Archive: M_A, http://www.slashcity.org/~elysian/
Categories: PWP, Humour/Parody
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none.
Spoilers: none.
Summary: Revenge is sweet. Sequel to "Breakfast in Bed"
Feedback: of any sort is very much appreciated.
Disclaimers: I own my fantasies, and that's about all.
Notes: You wanted an Obi-cold sequel, and you wanted some
jedilove, so I wrote it. It just took me a while. *g* I was
really bored, and I have a cold, so it seemed appropriate.
"Muffins," Obi-Wan announced resolutely.
"...Would you care to elaborate?"
"That's what I want. Muffins. Warm. With cinnamon and berries."
"I, ah... I can't make muffins, Padawan."
"Can't make muffins, Padawan," Obi-Wan muttered a nasal echo.
Stern and Disapproving Master Glare.
"Snnmffst."
"Do you mind speaking to me instead of the tissue, Obi-Wan?"
"I said 'sorry, Master.'"
"Can't be bothered to make an effort at actually looking
repentant?"
"I want muffins," Obi-Wan repeated forlornly. "With cinnamon."
"And berries."
'Berries too."
"A Jedi does not whine."
"A Jedi Master does not starve his convalescent padawan."
"I have not st--"
"Can't make muffins, can't make pastries, can't make
scrambled eggs, for Force sake... "
"I spent almost three hours preparing a traditional Ri'ielan
dish of blessi--"
"It was squid, Master."
The Jedi Master looked positively affronted. "That recipe has
been passed down ten--no, eleven--generations. It was
given as a gift of thanks and good will after the Treaty of
Aber by th--"
"Slimy, mottled, undercooked squid. If Bant hadn't brought me
cinnamon toast every morning, you'd be short a padawan by now."
"It wasn't that bad," Qui-Gon protested, plopping down at the
foot of the bed with a sigh. "It just looked
somewhat..."
"...ill?" Obi-Wan supplied helpfully, sighing at the scolding
frown it earned him.
"You should offer more respect to the Ri'ielan culture. The
dish is a blessing for good health."
"Right. Well, for future ref..." He stilled abruptly and
inhaled, wrinkling his nose, "--refera... re...
re-reeaa-AH-SPHLEW!"
Qui-Gon winced, offering the red-faced young man another
tissue--accepted with a miserable glare. "For future
reference...?" he prompted when Obi-Wan was once again capable
of speech.
"For fudure reference, I'm nod accepding any culdure's blessing
if id has tendacles. Especially if de tendacles look like dey
have a worse flu dan I do."
After another fit of sneezing and reacquainting himself with
the handkerchief, Obi-Wan yanked at a bunched up quilt from
beneath his Master and tucked it to his chin, snuggling into
his nest of warmth with a wistful sigh. "Now, what I would do
for some hot muffins..."
Eyebrows lifted delicately with interest. "What would you do
for some hot muffins?"
Obi-Wan met the suggestive leer with a scowl. "You wouldn't
take advantage of your weak, sickly, emaciated padawan."
"I don't know... You are awfully cute with your nose all pink
like that."
"You have no shame."
"I can't help my inability to resist your wiles. You've made
certain of that."
"My nose is not a wile," he glared, even while sniffling
helplessly. "And you couldn't make muffins if your sex life
depended on it anyway."
"The Temple Cafeteria," Qui-Gon purred, slowly crawling over
Obi-Wan's legs and straddling him, "has muffins."
He bent to claim his padawan's mouth in a searing kiss, tracing
the contours of Obi-Wan's teeth with his tongue, then drawing
the other into a playful battle, velvet colliding with velvet
and massaging. Pulling back, nibbling the lips, reclaiming,
caressing, drinking deeply of the sweet textures and warmth
and--
--abruptly elbowed in the stomach. Hard. Coughing, he was
pushed away, Obi-Wan choking and sputtering violently beneath
him.
Once he had taken a moment to gather his wits, Qui-Gon looked
downward mock mournfully, crystal-blue eyes alight with
amusement. "I didn't think I was so bad a kisser."
"You're wonderful, Master," Obi-Wan managed to gasp out
reassuringly. "When I can breathe through my nose."
"Oops."
"Mmmhm."
"And I was rather enjoying that, too."
Obi-Wan snorted, unsuccessfully attempting to shove the heavy
Master off him. "If you ever want the chance to enjoy it again,
you'd better hurry to the Temple Cafeteria and pick me up some
warm muffins, else I'll die of hunger very shortly."
"If your state is so precarious," Qui-Gon murmured into the
inviting hollow of his padawan's throat, "I don't think it
would be wise of me to leave you alone."
"I wan--...ahh," Obi-Wan moaned softly, tilting up his chin to
encourage the wet caress of kisses.
"You want what?" Qui-Gon urged him on in a whisper, slowly
tugging down the barrier of the blanket, tracing the line of a
collarbone with his lips.
" 's not fair," Obi-Wan mumbled, hands kneading up and down
Qui-Gon's back. He spread his legs, inviting the larger man to
settle between them, wriggling to align their hips and
hardening flesh. "...jus distracting me. I want muffins."
"Just muffins?" Kisses fluttered across his chest, trailing hot
lines down his abdomen, a hand straying to tug at his leggings.
"I took better care of you when you were sick,"
Obi-Wan accused half-heartedly, between appreciative grunts.
"And it's your fault I got sick to begin with."
Qui-Gon looked up from his activity, meeting Obi-Wan's eyes
with a wry smile. "I'm not taking good enough care of you?" His
tongue flicked out at a nipple just then, toying with it idly,
his gaze never wavering. "Making sure you get plenty of
'rest'...?"
Obi-Wan shuddered with pleasure and the heat of that regard,
managing with great effort to coax his lips to a pout. "I'm
hungry."
"So am I."
It was all Obi-Wan could do to gasp when the Master abruptly
bent down to capture his erection in the hot cavern of his
mouth.
Frantic whispers, soft, pleading moans spilled from his lips as
the tongue tortured him in endless circles. His eyes fell shut
when he was taken fully, swallowed completely in the blissful
heat that swept through his entire body. He trust upward
blindly, seeking more of that fire, gripping tightly the pillow
beneath him to keep from crying out his ecstasy.
But the sweet fever ravaged his flesh until he could no longer
contain it within him, and he cried out, must have cried out
Qui-Gon's name, because and the man pulled away from his
activity to look at him, smiling smugly.
"Nnnh?" Obi-Wan opened his eyes and blinked, confused by the
sudden change of situation.
"Ah, look at the time," the Master motioned to the chrono,
pushing himself up to stand and stretch.
Obi-Wan's mouth dropped open, his slightly glazed eyes staring
with disbelief. "Uh?"
Qui-Gon bit his lip against a grin and shrugged apologetically.
"I have to hurry."
"Where are you going?!"
"Cafeteria."
"Wha...?"
"To get your muffins," he explained patiently, eyes twinkling
as he pulled on a robe.
It took a moment to sink into his pleasure dazed mind, but
Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed as they followed Qui-Gon toward the
door. "I think the muffins can wait, Master."
"Oh, no, Padawan," Qui-Gon shook his head, reaching for the
door's keypad. "I must get them while they're still warm.
Breakfast ends at tenth hour, as you know."
"Qui-Gon Jinn, if you're not in this bed in five seconds I
swear by Yoda's ears I'll shove those muffins d--"
Qui-Gon turned back to look at him, still for a beat before he
burst into delighted laughter, only too happy to obey. "Yes,
master."
"So, how are you feeling?" Qui-Gon lazily stroked his padawan's
lower back, other hand toying with the braid draped across his
naked chest, idly weaving it between his fingers.
"Better," Obi-Wan mumbled with a drowsy smile.
"Still hungry?"
"I'll live." He snuggled into the embrace, burying his face in
Qui-Gon's neck and inhaling deeply.
"See, I take good care of my patients."
"You have your talents," Obi-Wan snorted, planting a light kiss
beneath his Master's ear. "But you're a lousy nurse."
Qui-Gon's jaw dropped with a noise of mock indignation. "I
don't believe you just sai--"
"Not much of a cook, either," Obi-Wan added thoughtfully. "An
even worse singer. You take hours on your holochess moves. And
you never turn the knobs off all the way when you're done in
the shower, so the water drips all over th--"
"I'm amazed," the Master interrupted with a smirk, "that you
manage to put up with me."
"So am I," Obi-Wan beamed, favouring him with another warm
kiss. "The miracle of love, hmm?"
"Indeed."
"I don't suppose I can coax some muffins from you now?" he
pouted seductively.
"We don't have any muffins, but perhaps you'd care to
experience the miracle of Ri'ielan squid."
"Master," the padawan rolled his eyes imploringly.
Qui-Gon smiled serenely. "Yes, Padawan?"
And Obi-Wan sighed, defeated. "Nothing. I love you."
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