Warning: m/m sex (duh), cameo appearance by real world person
Spoilers: My cats demand their daily belly rub from their pet
human.
Summary: Obi is sick and Qui helps him heal.
Feedback: Why else do I write? oddjob103@hotmail.com is where
you need to go.
Disclaimer: Not mine despite the fact that they camp out in my
head and make more demands than my cats. They also never give
me any money. Curse that Jedi mind whammy ;)
Notes: In a previous story, I asked for fantasy ideas. Rogue
sent me this one. It simmered a while on the back burner then
came to a sudden boil. This one is for you, O Striped One.
"This is not funny," Obi-Wan grumbled.
"No, my Padawan, it is not," Qui-Gon agreed with the barest
hint of amusement.
"I hate being sick." The younger Jedi fiddled with the blanket
that his Master insisted he wrap up in.
Qui-Gon smiled fondly at him. "Would a story make you feel
better?"
Obi-Wan made a face. "Master! I'm not a child."
"Bear with me, Obi-Wan. You'll like this one."
The young man gave a mock glare. "This better be good."
Are you ready, Obi-Wan
**Yes, Master I hope I can do this**, the young man thought
privately.
The Torq'l syndicate members settled themselves into a
semi-circle around Qui-Gon Jinn as he sat in a chair in the
center of the room. He waited for Obi-Wan to come to him.
The Jedi Council needed to know more about the Torq'l and, of
course, sent their best to investigate. As for the cover they
established Qui-Gon was positive Yoda created it just for
mischief. Qui-Gon was a gun runner who traveled with his pet,
Obi-Wan.
To Qui-Gon's surprise, the Torq'l didn't do a deep background
check on him. The Torq'l just didn't seem to care. The only
thing they wanted was to see Jinn's 'pleasure boy' in action.
Obi-Wan had to claim him a Master in public for all to see.
That way Qui-Gon could fight anyone who trespassed without
causing trouble. Sex seemed to be an important communication
tool here. At least, that's what Qui-Gon surmised.
So here he sat waiting. He was forbidden to touch until the
dance was over.
Slow, seductive, rhythmic music began to play as Obi-Wan
dressed in some sort of flimsy gauze started to dance. Qui-Gon
recognized various katas that Obi-Wan cleverly adapted for his
dance.
He seemed to flow from one move to another. The almost
transparent gauze gave tantalizing hints of his charms without
completely revealing him. Obi-Wan knew this and played it for
all it was worth. He danced closer and closer letting the gauze
whisper across his Master's face.
"My Master," he crooned softly before straddling Qui-Gon's
legs and settling on his lap.
Both men started to feel Qui-Gon's erection. The Jedi Master
gripped the sides of the chair to prevent himself from touching
his apprentice.
Obi-Wan recovered from the shock first giving his Master a
sly, sexy grin. He braced his hands on Qui-Gon's shoulders and
undulated his body against the older man's. He moaned freely at
the contact. He sped up rubbing hard against Qui-Gon's crotch.
Then he slowed down so he could kiss his Master.
He thrust his tongue into Qui-Gon's mouth not stopping his
movements. He'd wanted his Master for a long time and
desperately wanted to draw out this dance.
Unfortunately, he sensed Qui-Gon's orgasm all too soon.
Quickly, Obi-Wan slid off his Master's lap and ripped open the
pants to swallow his hard cock. Almost immediately, Qui-Gon
emptied himself into his student's mouth shouting Obi-Wan's
name.
The Jedi Master reeled. He'd felt Obi-Wan's long repressed
desire and love for him through their bond. That turned him on
as much as the bodily contact. Knowing his love for his
apprentice was returned freed him to speak.
Centering himself once more, Qui-Gon opened his eyes to take
in the beautiful sight of a highly aroused Obi-Wan Kenobi.
"Come for me," he whispered hoarsely.
His eyes locked with his Master, Obi-Wan tore off the gauze to
reveal himself to his lover's burning gaze. He triumphantly
smiled the smile of a favorite who knows his value.
Obi-Wan slid his hands across his chest teasing and pulling at
his nipples until they peaked. He trailed his fingertips along
his abdomen carefully avoiding his erection. He heard his
Master moan at the sight. Love shone from Obi-Wan's eyes as he
finally grasped his leaking cock gently stroking himself in
unconscious rhythm with his breathing. The fire in Qui-Gon's
eyes inflamed him. His arm jerked harder and faster as Obi-Wan
let himself go.
He came all over his Master's boots sobbing Qui-Gon's name.
Obi-Wan's hips thrust up into his Master's mouth. "Oh, Force.
Yes. Qui-Gon!"
Once his pulse slowed down from the speed of light, he swatted
playfully at his Master's head as it lay on his thigh. "You are
evil. I'm supposed to be sick."
"Sex is considered the best medicine on many worlds, Padawan.
It is my duty to ensure your well being," Qui-Gon teased.
Before Obi-Wan could snort a suitable retort, a delicate cough
sounded from the doorway. Padawan Healer Rogue stood smirking
at her fellow Jedi. "I don't suppose you'll be needing this
anti-viral serum now?" she asked cheekily.
To her delight, both Padawan and Master blushed bright red.
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