SUMMARY: Q/O, humor, somewhat pointless, adult subject matter.
Qui-Gon has a little problem with his enthusiastic lover.
NOTES: Based on a challenge given me to use the title phrase in
an accurate manner. Data drawn from The Straight Dope
(http://www.straightdope.com/classics/a2_195b.html).
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Qui-Gon groaned.
His younger lover squeezed his eyes shut. "Again? I'm
exhausted."
"I can't sleep, Obi-Wan."
"Oh. Should I go back to my own room?"
A long arm wrapped him close to Qui-Gon's body. "No, don't. I
want you here, love. I just... can't sleep."
Obi-Wan came more awake, blinking. "You can't? What
about a Force suggestion?"
"I don't want to use one under the circumstances."
Obi-Wan smiled against the older man's chest. "It's all right,
Qui-Gon. I'm going to sleep. And I'll be right here in the
morning. We have the rest of our lives together. You don't have
to worry."
"It's not that."
"Then what is it?" Obi-Wan leaned up on his elbow to look down
at his former master's face. "Is something wrong?"
"I believe so. Do you remember that last time?"
"Yes," Obi-Wan said, puzzled, then he understood. "It's all
right, master. At your age, it's perfectly understandable. And
we'd already done it four times today."
Qui-Gon glared at Obi-Wan. "It's not that either. I'm
feeling pain where there should be none. My testicles feel like
they've been filled with Naboo swamp water to three times their
size and then used for a game of quavi with Banthas."
Obi-Wan winced, then grinned despite himself. "Do you mean you
have...?"
Qui-Gon virtually growled. "Yes, Obi-Wan. It looks very
much like I do."
"Perhaps we should go to the healers."
"I'm not moving."
Obi-Wan winced again. "Good point. I'll get them to come
here."
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