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Category: PWP

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Gratuitous m/m smut, all dialogue

Series: Part of the Fifty Ways challenge

Summary: A phone call in the middle of the night. Feedback: Is like oxygen. Either on the list or by email would be fine; I'll take anything.

Disclaimers: Not mine. No money. All hail the mighty Lucas. I promise to put them back when I'm finished. Thanks to Lea for the terrific challenge!

Notes: This is the first time I've ever written a fic that's entirely dialogue. I hope it turned out okay! Beta'd by the fabulous Master Briony and also by the lovely Bant. Thanks, ladies! Of course, I can't resist tweaking even after I send a fic to a beta, so any mistakes are entirely my fault.

*...* = non-verbalized sounds

*beep! beep! beep!*

"...grgmph..." *cough* "Jinn."

"Master Jinn?"

"... Attaché Krndwyn? Is something the matter?"

"No, sir, not to my knowledge, but Palace Communications has picked up a live feed direct from Coruscant with your code attached. Source is listed as Jedi Temple. I'm sorry to wake you, sir, but this is a live transmission. I didn't want you to miss something important."

"Mmm. Yes. Thank you. Is it a holo-feed, or...?"

"No, sir, just audio. Shall I put it through to your terminal?"

"Can you patch it through to my commlink? I'm rather comfortable at the moment, and I'd prefer not to move if I can avoid it."

*chuckle* "Understood, sir. Please hold for a moment."

(......)

"Master?"

"Obi-Wan?! Is everything alright? Has something happened to..."

"Relax, Master, the Temple is still standing, and as far as I know, everyone's still alive."

"Well, thank the Force for that." Pause. "What in all the Sith Hells is so important that you needed to send me a live feed in the middle of the night?"

"Eh? The middle of the... oops. I was aiming for late evening -- assumed you would be out of negotiations by then. I apologize for waking you, Master."

*sigh* "It's alright, Padawan. I'm always happy to hear from you, of course."

"Thank you, Master. I suppose I was, mostly, just...worried about you. I know how hard you work when there's no one there to take proper care of you. I wish I could've come along."

*chuckle* "You worry about me entirely too much, love. I've been seeing to my own care and feeding longer than you've been alive. And I wish you could be here, as well. That course in astrodynamics just couldn't wait, though."

"I know. Still, I worry that you aren't... relaxing properly."

"I... relaxing?"

"Mm-hmmmmm. Shall I help you *relax*, Master?"

"...help?!..."

"Mmmm, yes. Remember the mission to Graval? Those silk wraps we had to wear to the coronation? I got mine out today. I'm wearing it right now. Force, I remember how gorgeous you looked, draped in all that dark blue silk." *purrrrr*

"Obi-Wan! What are you...?"

"Feels so good, Master, the silk. Almost as good as your hands on me."

"I... I..."

"Don't you want to touch me? Please?"

"I... Oh, yes, Obi-Wan. Always."

"Then let me feel your hands."

"M-my hands?"

"Where, Master? Where are your hands? Tell me so that I can feel them. Will you start with my feet? Drive me mad like you once did for almost an hour, just touching my feet and legs? Or will you dispense with the preliminaries and go straight for my cock; send me soaring to take the edge off? Oooooh, I love it when you do that, swallow me up in that wonderful huge grip of yours. I'm already getting hard for you, Master. Or... mmm, will you start with my hands? Stroke my hands and arms before you pin my wrists above my head and leave me helpless underneath you? Where, Master? Where will you touch me?"

*gulp* "Everywhere. No, wait; on your... on your chest, stroking away the silk so I can feel your beautiful skin..."

"Oooh, yes! You too, Master. I want this to feel good for both of us."

"Umm, just let me... there."

"How do you want me, Master? On my back, my legs in the air? Or do you want me on my belly, spread out and open for you?"

*groan*

"Tell me, Master." *moan, rustle* "Tell me how you want me. Let me be your hands -- tell me how you would touch me if you had me there in your bed."

*ragged breathing* "On your back. Touching your chest, your torso. And... running a finger lightly down the length of your throat. I love to watch you arch your neck, offer it to me to touch, to taste."

"Mmmmmmm. I can feel your hands trace my collar bones before you slide them further down. You always know just how to touch my -- oh! -- my nip-nipples... make me crazy, make me so hard I can't stand it, just by touching them, licking...sucking...oh, Master..."

"Force, Obi-Wan! Can almost taste you...so sweet. Want to nibble that delicious bit of skin behind your left ear, run my hands over your ribs, stroke your belly, tease you by running a finger around your navel. I know how that makes you squirm; want you to squirm for me now."

"Ohhhhhhhh! Feels so good! I can feel your hands moving lower --"

*low chuckle* "Not so fast, Padawan."

"Masterrrrrrrrr!"

"No. I'm not done worshipping you yet."

*gasp*

"Before I touch you where I know you want me most, I run my hands over your sharp hipbones... mmm, you're a work of art... and then stroke your inner thighs, touch ...ohh... touch you just there, where I know it will make you open your legs for me..."

"Ungh! Please, Qui!"

"Such a wanton you are! You make me want to taste the places where your legs join your body, the sweet space ...mmmmhh... behind your balls, run my tongue over your sac where your skin is, oh, so soft..."

"Gods! Pleasepleaseplease! Could drown in you, Qui; touch your beautiful big body, all laid out for me. Want to suck you, make you hard for me..."

"Mmmmmm, touch yourself, love. Ahhhhhhhhh... Want to swallow you whole, taste you forever. Can you feel me?"

"Hnnnh!! Yesssssss! Mmmhhh. I'm so hard, Qui; so hard for you. Feels... oooh... so good! Not as good as you, though. Never feels as good when it's my hands instead of yours. Want you, Master, want your... ahhh... your touch instead of mine."

"Ohhhhhhh! Take... take two fingers, love, put them in your mouth; get them wet for me."

"Mmmmphmmmmllllllllmmmh"

"Oh, that's right, now... ooooh, now touch yourself, open your gorgeous body for me."

"Nnnnng! M'close, Qui, so close!"

"Not... oh, Force!... not yet, Obi-Wan! Not until I'm inside you."

"Oh, yes! Ooooooh, fuck me, Qui! Need you, want you, love you; love you so much...!"

"Force! Such a mouth on you! Beautiful mouth, beautiful boy, beautiful body... Always so tight for me..."

"Gaaaaaah! Not gonna last, Qui, can't ..."

"Huuuunh... Fuck...fuck yourself for me..."

"GODS!"

"MINE!"

"Oh, yes yours!"

"Now... Oh, Force, NOW, Obi-Wan!!"

"Ohhhh... oh, fuck me... oh oh OH!! QUIIIIIIIIIIIII!! Aww!! Yesyesyesyes!"

"NnnnnnNNNNGGGGAAAAAAH!!! Huunh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh... Obi-Wannnnnnnnnnn..."

*pantpantpant* "Ooooooh, Master! ... Master? ... Still there?"

"...*grumble*..."

"Qui?"

"Yes." *wheeze* "Yes, you wicked little imp, I'm here. Dropped the damned commlink."

"Hahaha! Force, you really got into it once we got started. You enjoyed that, then?"

"You ask?! I'm very surprised I haven't got Palace security in here, wondering who died. It's a miracle the walls are still standing. I should think it would be obvious that I enjoyed that, beloved."

*snicker* "Hear that?" Pause. "That is the sound of your Padawan being terribly smug."

"Mmmmmmm, and he should be, after that performance."

"I... I'm glad you... I... Force, Qui, that was intense. And here I was afraid you'd play the I'm-on-a-mission card and hang up on me. I'm so glad you didn't."

*chuckle* "You should know by now that there is very little I can refuse you. You are my heart, Obi-Wan, my Light."

"I... Oh, Qui, I miss you."

"I miss you, too, love. This mission should wrap up soon, though. I'll be home in a very few days."

"Good. Rest well, then. You'll need to recharge before you get here."

"Oh?"

"Oh, yes. After that... I want a replay. In person."

"Mmmmm. Sounds like an excellent idea."

"Can't wait! I should let you get some sleep, Master. Be safe, and hurry home."

"I will."

"I love you, Qui-Gon."

"And I you, my own."

*beep!*

Fin.