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Archive: MA
Category: Qui/Obi, Humor, Crossover
Disclaimers: The boys in here belong to George Lucas and the Disney Corp. My, my, life is unfair...
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Senate session No. 17837949347: Debate on Education Finances -- lunch break
Notes: I used to abhor the ice cream ads in our cinema: lipstick-plastered girls doing something close to fellatio to ice lollies. But then I left the here and now, used my imagination to cut those lipstick ladies out and suddenly there was fun...
Feedback: yes please
Thanks to: Many owlish thanks to Tem-ve for the beta-reading (and the comma shifting...). Due to her questions and tips regarding pizza, vanilla and the conscientiousness of Jedi knights I changed the text a little bit after the beta. Therefore, all mistakes left are mine.
It was a trial.
An ordeal, to be precise.
It was hot. Boring. The oxygen level lower than recommended for human life forms.
Obi-Wan tried to stifle his yawns.
Stay conscious!
Don't sleep!
He glanced at his Master and Master Yoda.
If they could survive this with serenity, he would, too.
At least, he prayed he would.
Eventually, five minutes before he surrendered to utmost despair, the bell rung.
The doors opened and the participants of the Senate meeting about education and its finances left the conference room for lunch break.
It was summer on Coruscant, one of those rare days where you could see more sunlight than smog, and most of the senators and lobbyists ate some fast food in the Senate gardens. With a glass of juice and something sticky sold as Corellian pizza Obi-Wan felt better by the minute. His Master and Master Yoda were still talking with the Secretary for Education and three senators, horsetrading over money for the Temple's initiate program. Fundraising. The Order was a non-profit organization, therefore the Order depended on the Senate's money. But any suggestions to change that were regarded as heresy. So they had to be in this conference every year--and bored to death, Obi-Wan added.
"Want some ice cream?" The long-haired fellow with the red headband and jewelry in his hair carried a box adorned with blue-yellow parrots. The box radiated a refreshing cold. He opened it and took out a small package, wrapped in paper, printed with a parrot too. "Comes from the Caribbean planets. Little advertising campaign of Senator Turner," he slurred as if lightly stoned. "Have a try." He gave the package to Obi-Wan and offered the Masters and Senators some, too, but they refused. Obi-Wan watched him go away. Sexy walk--no: swagger. Should try to copy that at the next opportunity...
He read the discription: Rum-flavoured vanilla ice-cream with chocolate. Whatever that was ... He opened the paper and found a cold, dark bar inside with a little wooden handle at one end. It smelled cold and sweet. Strange mix. He looked at the packaging again. Caribbean planets? Ah, yes, he remembered: Some backwater planets in the middle rim, once notorious for their pirates. Now, following the change of the transport routes, they were little more than a miserable developing region that had joined the Republic last year to export some agrarian products and parrots.
Well, helping the developing regions was becoming to a Jedi, and this thing radiated refreshment enough to be welcome in this weather.
He sniffed at it.
Not bad.
He bit into it.
Ouch!
The dark mass mass cracked and his teeth made contact with the much icier interior.
He swore aloud and covered his mouth with his hand--more to warm his teeth than in embarrassment at his cursing. Nevertheless, Qui-Gon gave him a reprimanding look, and Master Yoda's gimmer stick hit his shins. Cursing Padawans in front of the minister were no testimonial for the Order.
"Please excuse me." Obi-Wan said with an extra deep bow, and then he was after the guy with the dangerous food.
"You did what?" the Caribbean senator's aide shook his head and took the ice lolly from Obi-Wan's hand. "No, lad, this is how it's done!"
He leered at Obi-Wan, and the Padawan frowned at that sight and also at the sight of his makeup and his strange beard with beads. Despite of all that or because of it--Obi-Wan wasn't sure of that at the moment--the guy was extremely handsome.
Obi-Wan's frown deepened and the aide chuckled and winked at him.
"Make love to it, savvy?" His tongue snuck out between a pair of lush lips and touched the white stuff that the chocolate mass was filled with.
His smile became mischievous and he started to lick and suckle at the lolly in such a way that Obi-Wan's mind was suddenly attacked by totally different associations. Images. Wishful thoughts, to be honest. Shielding, Kenobi...
Captivated, he watched the sweet disappear lengthways in the other man's mouth. The guy hissed in playful delight, closing his kohl-rimmed eyes for a moment, just to open them and blink to the Padawan while he pulled the ice very slowly out of his pouting mouth. Molten chocolate and white goo covered his lips, and he wiped it away with a finger just to give it a lascivious lick, followed by a blissful moan.
"That's the way you'll have fun," he smirked, "Biting into it is rather cruel." He flashed Obi-Wan a smile, that showed--strangely enough--some golden teeth. "But if you wanna do it..." He nibbled very delicately down the side of the lolly, taking some of the chocolate covering off: "Take what you can. Give nothing back..."
He opened his box and handed Obi-Wan two new packages. "Go and learn to do it properly, lad. By the way, three hours training a day is a measure recommended by Senator Turner."
He sauntered away to offer his ice-cream to a delegation of Wookiees, and Obi-Wan caught himself staring at the man's ass. Stars above, that's a way to dress up, too, he thought, smiling at the idea of surprising his Master dressed like that... let my sash hang down, tie my tunics that wide open and add some beads to my braid...
He pouted to hide the grin that spread over his face. That attire would catch his Master's attention! On the other hand, it would just as likely lead to a kick in my ass, instead of his cock there, fucking me until I pass out ... oops, shielding, Kenobi, keep up the shielding and calm down ...
Returning to his Master, he opened the first package. When eaten the Caribbean way, the ice dessert tasted bitter-sweet outside, delicious and creamy inside and held a tinge of alcohol. A forbidden pleasure, but the Masters were still talking about money and donations in kind.
He stayed a few steps away and attended to the ice-lolly. The--not so--strange thing was that he wasn't inclined to close his eyes like the Caribbean aide had done. No, his gaze was glued to his Master while he slowly pushed the lolly between his lips, in, out, in, out, licking away some melting chocolate, suckling at the vanilla cream. Like he would like to lick--well, be honest to yourself Kenobi--not his Master's fingers, not his lips, but his cock. No, first his cock, then his fingers, then the lips, and after that the whole of Qui-Gon Jinn. Getting a hard-on because of a fantasy-peppered ice dessert was a new sensation, but definitely a great one.
One of the senators gave him a knowing look and an encouraging smile.
Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow, and the Senator turned away as if nothing had happened.
The old rule 'cold helps against hot' appeared not to pertain to ice-lollies, and Obi-Wan indulged in letting his gaze wander over Qui-Gon's body and dreaming behind his shields. Very strong shields, by the way. Erected to conceal some other... well, erection. This way it was real fun to support the agrarian export of developing regions.
Until Qui-Gon Jinn turned around.
"Padawan Kenobi! Follow me!"
Fuck!
When he was 'Padawan Kenobi'--not 'Padawan' or 'Obi-Wan' but 'Kenobi'--he was something like 'Kenobi the Hutt' or 'Darth Obi-Wan': deep down in trouble.
Qui-Gon strode into the building.
He opened a door, shoved Obi-Wan inside, and slammed that door shut, added a lock with the Force.
"What have you done behind my back, Padawan, to make Senator Palpatine want to do these... unspeakable things to you!"
"Uh... nothing, Master." Well, now that he recalled the senator's smile, it was a leer, beyond all doubt. "I didn't want do cause any harm, Master."
His Master glared at him, looming over him: "Obi-Wan Kenobi, if I have learned to dread one sentence during the last eight years then it is 'I didn't want to cause any harm, Master'! What have you got there!"
"It's called ice-cream." Yes, now it was definitely melting to cream. His fingers were covered in sticky vanilla sauce. He sipped at the dripping ice, took the melting lolly with the other hand, hastily put his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean.
An audible intake of breath made him look up.
Made him see a look on his Master's face he had always dreamt of: astonished. Astonished, but charmed.
He stared at Qui-Gon. Yes ...
The Jedi Master's shields came up, faking serenity.
Silence.
The two Jedi stared at each other.
A drop of the vanilla goo rolled down Obi-Wan's fingers, fell and landed with an audible 'splat' on the parquet flooring.
Master Jinn cleared his throat. "Well, Padawan," he said in a somewhat tight voice, "You better eat this before everything gets dirty."
Obi-Wan nodded. Gratefully. Mischievously. First, because the cream was actually melting faster and dripping, second... his tongue snuck out to give the mass a stabilizing lick. At the side, the front, the other side. Melting, the bar easily transformed into a tube. The taste was now even better, the flavour of alcohol and vanilla stronger than in its frozen state.
He caught a piece of the chocolate with the tip of his tongue just in time before it slipped down from the vanilla cream, slurped it with a mouthful of sweet vanilla mash. Yum. Delicious. Even more so under his Master's fascinated stare.
His Master's eyes were transfixed on him, on his lips, to be precisely, and he gave Qui-Gon a triumphant grin, when he finally had sucked all the cream off and presented a clean wooden handle. "Done, Master!"
His Master didn't flinch, but his eyes narrowed in a shade of discomfiture.
Well, Obi-Wan was eager to be a good Padawan as always--and also the imp his Master sometimes called him.
"That guy from the Caribbean was so kind to give me one more, too." He held the package to Qui-Gon. "May I suggest you try it before it melts?"
The package seemed to shrink in his Master's big hand. Maybe it was because of the heat radiating off Qui-Gon's skin.
Damn those robes, Obi-Wan thought and--while Qui-Gon tore the paper open--he took the opportunity to lower his gaze. At his Master's groin.
As he looked up he nearly passed out seeing the ice-cream disappear between his Master's lips.
He held his breath.
"Nice refreshment, Padawan." his Master commented. Perfectly serenely.
Then he licked his lips. Slowly.
Obi-Wan gasped.
"Any problems, Padawan?"
"No, Master." His shaky voice proved his words to be false.
"Control, Padawan!" Qui-Gon said, the crinkles at his eyes unmistakably showing his amusement now, "You're right, it's rather delicious."
Taking the dessert with the right hand, he licked his fingers of the left, finishing the last one with a smack.
Obi-Wan groaned and fell to his knees.
"Are you not well, Obi-Wan?" Master Jinn asked, "I see, there's some alcohol in it. Let's have a look at the declaration on the packaging ... 'rum flavoured'--but only two percent. That shouldn't knock out a senior Padawan.."
Obi-Wan hit his forehead on the floor and groaned aloud.
"Padawan, a Jedi is on his knees only for meditation, never in defeat."
When Obi-Wan looked up with a sigh, he saw an outstretched hand, as if Qui-Gon wanted to help him up.
But there was a stain on it. A splinter of the chocolate covering on the tip of Qui-Gon's middle finger.
Obi-Wan glanced at his Master's face.
Saw an enchanting smile. "Well, Padawan?"
Well... very well, indeed. Obi-Wan took his Master's hand into his own, bowed his head, and took the stained finger into his mouth. Sucked it until the chocolate was sweet, moist cream and sucked somewhat more until there was only the taste of Qui-Gon Jinn.
Vanilla goo splashed on the floor, as the Master forgot to finish his lunch because of his Padawan feasting on his finger.
Obi-Wan chuckled, and realized with glee what the hum of his voice did to his Master, when Qui-Gon's other hand came down to caress his face, smearing dripping vanilla pap onto his lips.
Yesssss.
But what Obi-Wan really wanted, needed now... right now...
He grabbed his Master's hips, ground his face into Qui-Gon's groin. Oh yes. There it was.
Better than all ice cream lollies.
Hot. Hard. Throbbing for him...
"Padawan, don't!"
Hard fingers dug into his shoulders.
No, this time he wouldn't be the obedient little apprentice.
He closed his lips over his Master's erection, panted hot breath through the fabric that separated him from his no longer secret need.
//Want you, Master, want you so badly...//
His hands went up under Qui-Gon's tunics, found the waistband of his leggings, yanked them down.
"Obi-Wan!"
Ha, so at least he wasn't 'Kenobi the Hutt' anymore!
His lips closed around his Master's cock, tasting salt and sweat and heat and what he needed most now: his Master.
Take what you can...
He swallowed until his gag reflex made him stop.
His Master shuddered. His hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders cramped, then relaxed, wandered up his neck, stroked the nape of his neck, his hair.
"Obi-Wan, please ... don't if you don't really want to..." Qui-Gon gasped.
Words weren't necessary anymore, a suckle was answer enough.
A second one, and his Master was panting.
A third one and he squirmed.
All Jedi control broke like chocolate cover on rum enhanced vanilla ice-cream, Obi-Wan sucking and fondling his beloved with greed, the Master steadying himself on his Padawan's shoulders, afraid his knees would give under this onslaught of sensation.
"Padawan, nooo!" He came too fast, surprised to hear himself cry out, being held upright by Obi-Wan's strong embrace, the boy's lips still caressing his penis, his teeth nibbling at it.
"Obi-Wan, please!" With that he sagged on the floor, suddenly at eye-level with his apprentice. The kiss held a taste that was no ice cream at all.
"Oh Force..."
When Qui-Gon returned back to full consciousness, they were lying on the floor, fighting for breath.
He felt a pang of conscience that he hadn't given his apprentice release, but as he groped for Obi-Wan's leggings there was a wet spot on the front. And strong, rising flesh against his hand under the fabric.
Qui-Gon smiled at his Padawan and saw a rapt grin. "I don't think we're finished with lunch break yet, Master," he said impishly.
"Fine. That's the best lunch break I ever had." He covered Obi-Wan's lips with his own. //Delicious.//
An unhappy Senator Turner paced in front of his office and had no clue why the lock of his office didn't respond to his key card. He was a techie by education, a blacksmith to be precise, but those damned doors on Coruscant seemed to be constructed totally differently from the ones on his home planet Por'Troyal.
After a while he gave it up and went looking for his mate. With a bit of luck there would at least be an ice-lolly left.
Some minutes later a comlink beeped under an untidy pile of robes, sashes and tunics that made a makeshift bedding on Senator Turner's parquet floor.
Qui-Gon cursed in a way not becoming a Jedi Master.
"No! Concentrate on the moment, Master, pleeease..."
Master Jinn sighed in surrender. They were too late for the session anyway, and there was no danger (except for the Senators who had to endure Master Yoda's speech), so why not stay here for some more minutes... or half an hour, an hour or two?
Especially when the 'moment' was this hot!
A little green Jedi Master sat in the Senate building's reception hall waiting patiently for his companions.
When the two human Jedi finally returned, he harrumphed.
"Missed the whole session you have, Padawans!" he said sternly, "And these exhausted looks and stains on your tunics Jedi become not!" He harrumphed again, but then he cackled, "But good news there are: pushed through all our budget for the next year Senator Palpatine has." He hit Qui-Gon's shins with his stick. "When tomorrow we are talking about the spacecrafts bring your Padawan with you again you must, Qui-Gon. Buy for Obi-Wan that iced cream dessert, you will! Finally the Order its own freighters will have."
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