Theme and Timbre: Precipitato

by RavenD (ravendreams@earthlink.net)

Archive: master_apprentice, anyone else, pls. ask

Author's web page: http://www.ravenswing.com/ravendreams/

Category: PWP

Series: Part of the "Theme and Timbre" Series

Rating: NC-17

Warnings None

Spoilers: none

Summary: Obi-Wan is late. Qui-Gon is... not.

Notes: Thanks to Velma for the beta and the term. It's not sex in a lift, but it's still sex, hon. ;)

Feedback: Waited for with bated breath.

Disclaimers: Lucas owns it all. I don't have enough money to pay attention.

Precipitato - Rushed.

Warm lips teased him awake and Obi-Wan smiled. A nip against his neck and a slow slide of tongue across a sensitive collarbone caused Obi-Wan to arch into the nude body covering him. He groaned as their erections bumped, shivers running up his spine.

Then the comm-unit buzzed.

Obi-Wan remembered what day it was. He sat up with a jerk, knocking his chin against Qui-Gon's forehead. The Jedi master rolled over with a groan, rubbing an eyebrow as his padawan scrambled up.

"Obi-Wan?"

Running to the 'fresher, Obi-Wan called out, "Overslept. Presentation. Big deal. Group's gonna kill me. No time." He splashed water on his face and ran a comb through his hair. He straightened up his braid and arched into the hot lips fastened on his neck. A strong hand slowly pumped his...

"Master! Stop it! I'm late!"

Sliding out from between the cold sink and Qui-Gon's warm body, Obi-Wan headed to the bedroom. Qui-Gon leaned against the doorframe, watching.

Obi-Wan threw on his undertunics.

Qui-Gon watched.

He bent down to slip on his leggings, jerking them up when he heard his name.

His master was standing there, slowly stroking his own erection, hips rocking. Another long, low groan slipped from between those lips -- a groan that Obi-Wan could feel vibrating in his own hard cock.

A plea, desperate and wild. "Master!"

"Padawan." A response, growled deep.

"Please?"

Qui-Gon stepped away from the door, moving into the room. "I want to fuck you, Obi-Wan. Now."

Obi-Wan shuddered, seduced by the heat in those slitted eyes, and nodded. Before he finished his next breath, he was on the bed, pants discarded, feeling his master on him, in him.

Grasping an earlobe between his teeth as Qui-Gon thrust frenetically, Obi-Wan hissed, "Oh, Force! Hurry!"

The End