Master Apprentice
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Obi-Wan's stomach rumbled. The pachydor he and Qui-Gon were riding lurched to a sudden stop and used its prehensile trunk to stuff one end of a dark purple vine into its mouth. Chewing, it drew in the long creeper like a noodle.
"Didn't this thing tank up just before we left, Master?" Obi-Wan asked as the pachydor uprooted a short violet-colored shrub.
"It must sense your hunger, Padawan," Qui-Gon speculated as the shrub disappeared, roots and all.
"But how can it? I'm shielded!" he exclaimed, twisting around to look at his master perched behind him. "You were supposed to do the driving and I didn't want to mess up your projection. Did you send it an image of our next waypoint?"
"I did," Qui-Gon noted, holding up the flat-pic of the village they needed to reach. "But your hunger is evidently more compelling than going for a stroll, and apparently shielding does't work." Qui-Gon grunted as Obi-Wan smacked into him when the pachydor head-butted a small tree to knock it over. "You'd better find some ration bars," he added as the beast began munching on the lavender top foliage now within reach.
Obi-Wan rifled through one of the carriers secured around the thick, muscular neck. He extracted a handful of bars and began wolfing one down. "This is embarrassing," Obi-Wan said between bites. "We're still in sight of the last village. Maybe we should have taken the speeder after all."
"Padawan, the speeder will be much more useful taking the Uliaan district's vaccine allotment eastward over roads. This pachydor would be faster than a speeder on a jungle trail if you hadn't skipped firstmeal." The pachydor remained in place, using its trunk to strip leaves from the branches of the downed tree.
"Yeah, until one of us gives a thought to any of the militia that might be about to ambush us," Obi-Wan said as he unwrapped the second bar. "Let's see if we can keep it on course then, since shielding won't work."
"Your point is well taken. We'll have to avoid thinking about that potential danger." A flock of tarikeets chose this moment to take flight from a nearby tree, squawking noisily. Qui-Gon paused until the noise receded then continued, "We'll each have to find something more engaging to think about."
That fit in well with Obi-Wan's plans, but he wasn't about to divulge that to his master.
"Then I'll dwell on the shower waiting for me at our next stop," Obi-Wan declared, dragging the sleeve of his lightweight tunic across his sweaty forehead.
He was slightly put out to note his master's clear brow, despite the heavy long brown hair. He hadn't even bothered to tie it back! Obi-Wan wondered how long it would take him to learn regulate his own body so well. He was 22 now, for Force sake! He had been made a senior padawan, just a couple of tens ago. He should be knighted within a few years and yet there was still so much his master could do that he couldn't.
"The Tuuvian district is just as poor, undeveloped, and lacking in amenities as the one we're leaving," Qui-Gon rebutted. "But I'm sure we'll be able to find another pond to bathe in. Thinking of that might provide motivation for our mount."
"The wrong motivation, if it knows of a pond nearer by!" Obi-Wan laughed.
While Obi-Wan missed showering, bathing in ponds with his master provided a special perk. Obi-Wan could catch glimpses of his master's naked physique to store away for later fantasies.
He'd seen naked men plenty of times before, and had even had sex with some of them. But those encounters had dwindled as Obi-Wan realized how unsatisfying they were. He loved his master. And as time passed, that love had grown until it crowded out the attraction he had once felt towards others. Now he found sex with other men could not take the edge off his real desire.
Unfortunately, he'd never seen any evidence that his love was returned. Well, of course his master loved him, just not that way. So he contented himself with wistful fantasy, hoping that some day the situation would change.
Obi-Wan popped the remainder of his third bar into his mouth and took a long swig out of his canteen. The pachydor stopped eating and started to rock gently back and forth. Obi-Wan surmised it was the beast's equivalent of tapping a foot.
"If you're finished, Padawan, I'll try again." Qui-Gon held out the flat-pic with one hand and wrapped the other arm around Obi-Wan's torso.
Obi-Wan grabbed the pommel on the harness. "I'm ready, Master." 'And willing,' he added to himself.
The pachydor started gallumphing off in its original direction. After their heading seemed fixed, Qui-Gon tucked the flat-pic away and his second arm joined the first in twining about Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan remembered how disappointed he had been to learn that the speeder had been appropriated to help distribute the vaccine eastward. He loved flying speeders and his master was content to ride in the sidecar. Then he had considered the benefits of the pachydor ride they would be forced to substitute. He had never ridden a six-legged creature before, so this was a good opportunity. More importantly, he was quite willing to sacrifice the pleasure of flying to spend time nestled in his master's lap.
Obi-Wan had been quick to point out that the shorter rider should sit in front. That way he didn't have to worry about his desire manifesting itself against his master's rear.
With his master pressed behind him, Obi-Wan decided it was time to practice directing his thoughts away from any possible dangers. He imagined he could feel his master's nipples rubbing against his back through their thin tunics. The strong arms were wrapped around him in loving embrace. At any moment, the face would bend close to his ear to whisper an endearment or nip at his lobe. Obi-Wan's fervid imagination conjured an insistent bulge where those muscular thighs, enclosing his own, met behind him.
Obi-Wan's own body immediately reacted in kind and he realized his idea was working too well. He was stuck on the pachydor's back for the duration of the ride and he didn't want a case of blue balls! Changing tactics, he studied the creature beneath him in a new attempt to distract himself.
Obi-Wan judged his mount one of the ugliest beasts he had encountered in the galaxy. There was no fur to speak of, though a few wiry hairs sprouted haphazardly. The mottled purple hues of its hide, which appeared bruised to Obi-Wan, provided protective coloration among the native flora. Its orange eyes were not uncommon in the universe of all creatures, but these stood out in particularly lurid contrast.
Its large bulk was not so uncommon, either, but carrying it on six legs was. Obi-Wan decided this characteristic was quite appealing. The resulting undulating gait was less jarring than would be expected from a similar-sized quadruped.
Despite the pachydor's excellent footing, their ride was still plagued with uneven dips and bounces as the animal coped with roots and branches encroaching on the meandering trail. There were enough irregularities to keep his master's arms prudently anchored around him. Obi-Wan kept only one hand on the pommel, however. His other arm was busy deflecting the abundant foliage that threatened to slap him in the face.
They rode without speaking for a while, though it was far from silent. The constant background noise announced the mating rituals, territorial disputes, and life struggles of the insect niche dwellers. Obi-Wan was glad that as an alien to this ecosystem he apparently held no allure.
Obi-Wan caught sight of larger creatures flitting in the shadows and flocks of colorful flyers feeding in fruit bearing trees. Even for him, the jungle filled the Force with its rhythm. What a utopia this must be for Qui-Gon!
Obi-Wan felt his master's contentment through their bond and adopted it as his own. He would not let the heat bother him. It was the reason they were separated by only two skimpy layers of fabric. He stopped batting the wayward fronds away and let them stroke his body and even his face. The droning background sounds lulled him and he allowed his head to drop back against his master's shoulder.
Qui-Gon chuckled deep in his chest. "Enjoying the ride, Padawan?"
"Yes, Master, I am," Obi-Wan replied as he turned his face upwards, smiling lazily.
"So am I," Qui-Gon concurred as he tightened his hold slightly.
Obi-Wan regarded his master's face from this unusual angle. It looked especially attractive to him at the moment. Perhaps it was because he was so close to the broad brow riding atop that well-defined nose as it bobbed in time with the pachydor's gait. Perhaps it was the way the untethered hair flowed with the motion, brushing against his cheek as his head lolled from side to side. Most likely it was the expression in the vivid blue eyes. Those same eyes that could glare with feral fierceness were now gazing fondly at him, reflecting the smile that played about his lips.
Obi-Wan basked in the warmth of his master's affection. The heat seeped down to his groin and had a predictable effect on his anatomy. He began to firm up his shields in keeping with that effect. As his leggings grew tighter, a delicious friction resulted from the natural thrusting of his hips as the pachydor ambled underneath him.
Sadly, Obi-Wan noticed he was not having a reciprical effect on his master. He hoped it was another one of those body control things, rather than apathy. Obi-Wan was only slightly mollified to note that even a Jedi master could have trouble with his leggings riding up. He noticed his fellow passenger making an adjustment every so often.
Obi-Wan's shields were very firm indeed and he was beginning to wonder if his tunic would hide a potential stain on his leggings when the pachydor suddenly turned off the path. It headed straight for a majestic tuva tree within a few paces of the path and seemed to want to climb it.
Obi-Wan managed to avoid falling off by clutching the pommel and clenching his thighs. Qui-Gon, similarly, grasped Obi-Wan tightly to maintain his seat.
Once the pachydor was aligned vertically with the tree, it became apparent that climbing was not its objective. It began to thrust against the tree, rubbing its genitals against the trunk. When Obi-Wan realized what was happening, it dawned on him that he was the unwitting cause. Appalled, he accidentally loosened his hold. He fell, dislodging Qui-Gon, and they both plummeted to the ground, landing near the pachydor's rear.
Despite landing beneath Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon regained his feet first and yanked Obi-Wan away from the pachydor's potentially bone-crushing mass. A short distance aside, Qui-Gon helped Obi-Wan steady himself while the tree succumbed to the pachydor's enthusiasm and toppled to the ground.
"The topsoil is thin in most jungles," Qui-Gon noted. "The trees are all probably shallow-rooted."
Obi-Wan disregarded the botany lesson. "What will it do now?" he asked in an alarmed tone.
The pachydor abandoned its failed makeshift sex aide and approached them. It wasn't threatening exactly, but it bumped Obi-Wan roughly with its head and ran its trunk over his body. Obi-Wan could feel the heat of blood rushing to his face.
He began to babble, "Master, I'm sorry! It's my fault! I didn't see any harm in it! It's just that you make me so horny... " Obi-Wan trailed off in surprise when he realized the pachydor had turned its attention to Qui-Gon, giving him the same treatment. Obi-Wan was even more astonished to see Qui-Gon's face turn as red as a cooked crusclick.
"It seems we were both at fault, Padawan," Qui-Gon stated calmly as the trunk played across his chest then down towards his nether regions.
"Master?" Hope flared in his breast, but he couldn't see how that could be true. He would have felt it.
"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan. I took the opportunity of holding you close to indulge in some salacious thoughts. I'm afraid my desire may have had an impact on the pachydor."
Obi-Wan was ecstatic. He understood the gist of what Qui-Gon was saying. "Really? I make you horny, too? Oh, Master, that's great!!! Well, maybe not right now." Still reluctant to believe he added, "But... why didn't I notice?"
"There's a simple trick I've apparently neglected to show you, Padawan. But I assure you that although my external reactions were curbed, I have no doubt I could have motivated the pachydor's behavior."
As they talked, they backed away from the pachydor, but it inexorably kept pace, constantly brushing its trunk along one or the other of them.
Obi-Wan wanted to follow up on his master's admission, but knew they had to deal with the current situation. His phallus, however, had a mind of its own and was casting its vote in opposition.
"We could outrun it," he suggested. He figured that he could keep up a Force-enhanced run for as long as necessary, despite his current handicap.
"To what end?" Qui-Gon objected. "Losing our mount would be bad enough; we can't lose the vaccine attached to it."
An idea came to Obi-Wan. It was obvious, really. If only he could get his master to go along with him!
"Well, let's see. When I was hungry, I needed to eat," Obi-Wan started. "Now I'm horny, so I need to... get unhorny! And you do too, so let's do it together!" he finished in a rush. He held his breath awaiting Qui-Gon's reaction.
"Obi-Wan, that must be the least romantic proposal I've ever heard!" Qui-Gon laughed.
Obi-Wan's hopes deflated, as did his lungs, releasing his breath in a noisy sigh.
"But I would be delighted to sate your cravings as well as my own," Qui-Gon added, aiming a ravenous look at his padawan.
Obi-Wan nearly forgot to inhale. His erection leapt triumphantly inside his leggings. Ghods, how he loved him! Obi-Wan wished he could give his master whatever he wanted.
"You want romantic?" Obi-Wan quirked an eyebrow at him. He decided to go for broke. "Master, I love you. I've wanted you for years. My life has had a void in it as vast and empty as space itself. Let's make passionate love that rivals the beauty of the stars!" Obi-Wan emoted. Despite his flippancy, Obi-Wan dropped his shields and sent undeniably sincere emotions through the bond. "So that this two-ton peeping tom can get off," he added wryly.
Qui-Gon snorted, but his eyes shone with delight. "And I love you too, Obi-Wan, just as you are." He opened his end of the bond and Obi-Wan felt the full depth of his love. It was based on a myriad of discoveries over the years and had grown out of the natural affection for a ward into the regard and desire he felt for a man.
"So, where would you suggest we conduct our activity?" Qui-Gon continued. "The ground seems like a good place to get trampled and an arborial alternative would be easily uprooted."
Without thinking, Obi-Wan replied, "The only safe place seems to be on its back!"
"Hmmm. That seems a very pragmatic suggestion under the circumstances."
Obi-Wan's shocked expression transformed into one of anticipation as he considered the possibility. "Works for me!" he blurted out. "So, how do we get it to sign on?"
"Let's envision your suggestion, and observe the pachydor's reaction."
"All right."
Obi-Wan imagined himself spread out on his back atop the pachydor. His master was kneeling between his legs, feasting on a nipple, while his hands meandered downward. One of them stopped to stroke Obi-Wan's aching hard-on. The other continued downward to tease his opening. Obi-Wan lifted and spread his legs to grant access...
At the same time he picked up images from his unshielded master. Qui-Gon was perched behind him, as they had been when riding, but they were both naked. His master was nibbling on his neck while his large hands were tweaking his nipples. Obi-Wan felt his master's stiff erection pressed into his crack. One of those hands dropped to Obi-Wan's crotch and grasped his rock-hard cock. The other slid under his ass. A finger worked its way in between his cheeks...
Obi-Wan didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or stroke himself as he and his master broadcast carnal acts to the pachydor. So he did both. And so did his master, who was now clearly just as excited as he was.
The size of that thing! The front of Qui-Gon's leggings were tented out, around an extremely broad shaft. The extent of its length was obscured by the tunics but there was no doubt in Obi-Wan's mind that his master's member was out of proportion, even for his large frame. Obi-Wan's jaw dropped.
The pachydor also reacted. It dropped into a three-legged kneel and pressed its head to the ground so that it could be mounted easily. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon looked at each other, shrugged, then climbed on its back. They took up their previous positions, but Obi-Wan turned backwards to face his master.
As soon as they were seated, the pachydor stood and began rocking back and forth as it had previously.
"I think it's saying, 'Get on with it,'" Obi-Wan translated.
"I will not be rushed by a six-legged purple behemoth." Qui-Gon declared.
"Oh, I guess you were planning this, then?" Obi-Wan asked archly.
Qui-Gon placed his hands on his padawan's shoulders. "Obi-Wan... I wish we could do this properly. I'm sorry it has to be this way. I had thought some evening soon..." He stroked Obi-Wan's cheek with a thumb. "A nice dinner, some music, a comfortable bed... "
Obi-Wan cut him off by pressing his fingers against his master's lips.
"Master, have you forgotten what it's like to be 22 years old? I don't need dinner and music. I wouldn't make it through the appetizer!" he blurted out. "I don't need a bed! The table you're trying to serve dinner on... the floor... a pachydor's back-- anything flat will do. Sith, I don't even need that! I've wanted you for years and I want you now! Anytime, anywhere... as long as it's you, Master!"
Qui-Gon's face froze, startled, when his padawan began his tirade. His expression quickly thawed into lust in the blast of heat directed at him.
Obi-Wan slipped his hand off and replaced it with his mouth. The moment their lips touched for the first time, he realized that he had spoken the truth. He didn't care where he was; all that mattered was that he was kissing his master. And just as he had so often imagined, Qui-Gon ardently returned those first kisses.
He felt one of Qui-Gon's hands reach around his back while the other slid into his tunic and began fondling his chest. "My Obi-Wan, I've wanted you so long..." Qui-Gon moaned as he found a nipple and squeezed it lightly.
Obi-Wan gasped. He liked that feeling... a lot. He renewed their kissing, now with even firmer enthusiasm. Their noses bumped. Instead of annoying him, it shot a bolt of heat to his groin. He clasped Qui-Gon's face with his hands and ground his mouth against his master's, swiping their noses back and forth. His torso mirrored the motion, and he felt his cock rub against a very large impediment.
They both moaned but Obi-Wan broke the kiss and gasped, "I think we'd better get undressed now."
It was awkward, but not the usual awkwardness of new lovers. They helped each other disrobe as the pachydor continued to rock beneath them. They managed to avoid dropping any of their clothes or losing their balance by using light touches of Force.
Obi-Wan stowed their gear in one of the carriers and pulled out the med kit. He extracted a tube of ointment and repacked the kit.
Looking back over his shoulder, he saw Qui-Gon's large hands reaching out to him on either side of his outsized phallus. The sight nearly made him swoon. To think of that cock inside him! Even the thought of those hands on his body was making him ache. Remembering how good it had felt when Qui-Gon had fondled him, he made a decision. He grabbed the pommel and turned so that he was spooned against his master's chest. Then he threw his head back and whispered throatily, "I liked your idea better," into his ear.
Qui-Gon obliged him by tasting his neck while groping around front searching for nipples. The beard felt so nice on his neck, somewhere between a tickle and a scratch. Obi-Wan wiggled until the sizeable erection pressed into his crack, just as it had in his master's projection. It felt like it belonged there.
Qui-Gon's hands found their targets and started teasing. The teats immediately perked up into hard points, giving Qui-Gon something to grab. He began squeezing them, very slowly at first then faster until he synchronized with the pachydor's swaying.
How could saber calluses feel so good? Obi-Wan gasped "Oh!" again and again in reaction. Each time he felt Qui-Gon's cock twitch in sympathy. Obi-Wan began to think he would come just from this. He didn't want to, so tightened his grip on the pommel, resisting the temptation to stroke himself.
As he became more excited, he arched into the hands to increase the stimulation further. Qui-Gon added small twists as he squeezed. "Oh, yes!" Obi-Wan hissed and began humping the air then pressing back against Qui-Gon's erection with each tweak.
The pachydor suddenly lumbered off down the trail, making Obi-Wan glad he was hanging on. Qui-Gon barely paused as he adapted his pace to the complex gait. Obi-Wan cared even less. He doubted he'd lift a finger if a Sith dropped in front of him.
Luckily, Obi-Wan did not need to fend off any Sith or any foliage either. The path was wider now and straightening out.
"I want to be in you," Qui-Gon growled in his ear.
"Yes!!! Here!" Panting, Obi-Wan held up the tube of ointment. It was crumpled, having been crushed against the pommel in a near death-grip.
Obi-Wan groaned in protest as those heavenly hands abandoned his nipples and took the tube from him. He watched as they unscrewed the cap at his chest level. The ointment, under pressure, spurted out all over Qui-Gon's fingers and the tube itself. The cap slipped and fell to the ground, lost somewhere behind them in the verdant growth.
Obi-Wan took the now-greasy tube and knew it would be lost or emptied if he tried to hold it. Packing it in a carrier would make a mess. A thought occurred to him and he projected it. The tip of the prehensile trunk appeared next to his hand and he gingerly placed the tube in the center of the three flexible pincers.
"I guess I've made a new friend," Obi-Wan mused as the pachydor's trunk, now conveniently holding the tube, swung forward again.
"Not to mention a new lover," Qui-Gon added as he drew Obi-Wan further up onto his lap.
Qui-Gon's lubricated hand slipped into Obi-Wan's crevice; the other returned to its prior ministrations.
The return of his master's nipple play soon had Obi-Wan writhing and he felt a finger pressed to his entrance. Instinctively, Obi-Wan humped up and thrust back, burying the finger inside him.
"Yiiiiiiii!" he shouted, clenching his sphincter tight.
Startled, Qui-Gon withdrew his hand.
That was not the reaction Obi-Wan wanted, at all! "Put that back, Master, or you're walking home!" he mock-threatened. He hoped it wouldn't take long for his master to get used to his vocalizations.
"I don't recall delegating any authority to you, Padawan," Qui-Gon retorted, pinching an ass cheek.
"Well, I am in the lead, Master," Obi-Wan pointed out.
"Granted," Qui-Gon said, chuckling, as he replaced his hand.
This time, Obi-Wan enveloped two fingers at once. The delicious stretching wasn't new to him, but it was so much better than ever before, knowing it was his master's fingers. He could surrender himself completely to the man he trusted and loved. The fingers nudged his sweet spot and Obi-Wan screamed "Maaaaster!" as he arched upwards.
The pachydor broke into a six-legged trot and Obi-Wan posted up and down, clenching his thighs tightly. The fingers slipped over his prostate on each down stroke, sending sparks through his body. They ignited his need and he couldn't wait another moment.
"In me now... in me now... in me now... IN ME NOW!" he demanded in time with the hoof beats.
"I need more ointment, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon objected. "I would not hurt you and I'm afraid you're rather tight."
"And you're rather large," Obi-Wan added so faintly that only another Jedi could hear him. He projected his request to the pachydor and passed the tube to Qui-Gon over his shoulder.
Qui-Gon removed his fingers and Obi-Wan would have protested if he didn't know what was coming. As Qui-Gon handed the tube back to him, he noted it was nearly empty. He once again passed it off to the trunk. Then he felt the very slippery, very large blunt head of a cock being nudged into position. Tremors of anticipation rippled through his abdomen.
Obi-Wan was swiveling his hips about, working the tip in and finding the right angle when suddenly the pachydor decided to jump over a fallen tree trunk.
"Yeeeeeeee..." Obi-Wan hollered as the pachydor left the ground and half his master's engorged shaft suddenly impaled him, filling him with painful ecstasy.
//Are you all right!?// Qui-Gon demanded as tried to lift him off by the hips, but was thwarted by the slippery coating of ointment on his hands.
//Yes!!!// he sent back to stop Qui-Gon, who was reaching for the Force to aid him.
In the space of a half-breath, the pachydor landed heavily and Obi-Wan smacked balls-deep onto Qui-Gon and he was filled to bursting like never before with a long, thick, rock-hard cock.
"...Haaaaaw!" he whooped in exultation. Oh, it hurt, but it hurt good! Never in his wildest fantasies had he ever imagined anything like this.
The pachydor continued its pitching trot, jouncing him around. Nearly overcome, he almost fell off. Luckily, the stiff member inside him acted as a supportive strut.
Qui-Gon tightened his arms around Obi-Wan's chest and held still. But as Obi-Wan slung about, twisting, the enormous cock corkscrewed up and down his passage randomly. He dreaded then welcomed each thrust as the pain was dwarfed by pleasure stabbing through him.
"Force!" he shouted, as the gravitational kind plunged him down sharply once more. Ghods, that felt good from his toes to his hairline! Now he could take it and he needed more!
He started posting again, leading Qui-Gon in the motion. They soon got the knack of moving in tandem and then the pachydor's bouncing did the work for them.
Up, down, up, down, up, down at a punishing pace. Obi-Wan's long braid swung about his face and his untended erection slapped against his belly. His mouth hung open. The air he gasped on each upswing was forced out in a grunt each time he landed. Each impact pounded his prostate, sending jolts up his spine. He was being hammered, but he had waited so long that he needed it this way.
Through the haze of desire he felt emanating from his master, Obi-Wan sensed lingering anxiety. This was not Qui-Gon's idea of how to make love. //Harder... harder... harder...// Obi-Wan sent along the bond, more to reassure than to command. He felt the excitement swell in response and the worry drop away.
His master loved him and worried about him, even now! Qui-Gon was holding him outside, filling him inside! Obi-Wan wished he could see his face. //Say something, Master!// he pleaded, just to hear his voice.
"I need you, Obi-Wan, I need you! Ride my cock! Make me come in you!"
Obi-Wan wanted nothing more than to do his master's bidding, but he felt like his brain was melting. He used what little cognitive power he had left to remember to grasp the pommel and keep his knees clenched.
Qui-Gon reached for his erection, but he batted the hand away. He was close, very close, and he wanted his master to come first.
Qui-Gon was panting in his ear and his pumping was beginning to outstrip the pachydor's pace. They were running neck and neck in the race towards their completion. Obi-Wan desperately decided to cheat and clenched himself rhythmically around Qui-Gon's shaft to speed his lover over the edge.
It worked. Shouting, "Stars! Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon stiffened as his cock pulsed inside Obi-Wan's channel, spurting hot cum deeply.
Obi-Wan grabbed his own cock with both hands and pumped it furiously once, twice, a third time-
As Obi-Wan lost all control he let loose something that sounded like a blood-curdling yodel. He heard an echoing trumpet and felt like he had taken off flying. In fact, he was falling, his trail of cum forming a partial parabola. The pachydor had skidded to an abrupt halt when it reached the edge of a watering hole. Without any grip, he was thrown off, taking Qui-Gon with him. They decoupled in midair but landed in the water with their limbs tangled together.
As Obi-Wan's head breached the surface, he heard the pachydor's bellow trailing off into a noise that sounded suspiciously like a giggle. Qui-Gon then popped up in the waist-deep water, his wet hair curtaining his face.
"Oh, Master..." Obi-Wan started, then burst into laughter of his own. He collapsed onto Qui-Gon who overbalanced and they both splashed back into the water.
As soon as they were standing again, Obi-Wan kissed his master's cheek loudly.
"That was incredible!" he raved. "I like trying new things, but that counted as several firsts for me!"
"For me as well. And I'd venture to say I have more years of experience than you."
"Let's see... riding an animal... Force-sensitive voyeur... on a jungle trail... a diving finish... " Obi-Wan ticked each item off on a finger. Then he paused and circled his arms around Qui-Gon lightly. "And of course, most importantly, first time with you, Master. That means more than anything in the universe to me," he finished softly.
"Dear Obi-Wan! A romantic at heart!" Qui-Gon completed the embrace and took Obi-Wan's mouth in a deep kiss.
Just then the pachydor started to wade into the water. Obi-Wan broke the kiss so he could unstrap the carriers and allow their mount to wallow freely. He laid the packs down on the shore and fished out some soap and a couple of wash cloths before returning to Qui-Gon.
They laved each other lovingly. While Obi-Wan's tongue was making sure that Qui-Gon's left nipple was completely cleansed, Qui-Gon gently worked a soapy hand into his crevice. Obi-Wan winced.
"Sore, my Obi-Wan?" he asked with concern.
"Some, Master, but it was worth it," he replied, straightening up to give him a quick kiss. "Just as well... I think my 'friend' lost the rest of the ointment. We'll have to restock; I hope they have 'economy size' tubes," he said. He cast his glance lower. "In the mean time, my mouth isn't sore," he added.
He dipped his face into the water to nibble on Qui-Gon's submerged penis. Even in its limp state, it was quite a mouthful.
Qui-Gon pulled him back up. "Then use it to kiss me, my Love. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit before the second course."
Obi-Wan's hands flitted over his master's face, neck, and shoulders. In their wake he left a trail of kisses. He would be content to remain here forever doing this, he thought. Then suddenly he realized that wasn't true. He felt a dissonance in the Force and resolved it.
"Perhaps we should take this up back on-board," Obi-Wan suggested. "I don't want to delay the vaccine delivery."
"Well done, Padawan," Qui-Gon said, as if Obi-Wan had just completed a difficult kata successfully.
They finished their impromptu baths, retrieved the pachydor, attached the carriers, dressed, and remounted with Jedi speed. It was only partly devotion to duty that motivated Obi-Wan to tend his tasks so quickly. He was looking forward to snuggling in his master's lap again.
But as Obi-Wan took up position, he realized the rest of the ride would be distinctly uncomfortable.
"Do you think it's much further, Master?" he asked somewhat anxiously, as he shifted his weight.
Qui-Gon paused, as he tried sensing the village. "No, not at all. This watering hole is often used by the inhabitants."
"Oh. Good," Obi-Wan said. He shifted again.
"Get up, Padawan, and turn around," Qui-Gon directed. He placed his hands on Obi-Wan's hips to help him.
Obi-Wan raised himself and Qui-Gon scooted forward until he could reach the pommel. Then he settled Obi-Wan, facing backwards, on his lap with the tender ass suspended between his thighs.
"Thank you, Master," Obi-Wan sighed happily, nuzzling into the embrace. How convenient for kissing! Too bad the ride wouldn't last much longer. He glued his mouth to his master's and abandoned himself to the swaying of the beast and the strong arms surrounding him.
He felt so happy, so safe, so relaxed, so... wanted? Obi-Wan realized a large erection was firming against his stomach and desire was spilling across the bond.
Before Obi-Wan could contemplate that turn of events, they emerged from the jungle near the gates of the village.
Qui-Gon adjusted his leggings as he had early in the trip with an immediate result. Obi-Wan resolved to learn that trick soon. "I think I'll stretch my legs now, Master," he announced as he chose to dismount rather than face forward.
Soon afterwards, a serene-looking Jedi master arrived at the village astride a pachydor. He was trailed by his equally serene-looking padawan, who hoped no one would notice he was walking stiffly.
Once inside, they broke the package of vaccine down into smaller units. Couriers took off using various means to continue the local network of distribution. This time, a speeder was reserved for them to take the remainder to the next population center.
Obi-Wan noticed the pachydor they had ridden heading towards the gate. It was carrying the vaccine for a nearby village ensconced in the jungle. He projected a feeling of affection and an image of himself waving. Just before it passed the threshold, the pachydor shot its trunk up into the air and waggled the pincers in Obi-Wan's direction.
Qui-Gon came up beside him and laid a hand on Obi-Wan's arm. "We'll head out after midmeal," he said quietly.
They gathered for a communal meal with the villagers. Obi-Wan settled carefully into a kneeling position next to his cross-legged master, who smiled ever so slightly, but knowingly.
Obi-Wan was handed a platter containing a helping of fish and a long, thick root vegetable. Obi-Wan wondered if the fish had come from the pond where they had so recently been immersed. The root was a shade of purple, of course, this one bordering on plum. It reminded Obi-Wan of some unfinished business he had started in the pond and he gazed in the direction of his master's lap, where a platter happened to be perched.
"Yours is bigger than mine," Obi-Wan whispered throatily to Qui-Gon, "and I'm still hungry!"
Qui-Gon's eyes widened briefly. "Then you should take mine, by all means," he offered.
"I intend to," Obi-Wan promised, switching their platters.
After eating, Obi-Wan packed their gear, including a well-stocked med kit and the rest of the vaccine, into the panniers on the speeder. He checked over the engine and ran the self-dianostics. Then he stared speculatively at the seating as he became aware that his master was watching him.
Obi-Wan grinned as his hand sunk down when he pressed it into the padded cushion of the sidecar. He wouldn't have to ride in a kneeling position.
Then he held his arms across the span between the seats and measured the distance against his own torso. He grinned even more broadly as his upper hand came even with his lips. The arrangement was perfect for taking care of that unfinished business.
"Would you like to fly for a change, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, letting only a hint of mischief leak through his shields. "We can always switch later." Obi-Wan hoped fervently that they would.
"As you prefer, Padawan," Qui-Gon returned the smile. "Are you willing to undertake another ride now?"
"Anytime, anywhere, Master."
END