Archive: master_apprentice, anywhere else I've already said yes
to, and anyone else just ask and I'll say yes.
Pairing: O/O, funnily enough. O/Q in fantasy land, though.
Genre: Humour/Parody.
Spoilers: none.
Rated: NC-17
Feedback: You know I want it!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Nuff said.
Summary: Obi-Wan lusts after his Master in the way young, horny
Jedi do best!
Note: 'Jelly' in Australian is 'Jello' in American. Hopefully
that explains it for everyone else too!
Obi-Wan lay silently in the room he shared with his Master,
listening intently for any sounds that Qui-Gon was still awake.
After a few moments he relaxed slightly, wishing, not for the
first time, that the Jedi temple at night would not be so darn
quiet, still, and One With The Force. He wanted desperately to
masturbate, and managing that without making a noise was
driving him crazy.
//Ok, ok// he thought, making sure his mind was completely
blocked from that of his Master, //all I have to do is make the
pretend turning-over noise so I can get my trousers around my
ankles. Ok...//
He breathed out and at the same time kicked the blanket around
enough to push his pants smoothly below his knees. He then
added a few extra little tosses and turns on a smaller scale so
as not to raise suspicion that the first major move was
anything out of the normal for a sleeping Padawan.
//Ok, going well. Just a few moments of silence and then I'll
get my knees up and the blanket up high enough around my neck
so it won't noisily rub against my right arm//
He counted a few more seconds and then attempted his second
false move for the night, adding a few light snoring sounds as
he was, by this stage in his life, up to the Advanced Course In
Stealth Masturbation Tactics.
Qui-Gon turned over in his sleep and Obi-Wan froze.
//Why do I have to share a room with him?// Obi-Wan thought,
not for the first time. //Why?//
Granted, Qui-Gon, Jedi Master Extraordinaire, was the object of
his lust, but managing to express the lust while having to hide
under the blankets brought its own toll on him. With his Master
in a bed just a few feet from his own, he couldn't masturbate
with the blankets down, or even with them levitating a foot
above his bed, incase Qui-Gon looked over and saw. Having a
Master who slept like the dead didn't help either. Total and
utter silence, pretty much.
//Good practice// Obi-Wan sighed, trying to see the bright side
of the matter. //Jedi must learn to act in silence if
necessary//
He slowly brought his right hand silently to his groin, letting
it rest there a moment in case some microscopic,
force-sensitive noise had alerted his Master to the sound of
the deliberate movement. He added a light snorty snore and then
curled his fingers around his cock.
//Yes!// he announced to himself, proudly. //Stage One
complete!//
"Padawan?"
Water suddenly exposed to minus two hundred degree temperatures
could not have frozen as efficiently as Obi-Wan.
//Don't panic// the Padawan thought. //It might not be
related//
Luckily, as an Intermediate Level graduate, he knew that to
answer straight away would be to admit he wasn't asleep all
along and therefore that would cancel out all his carefully
executed sleep noises. He instead opted to use a Disturbed
Sleep tactic. He carefully breathed a little deeper, rustled
the sheets a little and perfectly Stirred In His Sleep.
"Padawan, are you awake?" Qui-Gon whispered gently.
"Mm?" Obi-Wan mumbled, using just the appropriate level of
slurred, slightly confused intonation in the sound. He added a
few more sheet rustlings for good measure.
"Sorry to wake you, Obi-Wan," continued Qui-Gon, "but did you
remember to hand in those urgent diplomatic reports to Master
Yoda?"
"Wha'?" Obi-Wan croaked through his apparent sleepiness. He
took advantage of his ability to justifiably move around a bit
and perfect his appropriate masturbation position. "Which
reports, Master?" he mumbled. "Everything we deal with seems to
involve diplomatic reports. Got to be more specific."
"Sorry, Padawan," said Qui-Gon. "The L'arh ones. It's just that
you didn't mention if you managed to deliver them to Yoda on
time."
"Sorry, Master," apologized Obi-Wan, taking a deep breath.
"Yes, Master, I did bring them to Yoda," he replied. "Is that
all?"
"Yes, Padawan. Sorry to disturb you."
"'s fine," mumbled Obi-Wan and pretended to turn over and go
back to sleep.
A few minutes passed as he let the silence build him a cover,
though his mind was anything but still.
//"Disturb me"? "Sorry to disturb me"?!// He threw the phrase
around in his head a few times, wondering exactly what Qui-Gon
had meant by that. //Did he know I was up to something, or did
he just mean "Sorry to disturb your sleep"?// He took a mental
deep breath. //Don't be silly, Obi-Wan. He would have meant the
latter one//
He wasn't entirely convinced but decided as long as he was
extra careful he might as well continue with his original plan.
His hand already around his cock, he tested the movement he
would be doing a fair bit of in the near future, to see if it
caused any noisy sheet rustling. He drew his hand up the length
of his cock, and then back down. No noise. Good. He was back to
square one again with the Going To Sleep noises though, after
Qui-Gon's interruption.
//Ok, I'll get those over and done with before starting// he
thought, and let out a Deep Breath, doubling it with a Basic
Sheet Rustle. A few moments later, he added a Light Snore.
//Good, good, take it slowly, Obi-Wan// He executed a perfect
Snort, Sheet Kicked, Basic Pillow Bashed, and let out a Final
Low Breath, before he officially could be counted as asleep.
//Ok, now down to business//
He searched his mind for his chosen scenario for the night. He
always ended up using the same theme, but it never hurt to be
at least open to variation. Closing his eyes, he let the vision
flow through his mind. An alternative universe, where Padawans
were chosen based not only on skill but also on physical
appearance. A place where sex dominated everything. A place
where his Master trained, used, and punished him with a firm
hand. A place where jelly wrestling would be fun.
//What?//
Jelly wrestling. Obi-Wan considered the idea. Usually his
fantasies were a little more...intense and deep than that, but
it looked like his mind wanted a break from all the hardcore
masochistic practices he'd been favouring recently.
//Well, mind// thought Obi-Wan to himself. //You thought of it,
so show me how it's done//
He took a deep breath and let his mind have its way...
"Master!!!" screamed a hysterically giggling young Padawan, his
bare feet slipping and sliding on the wet floor. "Stop it,
Master!!" Barely able to run as the laughter was cramping his
stomach, Obi-Wan, naked and excitable, tripped over and slid
head first into his destination: the Olympic size pool of green
jelly.
"You should really just accept that I always get what I want,
Padawan," came a voice from the door to the huge room.
Obi-Wan struggled to the surface and fought to find a hold on
the side of the pool. He grinned at his Master.
"When you said you wanted me naked and covered in jelly, I
thought you meant on a smaller scale, Master," he commented,
eyes twinkling cheekily. He reached one arm up to his hair and
pushed the sticky green-coated strands out of his eyes. "And
why have I never heard of this room before, anyway?"
Qui-Gon smiled, hitched his robes up slightly, and squatted
down by the side of the pool. Reaching one hand down to his
Padawan, he drew one long finger down a patch of jelly sliding
down Obi-Wan's cheek and then brought it up to his own mouth,
sucking it slowly. Removing the finger from his mouth, he
reached down and stroked his Padawan's hair. "Because Padawan's
are only allowed to know about it when they reach a mature
enough age-"
"I suspect," Obi-Wan interjected, with a grin, "that you are
trying to convey the thought that Masters like to be in sexual
relationships with their Padawans first, so they don't have to
think of an excuse as to why frolicking naked in a pool of
jelly is an appropriate, and above all, innocent part of the
Academy's course."
"You're entitled to believe that if you want, Padawan," replied
Qui-Gon smoothly, idly letting his fingers slide down to trace
paths on Obi-Wan's lips. "Especially considering it's true."
Obi-Wan smirked, and with one swift movement, reached up and
grabbed hold of his Master's tunic and pulled him down off the
edge and into the pool of jelly. Laughing loudly, he waited
while Qui-Gon righted himself and started wiping large chunks
of green slime off his face.
"Sorry, Master," commented Obi-Wan, with amusement. "I just
thought you'd look better in the pool." Qui-Gon shot him
a look of disapproval. "Just let me grab a towel," added the
Padawan, and started pushing himself up over the edge of the
pool. Qui-Gon made a grab for his Padawan, pulling him back
down into the jelly and twining his long arms around Obi-Wan's
waist from behind to hold him still.
"I don't think so, Padawan," he growled throatily in the young
man's ear. "Time to learn some respect for your Master."
Obi-Wan's hand, which had until that stage been gently stroking
up and down the length of his cock as he lay silently in his
bed, now began to increase its speed; his fingers tightening
their grip ever so slightly as his breathing became deeper.
Qui-Gon stirred in his sleep.
Quickly Obi-Wan forced his breathing to become more silent, and
made a mental note to keep an eye on that factor. After all, he
did manage to pass Intermediate Stealth Breathing, so he knew
he could do it.
The Qui-Gon of his dreams grimaced as he looked down at his
ruined robes. Using his body strength, he pushed his Padawan
against the edge of the pool and held him there with the weight
of his torso. He then began efficiently stripping his clothes
off and throwing the sticky material far away from them both.
Finally, he was left as naked as his Padawan, who was
concentrating on saving his breath as his lungs were being
squashed as he was held bent over the concrete edge of the
pool.
"You must take responsibility for your actions, Padawan,"
Qui-Gon said, as he slowly drew his hands down Obi-Wan's arms
and curled his fingers around the young man's wrists, holding
them down on the surface in front of them both. Using his right
foot, he firmly planted it between Obi-Wan's legs and pushed
them apart. The young Padawan drew in a deep breath as he felt
his Master's growing erection push lightly against him as the
Jedi positioned himself. Qui-Gon smiled with satisfaction as he
noted that lack of lube wouldn't halt his progress as the jelly
was doing the required job. Without warning, he thrust himself
deep within Obi-Wan, the side of his mouth twisting up in an
amused smirk as he heard a sharp intake of breath moaned loud.
Obi-Wan's hand sped up to full speed and he felt his wrist
start to hurt from the effort. Concentrating a small part of
his mind, he dissolved the pain and let his thoughts slip back
into his fantasies.
Qui-Gon thrust harder into his Padawan, increasing his speed to
match Obi-Wan's rising lust. Bringing Obi-Wan nearer and nearer
to orgasm as he held him fast against the side of the pool,
Qui-Gon dipped his head over the bare skin below him and licked
one long path up the jelly covering Obi-Wan's tense back,
rolling his tongue up the exposed neck and down in a streak
over a flushed cheek.
Obi-Wan, his hand moving at Jedi-enhanced speed, felt the stabs
of fire race through his body as the pressure of orgasm came
upon him. Bracing his legs hard against the mattress beneath
him to stop the impending convulsions from shaking the bed too
much, he imagined Qui-Gon's final, deep thrust into him, and
the feel of his Master coming and knowing he was responsible
for bringing the release. The feeling was too much and he came
hard. Barely a millionth of a second later, he engaged his Jedi
abilities and caught the cum before it hit the underside of the
sheet.
//Yes!!// he screamed silently to himself, both in reaction to
his fantasy and the fact he had successfully completed an
Advanced Cum Catch. Quickly, he reached his left hand up and
cupped it under the frozen cum and let his mind release it so
it would drop into his palm. Taking a deep breath, he let
himself undertake a Bed Rustle for some preliminary sleeping
noises for this stage. Reaching down to the tissue he had
pre-positioned next to his bed, he quickly cleaned both his
hands, threw the tissue under his bed and returned his hands
back under the blankets, while only making two noises: the Long
Turn-Over and the Deep-Breathing Snort. Exhaling his first real
loud breath for the night, he gently let his body relax into
the mattress and drifted into a satisfied sleep.
The sun shone lightly through the window as Obi-Wan wearily
opened his eyes to greet the new morning. Turning his head to
the side he noticed his Master had already departed for the
day, and smiled at the indulgence Qui-Gon had allowed him to
sleep in. Rising out of bed, he performed his morning routines
and was ready to attend his first class for the morning.
Gathering his books, he left the room and set the lock behind
him.
"Done well, you have, young Padawan," praised Yoda, from the
shadows of the hallway.
Obi-Wan blushed and froze in his tracks.
"'nks" he mumbled by way of a reply, and bowing his head he ran
as fast as his legs would carry him, down the corridor.
A few moments later, Mace Windu stepped out from behind a
nearby pillar.
"You are going to go to the Dark Side, one day, Yoda," he
commented with a slightly scolding tone of voice. "Making up a
class on Masturbation just so you can perv on the more
attractive of your students is not really appropriate,
now, is it?"
Yoda just tapped his walking stick on the Jedi Master's ankle.
"Too young to understand, you are," he said. "Not for me, this
was done. For the love of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, it was for.
Realise it, they must. Already convinced, Obi-Wan is. Helping,
the lessons are."
Mace bowed his head in shame.
"I'm sorry, Master Yoda, for questioning your motives. I didn't
realise you had a plan."
"Humbled, you should be, Mace," replied Yoda, shaking his head
sadly. "Your room, you must got to. Meditate, you must. Now."
Mace took his leave, and finally only Yoda was left in the
corridor. The Jedi Master centred his mind, and a few moments
later the door to Obi-Wan's room opened and a small video
recorder came floating out of the room. Yoda let it float into
his hand and he looked into the viewer after pressing the
playback button. He stared a few moments at the image of
Obi-Wan playing with himself.
"Yesss..." muttered the little Jedi Master with a grin. "Much
fun alone, I will have now!"
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