Spoilers: Nope. (Ha-ha! I'm on a streak of shorties here!)
Rating: Blatantly NC-17. You'uns what's under the age of 18,
you're warned to stay away from this. If you still persist,
it's your own fault if you get busted.
Warnings: For anyone who is a member of Smutaholics Anonymous,
this will definitely not help you in your rehab. Then
again, I'd be highly curious as to why someone would want to
rehab anyway.
Archive: M_A, anyone else who wants it, take it, just
puh-leeze leave the name attached.
Summary: Elevators can be such cozy places to cuddle in when ya
get stuck in one. At least, that's how everybody's favorite
Jedi handle it.
Disclaimer: Y'know, the temptation to misuse these guys is just
awful, and I find I don't have any great amount of willpower
when it comes down to the sticking point. So, that being said,
I offer up my feeble apologies and prayers to the God-King of
Star Wars, one outrageously talented George Lucas, and hope to
whatever perverse comp imps are out there that no one minds me
playing with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, since they belong to him.
Author's note: I've been listening to way too much "Love
in an Elevator" by Aerosmith. This song inspired it. No quoting
lyrics - I hate doing that - but just so everyone knows, that's
where this perverted and playful idea came from.
Feedback: Y'know, I'm trying to come up with some smart-ass,
witty comment, and I seem to have bottomed (ha!) out for the
moment. If you want to, send it here: SilvarBelle@msn.com
"If we're so honored and respected around here, Master, then
why have they placed us at the end of the world?"
Qui-Gon glanced over at his apprentice. Obi-Wan was trudging
along next to him as they made their way through the palace of
the local governor of Desjoune, on the planet of Strebo. They
had gone straight from one mission in which they'd had to
escort a pampered aristocrat and then keep him from being
assassinated en route to his destination, to this new mission
of being witnesses to a pact renewal between two important
cities. It was tradition to have Jedi present for this
ceremony, and the Jedi Council figured their two favorite field
operatives could use the downtime, since there was very little
possibility of any sort of conflict arising.
Now Qui-Gon could see that Obi-Wan was trying to hide his
exhaustion and was faltering slightly in his shielding because
of it. He companionably slipped an arm around his Padawan's
shoulders in a subtle attempt to support him as he said, "The
Desjoune-Strebians are well aware that Jedi prefer calm and
peaceful environments, and so they are doing their utmost to
please and accommodate us. You might be a little more gracious
about their thoughtfulness to us, my Padawan."
Obi-Wan sighed. "Yes, Master, you're right, I am sorry. I seem
to be unusually cranky as of late."
Qui-Gon grinned at his young lover. "Could the fact that it has
been two weeks since we've made love have anything to do with
it, Obi-Wan?"
Blue-gray eyes glittered up at midnight blue ones. "Possibly,"
the younger man admitted playfully.
Chuckling softly, Qui-Gon gave his companion a friendly, if
somewhat leering, wink and said, "I'm not so old or tired that
I can't help relieve you of some of your crankiness tonight,
love."
"I really wish you'd stop with this 'old' business, Master,"
Obi-Wan said somewhat testily, even if he did soften it with a
smile. "You're not even into your second childhood yet."
"That is because, my imp, I haven't even left my first
one yet," Qui-Gon replied calmly, and grinned at him when
Obi-Wan laughed. They stopped before a wall and Qui-Gon reached
out and pressed a control panel. A doorway in the wall slid
back to reveal a plush elevator, colored in tasteful, soothing
tones that relaxed the two, tired Jedi just by looking at it.
Qui-Gon pulled his lover into the elevator with him and then
pressed the button for their floor, which was the tenth. Then
he and Obi-Wan simply leaned against the soft, padded walls of
the elevators and stared into space.
"You know," Obi-Wan began, "this is a really, very comfortable
elevator. If our rooms are anything like this, I'm going to
count myself blessed."
"Especially if the beds are as comfortable as this when I start
in on you tonight," Qui-Gon said with a tired smile.
"Master -" Obi-Wan said, ready to protest that Qui-Gon was
probably as tired as he was, when suddenly, the lights went out
and they stumbled to their knees as the elevator abruptly
stopped with a lurch.
The two Jedi froze where they were for a few moments, waiting
to see if the elevator would hold, and to get a sense of what
was wrong. Detecting no signs of foul-play, they carefully got
to their feet and then moved a little less stiffly when they
received the reassuring presence of stability beneath their
feet.
"I'll give you a boost up, Padawan, and you can crawl through
the top hatch and take a look to see where we are," Qui-Gon
said, positioning himself and cupping his hands for Obi-Wan to
step into.
Nodding, Obi-Wan shed his cloak quickly and then stepped into
Qui-Gon's hands. His weight braced by his master, the young
apprentice reached up and pushed the ceiling panel up and to
the side, then pulled himself up a little farther to look out.
They were trapped in the elevator shaft. The next floor opening
was about 100 yards up, testifying as to how large the palace
was. The emergency lights in the shaft were lit up, which only
came on if there was a power failure.
Qui-Gon, in the meantime, was making a perusal of his own.
Their positions placed Obi-Wan's groin directly in front of his
face. A slow grin shaped his lips as a truly wicked thought
occurred to him. 'I shouldn't do it. I really shouldn't.
He'll probably kill me for it later. But I must.' Leaning
his head forward, Qui-Gon pressed his very warm and slightly
damp lips to the front of Obi-Wan's trousers, between his legs.
Obi-Wan jerked as he felt heated lips pressed against his soft
flesh through his clothing, then hung on hard to the edges of
the hatch before he could lose his balance and fall. "Master!"
he hissed, twisting his hips lithely in an effort to pull away.
"Shouldn't we be concentrating on getting out of here? It's a
hundred-yard climb up the cables to the next floor opening.
There's been a power failure." Then he groaned as he felt
Qui-Gon scrape his teeth against his rapidly hardening cock,
still through his trousers.
Qui-Gon smiled against his apprentice and then reached up to
loosen the ties on the waistband. He skillfully tugged the
trousers down, shifting so they could puddle around Obi-Wan's
boots, then gave in to temptation and began running his tongue
over the head of Obi-Wan's cock, teasing the rim, then lower to
stroke the shaft. Above him, he could hear the younger man let
out a feral growl that trailed into a moan as he moved to take
the head into his mouth.
Just then, Qui-Gon's comlink beeped. Frowning slightly, he
sucked gently, then pulled away to pick up his comlink and
activate it. "Qui-Gon."
"Master Jinn!" came the worried voice of the majordomo of the
palace, a Samoru Delena if Qui-Gon recalled correctly. "There
has been a power failure throughout the entire palace. If I
might ask, where are you and your Padawan?"
"Greetings, Majordomo Delena," Qui-Gon replied, grinning as he
nuzzled Obi-Wan's cock gently with his bearded chin. He could
feel Obi-Wan's legs locking in his grip as the younger man
restrained his reaction. "My Padawan and I are trapped in the
elevator shaft, approximately 100 yards below -" he took a
quick glance at the floor indicator "-floor number eight."
"Oh, dear," Samoru muttered. Qui-Gon listened half-heartedly as
the majordomo obviously turned to speak with someone. His
attention was returned to licking and sucking on Obi-Wan's
throbbing cock and listening with pleasure to the younger man's
quiet moans. Qui-Gon continued to listen when Samoru began
speaking to him through the comlink again. "We are presently
working quickly to restore the power to every part of the
palace, Honored Jedi, but the palace is quite large, as I'm
sure you've noticed, and we must begin with the medical
facilities, which are farther away from you at the moment."
'The palace isn't the only large thing around here at the
moment, Majordomo,' Qui-Gon smirked silently, then released
his apprentice's wet, stiff, gleaming cock to reply into his
comlink, "We understand, Majordomo. No need to concern
yourself, we are unharmed, and the medical facilities do take
top priority."
"Ahhh . . . if I may ask, Honored Jedi, will you be able to
free yourselves relatively easily? We are all well aware of
Jedi skills and I wonder if rescue personnel are truly needed
by such amazing delegates such as yourselves," Samoru said, not
with a little amount of Jedi Worship in his tone.
Qui-Gon grinned and gently scraped his teeth from the base of
Obi-Wan's cock up to the head, delighting in the younger man's
deep groan of agonized pleasure. Then he said, "Actually,
Majordomo, my apprentice and I have just come from a rather
difficult and tiring mission, and so find ourselves resting
comfortably in our current predicament."
"Resting comfortably, like hell!" Obi-Wan's voice hissed down
through the hatch as he thrust his hips forward slightly, and
Qui-Gon restrained his impulse to laugh.
He continued to speak into the comlink. "If it is no problem to
you, we'd rather just sit here in the dark and meditate for a
bit and enjoy some relaxation while we wait for the power to
come back on-line. You may take all the time you need, as we
have plenty of air and are in no danger whatsoever."
"Don't make bets on that one, Master," Obi-Wan growled above
him, and Qui-Gon grinned wickedly in the dark. Quickly, too
quickly for Obi-Wan to really react, Qui-Gon engulfed the
younger man's cock in his mouth and stroked back and forth in a
fast, hard rhythm, sucking on him as he took the younger man
deep into his throat, then pulled back when he felt Obi-Wan
tensing up for release.
The Padawan's chosen verbal response to his ministrations
caused Qui-Gon to make a mental note to ask him just
where he had picked up language like that.
The majordomo was at once apologetic. "I'm so sorry, Honored
Jedi, we had no idea of your exhaustion. We regret imposing on
you so soon after a difficult mission, and -"
"Truly, Majordomo, it is all right. We are honored to be of
service of you, and we do not mind waiting in the least. We
have every faith that you will do your best to handle the
situation with ease," Qui-Gon said, gently interrupting the
court official. "For now, my Padawan and I shall relax and
meditate as we wait for the power to come back."
"Yes, Honored Jedi. If, at anytime, you require us, do not
hesitate to call," Samoru said quickly and reverently, and then
he cut the communications to give the Jedi the privacy they
required.
Qui-Gon replaced the comlink to his belt, and then he tenderly
nuzzled Obi-Wan's throbbing length before he murmured, "Brace
yourself, my love." When he'd felt his lover ready himself, he
let go of Obi-Wan, allowing the younger man to drop down into
his arms.
The faint light from the emergency beacons in the shaft barely
illuminated the interior. Qui-Gon didn't need sight to
recognize his lover's irritation with him. "Why, Obi-Wan, I was
trying to relieve you of your crankiness, not exacerbate it."
"Why do I not believe you, Qui-Gon?" came the sarcastic retort,
and then Obi-Wan's mouth was on his own and the two men
strained together as they ate hungrily at each other's mouths.
Qui-Gon reached down and took Obi-Wan's swollen length in his
hand, his growl of approval rumbling in his throat when Obi-Wan
moaned sharply and arched into his touch. He slowly, gently,
yet firmly stroked his lover until the younger man writhed in
his arms, tearing his mouth from his master's.
"No, Qui-Gon, please, not yet!" he gasped, pushing at his
master's shoulders.
"What is it you want, love?" he purred in Obi-Wan's ear,
nuzzling at it.
The younger man shuddered and then said, "I want to be inside
you. I need to."
"Then I shall give you what you need," Qui-Gon murmured, and
then stepped back, undoing his belts. He found Obi-Wan's hands
reaching to help him, but he stopped the younger man when
Obi-Wan would have removed his tunics. "No, Obi-Wan. I'm fairly
certain that the palace technicians will work frantically to
get everything running again quickly. We most likely do not
have enough time for full disrobing."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan breathed quietly, sensually, and Qui-Gon
shuddered to hear it. His Padawan's voice, murmuring that
phrase specifically, could always rattle his control, and he
knew Obi-Wan knew it. Then the ties to his trousers were
loosened and the clothing was tugged down. Qui-Gon dropped to
his knees and leaned forward. A moment later, he felt Obi-Wan
kneel behind him.
His cheeks were parted and he felt a warm, very wet finger
stroking the entrance to his body, teasing lightly and just
barely entering to retreat, then push deeper with the next
entry. Again and again this was repeated, until Qui-Gon was
writhing and fairly well lubricated. Finally, he hissed, "Now,
Obi-Wan. Now!"
"Oh, suddenly it's not alright to tease?" Obi-Wan's amused, if
heavily-desire inflected voice breathed in the dark, and
Qui-Gon growled. He heard Obi-Wan's breathless chuckle, and
then felt something hot and hard press against the entrance to
his body.
Slowly, carefully, Obi-Wan pressed inside him and slid home in
one fluid stroke, nudging against the prostate gland. Qui-Gon
shuddered hard and bucked up and back against his lover as his
hands clenched into fists.
Carefully, Obi-Wan began to move in and out, with steadily
increasing thrusts. In mere moments, he was pounding hard in
and out of his lover's receptive body, breathing hard as he
struggled to restrain his climax for a few more moments,
wanting, needing, Qui-Gon's own release to bring him off. He
reveled in the sounds of Qui-Gon's impassioned groans, and he
reached his hand down and around to grip his lover's engorged
cock, stroking in time to his thrusts.
Qui-Gon, as ready and aching as his Padawan after two weeks of
enforced celibacy, shuddered hard and lunged back into
Obi-Wan's thrusts and he bucked beneath the younger man,
throwing back his head as he let out a roar of satisfaction,
his cock pulsing and throbbing in Obi-Wan's grip as he spilled
his warm, wet seed over his lover's fingers in fierce staccato
bursts.
Obi-Wan shuddered hard himself and then he let out a strangled
howl and thrust hard, holding himself deep inside Qui-Gon, and
writhed helplessly as his cock twitched and erupted, emptying
himself into his beloved's body.
The two, sated Jedi slumped to the floor of the elevator,
panting hard as the struggled to regain their breath. They
could each feel the other's satisfaction and happiness through
their link and smiled in the dark.
Then they blinked and grimaced when the lights suddenly came
back on and the elevator began moving once again.
They scrambled to their feet and rearranged their clothing,
returning to their normal state of calm appearance just as they
arrived on the floor where their suite was located to be met by
the majordomo and a guard squad.
As they exited the elevator and walked with the majordomo
towards their suite, Qui-Gon caught the look in Obi-Wan's eyes
that clearly stated: I still owe you for that last stunt,
Master.
Qui-Gon hid his grin. There were times when, in a thoroughly
un-Jedi fashion, he enjoyed stirring Obi-Wan up into this level
of passion. Although, he'd never admit to it. He was not raised
to be a fool.
Already impatient for Obi-Wan's "payback" to commence, Qui-Gon
turned his attention to getting rid of the majordomo and his
entourage. After all, he wasn't getting any younger, and time,
as was said, was a-wasting.
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