze, his eyes dancing.

Qui-Gon raised one eyebrow but didn't look up from his reading.

Obi-Wan grinned and worked both hands down into his Master's leggings, fingers curling around his cock and reaching lower to cup his balls like a multitalented octopus. A few twitches and he knew he wasn't being ignored as one hand filled with hardening flesh. He kept up a steady friction while untying the laces with the other hand and pulled his prize free.

He ran his closed palm up the quivering shaft and down again, his mouth open in a devilish smile of pure delight. Qui-Gon glanced at him expressionlessly and continued reading.

Eyes sparkling with the challenge, Obi-Wan set to work on his task, his hands first lighter than air itself, then firm and demanding, using his fingers to pull his Master harder, then stroking down, his rhythm changing, maddening. One fingertip rolled round the now-purpling head, coaxing a single pearl of fluid to the surface.

He licked his finger, glaring at Qui-Gon from under his lashes.

"Padawan?"

"Yes, Master?" Obi-Wan kept rolling his left hand around the heavy balls, sucking on his right index finger.

"A bit drafty." Bright blue eyes lasered into his for a second, then dropped back to the datapad.

"Sorry, Master." Obi-Wan purred, covering the considerable length with both hands. He sank down to his knees with a thud and promptly swallowed it whole, trying to not choke with laughter as the datapad narrowly missed his shoulder as it clattered to the floor.

It took every bit of Obi-Wan's control not to erupt into crows as he schooled his talented tongue around Qui-Gon's cock, both hands fondling his balls, a finger stroking below them to curve upwards against the sensitive span between testicles and anus. He let his throat open up and began to hum his appreciation, thoroughly enjoying his Master's gasps.

Qui-Gon's head dropped back, every nerve ending on fire, all feeling centered on his Padawan's should-be-patented mouth.

Then the floor seemed to drop and gravity let go, as the lift plummeted downward in free fall.

Obi-Wan's finger, the wet finger he had been twirling in his mouth, pressed further back into his Master, tongue swirling down his cock like a lava-drenched barberpole. The back of his throat tightened, the finger pushed in deeper and Qui-Gon's hands were contracting against the plasglass walls convulsively. His head was thrown back, mouth dry as sand, his eyes fixed on the sky and towers above that grew smaller and more distant as the blood roared in his ears.

His feet seemed to be lifting off the floor. Obi-Wan's pooling robes were rustling upward, the air itself being sucked higher and higher.

Qui-Gon gulped once, twice, then exploded into the pulsing, twitching cavern of his Padawan's greedy mouth.

He exhaled.

Both hands moved jerkily again the laws of nature, not so much a Master's fluid guidance of the Force as a convulsive yank on it to slow their fall.

There was a vertebrae-crunching jar, a shudder and the lift came to an abrupt stop.

Qui-Gon blinked, automatically smoothing his robes and adjusting his disarrayed clothing. Obi-Wan stared up at him with wide eyes, then collapsed against the wall in a breathless paroxysm of laughter as the doors hissed open to a crowd of frightened pages, initiates and Masters.

Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow.

"Master?" Obi-Wan gasped.

"Yes, Padawan?"

"Is that what they mean by getting to the bottom of the shaft?"

Qui-Gon swept out of the fallen lift with a very strained expression on his face, leaving the gaping onlookers in a wake of bruised dignity. Obi-Wan followed, his shoulders shaking all the way back to their quarters.

Fin