ARCHIVE: Master & Apprentice, SithChicks, my page at
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CATEGORY: PWP, Humor/Parody
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: O/Q, O/other
WARNING: uuhhmmmm ... no!
SUMMARY: A Padawan's attempt to spice up his sex life is ...
peculiar!
DISCLAIMER: If George ever reads this, he'll disown me! So,
I'll have no money to give up should he decide to go after me.
Sorry Mr. L.!
NOTES: Again, the incredible Padawan Nia helped smoothening
this sucker out with betaing and critique ... I'm now convinced
her name stands for "She who can spot superfluous spaces".
LOL:)
FEEDBACK: I'll pull a "Yaddle" if I don't get any! PLEASE at
quigon_jinn21@hotmail.com
The door slammed shut and almost made Obi-Wan jump in surprise
as he saw his Master enter their living room, angrily getting
out of his robe and tossing it onto the chair next to the
entrance to the quarters he shared with his Padawan.
"If he ever asks for a mission report again to simply
disregard every single recommendation I made regarding the
further development of that blasted dustbowl they call a planet
..."
Master Qui-Gon Jinn wasn't in a good mood. In fact he was
pissed beyond believe and had a real hard time controlling the
anger that had brewed in him ever since he had been embroiled
in the middle of a planet-sized ruckus about his and Obi-Wan's
latest mission he had reported on during this session with the
Jedi Council.
Simple diplomatic errand: deliver a diplomat to her new
assignment, install her, get back to the Temple. Nothing fancy.
And when Mace had asked him for some recommendations for any
future diplomatic efforts on the Senate's side, for once
Qui-Gon had obliged the Council's request happily. It didn't
happen often that they choose to solicit Qui-Gon's advice in
this manner, so in a way this had felt ... nice! Contrary to
the picture that was painted of him in Padawan circles and
around Masters' tables he didn't enjoy being a maverick and
irking the Councilors. If he could do without he most certainly
preferred to do without!
So, they had asked - he had given - they had torn him to
pieces on technicalities and proper implementation of Code
regulations!
"Yaddle should be so high and mighty! HA! When has she been on
her last mission? A century ago? ... Pah! ... " Qui-Gon was
muttering as he strode to the tiny kitchen, right past his
Padawan who hastily had busied himself with preparing some hot
water for tea. He started to rummage around the cabinets for
his favorite tea cup.
"Hello Padawan", he started, his anger still tainting his
voice, "you better count your lucky stars today that I haven't
insisted on taking you along to that damn debriefing, although
it is high time for you to take on that responsibility more
often!" He cast a stern, lecturing look at Obi-Wan, then looked
at his empty cup and once again back at his Padawan.
"What a bunch of stuff heads! ... Oh, tea would be much
appreciated right now, Padawan!" Some more fidgeting with his
cup, then he left to make himself as comfortable as possible in
his favorite leather arm chair that was standing against the
wall facing the entrance door.
Obi-Wan had deemed it best not to say anything. True, he
hadn't expected his Master back from his meeting that early.
Normally his Master liked to indulge in a bit of stress
releasing meditations after such meetings in one of the many
gardens of the Temple. For some reason his "garden time" had
been shorter than Obi-Wan had expected, and that made him a bit
nervous. But he also knew full well that any inquiry by him
regarding his Master's pissed mood would only result in another
lecture on the nature of the Code, how it really made no sense
at all at times, and how the Council had the whole thing wrong
over and over again. They were long, those lectures Qui-Gon
tended to drift into on such occasions, something Obi-Wan was
definitely not in the mood for right now. He decided to keep it
quiet as much as possible. Besides - Qui-Gon looked tired and
wrung out, so Obi-Wan kept his replies to a bare minimum for
the time being.
"Tea will be ready very soon now, Master, in a few minutes I'm
sure ..." he turned to tend to the boiling water and tossed a
few Gressal tea leaves into a pot he then filled with the
heated water. While his Padawan was busy preparing the tea,
Qui-Gon had taken his cup and plunked down into his chair to
get his boots off his feet, expertly tossing and simultaneously
Force-manipulating them to lay in a neat pile right next to the
entrance. Command of the Force was such a Gods-send when it
came to keeping the quarters at least a bit tidy.
"And if Yaddle won't stop her annoying habit of clubbing my
legs with her blasted gimmer ... Ah, thank you, Padawan, I
really do need this right now!" Smiling gratefully at the young
man he held up his cup to let Obi-Wan fill it with the hot
liquid. He leaned back a bit and took a sip of the tea.
"I'm sorry, my Obi, but today's "performance" by the Council
has been especially taxing!" He took another sip and let
himself fall into the cushions of the chair, leaning all the
way back and briefly rubbing a hand over his weary eyes.
"Who does this little troll think she is!", he breathed so
quietly it was almost inaudible, yet Obi-Wan heard it anyways.
His eyes darted towards the closed door of their bedroom for a
short moment before his attention was fully back on his Master
before him.
"You look awful, Master! And I am thankful hat you allowed me
to remain out of the Council's grasps this time!", he chuckled
a bit, which solicited a likewise response from the sitting
man.
"Well, thank you kindly for your more than frank assessment of
my condition, Obi-Wan. By the Gods, at times I truly regret
that I have beaten honesty so thoroughly into your pretty
little head!" He smiled once more at his apprentice who by now
had taken up his wont place to his Master's feet on the floor.
For a long while they remained sitting in silence, stilling
their thoughts and simply enjoying each others company, a
luxury they indulged in whenever possible. They had been
together now for over ten years, and lovers for more than two.
It had become second nature for them to listen within
themselves and to each other, instinctively knowing what the
other thought, sharing silence with no words needed between
them.
Lately, however, Obi-Wan had become discontent, somewhat bored
with their relationship, especially their typical sessions of
love-making. Qui-Gon was busy fighting his fruitless battles
with the Council as if his life depended on it, so to him
everything was fine as is. But his Padawan was looking for a
new "twist" for his sex life, and Obi-Wan's latest attempts to
spice up at least his own sexual encounters a bit were ...
well, unorthodox, to say the least. Desperate measures for
desperate times, the Padawan thought wryly, and now it was high
time to facilitate the rest he so desperately needed his Master
to take.
The young man had scooted forward a bit to lay his hands onto
Qui-Gon's thighs in a possessive gesture of intimacy, and at
last it was him who broke their quiet contemplation - no, it
was more like shattering it!
"Master? What would you say if I give you a nice, leisurely
blow job right now?" Obi-Wan's face had remained serious, but
Qui-Gon could easily see the mirth that was dancing around his
Padawan's eyes.
"Just like that? No preamble, no foreplay, simply a blow job?"
Qui-Gon had a hard time concealing his astonishment at
Obi-Wan's inquiry, he had seldom witnessed his Padawan to be
that to-the-point when it came to their sexual play. Setting
his tea cup down onto a little side table that was standing
nearby, he leaned forward and cupped Obi-Wan's face with one of
his hands.
"No 'I-love-you's or even a slight attempt at seduction, my
Padawan?"
"Nope! I just feel like you deserve a good ..."
"Blow job, yes you mentioned that". Qui-Gon looked carefully
at his lover once more, this was so unlike his Obi-Wan. But
then, why not try something new once in a while. And yet ...
something was afoot with his Padawan, but he simply couldn't
lay his fingers on it.
"Everything alright with you, Obi-Wan? This isn't just to
cover your sweet little ass for something?" It had happened
before, make-up sex of some sort. Pleasant, but not exactly
what Qui-Gon was looking for in their relationship.
"Qui-Gon! I'm mortally wounded! Really!" Getting onto his
knees in front of his Master, Obi-Wan started to let his hands
roam along Qui-Gon's muscular legs, feeling his body's warmth
radiate through the fabric of his leggings, changing his
caresses from light touches to firm rubs upwards towards his
loins, thumbs wandering to the inside of Qui-Gon's legs,
applying subtle pressure to make his Master open himself for
some closer inspection of his growing erection.
"You're always thinking the worst of people, love. Why is
that, tell me, Qui!", the kneeling man demanded of the object
of his affections. Letting Obi-Wan take his pleasure with him
Qui-Gon had let go of his Padawan's face and again leaned back
into the chair, unconsciously yielding to his lover's
suggestive touch, opening his thighs wider for just a bit.
"Hmmm, ... I'm sorry, Obi, I didn't mean to imply that you ...
uuhhmmmm, feels good what you do!" He closed his eyes, sighed
heavily, only to put his hands on top of Obi-Wan's to stop his
Padawan's further advances.
"I appreciate what you're trying to do, my Obi, but not
tonight, hm? I'm simply too tired now, I can't possibly ..." A
slight groan escaped his throat as his Padawan "accidentally"
brushed his hand against his hardening cock. "Come, Padawan,
... just let me sit here and rest ... aahhmmm ...a while ... "
Qui-Gon drew in a sharp breath as Obi-Wan's hands stubbornly
returned to his aching flesh between his legs, as if to urge it
on in it's inflamed state.
"Obi-Wan, I cannot let your ... disregard of ... my wish ...
aaahhh, leave it right there!" Against his better judgment
Qui-Gon couldn't help to fully succumb to his Padawan's
touches, loosing this battle against his lover quite miserably.
"You're such an imp, Obi, you ... know that? Hmmmm ..."
Coherence was becoming a thing to be worried about some other
time, not now, with his lover between his legs.
The young man continued to let his hands move playfully along
thighs, loins, a hardening cock ...
"Shhh, Qui, just relax and let me work my magic with you. I
bet you'll feel much better as soon as I'll be done with you,
love!" His fingers deftly made short work of Qui-Gon's
leggings, pulling them off as his Master briefly lifted himself
out of the chair to be accommodating, thus allowing the Padawan
fullest access to his Master's groin.
Obi-Wan's caresses of Qui-Gon became more and more centered
around his stiff cock, and having moved closer in between his
Master's legs he was finally in a position to bend his head
down, taking Qui-Gon's member into his eager mouth. A fleeting
gasp was heard from above his head as Obi-Wan's tongue began to
circle around the tip of the penis in his mouth, and Qui-Gon
visibly relaxed, at last giving in to this most pleasurable
service rendered to him by the man he so much loved. His hands
reached for his lover's head, steadying them by letting his
fingers run through his apprentice's spiky hair, finding the
ridiculous pony-tail, toying with it's threads without really
noticing it.
"Obi-Wan ... Padawan ... uhmm, oh Force, yes, your tongue ...
wonderful!" Obi-Wan let it slid over the entire length of
Qui-Gon's shaft, paying close attention to every last inch of
it, enjoying it's velvety feel, the strong if somewhat
bitter-sweet taste of his Master's pre-cum. Teeth soon joined
tongue, and Qui-Gon's moans started to become more urgent as
his Padawan fondled and squeezed his balls, first one, then the
other.
"Obi, Gods, where in the world ... ssss, yesss, suck harder,
my love" Qui-Gon was loosing himself to his rising pleasure by
the minute, the longer he was enjoying Obi-Wan's ministrations
to his private parts. Oh how he had needed something like this!
He became more and more incoherent in speech and in thoughts,
his release approaching fast, and he knew very soon now he
would loose his last grasp on serenity as he knew it.
Then at last, and not a moment too early, Obi-Wan took Qui-Gon
fully into his mouth, filling his throat with the begging cock,
and starting to suck as hard as he could. His hands continued
to work on Qui-Gon's testes, massaging them, squeezing them
hard.
"Yes, yes, Obi, I love you ..." //Loveyouloveyouloveyou ...
Gods!//
//Yes, Qui-Gon, yes, I love you too ... you're wonderful ...
so wonderful ... come, Qui, come, let me taste you!//
By now Qui-Gon had to hold onto the arms of his chair, his
hips pushing hard into Obi-Wan's throat, increasing the
frequency of his thrusts for final completion of this act of
love, Obi-Wan's head bobbing up and down on the erection in his
mouth. The latter braced himself onto his Master's thighs once
more, feeling his lover's climax approach quickly now ...
"Aaaahhhh ... Hmmmm ...." Qui-Gon's release was explosive, his
fingers clawing the chair, his head thrown back, eyes closed
while rasping Obi-Wan's name over and over. Obi-Wan swallowed
every single drop of Qui-Gon's cum, opening his mind to the
immeasurable pleasure and joy engulfing his Master which soon
enveloped both men in a warm bliss that started to lull Qui-Gon
into a state of sweet oblivion.
After a few seconds of shared ecstasy Qui-Gon went limp in his
chair, hands unfastening from their grip of the soft leather,
feeling Obi-Wan's head slowly dislodging from it's hold on the
older man's cock, and Qui-Gon leaned forward, bending down to
his lover to bestow a long, loving kiss onto his lips. He could
still taste himself in his Padawan's mouth - it never ceased to
amaze him how different he tasted as compared with his Obi-Wan!
When he came up for some air, his hands once again found
Obi-Wan's cheeks, caressing them with his thumbs.
"Thank you, Obi! I didn't realize how much I needed that right
now." He smiled down at the young man who deliberately stood up
in one fluid motion, straightening his tunics and moving closer
to the chair to sit on one of the arm rests, blowing gently
into his Master's by now sweaty hair. His love and devotion
radiated brilliantly off him as his hands touched his Master's
face, stroking it with a feathery touch.
"Always glad to be there for you my love!" He gently pressed
another kiss against Qui-Gon's temple.
"Are you still tired, Master? ... Qui?" His Master's head was
leaning against the back of the chair, eyes closed, breathing
gradually leveling off to the gentle, steady rhythm of
exhausted sleep. The Padawan let his hand brush over his
Master's cheek one more time, trailing one finger down his neck
to the hollow at the base of Qui-Gon's throat.
"Sleep tight, Master. I wish I could follow you wherever you
are right now." Obi-Wan's voice carried a sorrow he loathed to
admit to himself, and abruptly he stood up and went over to the
sofa to fetch a blanket, carefully draping it around the
peacefully sleeping form of his lover and Master, covering his
exposed waist and legs, making sure he'd be warm and
comfortable.
"That was quick thinking, Obi-Wan! Yes, quick thinking! We
almost got caught! Yes, almost! Hm, we cannot keep this up much
longer before he starts to suspect something." The tiny voice
coming from the bedroom Obi-Wan shared with his Master sounded
anxious, even a bit nervous, if not to the extend that she let
her species' peculiar syntax get in the way. "If he wasn't
tired before, you surely gave him his much-deserved rest just
now. He won't wake up any time soon? Yes?"
Taking a step back from the chair his Master was sleeping in,
Obi-Wan regarded him with love clearly evident in his eyes.
Finally he turned towards the woman facing him as she stood
between rooms.
"No, he'll be asleep for the next few hours. For a moment I
almost thought he could sense your presence in the bedroom. If
he hadn't been so tired and distracted", Obi-Wan looked at the
diminutive little Master standing before him leaning on her
gimmer stick, "he could have easily detect you! We have to be
more careful in the future! He surely will find out soon if you
keep irking him during these damn debriefings, Yaddle!" Obi-Wan
moved to retrieve Qui-Gon's tea cup and put it into the sink as
he absentmindedly ran his hand over his Padawan buzz.
"And I don't even know what will be harder for him to accept -
that I'm screwing around with a Council member or that I'm
doing it with a woman!" He let out a short snort and took a
step closer to his secret love to kiss her onto her head.
"But youngins, expect to be caught "red-cocked", it does
excite you, yes?" Yaddle grinned up broadly at her companion
and Obi-Wan sighed resignedly.
"Yes. Well, as long as it lasts. Hop on, sweetie, I think we
have to devise a new strategy for our little
tête-à-têtes!"
"Fine, Obi, yes, yes, and I think I should make better use of
your mouth, young pup". She made herself comfortable onto
Obi-Wan's shoulders, raking her tiny claws through his hair.
"My mouth, hm? Am I not dexterous enough with my hands, Yaddy?
OW! You and your blasted gimmer stick". The Padawan started to
chuckle - he and Qui-Gon indeed were so much alike in some
respects! And with a last look at his sleeping Master they
turned to find a peaceful spot in some hidden garden of the
Temple.
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