Series: Simple Questions
Pairing: QG/OW
Category: Humor, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Archive: MA and any others interested. Just let me know!
Warnings: Although Obi-Wan asks his question when he's
fifteen, well, just read it! [g]
Spoilers: None
Summary: A curious question deserves the best answer possible.
Feedback: Yes, please! We all thrive on feedback! [g]
Disclaimer: The characters are so not mine. They belong to
Lucas That Is. I make nary a cent.
It is said by the N'Hogans that peace of mind is overseen by
the Goddess M'Nirk. And M'Nirk is, of course, not without a
sense of humor.
"Master? May I ask you something?"
Qui-Gon caught the sense of bewilderment through the training
bond. Picking up his fresh cup of tea for a welcome sip, he
looked toward the door. At fifteen, Obi-Wan could be immensely
entertaining. Especially when he appeared confused, as he did
now. "I am all ears, Padawan." He smiled.
"Ummm. Okay." Obi-Wan scratched his nose. "What's a
'quickie'?"
Qui-Gon froze, lips clamped around a large sip of tea, mind on
pause. Some sort of response seemed to be called for, so...
Swallowing heroically, he sucked air and fanned his mouth. And
played for time.
"Well. Padawan. That's, well..." Dredging up his best 'I am
the Master' expression from the rattling bog pretending to be
his brain, he squinted at the curious young Padawan and
compressed his lips before asking, "Who wants to know, eh?"
Obi-Wan frowned and glanced to either side. "Me."
Damn.
"Well, Padawan." A moment for one deep breath. "There are
things that, in the course of time, one learns in the fullness
of, of...time. Heh. Yes..." With an effort, he managed not to
drop his cup. "This, I believe, is one of those things. The
Force, in its wisdom, decides when and where your first,
first...eh, when and how you learn what a 'quickie'
is..." Hand shaking, he took a quick sip of tea. And another.
Obi-Wan's expression had been growing progressively more
worried. Now he whispered, "Is it something of the Dark Side,
Master?"
Qui-Gon swallowed a snort. "Ah, ha. No, Padawan. No, it's not.
But now is not precisely the right time for your, your..."
Obi-Wan pursed his lips. "You're not going to tell me, right?"
Qui-Gon felt his heartbeat even out. "Correct. But, in the
fullness of time..." He smiled his best Professional Smile.
"Right, Master." Obi-Wan started back out of the door, then
turned for a moment. "Will you tell me what it is, when it's
the right time?"
For just a second, Qui-Gon looked at the young boy standing
before him and his eyes focused inward. Then he nodded. "Yes,
Obi-Wan. I expect I shall."
One brilliant smile later, the boy was gone and one slightly
rattled Master decided on something stronger than tea.
Four years later...
Qui-Gon couldn't have been more pleased with Padawan Kenobi if
he had tried. Not only had the young man almost single-handedly
discovered what made the Netnini tick, he had managed to coax
their two ruling houses to seal the treaty with a bond of
marriage. Or whatever they called it.
Of course, it all paled a little to the last six months.
Obi-Wan as his lover far exceeded Obi-Wan as his Padawan any
day.
And now the Jedi were at loose ends, touring some of the
ancient citidels of the race. The Netnini loved to dig, delve
and tunnel and the artifact on today's tour was some
uncountable distance under the ground.
As they approached the elevator, Obi-Wan laughed. "The High
Regent said they hang some of their best art in the elevators,
Master."
Qui-Gon lifted a brow and looked the question.
Leading the way through the opening door, Obi-Wan laughed
again. "Even for the Netnini, it's a long way down. The trip
takes all of thirty seconds."
Qui-Gon held back a moment, a thoughtful look circling his
eyes. "Thirty seconds, eh?" Stepping slowly into the elevator
and holding the door, he eyed Obi-Wan from under speculative
brows. "Hmmm. Thirty seconds. Yes..."
A little bewildered, Obi-Wan smiled. "Master? What is it?"
Qui-Gon let the door shut and moved to stand in front of the
young man, his eyelids at halfmast. "Guess..."
As the elevator gave a little lurch, Qui-Gon dropped to his
knees, parting Obi-Wan's robe and slipping one hand under the
tunic edge to flip it upwards. The other hand had already
loosened the legging ties and dipped deep inside to the
treasure carried within.
"Master?" Obi-Wan's voice was part squeak, part moan.
"Qui-Gon?" His hands were flailing in little circles with no
particular place to go.
One brief glance up, one wicked grin and Qui-Gon wrapped his
hand around his goal. Twenty-five seconds to go...
Leaning in to nuzzle the reddish-gold hairs, Qui-Gon felt the
beginnings of an erection spread against his hand, felt the
soundless groan as Obi-Wan leaned back, hands pressed against
the elevator wall. Fingers anchored firmly in the crisp hairs,
Qui-Gon ran a hot wet tongue up the underside of the growing
length, then quickly slipped the head deep into his mouth and
ran his tongue up the underside. Hard. Obi-Wan sagged and bent
forward, grabbing handfuls of Qui-Gon's robe, breath coming in
harsh gasps. Twenty seconds to go...
Qui-Gon pulled back, letting the cock lengthen and swell in
his mouth. A quick dip and his thumb was coated with saliva and
rubbing on the sweet spot right below the crown. Twisting his
head sideways, he laved hot swirls over the tip, kissing with
hard little sucks in counterpoint to the rhythm of his thumb.
It didn't take long. When Qui-Gon felt Obi-Wan stiffen and
catch his breath, he placed both hands firmly on his thighs to
hold him up, took the rigid cock into his mouth, and sucked
slowly up the entire length. At fifteen seconds, Obi-Wan came
with a shout...
Every contraction was allowed its due, every drop was
swallowed. At eight seconds, Qui-Gon sat back, took Obi-Wan's
hands from his robe, gently pushed him upright and carefully
tied the legging strings. The young man's eyes were fluttering,
his breath coming in little gasps.
Standing up, Qui-Gon neatly closed Obi-Wan's robe, smiled into
the dazed eyes and said, "Some years ago, I deferred one of
your questions with the phrase, 'All in the fullness of time'."
With a quick caress to the stunned face, he stepped away as the
door opened on the group of waiting Netnini. "I believe I have
now answered that question, Padawan Kenobi, for that..."
He grinned. "...is a 'quickie'." Then he turned and strolled
slowly out of the door.
It could be surmised that the Netnini were a trifle bewildered
when, from the depths of the elevator, sounded a shout of
startled laughter.
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