Punishment

by Leandra (nuttersincorporated@hotmail.com)

Rating: PG-13 errr... wait no... make it R (for language)
Category: Q/O
Distribution: M_A and nutters inc., elsewhere ask
Disclaimer: Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi belong to Master George. The challenge line belongs to whoever wrote "Shallow Grave". The dirty words belong to James Joyce or - if you wish so - his wife Nora. The data pad belonged to Qui-Gon Jinn. We assure that no technical device was damaged during the making of this fic.
Feedback: highly appreciated :-)

This is a very short fic, actually a challenge by Raina. The challenge line was: "You know, every letter this guy writes you is the same. They all begin with true love and descend into open pornography." (Alex in "Shallow Grave")

"Force, every letter this guy writes is the same. They all begin with true love and descend into open pornography!" Obi-Wan exclaimed loudly and shook his head. He was lying on the couch in the quarters he shared with Qui-Gon Jinn and held a data pad in his lap.

"Put that down," Qui-Gon barked and strode from the bathroom, clad in nothing more than a towel, his nude body still glistering with moisture.

"Oh come on, Master. Just hear this. It's hilarious: I dream of your thighs, the touch of your white skin leading me in desire, while I'm aroused and inflamed. Aroused and inflamed!"

"Give it to me!" Qui-Gon said and launched for his apprentice, who giggled and struggled to keep the data pad.

"Nooo! I want to read that!"

"Don't threaten me, Padawan."

"Ohhh nooo!" Obi-Wan dissolved in a fit of giggles when Qui-Gon tickled his ribs.

"Stop! OH please stop!" he laughed, while tears started to spill out of his eyes, provoked by the onslaught of the dancing fingers on his ribs searching for his most sensitive spots.

"Give..me ..back...the..data..pad!" Qui-Gon growled, accentuating each word with a tickle to Obi-Wan's ribs.

The young man squirmed and tried desperately to wiggle his way out of reach of Qui-Gon's attack. Qui-Gon pinned him down by pressing a knee on Obi-Wan's chest, then caught one free arm and held it firmly. Obi-Wan was holding out the datapad with his left hand, trying to keep Qui-Gon from grabbing it by waving his hand around frantically.

Qui-Gon was grinning too now, and while Obi-Wan desperately tried to stop giggling, he was pleased to see that Qui-Gon actually was enjoying that playful fight. One seldom had the chance to see one's own Master enjoying himself with silly behaviour.

"You...don't get it..back, unless..." Obi-Wan managed to press out through gritted teeth, but was interrupted by his own wail, when the knee on his chest pressed down without mercy. He wanted to give Qui-Gon a dirty look for actually hurting him in their struggle over the pad when he noticed that the towel slung around Qui-Gon's waist had fallen open, revealing smooth strong thighs. He gasped for air, partly because of the erotic onslaught on his senses, partly because there was no air left in his lungs. In the process he lost his grasp on the pad. Qui-Gon reached out for it in the same instant. Despite their united effort their fingers missed the pad that went crashing to the floor with a noise that clearly indicated that important parts of the pad were damaged beyond repair. Instead of his precious pad, Qui-Gon found himself clutching the even more precious fingers of his apprentice.

Neither Qui-Gon nor Obi-Wan gave the destroyed pad a second thought. Qui-Gon was too occupied staring at their intertwined fingers, while Obi-Wan was busy swallowing the sudden lump in his throat and pretending that the uncomfortable tightness in his groin had nothing to do with the closeness of his Master practically sitting in his lap in a state of undress.

Slowly Qui-Gon ripped his gaze from where his hand was still holding Obi-Wan's and looked down at the flushed face of his apprentice.

"That data pad was brand new," he growled and leaned forward until his face was merely inches from Obi-Wan's. Obi-Wan shivered in response to the warm wash of breath over his face as Qui-Gon exhaled.

"I'm terribly sorry, Master." Obi-Wan whispered, but he didn't really mean it.

"I'm sure you are..." Qui-Gon said, inching even closer until his nose touched Obi-Wan's. Obi-Wan swallowed again and tried to keep his breathing even. If he leaned forward just a bit...

"I think I have to punish you for ruining my data pad."

"P...Punish?!" Obi-Wan whispered, nearly inaudible, way beyond forming an intelligible sentence. He winced at the weakness of his own voice. He had to work on his serenity, he had to learn how to...

But then Qui-Gon's mouth was on his and every thought he had tried to follow was ripped from his mind. Qui-Gon's lips were soft and warm on his and while he was sure his body functions had gone into catatonic shock, Obi-Wan was acutely aware of his growing arousal. When Qui-Gon withdrew, he drew in a deep shuddering breath.

With satisfaction (and just a tiny bit of a smug grin) Qui-Gon noticed the wide eyes of his apprentice.

"Was that punishment enough?"

"P...Punishment?!" Obi-Wan choked and cursed himself inwardly for his inability to form a coherent sentence in the aftermath what had been a very chaste kiss.

"Do you think you have to be punished a little more?" Qui-Gon asked, almost purring and untangled his fingers from Obi-Wan's by now bruising grip to tug on the Padawan braid resting on Obi-Wan's chest.

His apprentice nodded fiercely with sudden enthusiasm and blushed. "Oh yesss!" he hissed, "punishment. I need to be punished more, so I will never forget that I shouldn't dig around in your personal..."

"I agree." Qui-Gon interrupted him once more, then leaned in to capture the lips of his Padawan once more.

Qui-Gon made his way to the fresher and stopped in the doorframe to watch his apprentice towel his upper body thoroughly. He admired the view for a second, then stepped forward to take over the task.

Obi-Wan leaned back into the larger frame of the man behind him and gave over to the sensation of being cared for.

"You know, every letter this guy writes me begins with true love and descends into open pornography," Qui-Gon suddenly stated with just the hint of amusement in his voice.

A frustrated groan descended Obi-Wan's throat. "He is still writing you letters? I think I have to talk with him. What did he write this time?"

"My love for you allows me to pray to the spirit of eternal beauty and tenderness mirrored in your eyes or fling you down under me on that belly of yours and fuck you up ***" Qui-Gon recited.

A smile crossed Obi-Wan's face but his voice was serious when he asked: "Don't you think he has a great grasp on words? What's the name of this guy again? I think I rather have to congratulate him on the choice of words."

"He never signs... But I think I know his name. His name is Ben. And yes, I think he has a rather intriguing choice of words. " Qui-Gon said, grinning, and placed a kiss on Obi-Wan's neck.

FIN

*** ... James Joyce (yeah, this was actually a total crossover...)