Disclamer: George Lucas owns them. I borrowed them and let them
run loose for a while before putting them back before he
noticed. They are a bit tired, but much happier now, promise. I
made no money for of this, nor will I. I don't have any money
either, so there .:P
Notes: This piece is Niel's fault for a comment made on #TPM. I
want to thank Gila for betaing this PWP. Any leftover errors
are not her fault, neither are they mine. Some evil Sith
probably did it to sabotage the transmission. :P Enjoy.
Additional Note: Gila will Like (Joke from #TPM, if Gila still
remembers.)
Archive: Yes to Master Apprentice. Please use Kalia as Author
Name. All others please ask.
Category: PWP
Feedback: Yes please.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's a PWP... guess.
Warnings: none
The sun beat down heavily across the green sand desert on Mabia
IV. One lone repulsorlift vehicle was headed away from the
capital city and to the spaceport on the other side of the
desert.
It came to a halt in the middle of the barren green wasteland.
The door of the transport opened slowly and reveling two men
wearing similar outfits. The shorter of the two quickly walked
to the front of the vehicle, lifted the hood and began to
search for the problem.
"I can repair it Master," the young man stated. "It will take a
bit of time though."
He then quickly entered the ship and came out a few minutes
later carrying a box against his bare chest. The older man
lifted an eyebrow when he saw the younger one appear outside; a
look of desire crept into his eyes.
Obi-Wan grabbed some tools out of the box, leaned over the edge
of the vehicle and began his repairs. Qui-Gon stood nearby
watching his butt wiggling as he was working. The young man
stood up, his face chest and back glistening with sweat.
"Sith, it's hot. How can you just stand there and not be
affected by it?" He walked over to the hatch of the vehicle,
and drank some cold water from a bottle.
Qui-Gon gulped as he watched the young man move around.
"Really, is it that hot? I hadn't noticed."
Obi-Wan went back to his work under the hood. Qui-Gon stood
closer to him this time, watching the reflection of the sun
dance across his Padawan's back as Obi-Wan's muscles rippled as
he worked.
"Master, can you hand me the lube?" questioned Obi-Wan.
Qui-Gon licked his lips and distractedly said "Lube, very good
idea." Quickly he snapped his mind back to the present, knelt
down and grabbed the bottle of lube Obi-Wan had requested from
the toolbox, then handed it to Obi-Wan.
A couple of moments later Obi-Wan handed the bottle back to
him. Qui-Gon was about to put the bottle back in the toolbox
when he ingredients for the lube caught his eye. Nothing
harmful in there, he mused, letting his mind wander back to
where it was before Obi-Wan had asked for the bottle.
"That should do it." Obi-Wan straightened up and closed the
hood. He was about to turn around when he was pressed against
the vehicle by his Master's body.
Kisses rained against his right shoulder, moving to his neck,
then down towards the small of his back. His pants were being
tugged down, so he moved his hands to help remove them.
"Stand still," said Qui-Gon as he quickly began lowering his
own pants. His desire so great that he couldn't wait the few
moments to remove their boots and pants, or even to get out of
the sun.
He leaned against Obi-Wan's body again, bending the young man
down over the hood. His hand caressed Obi-Wan's buttocks
slowly, getting a rise out of the younger man, as he began
writhing and gasping softly beneath him.
He opened the bottle and put a bit of the gel on his
fingertips. He returned his hand back to Obi-Wan's ass and
prepared him for penetration. Adding more lube and another
finger, Qui-Gon watched Obi-Wan's body writhing beneath his.
Then he continued placing kisses across Obi-Wan's back. With a
self-satisfied grin, he thrust his fingers in deeper, causing
Obi-Wan's back to arch up and a moan to escape his lips.
"Master please!" the young man begged.
Qui-Gon finally covered his long, thick cock with the lube and
dropped the bottle onto the sand. Using his hands to part
Obi-Wan's cheeks; he slowly entered the tight hole before him.
Both men moaned at the same time. Qui-Gon placed one hand on
Obi-Wan's hip and reached around with the other hand and
grabbed Obi-Wan's large, throbbing cock.
Beginning with a slow rhythm, he pumped his cock in and out
Obi-Wan. His hand mimicked the same pace. Pleasure coursed
through each of their bodies. Qui-Gon picked up the pace; his
eyes focused on the young hard body writhing beneath him.
"Yes! Yes, Master!" cried Obi-Wan, as he was pounded into the
hood of the vehicle.
Obi-Wan arched up violently as he came. His ass constricted on
Qui-Gon's cock and Qui-Gon dug his nails into Obi-Wan's hip as
he came, also. They fell across the vehicle and laid there,
panting.
Eventually, Qui-Gon pulled up first his own pants, then
Obi-Wan's, then carried his exhausted Padawan into the vehicle.
He placed Obi-Wan in one of the seats. He then grabbed the
toolbox and brought it inside the vehicle. He glanced out
before closing the door and saw the bottle lying in the sand
where he dropped it.
He went outside, grabbed the bottle, then returned to the
vehicle. Qui-Gon opened the toolbox to drop the bottle in, then
pocketed the bottle, and began piloting for the spaceport.
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