Sloshed Masters, Sloshed Padawans and sensory Overload

by Raina and Leandra

Archive: yes please, M_A; nuttersinc (elsewhere ask for distribution)

Paring: Q/O

Category: Humor, First Time, Qui/Obi

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: We would love to own Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn. Sadly they belong to Master George.

Note: Sensory Overload is a sequel to "Sloshed Padawans, Innocent Masters and A Striptease". This one is a little less Humor, and more First Time, so be warned.

If you are new to our stories, read in the following order:
Sloshed Masters, Innocent Padawans and Finger Food
Sloshed Padawans, Innocent Masters and a Striptease
Sloshed Masters, Sloshed Padawans and sensory Overload

Nutters Inc. is proud to present the continuing of the Sloshed-Series in: "Stoned Masters."

Thanks to: Tem-Ve for beta-reading this one. I suppose she had much fun while doing it, for we made funny mistakes.

Summary: The Title is program.

"These Lothian types are straightforward. The negotiations will be short."

Three weeks later. On Lothian 5. In negotiations.Still.

"Your word in the ears of the Force, Master." Obi-Wan sent over their training bond, accompanied by a heavy dose of sarcasm.

"If they hadn't used up 3 quarters of the time with heavy drinking, excessive eating, caber toss and other forms of sordid debauchery, the negotiations would have been short!"

Obi-Wan sighed. Of course his Master was right. They could have been home on Coruscant two weeks ago, for the dispute was a trivial one about the setting of border stones. It just hadn't kept the two arguing parties from enjoying their extra- curricular activities together. Obi-Wan was roused from his musings by one of the clan chiefs who slapped his hand on the table. "Then we agree!"

A cheer went through the present assembly and Obi-Wan couldn't help but join in. He received a stern look from Qui-Gon Jinn, but the mental cheer that washed over their bond belied that expression completely.

"We huv ta celebrate tis agreement wi a traditional feast!" the chief negotiator announced, evoking even more cheers from his audience.

Qui-Gon sighed contentedly, for it meant they could retire to their quarters any minute now. He looked forward to a nice evening spent with meditation and reading. "And our esteemed Jedi friends will join us in our celebration, as custom dictates."

The cheerful grin on Obi-Wan's face faded and was replaced by a look of sheer terror. The combination of Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon and large amounts of alcohol usually spelled disaster. He felt a sudden twinge of panic that mirrored his own over their bond, but Qui-Gon slammed his shields shut immediately to prepare for the upcoming threat on his own.

"They can't be serious, Master!" Obi-Wan complained and padded on bare feet into the common area of their assigned quarters. At the sight of his Padawan, Qui-Gon choked on the glass of water he had been sipping on and spat the water out in a high arc.

"It's a dress, Master! We're supposed to wear a dress! How humiliating is that?!"

Qui-Gon desperately tried to keep a straight face, but understandably failed at the sight of his strangely clad and angry Padawan. He himself thought Obi-Wan looked quite alluring, but he wouldn't ever admit it, not even under torture. Obi-Wan was wearing an item of clothing that could be best described as a knee-length skirt in a rather shrill pattern. The black skin-tight sleeveless shirt he wore with it highlighted the well-structured muscles on his chest. Qui-Gon grinned at Obi-Wan's obvious unease. "You know Padawan, actually you look quite fine."

Obi-Wan shot him a look. "Then be happy Master. They brought one for you too."

Now it was Obi-Wan's turn to flash his Master a smug grin, as Qui-Gon visibly paled.

The great hall was already crowded with clan members of all stations when the two Jedi entered, both dressed in traditional garb, looking unassuming and feeling very foolish.

"Ohhh dear friends! Come over here! These seats are reserved for you." the clan chief announced happily. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, receiving the attention of the whole room, wanted nothing more than to crawl into a dark hole and hide themselves from the curious and amused stares coming from every corner of the room.

Master and Padawan exchanged a half-embarrassed, half-resigned glance and made their way toward the high table. They were greeted with backslaps and huge tankards of a steaming and clearly highly alcoholic liquid.

"I see you decided to appear in the presents we had delivered to your rooms this afternoon. I hope you like our traditional clothes. We find them very comfortable. Lots of fresh air down there," the clan chief barked in his deep voice, laughing at his own indecent joke.

Obi-Wan tried to hide his blush -a very becoming shade of scarlet, Qui-Gon noted - and found it rather difficult given that he missed his usual concealing robes which were so convenient to draw on for an air of serenity. Even Qui-Gon's decades of diplomatic experience couldn't keep him from wincing as he thought about the correlation of Obi-Wan, alcohol and too little clothing in horror.

Since there was no way they could refuse the drinks, they made a good show of it, clinked glasses with the clan chiefs and gulped down the steaming and rather smelly stuff.

Qui-Gon instantly grabbed the drink which was offered to him and downed it, evoking applause from the already heavily intoxicated men around him. Obi-Wan followed suit, since he reasoned that with Qui- Gon drunk he'd be the only sober person in the room, and as such one never had any fun.

The drinks kept coming and coming, for everybody wanted to announce a toast to the ambassadors who had helped to lay their dispute to rest.

Obi-Wan soon realized that heavy drinking seemed to dispel shyness all around as delegates of both sexes started to engage in rather indecent behaviour as the liquor consumption rose to previously unequalled heights.

After declining several proposals themselves, he and Qui-Gon found themselves back to back, cornered by a pair of rather insistent sisters. Obi-Wan was busy fending off his own assailant, when he heard her sister propose to Qui-Gon that maybe the four of them should find a quiet corner and "experiment", as she phrased it.

Her choice of words made Obi-Wan spew out his drink and he almost fell from the bench. He took a look at Qui-Gon Jinn, who was calling on all of his diplomatic skills to persuade her that the experiment she was suggesting wasn't that good an idea. He had a hard time, for the girl was almost sitting on his lap, inching closer with every second and laughing at what she thought was hesitation.

Obi-Wan couldn't prevent the jealousy that arose in him at the sight of Qui-Gon being fondled in a way that would assume marriage in some cultures. He found that he wasn't able to watch this anymore and pretended to get another drink to get away from his own personal stalker who was about to pounce on him again, after he had managed to get her off him earlier. He cast Qui-Gon a last glance that stated clearly "if you go with her I'll litter the halls with parts of her corpse".

When Obi-Wan got back from his short expedition, he found his Master practically covered with the offending sisters. All that was seen of Qui-Gon were his boots and his eyes, both seemed to plead for help. The look on Qui-Gon's face was priceless. Had it been in another situation, Obi-Wan would have laughed out loud. But as it was, he just couldn't tolerate it. In the exact same moment as he decided to interfere with that twin seduction he received a plea over their bond: "Padawan, don't stand there and bloody stare! Do something!"

The mental voice was filled with a slight hint of fear and Obi-Wan practically leapt to Qui-Gon's rescue. He peeled his former stalker off Qui-Gon with a thunderous look that shut the giggling girl up. Then he grabbed the second girl's hand, which she'd been trying to put up Qui-Gon's traditional piece of clothing, and pushed her away.

Excuse me for what I will be doing next.. he sent over their bond, then leaned forward and caught the lips of his very astonished Master in a hard kiss.

The sisters both watched in astonishment, one of them leaning over to Obi-Wan and saying, in a slightly slurring voice, "Sorry, didn't know he was your mate."

Qui-Gon meanwhile was gripping the stool under him to steady himself under the fierce assault of his apprentice, all the while repeating the mantra, "I shouldn't be enjoying this so much" over and over in his head.

Obi-Wan finally and reluctantly released Qui-Gon's lips and nodded at the girl's apology somewhat dazedly.

Qui-Gon let out a low gasp, his own eyes as huge as saucers. Had his apprentice just kissed him? He licked his lips, savouring the taste of Obi-Wan, then instantly groaned. Sith! With the memory of that kiss it would be even harder in the future to withstand the assaults on his serenity.

"You sure you don't want to attend to a little 'experiment'?" one of the sisters asked, her voice shivering with desire.

Obi-Wan firmly declined for both of them and helped Qui-Gon to his feet.

Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan: "Interesting approach to solving a diplomatic crisis, Padawan. Remind me to ask Master Windu to include that in his next exo-sociology class."

Obi-Wan turned a deep shade of crimson and wished he could be swallowed up into earth. What had he been thinking? But his unease receded when Qui-Gon wrapped an arm around his shoulders and whispered conspiratorially,

Maybe we should keep this charade up, it might protect us from unsolicited company."

As soon as his words had slipped over the bond, Qui-Gon bit his lips hard. Obi-Wan stared at him for a second, then nodded his silent approval. Actually he had trouble hiding his grin at the thought of "keeping up the charade" for the rest of the evening. Maybe this celebration had been a good idea after all.

Two hours and a few tankards of the steaming stuff later, and any initial embarrassment between Master and Padawan had vanished completely. Right now Obi-Wan was comfortably reclined practically on Qui-Gon's lap, and Qui-Gon was running a hand absently through his hair.

"You know, Mah-sta, this w-was much easier that I thought it would be.." Obi-Wan slurred, a lovely drunken haze separating him from the harsh light of reality.

Qui-Gon could only nod his assent. Indeed, this charade was neither awkward nor embarrassing, and Obi-Wan's weight in his lap was a feeling he could get used to. Especially since he was rubbing up against some rather sensitive spots with nothing between direct skin- contact than two thin skirts.

"It is immoral to take advantage of a drunken Padawan," he told himself for the millionth time. Yet, truth be told, he wasn't sober himself, on the contrary, he was just drunk enough to be able to enjoy the closeness of his Padawan without any such thoughts seriously disturbing him.

When they were both sober again, they would have to sit down and talk about the attraction they could no longer ignore, but that was for tomorrow. Right now all he could think about was how rosy Obi-Wan's lips looked and how he had tasted just a while ago when they had kissed.

He caught Obi-Wan's eyes, husky-blue with hardly suppressed desire, and a shiver ran down his spine. The shiver increased when Obi-Wan raised his hand and traced Qui-Gon's lips with a finger. Qui-Gon had to resist taking the finger into his mouth and sucking it. Instead, he extended his own hand and started to trace Obi-Wan's lips.

Qui-Gon drew back and they gazed at each other, just dazed enough by alcohol to make them both very relaxed, and basked in the warmth these new feelings generated.

Their moment shattered like a bubble as two loud fighting drunks crashed into the pair and upset their balance so that Obi-Wan was thrown to the floor.

Qui-Gon angrily shoved the men away and helped his Padawan back to his feet. Both stood there for a moment, unable to admit that they would have very much liked to continue their recent activities, embarrassment settling over them.

One of the drunks dropped a bottle that fell at Obi-Wan's feet. He picked it up and looked at it contemplatively.

"You know Master, this drink is used to make Falliann Liquid Fire Shots, and I remember you saying that these shots should only be consumed by bonded pairs. So do you think consuming these would help our charade at all?" Obi-Wan's face was a study of innocence, but Qui- Gon felt his amusement and arousal over their bond.

Qui-Gon pretended to give the suggestion some thought. "Well, Padawan, for the sake of the mission, I think we should do it."

Obi-Wan mock-sighed, "Duty first, you're right."

He uncorked the bottle and unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes off Qui-Gon, watching him with a predatory air.

He sat down again and handed Qui-Gon the bottle, "You first." Qui-Gon took the bottle with trembling hands. He knew the rules of this shot game rather well. It was allowed to drink the shot off any body part, and he felt his groin heat up with the sheer thought of what this entailed.

He stepped up in front of Obi-Wan and kneeled in front of him, never breaking eye-contact. He held Obi-Wan's shirt open as he slowly poured the honey-like liquid down Obi-Wan's well-defined chest.

Obi-Wan gasped as the liquid touched his hot flesh, and moaned as Qui- Gon put his mouth on his chest and started to lick the liquid away, sucking at his nipple in the process. He was glad Qui-Gon covered him, for the skirt he was wearing did nothing to conceal his erection, and he noticed that Qui-Gon's state was quite similar. He took the bottle from Qui-Gon's hand and pushed the Jedi Master back onto the floor.

Oblivious to the fact that they weren't alone, though none of those present were in a state to watch, Obi-Wan slowly unbuttoned Qui-Gon's shirt and lazily poured the liquid down Qui-Gon's chest and stomach. He then started to ever so slowly lick the liquid away, carefully circling Qui-Gon's nipples with his tongue, slurping the drink out of his Master's bellybutton and tracing a stray drop down to the belt of his skirt.

Qui-Gon gasped. He almost shot to his feet and pulled Obi-Wan up with him. "Padawan, I think this is the appropriate time for a bonded couple to withdraw to their quarters."

Obi-Wan grinned, his eyes a husky blue, suffused with warmth and desire. "You know me, Master. I always was a sucker for propriety."

His leer and choice of words sent a shiver down Qui-Gon's spine. "Well, let's indulge you, then. And, Obi-Wan?"

"Yes?"

"Take the bottle."

Qui-Gon pushed his apprentice rather fiercely into their assigned quarters and leapt after him when the young sloshed man stumbled on the thick carpet and nearly fell over. In the process he too lost balance and both men crashed down to the floor, a mess of tangled limbs. With a loud thud Qui-Gon landed on Obi-Wan's chest. Not a bad place to fall onto, he decided, and used the position to his advantage by ravishing the mouth of the man below him. Obi-Wan eagerly responded, savouring the feel of his Master's warm, wet lips on his. Qui-Gon softly traced the lines of his apprentice's lips with his tongue, demanding entry into the cavern of his mouth. A low moan arose from Obi-Wan's throat when he parted his lips and Qui-Gon's tongue sneaked out to seek his own.

The taste of his Master was intoxicating, the feel of his probing tongue irresistible. When Qui-Gon descended from his mouth to his throat and drew a long trail of hot saliva over his skin, he cried out and arched into the feel of the body above him. He never thought his master could be so good at seduction, but here he was, writhing under the very man that seemed to be the most serene Jedi of all, lost in total bliss and slowly losing the rest of his sanity with every single touch of the other. He raised his hands to bury them in Qui-Gon's silver-streaked mane, drawing the man up for another kiss.

Oh sweet Force, Qui-Gon thought. He withdrew his mouth from Obi-Wan and gazed down into the blazing eyes of his apprentice. He was beautiful. Flushed cheeks, lips swollen from kisses. With shaking hands he raised a hand to Obi-Wan's cheek and rubbed his thumb over the soft skin, trailing his fingers further until they found entrance into the lush mouth. He gasped out loud when Obi-Wan sucked his finger between his lips and he watched in amazement as Obi-Wan's tongue darted out to swirl around it.

A shiver ran down his spine and set his already hot groin on fire. He shifted his legs so that he lay in between those of his apprentice. Obi-Wan slowly released his finger and stared up at him with an expression that spoke of wonder, mixed with a barely hidden lust and desire. For a long time none of them said a word and they just watched each other, lost in the feelings mirrored on their faces.

Obi-Wan swallowed audibly before he broke the silence with a pleading tone. "Master?" Qui-Gon couldn't help but notice the insecurity in his wavering voice and tried to offer a smile, not realizing that instead of a warmly affectionate smile, a feral grin crossed his features. Obi-Wan gasped and arched into him, his head lolling back, the need to spill what he desired so badly to say overwhelming him.

"Master. I want you," he whispered, almost moaning.

The last restraint Qui-Gon had shattered into a million pieces. With a little help from the Force he freed himself and his Padawan of all the remaining clothing in a flicker of an eye. The contact of skin to skin made them groan out loud and Qui-Gon felt his already aching erection fill even more. He could lie there for hours, just savouring the feel of this soft skin under his body, but more pressing matters arose - literally. He surrendered himself completely to the task of devouring his Padawan's writhing naked body. He kissed and licked his way down his chest, with little but insistent stops at both of the hardening pale nipples. Obi-Wan was beyond coherent thought, giving himself over to the sensation of his deepest fantasies and the feel of Qui-Gon's ministrations. He cried out loud when Qui-Gon bit on his hip-bone, then his cry turned into a giggle when a bearded cheek nuzzled the inside of his thigh. It would have been the understatement of the year to say he hadn't expected what was coming next, but still he felt a sting of shock and sudden panic when he felt warm breath on his most private body part and moist lips closing around him.

His bucking hips were caught by strong hands that held him down, even as his whole body was trashing from the surge of heat that shot from his groin. He was too close, too soon and he pushed himself up and drew Qui-Gon down, kissing him again. The taste of his own arousal was even more exhilarating. With a little assistance from the Force he pushed Qui-Gon back on the floor.

They both groaned when their straining erections met, both instantly bucking their hips, evoking a delicious friction that left them shivering with raw need. Obi-Wan used one hand to steady himself, with the other he traced lazy circles on Qui-Gon's chest and abdomen, his fingers ever so slightly sliding down the soft trail of hair, but avoiding to linger where Qui-Gon wanted them most. Finally, finally his hand closed around his throbbing member and Qui-Gon yelped at the sudden contact on his hot flesh. Obi-Wan was stroking him slow and hard, drawing delight from the intense look on Qui-Gon's face and the little whimpers he produced. Obi-Wan could have gone on like that for hours and hours, but Qui-Gon had different things in mind.

I want. Qui-Gon started, but Obi-Wan drew him into another kiss, opening his side of the bond bond and flooding his mind with images that left Qui-Gon gasping, unable to even respond to the bruising kisses his apprentice placed on his lips.

Obi-Wan drew him back on top of his body, watching him with pleading eyes. "Please." he whispered huskily.

Qui-Gon swallowed, but his alcoholically intoxicated mind was weak and didn't allow him to back away. Coherent thought long forgotten, he lifted Obi-Wan's legs, determined to prepare his Padawan softly for what was to come. The first touch of his hands at the tight opening made Obi-Wan squirm, but as soon as he felt a damp finger enter him, the pleasure overrode his fears. Qui-Gon's touch was tender, even in a highly dazed state he didn't allow himself to just take what was offered so ruthlessly. He carefully slicked his hard erection with his own pre-cum and spit.

When Obi-Wan was arching against his hand, he bent forward to place a soft kiss against his lips, then shifted his body so that he was hovering over the young man. All the while as he was gently probing for entry, they locked eyes, Obi-Wan's stormy and clouded, Qui-Gon's dark and husky. When they finally were united, both of them lay still for a moment. Obi-Wan was holding his breath, afraid to shatter if he inhaled. Qui-Gon started to rock him slowly, savouring the excellent feeling of being sheathed in Obi-Wan. His apprentice pronounced his desire with little moans that in their delicate tone added to his arousal. The sound of those soft moans, grunts and groans coming out of his Padawan's mouth was nearly enough to make Qui-Gon lose it there and then. He bent down to nibble at the vulnerable flesh at Obi- Wan's throat, eliciting an even louder, enthusiastic shout. Obi-Wan's head was spinning. For so long he had imagined that Qui-Gon would make love to him and now that his dreams had suddenly come true, he saw that his fantasies were nothing compared to the pure beauty of the moment, nothing compared to the actual feel of Qui-Gon inside him, his lips kissing and licking on his skin. The weight of the older man above him was welcome, and the brush of his surprisingly soft skin over his own with every movement of their bodies was the most exquisite touch he had ever felt. He felt the tension build in him to unbearable heights with every slow stroke.

Soon their movements became more frantic, less hesitant, and Qui-Gon buried his face in Obi-Wan's throat, his breathing erratic. Just when he remembered that he maybe should see to Obi-Wan's erection, the young man cried out loud, clenching around him. The feeling of Obi- Wan's rippling orgasm brought him over the edge too, and with a shuddering sound he surrendered to his own pleasure.

Their energies drained, they fell into a blissful sleep, Qui-Gon still resting on top of his Padawan.

When Obi-Wan awoke, he felt sticky and sweaty and hot. With much effort he managed to open one eye and winced as a throbbing headache suddenly started to hammer in his skull. His sight was blocked by a curtain of long dark silver-streaked hair.

"I have a bad feeling about this...," he muttered and tried to focus on his surroundings, only to find himself lying on Qui-Gon's bed in their assigned quarters. He tried to sit up and promptly fell off the edge of the bed with a loud thud. "Ouch.," he gasped, wincing as he landed on his sore behind.

"I have a really bad feeling about this.," he said and looked down at his lower abdomen, where the evidence of an orgasm he couldn't quite remember was sticking between his pubic hairs.

"Ohhh NOOOOO!" Obi-Wan exclaimed loudly. Frantically he tried to remember what had happened yesterday at the reception, but however hard he tried, the events of the evening just wouldn't pop up in his mind.

The loud cry of dismay had awakened Qui-Gon. The elder man stretched his body luxuriously before noticing a very consternated Obi-Wan sitting on the floor.

Qui-Gon looked at him, bewildered. "Padawan, would you care to explain what you are doing on the floor next to my bed?"

"Errr.," Obi-Wan started, scratching his head, "I hoped you could tell me.."

Qui-Gon struggled to sit up and when he moved back, he hit his head on the headboard. Simultaneously he and Obi-Wan winced in pain.

"Ouch." Obi-Wan yelped and reached up to rub a non-existent bruise at his head.

Qui-Gon stared at his apprentice with a curious glance, just about to make a comment about the state of nudity Obi-Wan was in, when Obi- Wan suddenly registered what had just happened.

"Oh Sith!" he cursed, reaching out through their bond to verify his suspicions. He found the Master/Padawan bond greatly expanded. He reached into Qui-Gon's mind to alert him to the existence of this new kind of Force bond, still trying to get over the initial shock.

Qui-Gon's eyes widened and he gasped out loud, when he felt the probing over their bond and instantly understood what it indicated. "Oh fuck!"

Obi-Wan smiled rather humourlessly, withdrawing himself from his Master's mind. "Apparently we have already covered that, Master!"

He continued in a forced calm voice, "Tell me, what do you remember about last night?"

It was Qui-Gon's turn to scratch his head in confusion. "Well... I remember a reception... steamy hot liquid.," he paused, "...and you in a SKIRT!"

"You know, strictly speaking, it wasn't a skirt. And you were wearing one too!"

"Apparently we have lost the skirts at some point." Qui-Gon stated, observing his own state of undress.

Obi-Wan nearly snorted. "That much is fairly obvious, Master," he said with a gesture at the spoiled bedclothes.

"No we didn't!" Qui-Gon groaned. "Tell me we didn't participate in any kind of sordid debauchery!" He fell back on the bed and covered his eyes with the back of his hand, drawing in a deep shuddering breath.

Obi-Wan blushed deeply. Sordid debauchery? He couldn't remember a thing, but he was sure if he DID anything with Qui-Gon Jinn, it shouldn't be called sordid debauchery.

"Apparently we did and I can't even remember it, darn it!" The words were out of his mouth before he could do anything to stop them.

Qui-Gon sat up slowly, gazing down at his Padawan who was still sitting on the floor, now with a rather ashamed expression on his features.

"You.you want to remember. sordid debauchery.with me?" he asked curiously, in the same instant frightened of the answer.

Obi-Wan blushed once more, then examined the tense but somehow smouldering look of his Master.

"In excruciating detail, Master."

A wide grin spread over Qui-Gon's face, the tension draining from his features instantly. He padded the empty space on the bed next to him.

"Why don't you come over here and we try to sort out all of those. excruciating details?"

His apprentice grinned and practically leapt onto the bed, only to be welcomed by his Master's eager embrace.

Hours, and hours, and hours later.

Qui-Gon trailed his index finger down Obi-Wan's sticky chest and admired the well-defined muscles lying under soft skin.

"Do you think we have sorted out all these details to your entire satisfaction?" he asked and raised his head to look into Obi-Wan's eyes.

Obi-Wan grinned blissfully. "I still think there might be some details to give greater attention to."

Qui-Gon snorted and laughed, grabbing for Obi-Wan's braid and tugging on it gently. "Imp," he said, then ducked his head to nibble on a spot below Obi-Wan's earlobe, making the young man shiver.

"Tease."

Qui-Gon laughed again, and Obi-Wan discovered how he loved to hear his usual low rumble turn into an even more delightful laugh.

"Padawan, can you remember something of last night though? It must have been mind-shattering life-changing utterly blissful and lovely debauchery we surrendered to. It was for sure strong enough to form a life-long bond," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone.

Obi-Wan giggled at the use of the word debauchery. "Even more mind- shattering, life-changing and utterly blissful lovely debauchery than we have been engaged in for the last few hours?" he teased.

Qui-Gon blushed a deep shade of crimson. "So I take it that that sordid debauchery was to your satisfaction."

Obi-Wan shifted a little on the bed and lifted Qui-Gon's chin to kiss his lips tenderly. "You know, Master, the only thing that you didn't manage to arouse was my memory."