Zipper

by Lorraine (Blucola@aol.com)

Pairing: Q/O
Rating: R
Archive: M_A and my lj
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me, even when I tie them up and make them do things...
Feedback: Oh god yes!
Summary: Who's on the other side of the fresher door?
Note: I really should be ashamed of this silly piece of dren. *smacks self* Bad me!

"What are you doing?"

A muffled curse and the sound of a zipper could be heard through the door.

"Nothing," came the sulky reply.

"You know you're not supposed to do that."

An unintelligible spat of cursing reached his ears.

"I heard that!"

"Good!"

Silence. Then, the rasp of a zipper.

"I said, stop that!"

"Make me!"

The door snicked open with a judicious use of force and one well aimed kick.

Qui-Gon Jinn, Jedi Master stood, hunched over and humbled, his cock angry red and jutting out dangerously close to zipper teeth. His hands were gingerly wrapped around his erection and he wore a look a desperate hunger on his face.

"Don't try to stop me," he warned, his eyes wild with lust.

"You can't do this, Master, the patches on your hands will spread and then where will you be? If you think the hunger is bad now, wait until one of those patches develops on your privates," Obi-Wan told him sternly, but with compassion in his eyes.

"I don't care, Obi-Wan, it's too difficult to resist the pull to pull."

Obi-Wan sighed and batted his master's hands away from the loose but fierce grip the older man still had on his own penis. "Let me," he told him, "so far it hasn't affected me."

Qui-Gon reluctanly let his hands fall away and allowed Obi-Wan's hands to grip his flesh. "Well don't dilly dally", he said tartly.

Obi-Wan gave the turgid flesh a sharp tug, one that meant business and shut Qui-Gon right up.

"Oh yes, just like that," the older man encouraged, his eyes screwed shut in concentration. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and continued tugging and pulling, his thumb spreading the slick stream of fluid that was leaking copiously from Qui-Gon's tortured flesh.

He allowed himself the luxury of pulling his master back against him in a reclining position on the fresher floor. His breath was hot on Qui-Gon's neck as he worked his hand, eliciting a tortured moan. He tried to think of anything but how good it felt to have his hand wrapped around his master's most sensitive body part. How much he'd longed for this...

He also tried to convince himself that he did this for altruistic reasons. That Qui-Gon's unfortunate exposure to the native plant life on this sith-spawned planet made masturbation from his padawan a necessity. But the truth of the matter, Obi-Wan reflected, even as his master tossed his head back and groaned in ecstasy, was that he would have done this in a flash, even without the possibility of the patches spreading.

He wanted this, he wanted this man who was shuddering against him on the bring of orgasm, head thrashing side to side, moaning. His grip tightened under the crown, as he gave a few final sharp tugs and felt the warm of release cover his hands, even as his own leggings were suddenly wet with a spontaneous burst of semen.

When his brain cells started firing again he loosened his grip on his master's cock and pulled away. He scrambled to his feet and prepared to dash off, but his master's voice stopped him.

"Thank you Obi-Wan, your assistance was-", his lips pursed as he formulated an answer, "advantageous."

Obi-Wan bowed, a mischievous grin on his face. "Well, your palms are affected because you didn't listen to me and insisted on masturbating in the air taxi. I know your allergy makes you extremely horny, but still, I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen, masturbating will only give you hairy palms."

~groan~