Support your local library

by Epeeblade (Epeeblade@aol.com)

Category: Humor

Rating: I'd say R for sex, not heavy enough for a higher rating.

Archive: Yes to MA and my site (http://www.geocities.com/epeeblade) anyplace else, please ask.

Summary: Part of the MMOM challenge. Obi-Wan takes a dare in the library.

Warnings: Unbeta'd

Feedback: Is always appreciated.

Series/Sequel: Not really, but I am using a OMC from another fic that has yet to be released.

Notes: This is the first time I've ever answered a MMOM challenge. Plus, I think there might already be a fic out there involving the Jedi library. Heck, the Jedi Library needs more sex.

Dedicated to the other librarian list-sibs :)

"You want me to do what?" Obi-Wan Kenobi hissed loudly, glaring at his fellow padawans. Senior padawan exams were nearly over, and he had accepted a study date with a group from his Devalian Philosophy class. They had met at the library, since much of the Devalian materials were non- circulating items - being of the rather frail and archaic format of paper.

The group had parked themselves at a table near the reference desk, close enough to the shelves that stored the preciously fragile material. Obi-Wan pulled out his comm-pad, and started it up, oblivious to the looks the other padawans were giving to the woman stationed at the desk.

Padawan Bruck Chun, Obi-Wan's rival from initiate days and all around troublemaker had whispered to the group. "Hey guys, it's a new one. You know what that means."

When the others started nodding, Obi-Wan looked around and realized he was the only one who had no idea what Bruck was talking about. "What?"

"You've never heard of initiating the new Librarian?" Garen leaned forward; he was sitting across from Obi-Wan, next to padawans Rabi and Odette.

Obi-Wan groaned internally. He already had a bad feeling about this. "How do you go about doing that?"

"I'm glad you asked, Kenobi," Bruck whispered, his face contorting into a wide grin. He leaned over and whispered in Obi-Wan's ear.

That was when Obi-Wan had squealed in indignation which earned him a reproachful look from said new Librarian. "Why me?" he whined, his voice much lower now.

"You're the only one who hasn't done it before." Odette whispered. She and Rabi had been in the same initiate class, a year before Obi-Wan and his age-mates. He didn't know either of them well, though both seemed nice enough. Odette was clearly the stronger personality, sheltering the somewhat smaller Rabi.

"You've done it?" Obi-Wan gasped, surprised.

She leveled an impatient look at him. "Girls can do it too, and we don't leave as much of a mess."

He groaned again, now with an unwanted image of Odette leaning back in her chair, her hand sneaking below the table... Obi-Wan shook his head, trying to clear it of that. "I can't believe he's done it." he pointed to Rabi, who blushed under the scrutiny.

Rabi lowered his full eyelashes, making his large brown eyes seem even more childlike. If he hadn't known Rabi was 19, Obi-Wan would have guessed he was much younger. He wondered why he had never seen the young man before this shared class.

"I can't. I'm not allowed." Rabi answered quietly.

Bruck snorted, "You're the only padawan I know who needs his master's permission to jack off."

"Bruck!" Odette growled from across the table, kicking out with her leg and targeting Chun's shin.

"Ow!" Obi-Wan muttered. She had missed and got him instead.

"Sorry," Odette murmured.

"Anyway, Kenobi, it's your turn."

Obi-Wan frowned down at his comm-pad. The initiation rite was simple: masturbate under the table and not get caught. He wondered if this was designed more to embarrass the Librarian or himself. "This is ridiculous."

"You should have seen it when Bruck did it." Odette began, probably to goad Obi-Wan into action. "We were sitting over there, even closer to the desk and whipped it out right in front of poor Lissi E'lit, the new padawan worker. The girl turned a bright shade of blue and nearly passed out."

"She was impressed," Bruck confided.

"She was Bevurian." Garen rolled his eyes. "Bevurian men are built differently."

"They don't have penises." Rabi explained to Obi-Wan. "They have anterior ridges, which provide more stimulation over a larger area.

Everyone at the table glared at the padawan in shock. Rabi just grinned.

"Ok, fine. If I do this will you just stop talking about it? We've got an exam to prepare for." Obi-Wan figured he could do it quickly and most importantly, quietly, then clean up and finish studying.

Bruck grinned. "I say he comes in 5 strokes."

"Ten credits says he makes it last." Odette put in.

Obi-Wan dropped his head into his hands and wondered why he even bothered. He felt a pat on his head and looked up into Rabi's smoky gaze. "Here." the younger padawan gave Obi-Wan a soft cream-colored cloth. "You're going to need this."

Ok, this wasn't necessarily bad. Obi-Wan draped himself over the table, covering much of his lower body from view. Carefully, he undid his leggings, then reached beneath his undercloth and began stroking himself to hardness. He stared down at the table, at the pages of philosophy covering the dark-colored plasteel. If he looked at one of his fellow padawans, he knew he would collapse in laughter and the task would never get done.

He did sneak a glance over at the Librarian, who seemed intent on staring at her comm-unit's screen. Good, she looked occupied. He closed his eyes briefly, imagining another's touch on his cock. The hand started out as his master's, large and familiar, with lightsaber calluses providing exquisite stimulation. He began to harden and pulled himself out of his undercloth, the cool air startling him as he revealed himself to the library.

Nobody can see me, Bruck's hiding me on one side, I'm leaning over, nobody can see, he chanted mentally. It was a poor version of a serenity chant, but worked just as well. He snaked the other hand down, the one holding onto Rabi's gift, the cloth that would hopefully prevent him from staining the table or his leggings. Obi-Wan fisted his cock, pulling on it, eager for this to be over.

It was no use, there was no way he could come like this, aware of the red-faced padawans surrounding him. He needed to focus on his pleasure, on the moment. He nearly giggled, thinking of what his master would say if he knew to what use his padawan was putting his sage advice.

His master. Now that was a good place to begin. Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut tighter, his touches on his cock softer now, more playful as he swirled his thumb around the drop of moisture gathering at the tip. He imagined it was Qui-Gon playing with his length, teasing him with his tongue, covering him with his warm mouth, then pulling away to blow gently at the saliva covered penis.

Obi-Wan allowed the fantasy to grow, imagining himself being serviced by his master, as he stood proud, letting the entire temple see his impressive size. Then Qui-Gon moved aside and it was Bruck kneeling before him, taking his turn at tasting Obi-Wan. "So good, Obi," the other padawan moaned, nibbling at Obi-Wan's cock like the snack it was.

"Move aside, Chun," then there was Rabi, with his full, red lips, taking his turn in the line.

Obi-Wan threw his head back and groaned, no longer aware of his location, lost in the fantasy as his hand continued to pluck at his cock, the strokes coming faster now, and he was close, so close, and then he was there, coming hard onto the table with his first spurt. Then there was another hand on his, moving to cover his penis with the now pointless cloth he held gripped in his left hand.

He opened his eyes and met Bruck's shocked gaze. The hand in his lap belonged to Bruck, who began to clean him gently. "You're supposed to keep from getting it all over, Kenobi," he growled good naturedly.

"That was amazing." Rabi said breathlessly, his cheeks pink as he regarded Obi-Wan with something like awe.

"You owe me 10 credits, Bruck," Odette said smugly, sitting back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest.

"What?" Obi-Wan asked stupidly. His orgasm had ripped much of the intelligence out of him, it seemed.

"You were doing that for like a half hour, Obi-Wan." Garen took pity on him and explained. "We had to shield you."

"Yeah, or else the rest of the Temple would have gotten a good look at one very interesting fantasy." Bruck grinned. He finished cleaning Obi- Wan, then tucked him neatly back into his leggings.

"Oh, Force," Obi-Wan groaned, thumping his head on the table. "Was I loud?"

"Let's just say, Obi, that you did a good job of initiating the Librarian," Odette snickered.

"And marking the table," Garen snorted.

Some days, Obi-Wan reflected, it didn't pay to get out of bed.

Much later, the preparation for the exam actually got finished and Obi-Wan stood with the others. He put the books onto the carrel and tucked his comm-pad into his utility belt. "Dinner?" Bruck asked them, motioning to the door.

"Padawan, may I speak to you a moment?"

Obi-Wan whirled around and realized that the Librarian was speaking to him. Oh Force, here was where he would get charged with the cleaning bill for the library, or some other such thing. "Um, you guys go on ahead, I'll meet you at the dining hall."

He walked over to her desk and hung his head. "Yes, Knight Librarian...?"

"Rie, Y'tha Rie, padawan." she smiled up at him, her dark eyes shrewd. "I've come here only recently, from the Temple on Yavin. You know, on Yavin, we had the oddest tradition."

"Really." Obi-Wan murmured, he could feel his face coloring. Here it comes, he thought, I'll be cleaning the creche for weeks.

"...and frankly padawan, your technique needs work."

"What?" Obi-Wan gasped, suddenly focusing on what she was saying.

"I mean, honestly padawan, losing yourself in the moment to such an extent you forget to shield? In a public place? Have you forgotten the basic rule of public exhibitionism?"

"Um..."

"Fortunately, I've selected some books you might want to review." she handed him a portable comm, with several library selections highlighted.

"T-thank you, Knight Librarian Rie." Obi-Wan gasped out, taking the comm with shaking hands.

"Next time I see you in this Library, I want you to do it right, padawan, understand?" she lectured sternly.

"Understood." he gasped out.

"Good. Good luck with your exam." she dismissed him.

As he walked away he could hear her grumbling. "Try to embarrass me, eh, just who did they think invented initiating the librarian...." He grinned to himself and escaped the library before she could suggest any more resources.

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