Warnings: Have hose ready, horny Jedi ahead. Assumes O is not a
virgin and Q knows it.
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Qui-Gon treats himself to a helping of Padawan
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Disclaimer: Qui and Obi are not mine. But that doesn't stop
them from showing up and demanding that I write. They claim
they don't get enough (cough) exercise. (How many of us have
heard that line before?)
Briefly, Obi-Wan Kenobi wondered how in the Force he'd gotten
himself in to this mess. Then, he remembered. His fellow
Padawans decided that since he spent so much time off of
Coruscant that he should be acquainted with the exclusive club
that specifically catered to Jedi. A club that Obi-Wan had
never wanted to visit. One by one his friends deserted him
until only he was left with one of the specially trained
'entertainers'. A fancy word for whore. Now he wondered how to
gracefully refuse and make his escape.
He never got the chance. His Master, Qui-Gon Jinn, swept into
the main room of the club like an avenging angel. He looked
thunderous. When he caught sight of his apprentice, Obi-Wan
knew his life was over. He only hoped that his Master would
kill him quietly and privately.
To Obi-Wan's amazement, his Master bowed low and courteously to
the courtesan. "Forgive the intrusion, but it appears I must
bring my Padawan to heel."
The young man who'd been trying to get into Obi-Wan's pants
stood gracefully. He returned Qui-Gon's bow and gently caressed
the Master's cheek. "I envy you," he murmured huskily and took
his leave.
Obi-Wan sat in stunned amazement. His Master... he... oh dear
gods.
Qui-Gon reached down and seized the Padawan braid. He wrapped
it around his hand once using it to pull the younger man to his
feet.
"Come, Padawan."
Obi-Wan obediently followed, unsure of his Master. He opened
his mouth to protest when they bypassed the front door in favor
of the stairs. The Master tugged on the braid using it as a
leash.
"Quiet," he commanded.
The younger man subsided and decided to let this... whatever...
finish its course.
They stopped in front of an innocent looking door. Qui-Gon
palmed the door open.
//It was keyed to his hand// Obi-Wan thought numbly. Once
inside he felt the remnants of his Master's aura. //This room
is his//
"Oh, Force," he whispered tightly.
Qui-Gon turned and said, "Obi-Wan, if you truly want to leave,
say so now and this will never be mentioned again."
"Stay," the young man croaked. He cleared his throat and tried
again. "I want to stay." He paused and ran his tongue over his
lips. "Master."
Obi-Wan couldn't believe his audacity. Taunting his Master.
The older man pulled Obi-Wan closer wrapping the braid around
his hand once more. He grabbed the young man's face and took
his mouth in a ravishing kiss. Reaching down, he roughly
fondled the growing erection. He stroked and kissed
mercilessly, then gently thrust into Obi-Wan's anus with a
tendril of the Force. He swallowed the young man's scream of
pleasure and surprise but did not falter. He fucked Obi-Wan,
mind and body, until the young man screamed again and came
hard.
Qui-Gon placed his lover gently on the bed. He always knew his
apprentice was a sensualist. Now he could let that sensual
nature run free.
He reluctantly released the Padawan braid so he could remove
his clothes. Once naked, he swiftly covered Obi-Wan's sturdy
frame with his own.
"Obi-Wan," he whispered.
"Hmmm?" came the relaxed reply.
"I'm going to fuck you now."
"Okay," Obi-Wan sighed and stretched.
Qui-Gon opened his lover's thighs and wrapped them around his
waist. He moved into position and...
"Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan shouted.
The elder Jedi thrust in hard. He enjoyed the scream it
produced. He began to relentlessly pound his lover's ass while
kissing and biting Obi-Wan's face and neck. He trapped
Obi-Wan's hands with one of his and used the other to pull the
younger man's hips to him with more force.
"Qui-Gon, Master, please," Obi-Wan panted. His Master's weight
pinned him to the bed and his strong hands forbade free
movement. All he could do was take it.
The elder Jedi abruptly released Obi-Wan and sat back on his
heels.
"Master?" the young man whimpered.
Qui-Gon smiled gently at his apprentice and pulled the
quivering pelvis onto his lap managing to re-sheath himself in
Obi-Wan's body.
"My Obi-Wan, I want you masturbate for me." He watched his
Padawan's eyes grow wide. "I want you to tell me your favorite
fantasy while you stroke yourself. I want to hear you moan and
feel you thrash around. Begin."
Obi-Wan swallowed thickly. Oh Force. He reached down to gently
run his fingers along his swollen length. "I'm laying in my bed
and it's the middle of the night. You said that you'd be back
late because you were witnessing some Senate testimony. So, I'm
naked and wishing I had the courage to speak to you about my
feelings. If I can't have your hands, mine will have to
suffice."
The young man shifted on Qui-Gon's lap forcing the older man to
stifle a moan.
"I play with my nipples first knowing how sensitive they are.
Do you know how sensitive they are, Master? I hear you whisper
'yes'. I rub them with the tips of my fingers then lightly
pinch them. They begin to stiffen and I pinch harder."
Obi-Wan's hands followed his words.
"I know you'd love to suck them. I wish I could suck them. Get
them wet and aching for your mouth." Obi-Wan's hips began to
grind in tiny unconscious circles.
"My cock is so hard that it hurts. But it's a glorious kind of
hurt. It's the kind that makes me whimper and scream as I touch
it drawing out my pleasure. I want you to touch me, Master. 'I
will' I hear you say. I begin to pull and stroke myself hard
wanting to believe that you'd desire me." The hips moved
purposefully now rising and lowering with determination.
"I'm gasping your name when I hear a startled sound from my
bedroom door. The testimony ended sooner that you thought and
you came to see if I was still awake. You stand there watching
me. I'm too far gone to stop or be embarrassed. I smile at you
and yank hard while I squeeze my balls at the same time. I come
all over myself screaming your name."
Qui-Gon shook with the effort to control his desire to fuck
Obi-Wan senseless. The fantasy and taunting movements of his
apprentice conspired to drive him insane.
"Then, I hold out my come-wet hands and you cross over to me.
You take my hands and suck each finger clean then you tell me
to spread my legs."
Qui-Gon groaned and shoved himself forward deep into Obi-Wan's
ass. He silenced that tormenting mouth with his own and gave
his lover everything.
Obi-Wan, in some small part of his mind that could still think,
sighed happily. Sometimes dreams do come true.
They both tipped over the edge and their bodies jerked with the
strength of their orgasms.
"Did you like that fantasy, Master?" Obi-Wan asked after he
came back down to earth.
"In our bed, I am Qui-Gon," the Jedi said firmly. "And yes, I
did like it. Perhaps I'll tell you my fantasy about the naughty
Padawan later."
"Hmmmm," Obi-Wan sighed. "I can't wait."
Fin.
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