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by Mali Wane ( maliwane@yahoo.com )

Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no

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Category: PWP

Rating: NC17

Spoilers: None

Pairing: Q/O/Bruck

Summary: As a surprise for Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon invites Bruck over to play with a new toy.

Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.

Warnings: None

Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.

Author's Notes: This is in response to Master Ruth's challenge, given on the TMI list, to write a story that includes Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Bruck, a futuristic sex toy and NC17 sex between at least two of the trio.

Obi-Wan moved through the halls of the Temple as quickly as he could without actually running. He was late for saber practice, again, and he doubted his Master would be as forgiving as he had been yesterday. He could sense Qui-Gon's growing irritation with him through their bond and Obi-Wan silently cursed his own stupidity at not being more aware of the time.

"I'm sorry, Master," he apologized even before the door to the training room closed behind him.

Qui-Gon was kneeling on the mat in the center of the room. "So good of you to find the time to join me, Padawan."

Obi-Wan flinched inwardly at the tone of his Master's voice. "I can explain, Master," he said breathlessly, as he slipped off his robe and moved to join Qui-Gon on the mat.

"I'm sure you can, Padawan. And once we have finished sparring, and you have completed the extra meditation I will assign you, I would love to hear it. I'm quite certain it will be far more creative than yesterday's excuse."

"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan mumbled contritely.

As soon as Obi-Wan finished his lengthy meditation, he headed back to the rooms he shared with his Master. Qui-Gon had worked him hard, and though the young man had enjoyed the intense sparring, he was exhausted. He wanted nothing more than a hot shower and then to fall into bed, preferably with Qui-Gon there to massage his aching shoulders and thighs. Which would probably lead to other types of massages, and regardless of how tired he was at the moment, Obi-Wan knew his body would respond quite nicely to Qui-Gon's touch. Just the thought of Qui-Gon's hands caused his penis to twitch in anticipation and Obi-Wan was certain he would never be too old or too tired to desire his bondmate's touch.

As he neared their quarters, he remembered Qui-Gon's irritation with him earlier and could only hope his Master's mood had lightened. He was actually looking forward to explaining to Qui-Gon why he had been late for practice, but only if the Master was in the right frame of mind. Taking a deep breath, he centered himself and then quickly walked through the door.

Qui-Gon was sitting on the couch, a cup of tea in one hand and a data pad in the other. Hair still damp from his recent shower, he was dressed in comfortable leggings and a well-worn tunic, and Obi-Wan couldn't help the rush of pleasure he felt at seeing his Master like this.

"Master," Obi-Wan said in greeting as he removed his robe and walked towards the couch. Feeling brave, he bent down and brushed his lips softly against Qui-Gon's.

As he began to rise, Qui-Gon caught the back of his neck in a vise-like grip.

"Did you hope to distract me into forgetting about our promised discussion?" Qui-Gon asked softly against his Padawan's lips. "Because surely you know even if I do this -" he leaned forward and captured Obi-Wan's mouth with his own.

Obi-Wan's eyes slid closed at the assault on his mouth. Feeling Qui-Gon's tongue demanding entrance, he parted his lips slightly and leaned into the kiss. Qui-Gon languidly slipped his tongue into the warm cavern within, and Obi-Wan moaned softly.

Abruptly Qui-Gon pulled back, releasing the young man's neck at the same time and Obi-Wan barely stopped himself from tumbling into Qui-Gon's lap.

"- I will still remember your disrespectfulness to me earlier," Qui-Gon finished.

Blushing furiously, Obi-Wan straightened and took a step back. "I wasn't trying to distract you, Master. I merely wanted to kiss you."

Feeling sorry for his Apprentice, Qui-Gon smiled softly and sent a tendril of love through their bond. "Go take a shower, Obi-Wan. There will be time enough for kissing later," he promised.

Obi-Wan looked at his Master for a long moment before returning the smile. With a brief nod, he turned and headed towards the fresher.

A short time later he rejoined Qui-Gon in the sitting room. Shirtless and wearing his own comfortable leggings, he slipped to his knees in front of Qui-Gon.

"I truly am sorry about my behavior," Obi-Wan said quietly.

"I would hear your reason."

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and then began. "As you know, Bruck and I were planning on meeting after class and studying for our astrophysics exam."

"Surely you are not going to try to convince me that you were so caught up in astrophysics that you forgot the time," Qui-Gon teased.

"Of course not, Master," Obi-Wan said indignantly and then he lowered his eyes before adding, "we actually never got around to the studying part."

"Indeed," Qui-Gon said dryly, one eyebrow arching mockingly.

"Just as we were about to begin, Bruck said he wanted to tell me about the Feel-You-Fill-Me first, and before I knew it, I was late for practice."

"And what exactly is this Fill-Me-Fill-Me that had you so enraptured that you lost track of the time?"

Obi-Wan grinned. "Feel-You-Fill-Me, Master. It's a sex toy Bruck overheard his Master talking about."

"Well, today's excuse is certainly starting out more creatively than yesterday's," Qui-Gon said, trying, but failing to hide a grin. "So, tell me about this, er, device."

"It's actually two separate devices; a cock-sleeve and a dildo in a harness, and it's electronically controlled. You can us it alone or with a partner. For instance, if you and I were to use it..." Obi-Wan paused, making sure he had Qui-Gon's full attention, "I would wear the cock-sleeve and you would wear the dildo. The cock sleeve would be programmed to mimic wherever the dildo is, which would be inside you. The dildo would mimic whatever was inside the cock sleeve, which would be my penis. The dildo, once it is strapped on, would move inside you, matching my strokes inside the sleeve."

The mental image sent a shudder through Qui-Gon. His cock, plunging into Obi-Wan's body. Obi-Wan, thrusting into a cock sleeve that gripped him as tightly as Qui-Gon's own channel, the dildo, moving inside Qui-Gon to the rhythm of Obi-Wan's thrusts. He closed his eyes and swallowed, hard.

"It gets better, Master," Obi-Wan said a bit huskily, realizing they both were fully aroused. "When I ejaculate inside the sleeve it causes the dildo to 'ejaculate' synthetic sperm inside of you."

Qui-Gon cleared his throat. "I think I can understand why your attention was not on the chrono, where it belonged."

"Bruck also told me how it could be used with three people," Obi-Wan said, a bit hesitantly.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. He used the three of us as an example."

Qui-Gon's eyebrow rose even higher.

"It can be used two ways. Either with you, taking both of us at the same time, or like a sandwich. If you wanted to take us both, the dildo would be programmed to read a tiny electrode that you would wear. You would be inside me, and the dildo, which would take on your characteristics, would be inside Bruck."

Thinking of himself pleasuring both the young men at once made his arousal spike even higher.

Obi-Wan went on, "I'm pretty sure you understand the sandwich idea. You in me, Bruck in you, the dildo in Bruck..."

Qui-Gon nodded, hoping to forestall any more vivid descriptions. "Bruck used me as an example?"

"Master, you know he finds you incredibly sexy."

"No, Padawan, I had no idea. Actually, that is a bit of information I could have gone a very long time without knowing."

"I really thought you knew."

"I knew he found you incredibly sexy."

"What?" Obi-Wan nearly shouted in surprise. "That's absurd. Why would you even think something so ridiculous?"

"Obi-Wan. A third year initiate could not help but see the way he looks at you. You were truly not aware of his interest?"

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "I guess I never noticed. You are all I've ever wanted so I have no need to look around."

Qui-Gon smiled and reached out to gently stroke Obi-Wan's face. "And you are more than I've ever dreamed I would have."

Sighing softly, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and leaned into the tender caress.

"So in the past you've never considered entering into a relationship with Bruck?" Qui-Gon asked curiously, pulling his hand back. "After all, he is a very good looking young man."

"He's certainly not hard on the eyes," Obi-Wan agreed. "But no, it never really occurred to me. When we were younger, there was so much animosity between us, and then once we grew up and became friends, I was already in love with you."

Qui-Gon was silent a moment as he studied the young man in front of him. "I will accept your excuse for being late, Obi-Wan, and I trust this will not happen again."

"I promise, Master. I will pay closer attention to my responsibilities in the future."

"I know you will, Padawan," Qui-Gon said as he slid to floor in front of Obi-Wan. He reached out and cupped the young man's face in his hands. "Now, I think I promised you a kiss."

The next morning they left Coruscant to negotiate a peace treaty on a distant planet, and their mission kept them away from the Temple for several weeks. The mission was an exhausting one, and Obi-Wan had very little time to think about the Feel-You-Fill-Me, or his talk with Bruck.

The morning after they returned, Qui-Gon surprised him during first meal by telling him the Council had decided he and Obi-Wan deserved a bit of down-time and were being given three days off, effective immediately.

"They gave us three days?" Obi-Wan asked incredulously.

"Three days for you and I to do whatever pleases us," Qui-Gon confirmed.

"And what would please you, my Master?" Obi-Wan asked seductively.

"Spending three days in bed with you, my Padawan," Qui-Gon answered huskily, not bothering to hide his love and desire for the young man.

"What a coincidence," Obi-Wan said as he rose from his chair and moved towards the other man. Qui-Gon leaned back from the table and Obi-Wan accepted the silent invitation by straddling his Master's thighs and then settling comfortably on his lap. "Because spending three days in bed with you is exactly what would please me."

Their kiss was soft and sweet, yet full of promise, and it left both men aching and breathless. "I love you, my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon whispered when he finally broke the kiss.

"With all of my soul," Obi-Wan responded before reluctantly getting to his feet. "But I do have to go to class for my astrophysics exam, otherwise I'll be forced to take Master Ubesie's make-up test." He shuddered slightly. "I think I would rather watch a pair of banthas mate."

Qui-Gon chuckled. "I would have much preferred it if you had not shared that image with me, Padawan."

Obi-Wan grinned and leaned in for one last kiss. "Will you be here, when I've finished with the exam?"

"I have a few things to take care of, but I suspect I will be right here waiting for my love to return."

"Now that's an image I am quite thrilled to take with me," Obi-Wan said softly.

Several hours later, Obi-Wan left the classroom, certain he had just taken the longest exam in the history of the Temple. It had been far more difficult than he had imagined, but he was pleased with his performance, nonetheless. It was a perfect beginning to what promised to be an incredible three days spent in Qui-Gon's arms.

He quickly made his way through the halls and back to his quarters, his anticipation growing with every step. Once he went through the doors of their quarters, everything else would cease to exist for three wonderful days, and Obi-Wan planned to take advantage of every precious moment.

As he neared their rooms, he sought Qui-Gon's presence through their bond and was rewarded with a mental caress of welcome from his Master. Before he could palm the lock on their door, it was sliding open with a quiet hiss and Qui-Gon was standing there, waiting for him. Hair flowing unfettered at his shoulders, he was barefoot and dressed in a dark blue tunic with faded leggings, and Obi-Wan was certain he'd never seen anything as beautiful.

"Master," he breathed softly as his eyes roamed hungrily over Qui-Gon.

"My Padawan," Qui-Gon responded, smiling at the look in Obi-Wan's eyes. "I'm glad you are back."

"You look incredible," Obi-Wan said as he slowly walked through the doorway. Then he was in Qui-Gon's arms and they shared a tender kiss.

Breaking the kiss, Qui-Gon looked down at his smiling Padawan. "I have a surprise for you, my Obi-Wan," he said quietly.

"You mean something other than being able to spend three days alone with you?"

In answer, Qui-Gon stepped aside, giving Obi-Wan a clear view of their common room. Sitting on the couch and fiddling nervously with a small package, was Bruck Chun.

Obi-Wan's eyes widened in surprise as he turned to look questioningly at Qui-Gon. [Only if you want this, my love.] Qui-Gon sent through their bond. [One word and he will go, no questions asked.]

Still very confused, Obi-Wan turned his head back to Bruck who was now blushing furiously under Obi-Wan's scrutiny.

"Hello, Obi-Wan," Bruck said timidly.

"You are my surprise?" he asked baffled.

Qui-Gon took a step closer and slid his arm around Obi-Wan's waist. "Only if you want this," he repeated, aloud this time. "I've explained to Padawan Chun the decision is completely up to you."

"I'm sorry, Qui-Gon, but I have no idea what this is about." Obi-Wan said quietly, even as an idea began to form in his mind. As understanding dawned, Obi-Wan felt his own face flush with heat. Looking up at his Master, he asked. "This wouldn't have anything to do with my reason for being late for my sparring lesson a few weeks ago, would it?"

"Indeed, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon answered softly. "It has everything to do with it."

"Maybe I should just go, Master Jinn." Bruck was beginning to rise, his embarrassment almost palpable between the three men.

"Wait, Bruck," Obi-Wan said as he moved away from Qui-Gon and headed towards the couch. "Let's talk about this before either of us decide." He sat next to Bruck and Qui-Gon kneeled in front of them.

"I must admit, I am very intrigued by the idea," Obi-Wan began hesitantly, "though I do have some reservations." At Qui-Gon's nod, he continued. "I guess I just don't want anyone to be hurt."

"Obi-Wan, I'd like to say something, if I may." Bruck turned slightly so that he was facing the other Padawan. "I suppose it's no secret that I find you, as well as Master Jinn, attractive and desirable, but I am not stupid. I am aware of your feelings for each other and of the pair-bond you share. I suspect if you have not already, you will eventually lifebond, and honestly, I have never known two people more suited for one another. I have no secret agenda. I accepted Master Jinn's invitation exactly as it was intended - a chance to spend an enjoyable evening with both of you."

Obi-Wan quietly studied Bruck for a moment and then smiled. "I'm glad you are here, Bruck."

Qui-Gon reached out and placed his hand on Obi-Wan's knee. "You are certain, my love?"

"I'm certain," Obi-Wan responded confidently, his eyes never leaving Bruck's. "Are you certain, Bruck?"

"Very," Bruck whispered softly, his blush returning. "May I kiss you, Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon who only smiled and nodded. He brought his hand up to gently caress Bruck's cheek, and the young man sighed softly as he leaned into Obi-Wan's touch. He slowly leaned forward, pulling Bruck closer, and then his eyes slid closed as his lips whispered against Bruck's mouth.

Bruck moaned quietly before taking charge of the kiss, bringing his hand up to the back of Obi-Wan's head as he increased the pressure on Obi-Wan's mouth. Velvet lips parted for Bruck's questing tongue and then another hot tongue was sliding against his, as they tasted each other for the first time.

Qui-Gon watched intently as the young men kissed, very aware of his growing arousal. [So beautiful] he whispered to Obi-Wan through their bond, causing Obi-Wan to shudder slightly at the mental caress.

Breaking the kiss, Obi-Wan turned to his Master. "I want to watch while you kiss him, Qui-Gon," he breathed huskily.

Qui-Gon needed no further persuasion. One hand still on Obi-Wan's knee, he placed the other on Bruck's thigh and leaned forward, his eyes on Bruck's swollen mouth. Just before he made contact, he slid out his tongue and moved it over Bruck's lips, and the young man groaned at the sensation. Qui-Gon softly sucked Bruck's bottom lip into his mouth, and then ran his tongue over the sensitive underside. He could not repress his own groan as he felt Bruck's tongue dart out to taste him. Releasing Bruck's lip, he latched onto the young man's tongue, sucking it into his mouth in strong, rapid pulses, while he swirled his own tongue around Bruck's.

After a moment Qui-Gon pulled back and watched as Bruck struggled to calm his ragged breathing.

"I think we should move this into the other room," Obi-Wan said, rising to his feet. Without so much as a backward glance, he headed into the bedroom, pulling off his belt and sash as he went.

Qui-Gon stood and reached out to Bruck, helping the other man up. "Don't forget the package, Bruck," he said with a grin.

Blushing once again, Bruck grabbed the box from where it had fallen to the floor, and followed Qui-Gon into the other room.

Obi-Wan was sitting on the bed waiting for them, and he watched as Bruck glanced nervously around the large room, obviously trying to look anywhere but at the bed.

Sensing Bruck's discomfort, Qui-Gon stepped closer and put his arm around the young man's shoulders. Smiling down at Bruck, he led him to the bed, and then sat down on the edge, next to Obi-Wan, pulling Bruck to stand between his legs.

"There are no Masters or Padawans here, Bruck," he said gently as he gazed into the young man's eyes. "Inside this room we are equals, three people seeking to share what I hope will be a very pleasurable experience. But I want you to remember what I told you earlier, when we first spoke of this. If at any time you decide this is not what you want, you need only say so, and it will stop. There will never be a point of no return."

"I understand, Master," Bruck said softly. "And I do want this. I guess I'm just a little nervous." Glancing over at Obi-Wan, he remembered the package he was holding. "This is for you, Obi-Wan," he said, putting the box on Obi-Wan's lap. "Master Jinn asked me to get it for you."

"Another surprise?" Obi-Wan asked as he began to open the box. A moment later he was holding the contents in his hands. "Imagine that!" he remarked with a wicked grin. "It's a Feel-You-Fill-Me."

"I'm looking forward to doing a bit more then just imagining it," Qui-Gon said suggestively.

"I can hardly wait," Obi-Wan agreed. Dropping the toy back into the box, he slid off the bed and headed towards the other room. "But first I'm going to take a quick shower."

A short time later, Obi-Wan emerged from the fresher; a towel slung low over his hips. His breath caught in his throat at the site that greeted him, and he paused a moment to drink it in. Dressed only in leggings, Qui-Gon and Bruck were lying on the bed, locked in a passionate embrace, and it was one of the most erotic things Obi-Wan had ever seen. Qui-Gon's long, bronze arms were wrapped around Bruck's pale body, holding him close, while Bruck's hands roamed sensuously over the larger man's finely muscled back. Their kiss was long and deep and Obi-Wan realized he was fully aroused by just watching them.

Obi-Wan heard Qui-Gon moan, and he shivered as a bolt of desire went straight to his groin. He closed his eyes so that he could focus on the sounds the men were making, allowing the soft sighs and low moans to wash over and through him. Exhaling raggedly, Obi-Wan opened his eyes and quickly moved to join them.

Feeling movement on the bed, Qui-Gon released Bruck's lips and looked up to find Obi-Wan staring down at them.

"You have no idea how incredibly sexy the two of you look together," Obi-Wan whispered softly. "Or how you sound."

Pulling an arm from under Bruck, Qui-Gon reached out and tenderly cradled Obi-Wan's cheek in his palm. "My Padawan," he breathed as he slid his thumb over the young man's bottom lip.

Obi-Wan gazed into the eyes of the man who meant more to him than his own life, and allowed all of the love and respect he had for his Master to flow through their bond. A soft gasp from Qui-Gon was the only indication that anything had passed between them. Then Obi-Wan leaned down, momentarily forgetting about Bruck lying quietly beneath him, and pressed his lips to Qui-Gon's.

Qui-Gon moved his hand to the back of Obi-Wan's neck, his mouth opening to receive the warm tongue that slid inside. He inhaled deeply as he twined his own tongue around Obi-Wan's, allowing the scent and taste of his Padawan to permeate his senses.

[I love you, Qui-Gon Jinn] Obi-Wan sent through their bond as he reached over and entangled his hands in Qui-Gon's hair.

[My Obi-Wan] Qui-Gon responded, deepening their kiss.

It was Bruck, shifting uncomfortably beneath them, that broke their kiss.

Obi-Wan leaned back, blushing slightly. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"I'm not," Bruck said, looking steadily at Obi-Wan. "But I have to admit, I never dreamed I could almost come just from watching two men kiss."

Qui-Gon chuckled as he rolled away from Bruck and moved to sit next to the young man. Glancing appreciatively at the impressive bulge in Bruck's leggings, he grinned. "That does look uncomfortable."

Obi-Wan could feel Bruck fighting back his embarrassment. "He's not in much better shape," Obi-Wan said companionably as he pointed to his Master's groin.

Bruck turned his head to look and then shyly reached out a finger to trace the outline of Qui-Gon's penis through his leggings. At Qui-Gon's soft groan, he became bolder, his hand sliding down to cup Qui-Gon's heavy sac. "Do you think there is something we can do to help him?" Bruck asked as he continued to gently fondle Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon shivered at the light touch and then he was covering Bruck's hand with his own larger one, pressing hard as he arched his hips. "I can think of a thing or two," he growled roughly, his eyes darkening with desire.

Bruck inhaled sharply, his own hips arching off the bed as his body craved more contact. Eyes locked with Qui-Gon's, he slid his free hand down his chest and began to rub his aching member through his leggings. "That's good," he groaned, "because I would hate to make a mess in my pants."

"Oh, I think I can help with that," Obi-Wan said huskily as he reached down and pushed Bruck's hand away. Deftly untying the drawstring of Bruck's leggings, he quickly tugged them down and off. Without further warning, he bent down and took the throbbing erection deep into his mouth.

Bruck's yelp of surprise quickly turned to groans of pleasure as the other Padawan noisily sucked and licked his way down the thick shaft until Bruck could feel Obi-Wan's breaths tickle the hair at the base of his cock. He could feel the tip of his penis nudging the back of Obi-Wan's throat, and then Obi-Wan swallowed, his throat muscles tightening around the thick shaft and Bruck felt as if he were lost in sensory overload.

Unable to stop himself, Bruck moved his free hand to the back of Obi-Wan's head, holding him as he urgently thrust into the incredible wet heat of Obi-Wan's mouth. Qui-Gon still had Bruck's other hand pressed against his groin, and as Bruck neared his climax, he squeezed the hard bulge in his palm, eliciting a harsh moan from Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan swallowed again and Bruck screamed as he came, his seed pulsing inside Obi-Wan's mouth.

Obi-Wan raised his head from Bruck's softening penis and looked directly into Qui-Gon's heated gaze. Knowing what it would do to his Master, Obi-Wan deliberately ran his tongue slowly over his lips, cleaning the remaining semen from the corners of his mouth.

Qui-Gon shuddered, his eyes locked on Obi-Wan's tongue as it moved leisurely over his wet, swollen lips. "Come here," his Master growled, the sound coming from low in his throat.

Keeping his eyes fastened on Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan rose up on his knees, his hands resting on his hips, his prominent erection tenting the towel. "What do you want?" he asked huskily.

Qui-Gon released Bruck's hand from his crotch and then rose to his knees, mirroring Obi-Wan's position. Moving slowly, his eyes never leaving his Padawan's, Qui-Gon untied the string at his waist and then pushed his leggings down and off each leg. "Come here, Padawan," he repeated, his voice taking on a dangerous tone.

Obi-Wan's eyes slid hungrily over Qui-Gon's lean body, his tongue once again coming out to wet his suddenly too-dry lips. He took in his Master's broad chest, flat stomach, narrow hips and strong thighs before allowing his gaze to settle on Qui-Gon's long, thick erection. As he watched, a small drop of fluid appeared at the slit and Obi-Wan swallowed, his own cock twitching with need.

Between them, Bruck slowly came out of his post-coital daze, pleased to note that part of his anatomy was already taking a renewed interest in the proceedings. Strong waves of desire and love were rolling off the two men  kneeling above him, and opening himself up to the Force he could almost see the bond between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan pulsating with life.

Obi-Wan slowly moved his hands from his hips to his stomach and then with a quick flick of his wrist, the towel dropped. He slid one hand up to his chest, his small brown nipples hardening under his palm, while his other hand glided downward, towards his substantial erection.

Qui-Gon shivered slightly as he watched Obi-Wan's long, slender finger trace the throbbing vein that ran the length of his penis. A soft sigh escaped the Master's lips as the young man's finger briefly circled the thick, purple head before sliding over the tip. Raising his eyes to Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan brought his finger up to his lips and slowly licked it.

A deep moan from Bruck reminded Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan that they were not alone. "I didn't want you to stop," he whispered when both men looked down at him. Then grinned shyly. "This is better then my greatest fantasy."

"Do you really prefer just watching, Bruck?" Qui-Gon asked, teasingly. "I should think participating would much nicer."

"Well, given the options," Bruck chuckled as he sat up. "I think I'd much rather participate."

"Good choice," Obi-Wan said as he bent down to plant a quick, wet kiss on Bruck's lips. "Because we would rather you participate as well."

Qui-Gon reached across Bruck for the box that lay forgotten next to Obi-Wan. Sitting back on his haunches, he pulled the Feel-You-Fill-Me out and made short work of taking it out of its package. Both Padawans watched intently as he quickly scanned the instructions and then went to work attaching the harness to the dildo. Satisfied that the straps would hold, he put the device aside and picked up a small box. Opening it, he removed a tiny electrode, which he placed at the base of his penis.

Glancing up at the young men sitting quietly in front of him, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, seeking his center. Opening his eyes, he began to speak, his voice low and husky. "Since the night Obi-Wan told me about this, I have been unable to get the picture of pleasuring both of you at the same time out of mind."

Hearing the hunger in his Master's voice, Obi-Wan shuddered, a bolt of desire going straight to his cock. He felt Bruck shift restlessly beside him, and he knew it was having the same effect on the other Padawan.

"But I cannot do this unless I am certain it is what both of you want," Qui-Gon continued.

Obi-Wan turned to face the young man next to him. "Bruck?"

In answer, Bruck reached over and picked up the harness. "How do you want us, Master?" he asked shyly.

A slow smile spread over Qui-Gon's face, his eyes darkening with desire, as he looked at the two young men. "Come here, Bruck."

Bruck scooted towards Qui-Gon, his eyes wide and trusting. Qui-Gon brought his hands up to the young man's shoulders, and then gently pushed him down on the bed. Leaning down, he softly kissed Bruck, his tongue sliding slowly over the full lips and then moving inside his mouth.

After a moment, he left Bruck's lips and started moving his mouth down the young man's face, down his neck and to his chest. He took his time, kissing, licking and nipping the pale skin as Bruck writhed beneath him, soft moans escaping his lips.

Qui-Gon leisurely made his way across Bruck's chest until he reached a small pink nipple, and then he laved and sucked it until it was a hard pebble under his tongue. Moving to the other nipple, he repeated his ministrations, and then continued downward. Tantalizingly slow, he circled Bruck's navel, as he repositioned himself between the young man's legs.

Placing his hands on the young man's hips, he began teasing Bruck's straining erection with his tongue. First he licked the fluid gathered at the slit and then he twirled his tongue over the head of Bruck's penis. Finally he placed his lips on the tip and began gently sucking, his mouth moving down as he worked.

Bruck was straining against the hands that held him down, needing to thrust, needing more. His moans turned to whimpers, his hands clenched in the bedding as Qui-Gon continued his slow torture.

Obi-Wan groaned in sympathy as he watched his Master take more and more of Bruck's penis into his mouth. He was sure he had never seen anything as erotic in his life. Then Qui-Gon was nuzzling the white hair at Bruck's groin, having taken all of the young man deep into his throat, and Obi-Wan gasped as his own erection throbbed with need.

Head thrown back, eyes tightly closed, Bruck squirmed on the bed; his whimpers punctuated with breathless groans as he urgently tried to thrust his hips against the hands that held him firmly down.

Sensing Bruck's impending orgasm, Qui-Gon released the young man's penis and went lower, to lick and suckle at the heavy sac. After a moment, he raised up and pulled the harness from Bruck's clenched fist. "Relax, Bruck," he said softly. "You will enjoy this all the more so if you can center yourself."

Bruck nodded slightly, not trusting his voice to speak. He closed his eyes and worked at calming his rapid breathing, releasing his tension into the Force as he did so. When he opened his eyes, he was considerably calmer, though still very aroused.

Qui-Gon smiled down at the young man. "Turn over for me, Bruck, and get up on your hands and knees." Bruck did as he was asked, and Qui-Gon slipped the harness around the young man's hips.

Anticipating his Master, Obi-Wan picked up a small vial of oil from the bedside table and handed it to Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon smiled his thanks as he opened the vial. "Come here, Obi-Wan," he said as he poured a small amount of oil into his hand. "Get on your hands and knees, next to Bruck."

Obi-Wan quickly moved into position, grinning at Bruck as he did so.

For a moment, Qui-Gon could only stare at the feast in front of him, his penis twitching with need at the thought of what he was about to do. Taking a deep breath, he brought his hands up to caress the two silky bottoms, feeling both young men shudder at his touch.

"So beautiful," Qui-Gon whispered as he slowly slid his fingers down the twin crevices. Almost as one, the young men spread their legs, allowing him greater access, and a soft moan escaped his lips at the sight of the two puckered openings awaiting him. He circled the small buds several times before pushing a finger inside, and the dual sensations of the tight heat clamping down on each finger was almost too much for him.

Obi-Wan and Bruck groaned in unison as Qui-Gon worked his fingers deeper, sliding in and out as he oiled the tight passageways. After a moment, he pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with two, continuing his gentle thrusts. Pushing deeper, he found the small nubs he was seeking and was rewarded by both young men gasping loudly and pushing back against him.

When he was satisfied that Obi-Wan and Bruck were well prepared, he removed his fingers, much to the dismay of the young men. "Lie down on your back, Bruck," he said quietly and Bruck quickly complied. Leaning forward, Qui-Gon grasped Bruck's thighs and lifted them as he spread them open, and then slid a pillow under the young man's hips.

"I'm going to put just the head of the dildo inside of you," Qui-Gon said as he picked up the dildo and oiled it with his hand. "Then, if it works the way it is supposed to, as I push myself into Obi-Wan, it should push into you." He positioned the head of the phallus at Bruck's opening, and then began to gently push it past the tight muscle.

Obi-Wan, still on his hands and knees, crawled forward and began to nuzzle Qui-Gon's neck and shoulder as the older man finished getting Bruck ready.

Once the dildo was in place, Qui-Gon turned to Obi-Wan, who was beginning to work his way down his Master's chest, nipping and licking as he went. Qui-Gon shivered as Obi-Wan's slick, hot tongue found his nipple and then groaned softly when Obi-Wan gently nipped at the hardening bud. "Come here, you," Qui-Gon growled as he pulled the young man close for a quick, wet kiss. "Are you trying to end this before it even begins?"

Obi-Wan grinned as he looked down at Qui-Gon's thick, hard penis. "Hardly, Master," he answered, his voice soft and silky. "I'm actually rather eager for it to begin."

"Then I won't keep you waiting," Qui-Gon breathed huskily, as he moved back. "I want you on top of Bruck, on your hands and knees."

"As you wish, my Master," Obi-Wan teased, wriggling his hips suggestively as he crawled towards Bruck. He straddled the other Padawan's hips and rested on his elbows, his face just inches from Bruck's. "This is going to be so good."

Bruck opened his mouth in invitation, and Obi-Wan didn't hesitate to accept the tasty offer. Bruck moved his hands to Obi-Wan's back, pulling him close, as their kiss deepened, tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths.

Qui-Gon moved behind Obi-Wan and grasped the young man's hips in his hands. The sounds coming from the young men as they passionately kissed was incredibly erotic, and Qui-Gon found he was gritting his teeth as he struggled against just shoving his aching erection deep inside Obi-Wan. Inhaling deeply, he once again reached for the vial of oil and poured a small amount into his palm. He quickly spread the thick oil over his turgid penis, biting his lip at the touch of his callused hand.

With a shaking hand, he positioned himself at the entrance of Obi-Wan's body and began to push against the tight opening. After a moment, he felt the muscle give and he stopped as just the head of his swollen member gained entry, allowing the young man's body to become accustomed to his girth. Then he once again grasped Obi-Wan's slender hips and slowly pushed himself deeper into the hot, tight channel.

Breaking the kiss, Obi-Wan straightened his arms so that he was once again on his hands and knees. "Is it working?" he breathlessly asked Bruck as he felt himself being filled and stretched by Qui-Gon's thick penis.

"Oh, Force, yes!" Bruck gasped, his fingers digging into Obi-Wan's shoulders.

"So tight," Qui-Gon groaned. "Oh, love, you're so hot. So tight." He continued to slowly push himself deeper, and it was only with sheer willpower that he stopped himself from slamming into the intense heat surrounding his penis. Obi-Wan was pushing back, trying to fully impale himself, but Qui-Gon held him firm, wanting to draw out the experience as long as he could.

Bruck was panting loudly as the slow torture continued. Spreading his legs further, he began thrusting his hips, desperate for more contact, as he clung to Obi-Wan.

Finally Qui-Gon stopped, fully sheathed inside of Obi-Wan. For a long moment, he held himself still, despite the soft whimpers of need coming from the young men. With one hand, he reached down, between Obi-Wan and Bruck's legs and touched the protruding end of the dildo, wanting to make sure it was operating properly. Bruck groaned loudly as Qui-Gon's fingers brushed his testicles and then groaned again when the Master's touch jiggled the phallus. Qui-Gon could not repress his own groan when he touched the throbbing, hot hardness of the dildo. He couldn't believe it felt so real.

Bringing his hand back to Obi-Wan's hip, he began to move inside the young man, pulling out almost as slowly as he pushed in. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he struggled to control his movements. "So, so good," he moaned softly as he pulled almost all the way out.

"Yes," Bruck and Obi-Wan groaned in unison, and Qui-Gon shuddered at the sound.

Grasping Obi-Wan's hips so hard there would be bruises, Qui-Gon began to push his aching erection back into the slick, tight heat until he was once again fully sheathed inside of Obi-Wan's body. He saw Bruck writhing under Obi-Wan, could hear both young men moaning and gasping, and felt Obi-Wan straining to thrust backwards. With an almost feral growl, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into Obi-Wan, and then he found his rhythm, grunting loudly with each thrust.

Bruck whimpered as he thrust his hips upwards, frantically trying for contact with Obi-Wan's body just out of reach above him. "Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please," he sobbed as the hot, hard phallus began to piston in and out of his body.

Obi-Wan cried out each time Qui-Gon plunged into him as he desperately tried to push back against his Master, wanting it harder, faster, but Qui-Gon's grip on his hips held him firm. Bruck's thrashing under him was causing their penises to barely brush against each other, teasing the sensitive head of his swollen cock and it was nearly driving Obi-Wan insane.

Sweat running freely down his face and panting heavily, Qui-Gon plunged deeper, harder, faster, his penis sliding against Obi-Wan's prostate with each thrust, causing the dildo inside of Bruck to do the same. The intense cries of pleasure coming from the young men spurred Qui-Gon on, his arousal spiking higher as he drove himself relentlessly into Obi-Wan's willing body. He felt his scrotum tighten, his testicles drawing up, yet he held back, unwilling to allow himself to surrender to the orgasm that threatened to engulf him. Reaching between Bruck and Obi-Wan, he managed to grab their cocks in his large hand, squeezing them tightly as he pumped his fist up and down, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

Screaming and thrashing, Bruck was the first to climax, his hot seed spurting over Qui-Gon's hand and Obi-Wan's penis.

Obi-Wan began to shudder as one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced ripped through him. Head thrown back, he came with a shout, as wave after wave of incredible pleasure coursed through his loins.

The muscles surrounding Qui-Gon's penis clenched tightly with each spasm of Obi-Wan's body, causing the Master to groan loudly. He thrust deeply once more and then he was filling Obi-Wan with his seed. As he collapsed onto Obi-Wan, he had enough presence of mind to roll both of them to the side, so that they would not land on top of Bruck.

A short time later, Qui-Gon helped Bruck out of the harness, and then lying on his back, he pulled the young men close, one on either side. "I wish to thank you both for bringing this old man's fantasy to life," he said softly as they snuggled together.

Obi-Wan sleepily raised his head from Qui-Gon's chest, just enough to look over at Bruck. "You think we were too much for the old man?" he teased.

Bruck chuckled. "I think the old man was almost too much for us."

Qui-Gon grinned and dropped a kiss on the top of each of the their heads as they snuggled closer. "Go to sleep, Padawans," he said warmly, and it wasn't long before the three of drifted off.

Bruck came awake slowly, and it took him a moment to remember that he was in Master Jinn and Obi-Wan's bed. At some point during the night, Qui-Gon had turned away from Bruck, and was now wrapped around his Padawan. At first, Bruck thought they were still asleep, until he heard Obi-Wan moan quietly and felt the gentle rocking of the bed. Opening his eyes fully, he could see that the Master was making soft, slow love to Obi-Wan, and Bruck felt his heart constrict at the sweetness of it. He kept himself tightly shielded, so as not to disturb the lovers, and closed his eyes, giving them their privacy. With a little bit of concentration, he was able to drift back to sleep.

The next time Bruck woke up, he saw that Master Jinn and Obi-Wan were once again asleep and trying not to wake them, he moved off the bed. As quietly as he could, he gathered his clothes and headed towards the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" Obi-Wan asked from the bed.

Bruck turned to see two pair of eyes watching him. "I thought I would go back to my quarters," he answered, quickly pulling on his leggings.

"You don't have to go," Qui-Gon said as he sat up, bringing Obi-Wan with him.

"I think I should."

Qui-Gon arched an eyebrow in question, and Bruck walked back to the bed and sat down. "Last night was one of the most incredible experiences of my life, and I am truly honored that you thought enough of me to ask me to join the two of you. But," he said, raising a hand as Obi-Wan started to interrupt, "if I stayed, it would be too easy for me to fall in love with both of you, and none of us want that to happen."

Qui-Gon reached out and placed a hand on Bruck's shoulder. "You are a wise young man, Bruck, and your honesty is to be commended."

Bruck smiled shyly, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Thank-you, Master Jinn." He stood up and slipped on his tunic. "Then I guess I'll see you in couple of days, Obi-Wan?"

"I'm glad you are my friend, Bruck," Obi-Wan said with a smile.

Bruck stood looking at the two men on the bed for a long moment, and then turned and walked to the door, where he stopped and looked back. "I only hope that one day I can find the kind of love the two of you share," he said softly.

"You will, Bruck," Obi-Wan promised. "Of that I have no doubt."

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