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Rating: NC-17

Category: Humour, PWP, First Time

Pairing: Q/O

Warning: Puns, expletives and not beta-worthy

Summary: My Obi!muse is hurting himself a lot with lightsabers in those Myth stories, lately. I for one am fed up with it ;) so here's a different perspective!

Disclaimer: The boys belong to George Lucas, the sickness belongs to me. No infringements intended, no money made off this, no money anyways so please don't sue:)

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The site is still under construction, but any feedback would be really cool!

It was Jade who inspired me with the lines OW: I can't take it anymore *stabs self with Qui's erection* QG: All that's going to achieve Padawan is get my cum all over your chest. And this is the smutty result, shame Jade, SHAME! :)

Qui-Gon Jinn had a big problem on his hands. Actually, it's about 5'7" in height and wears a funky buzz cut. Obi-Wan Kenobi, his Padawan in training, has seen one too many tragic plays on the missions they've had to cultured planets and became decidedly detached to reality. Apparently, Obi-Wan believed that his feelings for his Master was not reciprocated in kind.
Nothing could be more ridiculous. Yet, Qui-Gon had proof of his Padawan's troubled state of mind, it was all written out in blue and white on the suicide note in his hand.

"To My Beloved (Yet Unrequited) Master:

I can't take it anymore! I can't take you ignoring me, I can't take you pretending you love me but not in _that_ way, I can't take loving you and not being loved back by you. I'm going to end it Master. I'm going to end it with your lightsaber.

I'm going to end it with your strong, sturdy lightsaber. Its casing so smooth to the touch, warm with your body heat as I take it from your thigh, Master. Your lightsaber, which you hide in your robes and only takes out at the direst of times. Flashing it in the face of your opponents and before they can see its true form, it disappears inside them. The lightsaber I have watched with love and admiration.

The lightsaber after which I have modelled mine own. Did you ever notice how much attention I paid to getting the thickness and length of mine just right, so that it would match your's? I want your lightsaber in my mouth, Master! I want it against the roof of my mouth, it's tip at the very back of my throat and my tongue flirting with the activation button at the bottom.
Oh Master! I want to hold the heavy grip in my hands lightly, gingerly and swallow around the ore of the casing, tasting the soft leather and hot steel. And I'll look into your eyes the while.

On my knees, moaning around your huge 'saber in my mouth, Master, I would pant with the exhaustion of all the movements that led up to this point. Master, what would you do? What would you do if I licked the button on the underside, dragged air through my nostrils and decided to do it. Press hard with my tongue into the button? Will you come quickly and save me? Or merely watch me as your 'saber reacts, in a fraction of a second and go supernova in my head? See my body thrash, impaled on your lightsaber and a scream pass through my system and I die in an ecstasy of becoming one with you and your
big, green, glow-in-the-dark lightsaber?"

Qui-Gon's breath quickened as he read the note, surly the boy is mad and was not intentionally enflaming his loins with this imagery. Qui-Gon touched the lightsaber on his thigh and re-assured himself that Obi-Wan had his mind set on ending it with Qui-Gon's instrument and was hence safe for the moment. Then his hand accidentally brushed by his cock. Qui-Gon hissed in
frustration, it was appalling how hard he was from reading of his Padawan's twisted devotion to his "lightsaber" and if Qui-Gon had not been running through the Temple corridors in order to reach his Padawan before he did something truly stupid, it would have been impossible to resist touching himself. Finally he made it back to their shared quarters. Qui-Gon stumbled
through the front door and heard pained sobbing sounds come from Obi-Wan's room.

// Oh no! I'm too late! // Qui-Gon's heart sunk.

"Obi-Wan!! I'm coming!!!" Qui-Gon shouted as he took out his lightsaber and plunged it into the locked door.

Waves of panic came through the bond. Spurred on by desperation, Qui-Gon's 'saber became super hot and the entire door melted. There was Obi-Wan on his bed, naked, curled up in a ball and whimpering.his own cock pulsating in his mouth. Qui-Gon froze in his tracks. *Obi-Wan had his own cock in his mouth!*

"Padawan?" at last, the Master managed to utter as he watched Obi-Wan enthusiastically lift his hips and thrust into his own mouth, the Padawan's flexibility was remarkable.

Obi-Wan made a choked sound around his mouthful.

// I.um.couldn't get my hands on your lightsaber, so I thought I'd have to use my own, but now I.I. // Obi-Wan sent, blushing. // I *Can't* stop! Feels too good, and now you're watching me, oh Force Qui-Gon, is this turning you on? //

Qui-Gon moaned loudly as a reply. // Deeper Padawan //

Obi-Wan groaned and did as he was asked, his coiled body shuddering as he sucked harder. His teeth running over the juicy flesh between his lips and his uplifted buttocks twitched in pleasure over his head. Qui-Gon growled low and took out his meaty 'saber and walked towards the Padawan who was watching him hungrily through slitted green eyes.

"Is this what you wanted in your letter, Padawan?" Qui-Gon's voice was dangerously soft.

Obi-Wan's jaw hit his chest and drool poured forth as he beheld Qui-Gon Jinn's immensely large, hard, twitching lightsaber.

"Sith! It's red!!" he cried.

"And dripping!" he gasped.

"Oh Force, yes, I want it!" Obi-Wan uncoiled his body, fumbled up and got on his knees before his Master's 'saber. "Can I.kiss it.please?"

Qui-Gon gave the biggest crooked smile ever.

"You're the most desirable, attractive and beloved opponent ever, Obi-Wan." he caught Obi-Wan by his knight's tail with one hand and tilted his face up. "I love you."

"But you said that you wanted me to kill you with my lightsaber didn't you?" Qui-Gon added huskily.

Obi-Wan swallowed nervously. "Yes Mustuh."

Qui-Gon held his balls with his right hand and pushed his stiff erection into Obi-Wan's chest.

"You wanted to jab yourself here with it," Qui-Gon hissed with pleasure as he rubbed and poked his penis all over Obi-Wan's naked torso.

Obi-Wan's eyes became very wide.

"A certain mention of having my 'saber embedded in your stomach," Qui-Gon lifted the Padawan up and ground his cock into his navel. "And tell me, Padawan, did you not make the threat in the end that if I were not to let you have my lightsaber, you'd turn on me with your's?!"

"Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan gasped, then in a small honey sweet voice he moaned. "Yeeessssssss."

The sound shot right through Qui-Gon heart and he released his Padawan. The Master dropped to his knees with a pained look on his face and slowly fell forward and rolled on the floor.

"MUSTUH!!!!!!!!" Obi-Wan was screamed.

Qui-Gon flipped onto his stomach and cried out hoarsely "Fuck.Me.Now.Padawan."

Obi-Wan pounced at force-enhanced speed (peeled off Qui-Gon's pants with the force whilst he was somersaulting in the pounce, as well as using the force to lube the man) and in one fluid stroke sunk into his huge Master. Obi-Wan neighed his ecstasy as he plunged into the generous, tanned hips. Qui-Gon's cock flopped up with the strong push and made a lovely slapping sound against his hard abdomen. Qui-Gon wantonly pushed back and yelped when Obi-Wan's cock hit his prostate.

"Oh Force Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon yelled breathlessly. "ARRGGHH!!!! Push it! OOOHHH!!! MORE! Yes! ARRGGHH!!!! Again! Do that again!! I love *your* 'saber! So good with it!! Ahhhhhh! Please, please, moremore! Don't be gentle! Fuck me with it. Fuck me! Oh yes, that's it. Now battle speed!"

Obi-Wan gritted his teeth and sped up his powerful thrusts. Beyond that, he could only answer with grunts of "Yes Mustuh! Oooohhh YES Muuuuustuh!"

"Flex those hips!!" Qui-Gon demanded. "That's it."

"Put some weight into it!!!" the Master threw his right hand back and gripped an orb of Obi-Wan's buttocks and guided the motion. "This way, deeper, harder.. Aaaaaaaarrrrrhhhhh..."

Obi-Wan, annoyed and awfully turned on by his Master's persistent instructions gave Qui-Gon a great big dig, followed by forceful jerks and twirls of Obi-Wan's cock. At the same time, Obi-Wan's saber-hand wrapped around Qui-Gon's cock and wielded the pulsing erection in wild arcs. Qui-Gon 's powerful anal muscles clenched around him awesomely and both wailed in
agony as the mother of all orgasms exploded. Qui-Gon's cum spurted up and over his right shoulder, spitting Obi-Wan in the face as the Padawan's semen shot over Qui-Gon's prostate in hot slurring streams. Still they came and came and came again.

They held each other to sleep that night. And as Obi-Wan drifted into sweet dreams he whispered. "I love your lightsaber Master."

"And I your's, Padawan," Qui-Gon's voice came sultrily in the dark. "But you certainly polish your's differently to how I do mine."

"Flexibility, Master," Obi-Wan's sleepy voice came from Qui-Gon's lower back. "You're too big a man."

"I'll never reach mine with my mouth, will I?" sulky tone.

"But you have very long arms, Master," slyly.

"What can I do with long arms??"

"Fist yourself, Master," wicked cackling, a happy and enlightened "oooooooh!" and all was right with the world again.

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