Playtime for Padawan

by KatBear (katbear@cox.net)

Archive: MA, QJEB. Any others please ask.
Category: PWP, gratuitous humor, minor BDSM
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi
Feedback: Comments and constructive criticism appreciated - this hide is very thick.
Thanks: To the beta readers who made this a better story (Bonny, Kat, Bant, Sabrina). All mistakes are my own.
Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon complete another successful mission. Obi-Wan, at least, is in a good mood.
Warnings: If male-male sex bothers you, you shouldn't be here. The humor may not be your cup of tea either.
Spoilers: None, pre-TPM.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to George Lucas, I'm just playing with them.
Notes: Story was written for Plushy Theater for Constrict 2004.

Hunched over the keyboard, Qui-Gon stared intently at his datapadd for a moment before setting it aside and resuming his typing. Almost unnoticed, several drops of sweat slid down his temples as he continued to work.

Qui-Gon squinted in the sudden gloom as the sun began to slip away. His thoughts disrupted, he glanced up as a soft breeze blew in through the open windows.

Qui-Gon closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, a gentle smile smoothing away the frown of concentration. He sat up, unbuckled his boots and pulled them off. He wiggled his bare toes as he leaned back again and relaxed for several minutes, appreciating the cool freshness after the muggy warmth of the long afternoon. His thoughts drifted for a moment to his apprentice, who was probably still exploring the city, and the smile deepened as he considered the possibility of joining him.

The squabbling of birds on the windowsill broke the stillness.

Qui-Gon sighed as he stared at the terminal, the unfinished report a silent admonishment to duty. After one longing glance out the window, Qui-Gon banished his rebellious thoughts and returned to his task.

A cool dark was settling over the land by the time the door opened. A figure in brown swirled in, closing the door with one hip before proceeding to carry several bags into the small eating area.

"I'm back, Master." Obi-Wan put his bags down on a counter. "I put together the signed copies of the final documents and filed them with all of the various agencies, the Senate documentarian, and each of the senior delegates."

"Very good, Padawan," Qui-Gon murmured, his attention mostly on the terminal.

"Senior Goodman Venchee sends his regards and invited us to have breakfast at the Central Hall before our ship leaves in the morning."

"That was very kind of him." Qui-Gon paused, his fingers still on the keyboard, and sniffed.

"I was exploring some of the shops and stopped by the outdoor market on my way back," Obi-Wan said. He grinned as he pulled out a paper-wrapped package and waved it. "I got some of those meat pies you said you liked so much and several bottles of ale."

"Thank you, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon stood and stretched. He replied with a grin of his own, "Perhaps I will keep you after all, Padawan."

"I know you will, Master. After all, I'm the only one who can find your clean socks," Obi-Wan quipped. He paused to take off his robe and throw it over the couch, then returned to the table and laid out food, one place setting and two large brown bottles.

"Now come eat before it gets cold, Master."

Qui-Gon looked at the monitor and started to shake his head, but his nostrils flared as Obi-Wan not so subtly wafted the rich spicy odor in his master's direction. "I suppose a short break wouldn't hurt," he murmured. Qui-Gon picked up his datapadd as he abandoned his terminal, then quickly seated himself at the table and dug in. He raised an eyebrow in his apprentice's direction.

"I must beg your indulgence, Master, as I am afraid I took advantage of the rather large number of free samples the grateful natives were offering to the poor, overworked Jedi apprentice, and I am quite full," Obi-Wan said mournfully.

"Hmmph," snorted Qui-Gon. "Overworking the pathetic act," he muttered as he shoveled in another forkful.

"I will, however, have a bottle of ale to keep you company." Obi-Wan cheerfully ignored his master's grumblings as he popped the cap and took a long swig. "Ahh, this is excellent." The apprentice sighed appreciatively.

"The climate here is rather too hot for my taste, but aside from that I have quite enjoyed this trip," Obi-Wan remarked. "The inhabitants on these agricultural planets tend to be a little easier to deal with than many others we have had to handle." Obi-Wan absently wiped condensation from the bottle with his thumb as he chatted. "This lot was very sensible in the end, although a bit stubborn at times."

"I would agree with that assessment, Padawan." Qui-Gon took another bite of the savory dish. "Very down-to-earth people."

"Goodman Breel was certainly well-grounded judging by the amount of dirt he always tracked in on his boots."

Qui-Gon glanced suspiciously at his apprentice but then shrugged, choosing to take the comment at its face value. "Now, Padawan, he was a very nice person; just somewhat absent-minded."

"Of course, Master. And the southern delegation was very serious and literal-minded." Obi-Wan grinned for a moment. "I suspect that even now Goodman Fronchee still doesn't understand why everyone was laughing so hard."

The apprentice pulled his shoulders back, tucked his chin into his chest, assumed his most serious expression and started reciting in a deep drone:

"Let us be reasonable, my good people. These are serious issues with which we are dealing here, but surely we can come to a meeting of the minds. We have bargained in good faith and have now upped our offer, so up yours."

Obi-Wan raised his hand in a dramatic gesture to finish the imitation but could no longer keep a straight face and fell back in his chair laughing.

Qui-Gon chuckled as he reached for his ale. "That was certainly one of the more memorable moments of this trip."

"And many of the delegates proved to be quite practical," Obi-Wan said after he recovered his breath. "I was very impressed by the proposal to reuse resources by turning in old farm implements at resickling centers."

Qui-Gon paused, fork halfway to his mouth. One eyebrow twitched briefly before he resolutely resumed eating.

"And honest, too; especially that group from the western provinces. I believe they are heavily into natural organic farming; they certainly till it like it is."

His bottle thumped heavily onto the table as Qui-Gon's ale tried to go down his windpipe. He coughed several times to clear his throat, reaching for his napkin to wipe his mouth.

"You know, you really shouldn't drink that quite so fast, Master," Obi-Wan said, an innocent look of concern on his face.

A disgusted glower and a muffled grunt was the only response as Qui-Gon cautiously resumed eating.

"I think what I appreciated most about these people was their sense of humor and their open attitude toward sex," Obi-Wan continued thoughtfully. "Didn't you enjoy not having to conceal our love while we've been here, Master?"

"That was one of the more agreeable aspects of this mission," Qui-Gon affirmed. He set his fork down for a moment and cast a wary glance at his apprentice before picking up his bottle for a quick sip. "I have found that most heavily-agrarian societies tend to treat sex as simply another fundamental aspect of life."

"Quite understandable, of course." Obi-Wan took a long draught of ale as he watched his master eat. "Still, it was nice knowing that the natives didn't care what we did in the bedroom as long as we didn't do it in the street or frighten the livestock."

Qui-Gon was chewing and responded with a non-committal 'mmm-hmmm'.

"Being so far out toward the rim, though, their humor does tend to be a bit dated. I noticed that an awful lot of their jokes tended toward the old 'Where do you get virgin wool from?' type."

"Virgin wool?" Qui-Gon mumbled as he took another bite.

"Yes, Master. You know, from ugly sheep?"

Qui-Gon groaned and shook his head.

"Or: Why is it awful to be an egg? Because you only get laid once." Obi-Wan grinned. "I did rather like this one: What do you get when you cross a vibrator with an anteater?"

"I don't think I really want to know."

"An armadildo." The apprentice snickered. "Get it? Vibrator? Armadillo?"

"I get it, I get it," Qui-Gon snapped. "Keep going, Padawan, and you are going to find out first hand why sex is a lot like air."

"And why is that, pray tell?" Obi-Wan waggled an eyebrow expectantly.

"Because it's no big deal unless you're not getting any," Qui-Gon said pointedly.

"Good one, Master." Obi-Wan saluted with his bottle. "A bit ancient, but perhaps there is hope for you still."

"Force, what did I do wrong that you ended up with such a distorted sense of humor?" moaned Qui-Gon as he buried his face in his hands.

"I was just trying to have a little fun, Master." Obi-Wan grinned wickedly as he paused for a beat. "But in any case, a good pun is its own reword."

Qui-Gon put both hands flat on the table and glared. "Don't you have somewhere else you could be?"

Obi-Wan leaned back in his chair and scrunched his face, giving a passable imitation of an attempt to think. "Well, it was a hot afternoon. I suppose I could take a shower and leave you to eat in peace."

"An excellent idea, Padawan. I'll clean up after myself, so feel free to take a nice loooong shower."

"Thank you, Master, how very thoughtful of you." Obi-Wan stood up and stretched, then drained the last of his ale. He dropped the bottle in the reclaimer and ambled slowly toward the bedroom door.

Obi-Wan paused by the door. "Perhaps you would like to join me when you finish your meal, Master? A nice shower would be refreshing, don't you think?" Obi-Wan asked, the elegant voice leering suggestively.

Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. "I have work to do, Padawan," he said sternly, taking up his datapadd. "As you well know."

"The invitation stands if you change your mind, but you don't need to bother to announce yourself when you come in," Obi-Wan replied. "With all due respect, Master, but I've noticed that you are getting on these days and seem to have reached the point where actions creak louder than words."

Obi-Wan barely made it inside the door before the datapadd slammed into it.

Half an hour later the bedroom door slowly opened and a face cautiously peered out. Qui-Gon kept his attention solidly focused on the terminal, not even a fleeting look betraying his awareness of Obi-Wan's entrance.

The young Jedi wandered out, a towel in one hand, clad only in an old pair of workout leggings. The waistband was folded over and they hung low on his hips. As he sauntered slowly across the room the swinging undulation bulging the soft material at his crotch made it clear he wore nothing underneath the leggings. The cool air made his nipples hard as several drops of water trickled down his chest . Obi-Wan paused by the eating area and propped one hip against the counter. He slowly raised his arms, pushing his chest out, and began toweling his damp hair.

Qui-Gon's gaze never wavered except to glance at his datapadd occasionally.

Obi-Wan pouted for a moment before dropping the towel onto the counter. He reached under the counter and pulled out a container of juice from the small cooler. He removed the top and took several drinks, pausing occasionally to lick his lips, tongue slowly circling. Humming softly, the apprentice gently ran the cold bottle down his stomach, which caused his muscles to ripple smoothly in reaction. He hooked a thumb in his waistband, causing the leggings to sag still lower. Curly russet hair peeked over the edge.

The steady beat of the keys was the only sound in the room.

Obi-Wan's lips thinned as he pressed them together. He blew a snort of frustration through his nose, then rapidly downed the rest of the juice and tossed the bottle in the reclaimer. He strolled across the room, hips rolling, and stopped behind Qui-Gon's chair.

"Love you," Obi-Wan murmured as he leaned over to brush a kiss lightly across the top of his master's head.

Qui-Gon paused, then sighed. "I love you, too," he replied without turning. His hands remained on the keyboard.

"How's the report coming?" Obi-Wan asked as he straightened and glanced at the bright screen. He let one hand rest lightly on Qui-Gon's shoulder.

"I should be finished soon. It's taking a bit longer than usual because I decided to add an appendix about the new versions of quetzl wheat they've developed here," Qui-Gon replied. He smiled slightly and finally glanced up. "It seems to be a very promising strain with significantly increased yields. Would you like to hear about it?" he asked eagerly.

Obi-Wan hastily stepped back. "Ah, that's quite alright, Master. I'm sure the Council will appreciate hearing about your findings, though," remarked the apprentice with a decided note of disinterest. "I'll leave you to it then."

"Oh." Qui-Gon shrugged "As you wish." He began keying again.

Obi-Wan went over to his robe and began rummaging through the pockets. With a small cry of triumph he pulled out a small package and began unwrapping it.

"I came across a truly remarkable store this afternoon, Master."

Glancing up, Obi-Wan saw that he was once more being studiously ignored, but continued enthusiastically.

"As I approached I thought at first it might be some sort of warehouse because it was so large with such a drab exterior. When I got inside, though, I was amazed. It was called the Dwelling Depot and they had row after row of supplies and tools and fixtures for making and repairing things for your home and buildings."

Obi-Wan finished unwrapping the package and held up a small rectangular metal box, dull blue with black corner reinforcements.

"I found the most incredibly ingenious tool set, Master," the apprentice gloated as he opened the lid and fondled the contents. "It has four different base sections with a huge variety of extensions for cutting and shaping and drilling." He carried it over to the table and began setting out the components. "This is so compact I will be able to easily slip it into my pack and do all sorts of repairs and projects while we're on missions." He stood admiring his new prize as he continued chatting.

"I think you would have liked the Dwelling Depot, Master. They had an extensive garden section with a marvelous selection of plants and related items. I picked you up a little something, but you'll have to wait until your nameday to get it."

Obi-Wan felt a twitch of interest over the training bond and smiled to himself as the rapid keyboard strokes slowed a bit.

"And the lumber section! They had forest products for almost everything you could think of, Master. Different sizes and densities, and I counted boards and logs from over three dozen different types of trees. I did notice one thing about the store that was rather odd, though."

Obi-Wan paused, chewing on his lower lip for a moment. The clicking of keys hesitated, then stopped altogether.

"It took me a while to realize this, but as I wandered around the store I started noticing the customer service representatives. The more I looked, the more I noticed that they had a very unusual staffing pattern. I couldn't tell if it was intentional or not, but it seems that all the most beautiful young women in the store had the skimpiest outfits, and they all worked in the hard wood section."

The sudden silence was shattered by a roar of outrage. "Padawan!"

The smirk on the padawan's face was replaced by surprise as his breath was driven out by the heavy body that crashed into his back, sweeping him off his feet.

"Enough!" growled Qui-Gon as he carried Obi-Wan into the sleeping area. With another rough growl he dumped his apprentice onto the bed and yanked the worn leggings off, almost ripping them in the process.

"You like agricultural puns - I'll give you all you can handle," rumbled Qui-Gon as he pulled off his sash and tunics. "You need a good plowing, young man." He unlaced his leggings, hopping on one leg as he tried to tug them off. "But first I'm going to plant my cock where it will stop those awful puns!"

Obi-Wan had recovered from his initial surprise and jumped off the bed. He captured the taller man while Qui-Gon still had his feet tangled in his leggings and pulled his head down for a kiss. He held the kiss, pushing aggressively with his tongue. As Qui-Gon started to respond, Obi-Wan suddenly pulled back. He pushed lightly and Qui-Gon had to jump backward to retain his balance.

"Damned tease," Qui-Gon spat out as he finally succeeded in pulling off the last of his clothing. "Should have left you in the Agricorps."

Obi-Wan laughed as he sprang onto the bed. He bounced lightly on his hands and knees as he waggled his arse tauntingly.

"You are going to have to be a lot faster than that, old man. After all, what you seize is what you get."

"I'll show you who's old!" With another roar Qui-Gon leapt after his now-scrambling apprentice.

The two men tumbled off the side of the bed together, but Qui-Gon quickly stood with an armful of naked wiggling, laughing padawan. He marched around the bed, pausing long enough to grab his discarded sash. He sat down on the edge, holding Obi-Wan in place with one arm while he captured the flailing arms and tied the young man's wrists together behind his back.

"Have you heard the one about why the naughty knight's butt was like a mythical beast, Padawan?"

"No, Master," Obi-Wan gasped between giggles.

"Because - "

Smack.

"His arse -"

Smack.

"Flamed -"

Smack.

"Like a Kraken Dragon."

SMACK!

"Oww," Obi-Wan howled. "Masstterrr! That hurts."

"It is supposed to, Padawan. You know damned good and well how much I hate puns." Qui-Gon rapidly delivered several more stinging swats until Obi-Wan's arse glowed a nice red.

"I'm sorry, Master!" Obi-Wan wiggled and squirmed, rubbing his hard cock against Qui-Gon's now equally excited organ. "Masterrrrr, please!"

Qui-Gon stood up abruptly, swinging Obi-Wan face-down onto the bed. He straddled the young man's knees and leaned down, massaging and kissing the rosy arse cheeks. Qui-Gon's tongue dipped into the warm cleft, teasing at the tight entrance, drawing a sharp gasp from his captive. Obi-Wan moaned as Qui-Gon licked the sensitive skin, yelping occasionally as Qui-Gon nipped or his rough beard pricked the hot flesh.

Slowly Qui-Gon moved upward, planting kisses along his lover's spine as his fingers grazed along the sides of Obi-Wan's stomach and across his ribs. He slid his knees up so that he straddled the hips, his cock resting in the crevice of the hot arse, reveling in the friction as Obi-Wan tried to buck up under him.

Qui-Gon let his weight slip down, pinning the young man in place. He leaned forward until his belly rested on Obi-Wan's bound hands. His own hands stretched forward, resting beside Obi-Wan's head as he nuzzled and kissed the back of his apprentice's head, then nipped the lobe of his left ear.

Without warning Qui-Gon sat up, then rolled over to lie on his back. He pulled Obi-Wan up to lie on top of him, threading his arms under Obi-Wan's arms, holding him in place for a long, hot kiss.

Obi-Wan squirmed, pressing skin to skin. When Qui-Gon loosened his grip Obi-Wan kissed Qui-Gon's neck, pausing to suck on the pulsing vein, biting down on the tender flesh at the base of his throat. Obi-Wan slid down to kiss and suck at the taut nipples, alternating between them, then slipped still lower to lick the sweat-salt stomach.

Qui-Gon moaned and opened his legs in invitation. Obi-Wan wriggled down to kneel between the wide-spread thighs. He rubbed his face against the hard cock, balancing on his knees, his hands still tied behind his back. He began licking and kissing, pausing to suck on the heavy balls, slowly taking the rigid length into his mouth, humming gently. Qui-Gon's low guttural gasps and thrusting hips attested to the success of his young lover's ministrations.

Feeling Qui-Gon growing close, Obi-Wan gave a final lick to the leaking crown and sat up. His eyes smoldered with lust as he slowly ran his tongue around his lips.

"Take me, Master," he begged hoarsely. Obi-Wan's hard cock jutted upward, an exclamation point to his need.

Qui-Gon sat up and searched frantically among the pillows for a moment until he found the bottle of lube stashed there. He took one of the pillows and positioned it under Obi-Wan's hips as he pushed him forward to lie face down. Qui-Gon quickly crawled back to kneel between Obi-Wan's spread legs, unscrewing the cap with one hand as he reached forward to loosen the knot securing the apprentice's bound limbs with his other hand. He slathered oil in the cleft, already slick with sweat. Qui-Gon rapidly worked it in, his long fingers spreading the lube deep inside the relaxed channel. Obi-Wan squirmed and bucked, striving for deeper contact, grunting as Qui-Gon added a third finger.

Pulling his hands free from the loosened sash, Obi-Wan pushed himself up to his hands and knees. Impatiently wiggling his arse, he exhorted his lover to move faster.

"I'm ready now, Qui-Gon," he rasped. "Please, I need you inside me."

Qui-Gon poured oil on his cock, pausing only a moment to smear the lube generously up and down the entire length. He positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to Obi-Wan's body and began to push slowly.

"Yes, oh yes," hissed Obi-Wan as the hard cock breached his inner ring of muscle. "More, I need more."

Obi-Wan pushed back as Qui-Gon shoved forward, impaling himself firmly with a loud gasp.

"Oh Force, you are always so tight," Qui-Gon moaned. "So tight, so fucking hot." He paused to savor the moment, stroking the sweat-slicked flesh of Obi-Wan's flanks.

"Move, damn it," Obi-Wan demanded. "You can admire my arse some other time."

Taking Obi-Wan's admonishment to heart, Qui-Gon pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside Obi-Wan's body. He took a firm grip on Obi-Wan's hips and began moving in and out.

The lovers were hot and eager, sweat dripping onto the sheets as they moaned in passion. Qui-Gon set a fast pace, shifting his angle until he felt Obi-Wan quiver as his cock raked across the young man's prostate.

"Oh yes, right there, right there," Obi-Wan yelled. His head dropped onto his forearms, his hands splayed out in front of him, as he fought to keep his balance. "More, more. Take me hard."

Qui-Gon complied willingly. He drove in hard and fast in response to Obi-Wan's fervent pleas. He reached around to grasp Obi-Wan's cock and began fisting it. Qui-Gon grunted as he shoved into Obi-Wan, his balls slapping hot flesh on each stroke. The bed moved with the force of his efforts and the banging of the headboard was a staccato counterpoint to Obi-Wan's cries and Qui-Gon's hoarse breathing.

Both men were rapidly approaching their climax. Qui-Gon's hips began jerking quickly in short, sharp thrusts as he drove Obi-Wan down into the mattress. He felt the hot pulsing of semen from his cock releasing inside Obi-Wan's body as lights exploded behind his eyes. A moment later Obi-Wan shuddered and Qui-Gon felt the thick fluid pouring from Obi-Wan's cock, spilling over his hand and onto the pillow which now trapped Obi-Wan's cock. Both men collapsed together in a limp pile, their breathing loud in the sudden silence.

A few minutes later Qui-Gon stirred, his soft cock slipping from its confinement as he rolled over onto his back. He lay quietly, eyes closed.

"At least one part of you still has a lot of life in it, Master," Obi-Wan purred as he lifted his head.

"Mmmphmm," Qui-Gon grunted as he lay unmoving.

Obi-Wan smiled fondly as he gingerly sat up. He grabbed the pillow that had been under his hips, removed the sticky pillowcase and used the dry half to wipe off the worst of the sweat and oil from both of them. He tossed pillow and case off the bed. His arse still smarting, Obi-Wan carefully settled down on his side next to Qui-Gon.

"Let me hold you, love," Obi-Wan whispered as he pushed gently on Qui-Gon's shoulder.

Qui-Gon obediently rolled up to face away from Obi-Wan. He reached down to pull the sheet and blanket up around their hips as Obi-Wan spooned up behind him and wrapped his arms lightly around him.

"My wonderful apprentice," Qui-Gon murmured. He captured one of Obi-Wan's hands and softly kissed it. "Some day you will be my Jedi knight and we will walk side by side together."

"It's alright, Master, I don't mind following behind you." Obi-Wan snuggled closer against his lover. With his free hand he softly fondled Qui-Gon's arse. "I like being the rear guard."

Qui-Gon groaned quietly as Obi-Wan drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on his face.

finis