Series: During TPM, on route to Coruscant from Tattoine
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Silly. No betas, the plot bunny ate them.
Spoilers: A few, including why Darth Vader hates spiders and
what juicy secrets R2 carries around with him.
Disclaimer: All characters owned by Lucas and Lucasfilms, no
money made by me, for entertainment purposes only. Young'ins
and faint of heart...stop searching the Net for smut!
"It's a good thing that tongue is used for the Light side of
the Force..." panted Obi-Wan as he writhed under his Master,
his mind being slowly blown like an over-heated hyperdrive. He
lay on his back on the narrow bunk of the Queen's flagship,
naked to the waist and sliding his lower half against the thigh
of his Jedi Master in a wanton rhythm. Said Master was also
partially naked, his skirmish with the tattooed Sith causing
him to appreciate and love his student all the more, and a
blazing desire to express that love in a manner that would
leave them both spent and sticky.
"My saber is pretty deadly too," Qui-Gon teased.
"Oh yesssss," hissed the younger man as he felt Qui-Gon's teeth
graze over the hard, red nub on his chest which Qui-Gon was
making a meal of.
"What're you guys doing?"
Qui-Gon froze in mid-nibble, Obi-Wan's eyes flashed open and he
took in Anakin Skywalker's innocent, wide-eyed face. The boy
had just wandered into their cabin without so much as a knock!
Qui-Gon's head rose to look at his Padawan, whose face was
blossoming red. The older man decided now was not the time for
a lesson in male love and his mind searched frantically for an
explaination to give the boy.
"Uhm...," began Obi-Wan, "It's...uh..space spiders."
"Space spiders?" asked Anakin with a scrunched expression on
his small face.
"Space spiders?" echoed Qui-Gon, scowling at his Padawan for
coming up with such a lame excuse, but curious as to how
Obi-Wan was going to wiggle out of this one.
"Uh yeah, they bite you. When you sleep." Obi-Wan affected a
lecturing tone.
Anakin was still curious. "But why was Master Qui-Gon su...."
"You have to get the poison out! You know. Before it causes
damage." Obi-Wan was sweating now. Qui-Gon bit his lip to keep
from laughing and tried his best to scowl at his Padawan for
such a blatant lie. He would have to discipline him once the
boy left. Which of course gave him all sorts of ideas, which
only made his erection stiffen and remind him to send Anakin on
his way.
"Annie, it will be alright. We...got the poison in time. Go
back to your quarters and go to sleep." Qui-Gon was relieved to
see the boy shrug and leave the room, cheerily offering
goodnights. Once the door closed, Obi-Wan rocketed off the bed
and paced, trying to work off his nervous energy.
"Padawan, I'm surprised at you! Lying to the boy like that."
"I'm sorry Master, it really rattled me. I didn't even feel any
change in the Force when he came to the door."
Qui-Gon sighed, slipping his robe on and handing Obi-Wan his.
"I know, but he's spent his life as a slave. He's probably
taught himself how to skulk about unnoticed by manipulating the
Force. Here, let's go get something warm to drink. Then we can
come back here and teach you a lesson." Obi-Wan's knees
trembled at the sultry sound of that last sentence, but thanks
to his Jedi training, he was able to walk out of their quarters
without collapsing into a puddle.
The ship was quiet and deserted, most of the crew asleep.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan shared a hot drink from the food machines
and Qui-Gon was alternately sipping it and laving his Padawan's
ear with his warm tongue. Obi-Wan's eyes were just beginning to
cross and he began moaning in delight, tiny shivers racing over
his skin and causing his sensitive nipples to contract. Qui-Gon
pressed his lean body against his back and rubbed back and
forth.
"Whassa yous doin?"
"Ooooh...aah!" Caught up in sensation, Obi-Wan had sensed the
ripple of the Force too late. Jar Jar's head was already poked
around the side of the wall, eyeing them curiously. Qui-Gon
jumped back from his apprentice and they hastily folded their
billowing robes over their bulging fronts. This time, Obi-Wan
waited smugly for his Master to provide the explanation.
"He...uh, had some of that orange sauce from dinner in his ear.
I can't imagine how it got there..." Qui-Gon wilted somewhat
under his Padawan's arched eyebrow stare. Clearly the lesson he
had been meaning to teach the young man about honesty was going
to fall on deaf ears tonight.
"Ooooh! Meesa luuuv da ginnerish sauce. Da ears not de
best place for it, but meesa can help! I got de best ting for
it." Before the two Jedi could stop him, Jar Jar had extended
his formidable grey tongue and shoved it into Obi-Wan's ear.
The slick, mobile appendage wriggled and tickled, causing
Obi-Wan to squirm and shudder. Qui-Gon watched as his Padawan
got the most amazed smile on his face. He appeared to enjoy the
Gungan's attention, so Qui-Gon quickly thanked Jar Jar and
herded his lover back to their room with a quick smack on his
impertinant behind.
Sometime later, young Anakin Skywalker decided space pretty
much sucked. It was too cold, and he needed to go to the
bathroom again. On his way back from the little
Padawan's room, he passed Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's cabin
door. Focusing his hearing, he could make out the soft moaning
of the Jedi apprentice. Anakin wondered if perhaps the young
man was suffering from his spider bite and thought he would
offer his help, but found the cabin door would not open. At
first he was puzzled, but then remembered his mother would
often accidentally lock herself in her room, especially when
that droid seller stayed over for dinner. Luckily, she had
Anakin to help her out. If it wasn't for his skills with all
things mechanical, she would probably still be there! Deftly
disabling the locking mechanism, Anakin shook his head as he
strode into the room. It amazed him how adults managed without
him around.
Obi-Wan indeed seemed to be suffering greatly. He was moaning
and thrashing his head back and forth on the bed, his naked
skin sheened with sweat. It took Anakin a moment to locate
Qui-Gon, but the large lump under the blanket that covered
Obi-Wan's lower half had to be the Jedi Knight, as bare legs
and a naked rump were sticking out. Curiously, the lump that
would have been Master Qui-Gon's head seemed to be moving up
and down under the blanket. Anakin was about to ask what was
happening and if he could help when the young apprentice looked
over at him and choked.
Right in the middle of the most righteous orgasm he had had in
a while, Obi-Wan spotted Anakin standing by the bed
again. Barely able to speak, he grabbed Qui-Gon's
bobbing head and tried to alert his Master.
"Anakin! Anakin!"
Qui-Gon, having greedily devoured his student's pearly essence,
became disturbed by having his lover scream out the boy's name
as he came. He lifted the covers to grouse at his Padawan, who
immediately slammed them back down over his head. He tried
again, only to be roughly shoved back under. Perturbed, he
nipped Obi-Wan's thigh and stuck his head out the side, only to
come face to belly with Anakin himself.
"Anakin! What...what are you doing here?"
"I heard Obi-Wan and I thought I'd help. Is he worse? What were
you doing under there?"
Qui-Gon dove back under the covers and emerged from the top,
noticing his apprentice's grin of satisfaction and mirth. "He
uh..well.....um. Space spiders."
"Again? Is he gonna be alright?" The boy pointed at Obi-Wan,
who was all but purring.
"Oh, he'll be fine. He just needs some rest."
Just then a soft voice in the hall made Qui-Gon's blood run
cool.
"Anakin? Where are you?"
Helpful as always, Anakin ignored Qui-Gon's furiously shaking
head and called out to Padme. "I'm in Master Qui-Gon's room.
Obi-Wan is sick."
Worried that the young Jedi was ill, the Queen's handmaiden
rushed into the room and her pert little mouth dropped open
like a slack-jawed Gungan. The two Jedi were struggling to fit
themselves securely on the narrow sleeping pallet and stretch
the cover to fit over both their obviously naked bodies. Feet
and knees peeked out at odd angles while both men blushed
crimson. Padme, not one to be naive when it came to two men in
love, averted her eyes and fought the creep of blood to her own
cheeks.
"Annie, I was wondering why you weren't in your quarters
sleeping. We have a big day tomorrow, you should be getting
your rest." She wound an arm around Anakin's waist and herded
him out. Stealing a glance back over her shoulder, Qui-Gon gave
her a grateful smile. He heard Anakin's voice as they walked
down the corridor, "Are you afraid of space spiders Padme?"
Qui-Gon groaned as he dropped his head to his Padawan's chest.
"Do you think she will tell the Queen?" Obi-Wan fought down
hysterical giggles.
"Oh, I hope not. That's all we need." Qui-Gon sighed and stood,
dressing hurridly.
"Where are we going Master?" Obi-Wan shrugged into his own
robes again.
"Somewhere with some privacy, hopefully." He grabbed
Obi-Wan and kissed him roughly, grinding his frustrated,
throbbing cock into the young man's thigh. "I have an urge to
pound you until you see the rings of Vitaris." Obi-Wan wriggled
wickedly and slipped out into the corridor.
They prowled the ship, using the Force to locate the most
remote and deserted part they could find. A small chamber
seemed secluded enough, and they all but fell into the room,
kissing fiercely and shedding clothing. With speed that amazed
his apprentice, Qui-Gon had Obi-Wan bent over a piece of
machinery and three lubed fingers inside him. Obi-Wan closed
his eyes and pushed back. He loved being taken by his Master,
especially when the older man was at the breaking point like he
was now.
"Oh yes Master...that feels so good.." a shrill whistle from
below him seemed to agree. Obi-Wan jumped up, startled. "Ahhh!
Oh no...it's that R2 unit!"
Qui-Gon, his cock ready to burst, was beyond diplomacy. He
growled at the droid, "You so much as beep a word of this to
anyone and you'll spend the rest of your days as a can opener."
R2 D2 gave a low squeak of understanding. Qui-Gon, unable to
stand being watched by the droid, grabbed Obi-Wan's hips and
whirled him around to face the wall. He was going to have his
Padawan, and he was going to have him now! Neither man noticed
the red light which blinked on as Obi-Wan's hand touched the
comm panel marked "Shipwide."
"Oooohhhhhhh....Master....you're so big, uh.....that's it, make
me yours. Pound me, let me know I've been taken...oh....."
Qui-Gon slammed home into the sweet ass of his most treasured
Padawan. Grunting, he pulled back and drove home again, nipping
at Obi-Wan's shoulder.
"Tell me how much you love this my dear one....do you like it
rough?" Qui-Gon punctuated his question with quick jabs, making
Obi-Wan's cock bounce and throb.
"Yes...I love this....do it like that...yesssss....make me come
Master....oooh..." Obi-Wan felt his toes curl as Qui-Gon lost
his rhythm and poked him furiously. Waves of clear ecstasy
washed over him, making him scream and whimper in delight. "OH
QUI-GON!!! I LOVE YOU!! oh yess...mmmph..." Qui-Gon shouted
Obi-Wan's name and bit his ear as his seed spilled deep inside
his beloved. Both men sagged against the wall.
"Amazing accoustics in this hanger," Qui-Gon panted, trying to
collect his wits. "It has the weirdest echo." Obi-Wan lifted
his head and his Master felt a flood of fear from his
apprentice. "What is is Obi-Wan?"
Obi-Wan was staring fixedly at a panel in the wall. "Uhm...was
this light on when we came in here? Does red mean on, or off?"
"Ahhhhhhh.......!" Qui-Gon's scream bounced off the walls of
the ship before dropping into silence. In his quarters, Anakin
pulled another pillow over his head. The Queen was going to
have to do something about those damn space spiders.
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