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Archive: M/A and my site (http://www.geocities.com/epeeblade/fanfics/slash.html)

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Q/O

Category: pwp, humor

Warnings: Abuse of Geometry

Feedback: please?

Disclaimers: Don't own the boys, I sure would like to, however.

Notes: Thanks to GH and Ki for suggesting I post this here :)

"It's impossible, Master! I just don't get it!" Obi-Wan sighed, setting down his comm-pad. Although at 20 he was a senior padawan with all the rights and privileges therein, he still needed to take classes like any other student at the Temple. And the past few years had been so full of harried missions, both diplomatic and non, that he was severely behind on his coursework.

Thus the basic math problem blinking menacingly in front of him. A cloud of iocane gas needs to be transported. Calculate the size of the plastic cylinder needed if the volume of the gas is 3.4 cubic iods.

He had been working on the solution all night, calculating the density of iocane gas, and the pressure involved. Absently, he chewed on his stylus, trying to find something he missed.

"Actually, padawan," Qui-Gon's voice all but purred from the opposite side of the room. "It's all about volume."

"Volume, master?" Obi-Wan looked up, still distracted. He gasped as his master stalked towards him, pulling off his tunics. "Master?"

He and Qui-Gon had become lovers a little less than a year ago, and Obi-Wan still found themselves searching out the boundaries of their relationship, defining the line that separated Master and Padawan.

Qui-Gon stripped off his leggings, kneeling bare before his still clothed padawan. "Volume, my Obi-Wan." He reached out and took Obi- Wan's hands in his, and placed them on his hardening penis. "Of a cylinder. Feel the length…" And here he stroked Obi-Wan's fingers along the shaft, following the line of the dark vein along the underside. "And the width." He led those talented fingers to the head, diving underneath the foreskin to measure the rounded tip. "Finally the girth." He directed his padawan's hands to circle the turgid and weeping cock.

Obi-Wan needed no more tutoring as he began to work the hard organ, causing Qui-Gon to throw his head back and groan. He loved this, seeing his master so out of control, so undone at the hands of his padawan. A sheen of sweat began to cover Qui-Gon's strong abdomen, and his level of arousal grew.

"Come for me, my master," Obi-Wan whispered, moving his hands faster and tugging harder.

Qui-Gon let out one long moan, which sounded suspiciously like Obi- Wan's name, as he came in one long spurt, covering Obi-Wan's hands.

The padawan brought his fingers to his lips and licked up the salty fluid. "Volume, master," he said suddenly understanding. "I think I understand now."

Before he could lose his train of thought, he picked up his comm-pad and began to type.

"Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked, sounding slightly incredulous.

Obi-Wan waved him away, "Just a moment, Master. I've finally gotten this!"

End