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Rating: R

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Summary: Emu's challenge. Obi-Wan asks: "Is that an erection Master?"

"Is that an erection Master?"

Qui-Gon sighed. The man was gorgeous, but clueless. "No Obi-Wan. I have my lightsaber in my pocket."

"Oh." The sarcasm was lost on Obi-Wan. He chewed on his lower lip thoughtfully. Qui-Gon watched festinated as the perfect white teeth worked the lip, turning it pink. "Why?"

Obi-Wan licked his upper lip, moistening it. Qui-Gon's erection grew a bit stiffer. "Uh, to keep it warm."

"Okay." The padawan's hand unconsciously moved across his bare chest to scratch an itch above his nipple. The fingers then moved down to the nipple itself. The pink flesh hardened. "Dose it work better when it's warm?"

"Yes. Warm." Qui-Gon stared at the nipple. He watched the fingers play with it. His eyes then moved back to the swollen lip. His loins started to ache. "Hot."

"Maybe I should try it."

"Yes. You should."

"Are you all right, Master? Your face is red and you're sweating." He scratched his other nipple. "You seem a bit distracted."

"I'll be fine."

Obi-Wan stuck his finger into his mouth. He started to chew on it with worry. It was a habit that Qui-Gon hoped the padawan would never lose. "Are you sure? You seem to be breathing a bit heavily."

"I feel great; young and spry again."

"Maybe you need a hug." Obi-Wan threw his arms around Qui-Gon.

The master felt the lithe body press against his. He smelt Obi-Wan's hair and felt his skin. Most of all, he felt his erection press against the young man.

"Was that a moan?" Obi-Wan asked, still pressed to his master. "You really are ill!"

With a second moan, Qui-Gon came. "Fine," he breathed. "I'll be fine."

The End