Hidden Pleasures

by Master Yo-Gurt

ARCHIVE: MA, Stoeln Moments, anyone else who wants to have it (Riiiiight*g*)

AUTHOR's ARCHIVE: Stolen Moments at www.ravenswing.com/YoGurt

CATEGORY: Humor

RATING: NC-17

SERIES: Yes, following "Deceptive Manoeuvres" and "Any time, any place" in the "Opposites Attract" series.

PAIRING: Obi-Wan / other

WARNING: If the other two stories in this series curled your toenails, this might not be the story you're looking for!

SUMMARY: Hidden pleasures are the best!

DISCLAIMER: George, George, George!

NOTES: And the saga continues;) Aaahh, sweet, innocent soul who shares my days with blissful distraction! Thank you for pointing me this way again!

FEEDBACK: Sure, if you care at quigon_jinn21@hotmail.com

"Master ... oh Gods ... MASTAAHHH!"

Obi-Wan's cries were muffled by his hand, biting onto it to keep himself from screaming out his pleasure for all to hear.

"Oh Gods, oh Gods, ohhh, hhmmmmm" His sounds became gurgling and more like delighted gasps, his hips jerking upwards occasionally.

Laying on his back right under his favourite Shade Tree, Obi-Wan was propped onto his elbows on the soft grass of one of the contemplation gardens. Fully clothed, his booted feet were firmly planted on the ground, his legs spread apart, the folds of his robe tautly draped over his knees so in effect his clothes provided a tent, a cool little hideout for whoever was between his legs right now.

"Force, Master, please … I can't hold out any longer, please, please .... Hmmmm" His whimpers became more urgent until at last he let himself fall completely onto his back, mewling in soft little sobs, shooting his seed helplessly over his groin, his upper thighs.. Spend, he stretched his legs carefully on the ground, careful not to boot the Master, who had given him such pleasure and was still hunching under his robe between his legs, in the head.

"Thank you, Master! I learned so much today. I think my Master will like that twirl with the tongue next time I suck him! Thank you for demonstrating, sweetie!"

A snicker told Obi-Wan his comment had been appreciated, and closing his eyes he let his mind drift to what had happened just a few seconds ago.

"Always my pleasure, Obi, you make me feel so young again." With some rustling, a small figure was about to emerge from between Obi-Wan's legs when ...

"Oh no! Sith. Get back under there!" Obi-Wan's voice carried an urgency which wasn't to be ignored, and immediately his partner in pleasure disappeared under the Padawan's robes once again. The young man shifted to accommodate and better hide his par' amour from the view of the two Masters approaching his little hideaway.

As nonchalantly as he could, the Padawan re-arranged himself onto the grass, quickly producing a data pad, pretending to read.

"Not seen her for the whole morning, have I. Missing, she is. Wonder where she is, I am!" The agitated voice of Master Yoda drifted over to Obi-Wan's position as he continued to be very interested in his reading material.

"She never once has been late for a session of the Council, my Master. This is unusual for her, to be late I mean." Obi-Wan recognized the familiar voice, cringing. Why in Sith's Hell did the Masters so love these gardens when he was trying to relax, just a bit. Didn't Padawans have a right to relax, at times? And after this phenomenal blowjob, Obi-Wan was relaxed indeed!

As he feared, the two Masters began heading straight for his position, arguing agitatedly it seemed. He couldn't get up, but not to get up when any Master approached would be rude. It was then that he felt a sharp bite into his left ankle.

"AARGH! Damn....Hello Qui-Gon!" He simply couldn't help himself, even at the risk of having the two now very close Masters pay even closer attention to him.

"Obi-Wan, is there anything wrong, my Padawan. What happened?" Qui-Gon was making moves to kneel down next to the young man to examine whatever troubled him, when Obi-Wan quickly raised his hand, laughing. A bit puzzled, the older man remained standing, looking down at his Padawan, piercing him with his steel-blue eyes.

"Ah, just a cramp, Master. I'll be fine. Really! So, who are you looking for? Maybe I have seen them pass by?"

Another bite, this time into his right ankle, made the Padawan close his mouth, smiling underneath a huge wave of pain he quickly dissipated into the Force..

"Yaddle we seek. Not seen her anywhere, I have. Council meeting she needs to attend. In 15 minutes. If see her, you do ..."

"So sorry, Master Yoda. But I'm sure Master Yaddle will come ... uhm, attend the session as diligently as ever!" He felt very confident and proud of having evaded this obvious pitfall for now.

"Thank you, Padawan. And don't forget, we have saber training for later.?" Qui-Gon Jinn sounded cheerful, very much looking forward to his quality time with Obi-Wan.

Of course I'll be there, love. I won't forget. Just need to get that cramp out of my leg, and then I'll beat you fairly and squarely." He laughed when he saw the eagerness in his old Master's eyes.

"Don't be so certain of that. I might be older than you, but age does have it's advantages. I see you later, my Obi."

"Yes, Master. To both assertions!" He chuckled again and watched the two Masters leave.

"Phew! Close that was. And your Master, right he is. Old age does have plenty advantages! Run now, I should. Hate to be late, miss me Yoda does already. See you later, young one!"

With a somewhat melancholic glance he watched Yaddle straighten her own robes and leave to follow Yoda to their Council meeting. So much he would have liked to return the favour she had given him under that tree. So much he had learned from her about the finesse of the blowjob already, and he knew how much his Master loved all the new little twists he had introduced into their play lately.

Qui-Gon was a phantastic lover, Obi-Wan thought, but between his legs, no-one could beat Master Yaddle.

The END