Love Lessons II - Another Very Tiny Tale

by Augusta Pembrooke ( a_pembrooke@yahoo.com )

Category: Humor, chan, PWP

Pairing: Q/O, O/other

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Obi-Wan gets some more practice.

Archive: MA and https://www.squidge.org/~pumpkin/augusta/augusta.htm

Warnings: Underage Obi-Wan, humor, smut. This series of tales is set in a universe and Jedi Order in which it is expected that Masters train their Apprentices in appropriate sexual behaviors. While such training takes place within a loving trust-relationship, it also begins earlier than many readers may feel comfortable with, at the onset of puberty. This means that this story will involve sexual relations between a young teen and his adult mentor. If this bothers you, or offends you, you are advised to read no further.

Author's note: I am 're-using' my "Pleasure Boy" characters s'Lantha and Targo here, but this story is not in that 'reality'. What does it mean when you 'AU' your own characters? Would medication help?

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Qui-Gon looked up from his reading when a rather pensive Obi-Wan returned home for the evening. He headed straight for the pantry, and returned with a large bottle of k'lud, which he questioningly raised in his Master's direction. When Qui-Gon shook his head at the implied invitation, Obi-Wan took a large swig directly from the bottle, ignoring his Master's look of amused displeasure, and sat down on the floor in front of him.

"Weird day today," he offered as a conversational gambit.

"Weird? You were on kitchen duty - how weird can that get?" Qui-Gon was well aware that where his Padawan was concerned, weird can happen anywhere, but he was always amazed, nevertheless.

Obi-Wan thought for a minute before proceeding. "Master, you know my buddy s'Lantha? And his master?"

"Of course I know s'Lantha and Targo - there are days when I think s'Lantha lives here. I've considered suing Targo for padawan-support."

"Well, Targo's spending an awful lot of time with that pretty knight, Whatshername," Obi-Wan explained. "S'Lantha feels a little... du trop? He thinks they're going to bond soon."

"Ah, Kirabarra... she was Targo's first Padawan, you know," Qui-Gon mentioned casually.

"Masters can life-bond with their former Padawans?" Obi-Wan looked intrigued.

"Of course they can. Why ever not?" Qui-Gon found it interesting to actually watch an idea taking root in his clever little apprentice's mind. Then Obi-Wan returned to the issue he was wanting to discuss with his Master.

"Well, I'm a little worried about him - s'Lantha, I mean." Obi-Wan shook his head sadly. At Qui-Gon's go-on look, he continued, "I don't think his master is teaching him ... the lessons you're teaching me. You know... " small giggle "... the fun ones?"

Qui-Gon smiled fondly at his apprentice. "You mean the only lessons I don't have to threaten you with a stick to make you apply yourself to?" He became grave. "I'm not altogether surprised at this; I did warn him when he selected a male Padawan. You see, Obi-Wan, I'm afraid Targo is one of those people who can only find one gender sexually appealing, and unfortunately, s'Lantha is the wrong gender."

Obi-Wan's eyes got very round. Qui-Gon went on, "Now, you mustn't blame Targo. There really isn't anything he can do. Some people are just born to prefer one gender and only one, and there's nothing wrong with that, per se. It could be argued that Targo ought not to have picked a male Padawan, since he knew that there was an important part of his education that he would not be able to address personally. And I did say something to him at the time. But he was so taken with s'Lantha that he had to have him. I only wish his infatuation had extended to ... well, the whole way."

Obi-Wan looked suitably solemn. For about ten seconds. Then he was grinning again. "Well, as long as a guy has friends, right? I was showing him some of the good stuff today." He started laughing.

Qui-Gon tried to look shocked. He failed rather miserably. Finally, in a fading voice, he asked, "On kitchen duty?"

Obi-Wan nodded, trying to quell his giggling. "I... I bolted the scullery door!" He fell over backwards.

Qui-Gon pursued, intrigued. "And did your friend appreciate your tutelage, my Padawan?"

A smothered "I'll say!" from the floor. Then Obi-Wan jumped up and came to sit beside his master, insinuating his arms around Qui-Gon's waist and snuggling his face into his tunic. "Wasn't as much fun as with you, of course..."

"Naturally," Qui-Gon teased, stroking his Padawan's hair. Then he was groaning, as the enterprising apprentice unfastened his trousers and went delving within. "Oooobi-Wan," he sighed, as Obi-Wan slid down to apply his mouth to what he found there. The diligent student had clearly learned his lessons well

"And what techniques did you introduce young s'Lantha to?" Qui-Gon gasped between moans.

"Well," a muffled voice said, "... we got through lesson one..." silence as lesson one was recapped for the helpless Qui-Gon. "... I hit on the main points of lesson two..." Here followed a brief summary of lesson two. "...and we even got part of the way into lesson three..."

Qui-Gon writhed captive beneath his Padawan's ministrations. Why, oh WHY did he ever include delaying techniques in lesson three? "Obi-Wan, PLEASE!" he begged.

As luck would have it, Obi-Wan needed a little more practice on lesson three; he was unable to prevent Qui-Gon's explosive orgasm for long. As soon as he was able, the stunned Jedi Master dragged his smug apprentice into his arms and kissed him ruthlessly.

"Obi-Wan, you little sadist," he growled threateningly, "tonight you are going to beg me for hours."

"Oh, promises, promises," his irrepressible trainee was grinning. He obviously needed further instruction in respecting his elders. Qui-Gon wondered briefly if thrusting his tongue into Obi-Wan's naughty mouth was an appropriate chastisement, then decided it couldn't hurt...

Quite some time later, Qui-Gon murmured into Obi-Wan's hair, "You know, if we want any dinner, we'd better get moving."

"Screw dinner," Obi-Wan mumbled, but his Master was standing up, and dragging the indolent apprentice with him. "Okay, okay... " He began straightening out his and his Master's clothing. "Um... Master? At dinner?"

Qui-Gon gave him a questioning look.

"S'Lantha and I... well, you know how it is when you're... what I'm trying to say is...You might want to avoid the mashed potatoes."

"I will make every effort to do so," an awed Qui-Gon told him.

Mace Windu liked Qui-Gon; they'd been friends just about forever. Sometimes, however, he found him unnecessarily inscrutable. And now it seems that it was rubbing off on that nice young apprentice.

For instance, why did the young man crash over backwards in his chair as Mace returned to the table, and why, once he righted himself, did he mumble something about an appointment and race out of the dining hall? What kind of appointment could a young man his age have at this time of night? Suddenly Mace wondered if it were an assignation, and smiled.

He was going to quiz Qui-Gon about his apprentice's evening plans, but changed his mind. Qui-Gon was staring in fascination at Mace's re-filled dinner plate.

"Qui-Gon?" he tried.

Qui-Gon looked up, his face carefully blank. "Mace, I really think it's time you took on another Padawan."

Mace looked at him in inquiry, but Qui-Gon was back to staring at his plate again.

Qui-Gon continued "...because there's clearly something missing from your diet."

And now there HE went, bolting out of the hall, his shoulders shaking convulsively. Mad, the pair of them, Mace thought, as he tucked into his mashed potatoes.

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