Obi-Wan had just finished showering. Their escapades on the
cake had him exhausted. The warm water helped some, but he
still needed rest. He snuggled in his favorite warm robe across
the bed.
He yawned, stretched out. "Did you ever finish cleaning up that
stuff?"
Qui-Gon flopped heavily on the cushioned chair in the corner of
the bedroom. He likewise looked weary, tangled mane everywhere.
"Finally. It seemed like such a good idea at the time. Actually
it was. But I never considered the task of cleaning cake
and icing out of a rug, especially that much."
Obi-Wan plumped a pillow, resting his head on it. "See what
happens when you don't think?"
Blue eyes glowed low. "I had other things on my mind. Now come
here, sit on my lap."
"No. You look as if you need sleep, too."
Qui-Gon rubbed his eyes. "Maybe I do" he came across the room,
sidling alongside Obi-Wan on the bed. Long arms wrapped around.
"Hmm" soft smile. "You make a good warmer, Obi. Better than a
blanket."
"Those sleep pants are thin" Obi-Wan observed lazily. "You need
to wear something heavier. I can feel you shivering."
Qui-Gon held him tightly. The short beard tickled. "Well if you
warm me I won't shiver."
"Hold still a minute" Obi-Wan wrapped a blanket over the broad
shoulders. "Better?"
The blue eyes darkened, sleepy. "Much. I want kisses now. And
something else."
Green eyes glowed. "Again with that, Qui-Gon? Your eyes are
barely open. Go to sleep already!"
He was already out.
Obi-Wan felt funny. He dreamed he was swimming underwater with
his skin weighted down. But everything was warm, and tasted
good.
What goes here?
Blearily, he opened his eyes. His lips had a sweet flavor.
"Huhh" drowsy. He ran his tongue along the taste. Honey.
Honey...
His eyes snapped open suddenly. It was Qui-Gon, smothering the
thick liquid onto his skin. It felt good, actually. And warm.
"Good evening, Obi. I wanted my dessert since we fell asleep
earlier" hands spread honey over his chest.
Obi-Wan stared up at him. "You already had dessert. Remember
the cake?"
Qui-Gon sucked a honey coated nipple. "I'm greedy. I want
seconds."
"Uugh! So I see..."
Qui-Gon picked up a large jar, pouring gobs of the golden honey
over every inch of Obi-Wans' skin. He was soon gleaming with
the sweet liquid. The big hands continued to massage between
the legs, over chest and stomach. He rolled Obi-Wan over,
gooking the plump behind with honey, teasing it into the
crevice. The lush globes were slick and shining.
Obi-Wan moaned softly, arching on the bed. "Where...did you get
all that honey?"
Qui-Gon licked the sweetness between the cheeks. "Nmpf. Did you
forget so soon? It was supposed to go with the cake" hot lips
suckled the lush ass.
Obi-Wan felt a stabbing ache as the hot tongue lapped honey
from his balls. "Wondered...what you were gonna do with it" he
groaned.
"This" Qui-Gon scooped a handful over the golden cock, rubbing
it into the head.
"Oh!" Obi-Wan jerked. "Well..."
"And this" wet lips plunged down as the glop rolled down the
shaft.
Obi-Wan squirmed. "Ugh. Let me up."
Qui-Gon sucked the tip. Hard. //You already ARE up.//
"Okay" Obi-Wan gasped, reaching for the honey jar. "I warned
you!"
Tilting the jar up, he poured the goo over Qui-Gons' head. It
didn't even slow him down.
In fact he picked up speed, face shining with thick wetness.
Obi-Wan bounced up, hands slippery and sliding through the
saturated mane of hair plastered on the broad back. Pricks of
pleasure tickled his cock, even as he felt himself drain. A
stab of sweet fire raced to the tip.
"QUI-GON!!"
Too late. Out of control he spurted everywhere, hips jerking
wildly. Thick cream slopped out of the full mouth, even as it
sought to capture every drop.
Qui-Gon smacked hungrily when he finished. "Hmm. Tasty. Want
more" he licked the heaving chest slick with honey.
"Pervert" Obi-Wan sighed, falling back. He felt fantastic.
Qui-Gon wiped his eyes, honey sticking them together. "There's
plenty left, Obi. And I still need you."
Obi-Wan looked down at the rigid erection. "Poor thing. And
what am I to do about it, hmm?"
Qui-Gon licked his lips. You know what to do" he said roughly.
He grabbed Obi-Wans' hand, placing it over his cock.
Smiling devilishly, Obi-Wan stroked and pulled it. Qui-Gon
twitched, rolling against him.
"Gagh! Do something, quick!"
He did. Obi-Wan pushed Qui-Gon back onto the mattress. He
poured the warm honey over the big body, starting with the
face. Qui-Gon opened wide, catching a stream of honey on his
tongue.
He continued to pour, moving down the throat and onto the broad
chest. The thick liquid plastered the dusting of hair into
wispy curls. He lifted the muscled arms, pouring more into the
armpits, sucking loudly. Cat licks across the collarbone,
taunting bronze nipples. They poked.
"Ghods!" Qui-Gon heaved.
More honey slavered onto the clenching stomach, over the thatch
at the groin. Obi-Wan massaged honey into it, then kissed the
thick shaft, slopping the golden liquid over the heavy sacs. He
suckled those as well, lifting and pinching them.
/Tasty enough to pop./
Qui-Gon bounced. "You're killing me!" he grabbed at the spiky
head. Obi-Wan laughed gently, concentrating on the thick thighs
and coating them with honey as well. Hot tongue lapped
voraciously, nipping and sucking towards the bends in the
knees. Honey covered fingers teased the puckered hole,
stretching it.
Qui-Gon swore, hissing through his teeth in pleasure. His hips
ground wildly into the mattress.
The glop was plastered all over them both now. They were
ridiculously sticky, muscled bodies shining like glass from the
viscid fluid. Flesh slapped loudly as they slipped and slid
together, licking and suckling. Qui-Gon rolled Obi-Wan over on
his back, lifting a leg and tasting his foot, curling tongue
over the arch. More honey, slick licks under the heel. Obi-Wan
squirmed in delight. The jade eyes smouldered.
/Oh, that tickles. Yes!/ he stiffened a second time. His cock
bobbed.
Qui-Gon lifted the other leg, slabbing the sweet goo over both
of Obi-Wans' feet at once, holding them together and smacking
the toes hungrily.
Obi-Wan stroked himself as Qui-Gon lapped his feet. Hips
rolling and eyes slitted, he groaned in pleasure.
Qui-Gon watched him as he tongue lashed, blue eyes lit with
lust. The lush body of Obi-Wan shone with wet slickness. /Want
to feel you.../
Qui-Gon licked the full calves. His own tight erection stood
stiffly away from his body. Obi-Wan panted, lips parted. He
teased his nipples in an erotic display. Qui-Gon nearly blew at
the sight.
He threw the wet legs open suddenly. //Wench!//
Obi-Wan sucked two honey coated fingers, pumping them in his
mouth. Red lashes fanned over hot eyes. /So do something about
it./
Qui-Gon gobbed the rest of the honey on his hands, slobbing it
over the hot crotch, gooking down between the cheeks. Slicked
fingers poked into the wet hole, pressing honey inside.
"GAAAA!!" Obi-Wan grimaced in delight, hips lifting off the
bed.
Qui-Gon probed and tickled with one hand, holding the bouncing
hips down with a forearm. Obi-Wans' stiff cock bobbled wildly
in the air.
"Ha..hurry!!" he shouted. "Going to come..." pearly drips eased
from the tip.
"Me...too" Qui-Gon groaned, flipping him over. Too late. He
shot all over the plump cheeks, hot streams of white thickness
splattering across Obi-Wans' back, spilling down his crevice.
Obi-Wan couldn't wait either. Hips ground thrashed into the
mattress, heaving as orgasm ripped through him.
Qui-Gon collapsed on his back. They were literally stuck
together from honey.
Obi-Wan sighed dreamily, the warm weight covering him like a
blanket. He couldn't move.
Neither could Qui-Gon, who couldn't even gain strength enough
to talk. He lay quietly atop his lover, arms sprawled out.
//Oh...oh, Obi.// he touched his loves' mind.
/Yes...I am here. Always./
Silence for a bit. Slowly Qui-Gon rolled off. Obi-Wan eased out
from underneath, propping himself up on an elbow. They were
both glistening.
Obi-Wan smiled softly. "Jackrabbit. And this bed is a mess."
Qui-Gon nuzzled, quirking a smile. "Hotpot. Your own fault for
being so damned sexy. Driving me wild like that."
Moist lips suckled the thick neck. /Guess we've got another
cleanup job on our hands./
Qui-Gon arched back, sighing. //At this rate we'll have to
redecorate.//
The two lovers stripped the bed, throwing sheets and blankets
into the 'fresher' unit. Obi-Wan pulled Qui-Gon into another
embrace.
"Let's take a hot shower. We're all sticky."
Qui-Gon eyed the lush body again, roaming his sight low. "I
like sticky. And shiny. And wet."
"Still a pervert" Obi-Wan gave him a saucy grin. He pulled
Qui-Gon by the tail of gooky hair, leading him to the bathroom.
"I am your slave" Qui-Gon said meekly. Obi-Wan laughed.
"Now that's ridiculous!"
Minutes later they were lathered down, hot streams of water
cleansing away their activity.
Qui-Gon tilted his head back, water raining down the curtain of
hair. Obi-Wan combed it with his fingers, squeezing out the
suds. He kissed the broad shoulders as water cascaded over them
both.
Strong hands stroked over hard bodies. They embraced again,
slow kissing under the shower head.
Qui-Gon felt himself stiffen. A heavy cock bounced against
Obi-Wans' belly.
/Not again. Will I ever get any sleep?/ Green eyes glowed.
Qui-Gon reached between them, gripping a swollen shaft. Obi-Wan
bucked against him.
"What's this, then?" he groaned against the spiky head.
"Problems, lover?"
"Gahh! Let go" Obi-Wan squirmed. He clutched the muscled ass,
pulling Qui-Gon close.
"Going to" Qui-Gon grunted, turning him around. He pressed
Obi-Wan face first against the tiled wall.
Qui-Gon licked the back of his neck, nipping the supple
shoulders. Obi-Wan moaned as long fingers slipped up his ass
into the hot opening.
"Qui-Gon!!" he bucked back over the probing hand. His balls
went tight at the intrusion.
"Obi...can't hold it. Sith!!" he snatched his fingers
out.
"Ghods!!" Obi-Wan cried out as something much larger plumbed
him from behind. Wetness ran down his legs.
Qui-Gon had barely thrust twice before he began to spurt.
Strong hips picked up speed as he reached around Obi-Wan,
tweaking and twisting the plush nipples. Thick thighs quivered
against the bouncy behind.
Obi-Wan arched high, humping hard as Qui-Gon held him tightly.
They were both gone seconds later.
Obi-Wan shrieked, shattering and firing thick streams against
the wall. Qui-Gon collapsed against him, hips jerking as gooey
heat burst free, oozing down. They gasped, trembling as the
shower spray continued to rinse over them.
Qui-Gon was nearly out on his feet. His thighs felt weak as he
struggled for control.
"Force, I'm destroyed" he panted. "You're too much."
Obi-Wan leaned against the shower stall, arms sprawled out.
"I'm...gonna crawl to the guest room."
They stumbled out of the shower, blotting themselves dry.
Obi-Wan staggered to the guest room and collapsed on the bed.
Qui-Gon crawled down the hallway. Obi-Wan laughed at him.
"What are you laughing at!" Qui-Gon was annoyed.
Green eyes sparked. "You. Finally run out of gas?"
Qui-Gon glowered at him on his knees. "And everything else. I'm
glad you're getting such a kick out of it."
"I am" Obi-Wan slid under the covers. "Can you make it? Or do
you want me to help" he giggled.
"You're real funny" Qui-Gon scrambled up on the mattress. He
flopped down, damp hair trailing on the bed.
"Get under the covers or you'll catch a cold" Obi-Wan told him.
"Can barely move" Qui-Gon grunted, rolling on his side. Obi-Wan
smiled, helping him under the covers.
They snuggled. "Better?" Green eyes were bright.
The blue eyes sparkled. "You're fantastic, you know that?
Beautiful."
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