After reading and enjoying the 'jedi watching other jedi sleep'
fics, I tried my hand at writing one. It had sadly predictable
results. Here they are.
Archive: Master_Apprentice
Category: Humor/Parody
Rating: PG (?)
Summary: After a night of bliss, our two lovers awake to face
the dawn. Sigh.
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Qui-Gon rolled onto his side languidly. His eyes slowly opened
and his body trembled with the anticipation of seeing his new
lover. Blinking slightly as the morning sun streaming through
the window touched his face, Qui-Gon gazed longingly upon the
body of the man lying next to him. Memories of the previous
night flooded the jedi's mind. His senses still reeled thinking
about their first exploration of passion. He recalled Obi-Wan's
declaration of desire and their wild, abandoned session of love
making.
His thoughts were interrupted briefly as a tremor rumbled
through the room, shaking the bed. He steadied himself on the
mattress as the quake subsided. Qui-Gon returned his mind to
his bed partner, looking down at his youthful features. He
watched Obi-Wan's back, his skin tightening over well-formed
muscles as his lungs began to fill. Once again the roaring hum
shook their quarters as Obi-Wan let out yet another raucous
snore. Ignoring the obnoxious sound, Qui-Gon reached over to
stroke the pale shoulder of his apprentice. Gently, he pulled
on Obi-Wan's arm, rolling him over onto his back.
Stifling a small gasp, Qui-Gon returned to his loving
observation of his padawan. He directed his scrutiny to
Obi-Wan's wide, full lips. The mouth that had only hours before
worked the greatest of pleasures upon Qui-Gon was now hanging
open slackly. A generous stream of drool was cascading out the
corner of Obi-Wan's lips and inching down his jaw line to form
a pool on the pillow beneath him. Qui-Gon watched in fascinated
horror as with the next loud snore, ad drool string launched
itself from Obi-Wan's lip and fluttered in the air stream
bearing the nasal thunder. Qui-Gon's intentions of securing a
good morning kiss were further repressed by the deposits of
crusted drool which had calcified into crystalline white flakes
at the corners of Obi-Wan's lips.
Turning instead to focus upon his lover's eyes, Qui-Gon forgot
the drool and instead concentrated on the delicate lashes
framing Obi-Wan's sleeping orbs. He was able to mentally block
out the painful acoustics of Obi-Wan's snores and by gripping
the sheets just right, he found he could withstand their
resulting earth tremors. It was a smaller, quieter noise that
caused him to worry. The sound of a tiny "poof" like the pop of
an airlock door make its way to his sensitive ears. The
following smell informed Qui-Gon that his supposition as to the
origin of the sound was entirely correct. Drawing in a gasping
breath, the jedi threw his hand to his nose and mouth,
desperately attempting to protect himself from the power of
Obi-Wan's nocturnal emission. Breathing shallowly, he tested
the air. Finding the fart had decided to continue its journey
out of the room, Qui-Gon returned to his romantic contemplation
of his true love.
Perhaps feeling Qui-Gon's gaze upon him, Obi-Wan awakened and
rolled on his side toward his master. Sluggishly, he partially
opened his eyes. Instinctively, the young man smacked his lips
together, causing Qui-Gon to duck as a droplet of drool sailed
passed his left cheek. The older man's vision roamed over
Obi-Wan's face possessively. "Good Morning," he whispered
lowly. Obi-Wan's right eye swiveled in his direction. His left,
unable to lift its heavy lid into even the half-wakefullness
that its partner had managed, continued to stare upwards into
the top of Obi-Wan's skull. The padawan's head tiredly jerked
towards the sound of Qui-Gon's voice. It continued to bobble
there as Obi-Wan attempted to maneuver his slack jaw into a
reply. The entire left side of his face appeared to be affected
by the same lack of motor control that had stricken his eye.
Apparently, that side of Obi-Wan's head was still sleeping,
Qui-Gon reasoned. The jedi master held up one hand to block
that portion of his vision, focusing instead on the side of
Obi-Wan's face that was regarding him lovingly. Obi-Wan's
crusty lips cracked into a lopsided smile.
"Good Morning," he said seductively. Qui-Gon's eyes began to
water as the wave of breath broke over his nostrils. A greenish
color rose through the jedi's skin as he inhaled what must
surely have been the stench of a dead taun-taun. Wiping away
the tears that had begun to stream down his cheeks, Qui-Gon
smiled fondly at his apprentice. Both of the young man's eyes
had now rolled back up into his head as though the supreme
effort of speaking had drained him so utterly as to send him
back into a state of half-sleep. Qui-Gon's gaze moved down
Obi-Wan's smooth white neck and over his strong, broad
shoulder. It lingered over the muscles of his tight biceps that
were currently moving the young man's arm behind his back.
Slowly, Obi-Wan reached behind himself. Qui-Gon watched as,
with a suction-like noise, Obi-Wan unconsciously pulled his
underwear out of the crack in his ass. He continued to watch as
the same arm inched over Obi-Wan's hip to rest near his groin.
Qui-Gon licked his flushed lips as his eyes followed the
progress of Obi-Wan's hand as it instinctively dipped beneath
the covers. A quick look to the padawan's face reassured
Qui-Gon that Obi-Wan had again fallen into the arms of
Morpheus. The bulging outline of Obi-Wan's hand marked its path
towards the area between sleeping man's legs. Fascinated,
Qui-Gon's breath began to quicken as he watched. He stared at
Obi-Wan's leg as it rose slightly, allowing the young man's
nimble fingers to work their way towards his most sensitive
spots. Suddenly, his hand began to jerk back and forth making a
raspy scratching sound. A contented noise rumbled from
Obi-Wan's throat as he continued to itch his crotch.
Qui-Gon couldn't hold back the disgusted sigh of
disappointment that broke from his lip. "Aww," he whined. The
pouting jedi's pathetic wail was loud enough to rouse even the
sleep-sated Obi-Wan, who was able, this second time, to manage
the opening of both eyes. Qui-Gon looked down at his beautiful
apprentice, yellow balls of sleep dangling off his eyelashes
and greasy hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. Pulling his
hand out from between his legs, Obi-Wan passed the back of it
under his nose wiping away most of the snot that had rested
there. The young man looked up at Qui-Gon past heavy lids and
pursed his lips in a kissing gesture. Qui-Gon sighed. "I love
you, Obi-Wan," he stated matter-of-factly, and leaned in for
his kiss, bracing himself for the taste of dead taun-taun.
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