Movie Madness

by Mali Wane ( maliwane@yahoo.com )

Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no

My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali

Category: PWP

Rating: NC17

Spoilers: None

Pairing: Q/O

Summary: In a dark movie theater, Obi-Wan gives Qui-Gon a masturbation challenge.

Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.

Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.

Author's Notes: Inspired by May being the Merry Month of Masturbation.

"I fail to understand your fascination with wanting to view a holovid with a group of strangers, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said as he followed the younger man into the cool, dark holotheater. "Particularly as we could easily download the same thing and watch it in the privacy of our quarters, at our leisure."

With an exaggerated sigh, Obi rolled his eyes, deciding against trying to explain, once again, the attraction of viewing a holovid amidst a group of strangers. Especially since he could not tell his Master the true reason for bringing him here, at least, not yet.

"If nothing else, the chairs are quite comfortable," Qui-Gon reflected as he sat down on the plush, oversized seat.

"Just try to enjoy yourself, Master," Obi-Wan said as he settled in his own chair. "I know I will."

"Thank you for getting me away from the Temple tonight, Padawan," he said quietly, leaning close to the young man. "Regardless of the activity, time alone with you is always time well spent."

Raising the armrest between them, Obi-Wan slid over, allowing Qui-Gon to put his arm around him, pulling him close. Looking down at his smiling Padawan, he couldn't resist leaning in to taste the soft, sweet lips that beckoned him. [I do love you, Qui-Gon] Obi-Wan sent through their bond as he snuggled deeper into his lifemate's arms.

[As I do you, my love] Qui-Gon answered, tenderly kissing his Padawan. Obi-Wan reached up to gently stroke his Master's face, basking in the love coming from the older man.

The music began, signaling the beginning of the holovid, and after a final, lingering kiss, they turned their attention to the large screen.

"You never did tell me what this holovid was about, Padawan," Qui-Gon whispered to his young companion.

"You'll just have to have patience, my Master," teased Obi-Wan. "But I don't think you will have long to wait."

And he didn't. Obi-Wan felt his Master's surprise at what he was seeing on the screen.

"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon whispered in surprise. "Is this what I think it is?"

Unable to hide his grin, Obi-Wan nodded. "It's called a skin-flick, Master."

"I know very well what it's called, Padawan," the older man said a bit sternly. "I just can't believe you brought us here."

Instantly turning serious, Obi-Wan whispered, "I apologize, Qui-Gon. I didn't think about how you might feel. We can leave if you wish."

"You didn't offend me, my love," Qui-Gon said softly. "It just caught me by surprise for a moment. There's no need for you to apologize, nor do I feel uncomfortable with staying to watch it with you. Indeed, we might learn something."

Feeling relieved, Obi-Wan chuckled. "I think there is very little you need to learn in THAT department. You certainly have never heard me complain."

"Ah, but you did have a reason for bringing us here?"

"Well," the young man began, breaking into a wicked grin, "I did have an agenda, other than just watching the holovid."

"That doesn't surprise me, my Obi-Wan. Life with you has certainly never been boring. Now, would you care to share the details of your agenda, or must I wait to see what you have planned?"

"I thought it might be interesting to play a game, Master. If you are willing, that is," he whispered huskily. Qui-Gon shivered slightly at the sound, and with some amusement, noted that a certain part of his body was already beginning to show some willingness to participate in whatever his inventive lover had planned.

"And what kind of game did you have in mind?" Qui-Gon whispered as he allowed tendrils of his growing desire to flow through their bond. Obi-Wan had just glanced up at the writhing bodies on the large screen when Qui-Gon's hunger touched his mind, and the young man gasped at the dual sensations that threatened to overwhelm him.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing back his own arousal. After a moment, he felt ready to proceed. "I offer a challenge to you, my Master. A test of control, if you will."

"And what would I win, my Padawan?" he teased in a soft whisper.

"You are far too confident, Master," Obi-Wan chuckled. "Especially since you have not heard the rest of the challenge."

"I'm listening," Qui-Gon said, more than just a little intrigued at the young man's challenge.

"The object of the challenge is to watch the holovid while masturbating, to see who can hold out the longest."

Just the idea of masturbating in public with his lover was enough to make Qui-Gon fully aroused. Leaning closer, he brushed his lips lightly over the young man's ear. "And again I ask you, what will be my prize?"

"The loser becomes the winner's pleasure slave for one standard week," Obi-Wan murmured as his Master continued to nuzzle his ear.

"And you would be willing to completely submit yourself to me?" Qui-Gon asked, already knowing the answer.

"More importantly, my Master, would you be willing to completely submit yourself to me?"

"Should it become necessary," Qui-Gon breathed, surprised at how erotic the thought of being his Padawan's submissive was, "I think you will find I can be a very gracious loser."

"Then you accept the challenge?" Obi-Wan asked turning to look at his Master.

In answer, Qui-Gon reached down and fumbled with his leggings a moment before releasing his impressive erection, his eyes never leaving those of the younger man's. Smiling broadly, Obi-Wan quickly followed suit, grunting when the cool air kissed his already aching organ.

Dropping his gaze to Qui-Gon's lap, Obi-Wan sucked in his breath at the sight. In the flickering light from the holovid, he could see his Master's large phallus jutting up and out, a small drop of fluid glistening at the tip, beckoning him. It took an effort to restrain himself from leaning down and tasting his Master's essence, and an even greater effort to finally drag his eyes away, back up to his lover's face.

"And now?" Qui-Gon asked, arching an eyebrow.

"We watch the holovid, Master," Obi-Wan said as he turned is attention to the screen, his own organ beginning to throb with need. "Oh, and one more thing," he said, not looking at the other man, "you can't use the Force to cheat."

"I don't know what you mean, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said in feigned innocence.

"You know exactly what I mean, Qui-Gon," the young man said with a grin. "No sending me erotic thoughts or pictures through our bond and no clamping down on your arousal with the Force."

"You obviously don't know me as well as you think you do, young Padawan. I am quite certain I can win this challenge without any help from the Force."

"Oh, I know you well, old Master," he teased. "Which is why I had to make the rules very clear."

Obi-Wan could feel Qui-Gon's amusement through their bond, as well as the deep love and devotion he had for his Apprentice. "If you accept my terms then let the challenge begin," Obi-Wan said as he settled himself closer to the large, warm body next to him and begin gently fisting his aching erection.

"Your terms are acceptable," the older man answered, turning his head to watch the holovid as his hand wrapped around his own penis.

The plot of the holovid, such as it was, involved a gorgeous young Jedi Apprentice with an insatiable appetite for both Jedi Knights and Masters, either individually, or in groups. The fact that the actor playing the young Padawan bore a striking resemblance to his own Obi-Wan was not lost on the Jedi Master, leaving him little doubt that the choosing of this particular holovid had been anything but accidental.

Currently, the young Padawan was on his hands and knees on a low table, bound in leather and ropes, and was being sexually tortured by two extremely well endowed Masters. One Master had the young man's braid wrapped tightly around his fist and was shoving himself rhythmically into the Apprentice's mouth. The other Master had moved behind the bound man and was eagerly thrusting his cock into the willing body beneath his.

Eyes locked on the screen, both men were nonetheless completely aware of the other's level of arousal as their desire for one another moved easily back and forth across their bond.

Risking a glance at his Padawan, Qui-Gon bit back a moan as he saw the younger man swirling his thumb over the leaking slit of his twitching penis with one hand, while the other gently massaged a nipple hidden under his tunics. Qui-Gon's own nipples hardened painfully at the thought of how those long, slender fingers would feel if they were touching him instead. Tearing his eyes away from the incredibly erotic vision of his Apprentice pleasuring himself, he looked back at the screen just as the man being orally pleasured pulled his large cock from the bound man's mouth and with an animal cry, sprayed his seed all over the Padawan's face.

The other Master was gripping the slender hips of the writhing young man as he pistoned in and out, groaning loudly with each thrust. His mouth liberated, the Padawan gave voice to his need, the sounds of his frantic begging filling the holotheater.

"Harder! Yes! Yes! Harder! Faster! Oh Force, Yes!" he screamed as he arched back to meet each demanding thrust. And then, "Master! So good! Yes, Master," wailed the young man, and Qui-Gon knew he was in trouble as he realized he was fisting his throbbing organ in time to the movements on the screen. With a groan he forced himself to slow down and just when he thought he had gained some control, the Master on the screen stiffened, his hands gouging deeply into the creamy hips of the man beneath him. Then with a loud roar, his eyes glazed over and his body began to spasm as he pumped his release into the younger man. Qui-Gon could never remember being more aroused and it took every ounce of his control to stop himself from falling over the edge.

Obi-Wan was not managing much better than his Master, and was grateful indeed that he'd had the foresight to pleasure himself just before they left their quarters, or the contest would have been over. What surprised him was that it was not the images on the screen that had him so intensely aroused, though they were certainly stimulating. He was nearly being driven insane by the heat of his Master's desire for him, which was surging through their bond in great waves, threatening to consume him.

The young man was painfully aware of what it was costing Qui-Gon to fight for control, and he was nearly tempted to succumb to his own orgasm, barely held at bay, just to ease his lover's torment.

The bound man on the screen was being turned over and forced to lie on his back and one of the Masters was undoing the leather cock sleeve that had prevented the young man's orgasm. Purple and swollen, the long thick cock was leaking copious amounts of fluid, and the Padawan was whimpering with need. A few minor adjustments were made to the ropes and soon the young man's knees were drawn up to his chest and spread outwards, exposing him completely.

The Jedi that had found his pleasure in the young man's mouth moved between the bound thighs, guiding his once again fully erect penis into the waiting opening. The Padawan moaned as he was filled completely by one long stroke. The other Master climbed atop the young man and straddled his hips, and then began lowering himself, inch by careful inch, onto the huge twitching penis that arched up to meet him.

Qui-Gon no longer cared about the challenge or whether he won or lost as he groaned loudly, his hand moving quickly up and down his hard penis as he watched the trio on the screen. His mind flashed images of him sliding his hard length into the tight heat of his Padawan's body and with startling clarity, could remember exactly how it felt to take and be taken by the love of his life. With a loud groan, his body began to convulse as an incredible orgasm shook him to the core.

Obi-Wan body began to buck, his own climax triggered by the emotions coming from the other man. Biting his lips fiercely to keep from crying out, he felt his balls tighten almost painfully and then he was spurting his seed over his hand and onto his lap.

After a few moments when both men had their breathing a bit more under control, Obi-Wan turned to look into the loving eyes of his Master. "You lost," he whispered hoarsely, reaching up to gently slide his palm against his beloved Master's face.

Nuzzling against the soft touch, Qui-Gon smiled. "But either way, I won," he said in a voice filled with promise.

Fini