Fates - Chicken Soup

by Raina

Archive: yes please, M_A; nuttersinc (nowhere else)

Paring: Q/O

Category: AU, PWP, Romance

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: We don't own Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi. However, Partner in Crime and I share custody of Padawans Quiggs and Ben.

Feedback: Always a treat (raina_at@yahoo.de)

Summary: Quiggs is sick and Ben brings some chicken soup

Warning: ah... well, it's just the slightest bit gross at one point. And I'm pretty sure it doesn't really work, so I took a bit of artistic licence.

Spoilers: None whatsoever.

Notes: It's not my fault! I was dared! Actually, I blame the German railway. On a veeeery long train ride, Leandra dared me to write a PWP with chicken soup featuring prominently, set in the "Fates" Universe. My honour was at stake, so I had to write it. So you could call this the response to the "Chicken Soup" challenge. Want to join the chicken soup fun? Be our guest.

Series: Yes, Fates. Takes place at some point after "Fates-Fever". It's sort of a standalone, though, so you don't have to read the whole series to understand it. Doesn't mean you shouldn't, though ;-))

Fates-Timeline can be found here:

http://www.angelfire.com/theforce/nuttersinc/fates_timeline.html

Thank you's: Mina and Elysian for the inspiration, Leandra for the challenge (I actually had a blast writing this. So thanks.) and Temve for the beta and nice words as usual.

Qui-Gon was miserable. He hated being sick, confined to his bed all day. He wasn't really ill anymore, but he still didn't feel all that well, and to add insult to injury, he was bored right out of his mind.

He was glad that Master Windu had finally stopped fussing over him and had left to attend an urgent Council meeting, but glad as he had been to have some semblance of peace, now he felt oddly lonely.

Still he let out a frustrated sigh when he heard the doors to his quarters open and close and steps approach his bedroom.

His gloom diminished when the door to his room swished open and he smelled food, and it dissipated completely when said door revealed not Master Windu, but in fact Obi-Wan Kenobi, grinning at him and holding a tray with a bowl of something steaming on it.

Qui-Gon's face broke into the biggest smile he'd smiled in two weeks. "You brought food!"

Obi-Wan chuckled and set down the tray on Qui-Gon's nightstand, sitting down on the patient's bed and interlacing his fingers with Qui-Gon's. "Is that all? I haven't been allowed to visit you for a week, and you only care for the food?"

Qui-Gon smiled even more broadly. "Well, the waiter is most welcome as well, of course."

He tugged at his lover's arm, and Obi-Wan moved in eagerly to claim his lips in a soft kiss.

When Qui-Gon pulled Ben closer, settling his hands on his lover's hips, and tried to introduce his tongue into the proceedings, Obi-Wan drew back. "Well, now, none of that. You're still sick, aren't you? And what if your Master comes home and catches us?"

Qui-Gon looked at Ben with an arched eyebrow. His lover was grinning indecently, so he knew Obi-Wan was only teasing him. Well, two could play that game.

Qui-Gon settled his hands innocently on Obi-Wan's sides and smiled. "Well, my Master is out for the day, Council meeting, you know. And as for my being too sick still..."

He used the position of his hands to dig into his lover's sides where he knew the other Padawan to be the most ticklish.

Obi-Wan gave a most delightful squeal and tried to squirm away from Qui-Gon's grasp, but Qui-Gon pulled him down onto the bed.

Ben, never one to give up without a fight, started a counter-attack, and soon they were rolling on the bed, engaged in a tickle war of the first order.

Things got out of control when Qui-Gon rolled a wildly shrieking Obi- Wan onto his back and trapped the fighting Padawan underneath him. They were balancing precariously on the edge of the bed, and Obi-Wan tried to caution Qui-Gon, but all he managed was a breathless, "Quiggs... the bed... the food!" before they tumbled down to the floor, taking the bed sheets and most of the contents of the bedside table with them. Including the bowl of food, which turned out to be chicken soup as it spilled all over Obi-Wan's head and by now bare chest.

Qui-Gon frowned. When had Ben managed to lose his tunics? Not that he minded at all...

He started to giggle when Obi-Wan picked up a noodle that stuck to his chest with an air of absolute disgust. "Not funny, Quiggs. I'm a vegetarian, remember? I'm not very partial to chicken soup."

The grin Qui-Gon flashed him was positively predatory. "I am," he said and without preamble descended on his lover's chest and started to suck on one of Obi-Wan's chicken soup-flavoured nipples. Obi-Wan gave a startled yelp that trailed off into a gasp.

"Especially when served on a bit of Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon added and started to lick the drops of soup from Ben's chest, nibbling on skin whenever he ate an errant noodle or piece of meat from his lover's well-muscled torso.

"You're... aware of the fact that...oh, yeah... I won't kiss you if you taste like chicken..." Obi-Wan teased, more than a bit breathless and, Qui-Gon noticed with delight, very aroused.

He drew back a bit and looked into his lover's flushed face, his eyes the bright green Qui-Gon associated with passion, a colour he had learned to love, and said with a wicked smile, "We'll see."

Wasting no more time with needless conversation, he resumed his task, licking and nibbling his way across his lover's chest, delighting in the little moans and gasps he drew from Ben.

He followed an errant drop of soup down Obi-Wan's muscled belly, dipping his tongue into the enticing navel on the way down, drawing a very encouraging groan from Ben, who was by now a bit too incoherent to wisecrack.

Ignoring his own growing arousal, Qui-Gon followed the line of hair from Ben's navel to the waistline of his leggings, teasing Ben's hipbones with his tongue and teeth before drawing the pants down to his lover's knees, freeing Ben's straining erection.

Qui-Gon smiled and drew back, ignoring Ben's frustrated groan and for a moment just looked. Looked at Ben's flushed face, his hair which was drenched with chicken soup, the red patches of skin and the love-bite Qui-Gon's explorations had left right under his right collarbone, the glorious, leaking erection waiting for him.

He licked his lips, but didn't move.

Letting out an impatient sigh, Ben propped himself up on his elbows. "Now what?" he demanded, his voice a bit shaky.

Qui-Gon smiled. "I'm looking at you."

He leaned down and ran a possessive hand down Obi-Wan's chest, making his lover squirm. "I love the way you look. All aroused and needy and so amazingly beautiful. I missed you..." he trailed off, leaning down to claim his lover's mouth in a kiss, but Ben's fingers on his lips stopped him.

"You still taste like chicken."

Qui-Gon grinned. "I'll have to change that, then..."

With that he licked down Obi-Wan's upper body, making Obi-Wan laugh breathlessly, and moved to take Ben's cock into his mouth.

Obi-Wan's laugh changed abruptly into a moaned "Oh, fuck, Quiggs!" as Qui-Gon started to caress his hard length with his tongue and lips.

Qui-Gon smiled around Ben's erection. It was always an encouraging sign when Obi-Wan descended into profanity.

He then proceeded to ignore his lover's increasingly incoherent cursing, which quickly switched from Basic to Dagobese as Qui-Gon drew his tongue over the prominent vein on the underside of Ben's cock and applied pressure on a particularly sensitive spot.

While he continued to tease and suck with his mouth, Ben's fingers wound and tangled in his hair, urging him on. Qui-Gon's own hands were busy fondling his lover's balls, playing with them, caressing Ben's sensitive spot. A particularly vile curse spilled from his lover's lips and Qui-Gon needed no further sign. He took Ben's cock all the way into his mouth and swallowed once. It didn't take any more. Moaning loudly, gasping Qui-Gon's name, Ben came into Qui-Gon's mouth and Qui-Gon let his lover's cock slip out, bathing his mouth with his lover's come before he swallowed. He looked at his boneless lover and used the short time he had before Obi-Wan would retaliate to claim Obi-Wan's mouth in a searing kiss.

"Do I still taste like chicken soup?" he asked as he drew back for breath.

"No," Ben whispered and pulled Qui-Gon down for another kiss.

But Qui-Gon would have none of that. "What do I taste like, then?"

Ben's answering smile was bright enough to rival the nova of desire going off in Qui-Gon's head at the answer, half purr, half predatory growl. "Me."

Qui-Gon swallowed, his own erection returning with force. He let Obi-Wan push him back onto the bed and onto his back, his stomach tensing with anticipation. Pay-off time, the still working part of his brain supplied. He started to grin stupidly. Pay-off was good. He definitely wanted pay-off, and it seemed he would get it when Obi-Wan practically ripped the sleeping pants off his body and proceeded to straddle his legs, bringing their erections into searing hot contact.

"Oh. More," he groaned.

Ben leaned down and kissed him. "Yes, more."

Moving his hips ever so slightly, Ben let their shafts slide together, the friction nearly driving Qui-Gon mad. He tried to thrust, but Obi-Wan held his hips down. "No. Not yet."

Pinching his nipples, Ben once again claimed his mouth in a kiss, sliding his tongue over Qui-Gon's lips, just once, then withdrawing again. Ben rocked his hips again, bringing the last of Qui-Gon's brain to melting temperature.

"Please...," he whispered.

Obi-Wan ran possessive hands over Qui-Gon's body, whispering, "You want me, my beautiful, don't you?"

Qui-Gon could only nod.

"Tell me. Tell me that you want me."

A hoarse whisper was all Qui-Gon could produce. "I want you."

A glittering smile answered him and Obi-Wan moved back, breaking contact. Qui-Gon groaned in frustration until he heard Obi-Wan's one-worded question. "Lube?"

'Oh, yes!' a part of his mind supplied, but his rational brain was 'there' enough to supply the answer Obi-Wan was looking for. "Don't have any here."

"Hm." Contemplating.

Then Qui-Gon just heard a splashing noise and tried to sit up, but a wet and rather cold hand curled around his cock and he fell back onto the bed with a loud groan of appreciation. The hand proceeded to smear liquid over his cock, and though part of him couldn't care less right now, he still found it in himself to raise his head and give Ben a questioning look. Obi-Wan shrugged apologetically and nodded in the direction of the bedside table.

"You're kidding. The chicken soup?" Qui-Gon didn't know whether he should laugh or cringe, but Obi-Wan's hand moving up his shaft took the decision out of his hands and he moaned low and deep.

Ben grinned and once again straddled Qui-Gon's lap. "Well, I have no intention of putting it into my mouth."

"But that's..." Qui-Gon forgot what exactly he had wanted to say, forgot speech in general, when Ben rose up to his knees, positioned himself and lowered himself onto Qui-Gon's hard shaft.

Enveloped in his lover's tight heat, Qui-Gon lost the ability to do anything more than try to thrust upwards into this welcoming heat, but Obi-Wan held his hips firmly in place, turning Qui-Gon's head to look into his eyes.

"I've missed you," Ben whispered.

Qui-Gon just groaned.

"Do you love me?" the tone of the voice told him he'd better answer or they'd stay like this for the rest of the afternoon, and as much as he liked being buried within his lover, he had the feeling his brain would explode if he wasn't satisfied soon.

"So very much," he gasped in answer.

Obi-Wan rocked his hips. Once. Twice.

Qui-Gon whimpered. "Please."

"Please what?"

Force, the bastard was enjoying this way too much. "Please, Ben, move already, for fuck's sake."

A dazzling smile. "I love it when you start to curse." Breathless now as well, thank the Force.

"Oh, fuck, Ben, please, do it!"

And Ben moved. Up and down, tight velvet heat swallowing him whole.

Somewhere along the way to his shuddering orgasm he managed to grip Ben's weeping cock and pump it so that when he found the strength to open his eyes again, his chest was covered with Ben and his lover's sticky come plastering them together.

His softening cock was still buried inside his lover, and for a while, neither of them had the strength or will to move.

Finally Ben moved off him and got out of the bed. Qui-Gon whimpered at the loss of contact, but Ben placed a finger over his mouth. "We have to clean up here and change the sheets. I think we would be hard-pressed to explain all this to your Master." He indicated the spilled chicken soup, the state of the bed sheets, Qui-Gon's come-sticky chest and his own chicken-soup flavoured hair.

Qui-Gon reached up and pulled a noodle out of Ben's hair. "Chicken soup as a sex aid, that has to be a first."

Ben grinned. "Well, as Master Yoda is fond of saying, `If not prepared you are, make due you must.'"

Qui-Gon laughed. "Only you can imitate Yoda and still be post- coitally sexy."

Ben's smile softened. "Feeling better?"

Qui-Gon nodded, but couldn't stifle a yawn.

"Well, then the chicken soup did its trick, though I don't think this is what Seda had in mind when she gave it to me." Obi-Wan's grin was back full force. "You think I should tell her that her soup makes decent lube?"

Qui-Gon gaped. "You wouldn't!"

Ben just giggled and Qui-Gon grabbed him and threw him back to the bed to kiss that smug grin away, all thoughts of chicken soup and fresh sheets momentarily forgotten.

End