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Disclaimer: Obi, Qui, the Jedi, and the Galaxy far far away are
all George's; Thian and the set up are Keelywolfe's; this POV
is mine. No money is made here.
Summary: Obi-Wan's take on the threeway sex scene in
Keelywolfe's "A Wicked Intention"
Notes: This will make little sense unless you've read Keely's
"An Invasion of Privacy" and , more importantly, its sequel "A
Wicked Intention." "Intention" was told mostly from Qui-Gon's
POV, but I had to wonder what Obi-Wan was thinking (and
feeling) during the amazing threeway sex scene. And, lo, Keely
gave me permission to play with her story. Hopefully that was a
good thing.
This is for Keelywolfe, with thanks for permission to play in
her sandbox.
A Wicked Padawan
By Ruth Gifford
(c) 1999
The minute Qui-Gon left our quarters, I quickly abandoned my
puzzle and headed toward the door. Peering out cautiously, I
watched as the familiar tall shape moved unhurriedly down the
hall. I smiled a little tightly at my Master's pace; you'd
think the man was going to a funeral instead of a hot and heavy
date with a handsome Padawan.
Careful, Kenobi, I told himself, or it will be your
funeral. I took one last look at Qui-Gon's back and then
moved down the hall in the opposite direction. A few flights of
back stairs, and one shimmy through the ventilator shaft, or
what we call the Padawan's Skylane, and I was landing cat quiet
in Thian's bedroom.
"Sith!" he snapped, jumping as I tapped his back. "Don't
do that to me Kenobi!"
"Thian . . ." I suddenly felt panic grip me; could I actually
go through with this? "I'm not sure . . ."
"Yes you are, Padawan Kenobi!" Thian snapped. "You've
put my ass on the line here, and anyway you're the one who
talked me into it. Now, the hand's been dealt, big boy." Thian
put one hand on his hip and looked at me with a sultry smile.
"You gonna play?"
Qui-Gon. To give myself to my Master, if only once, yes, I
would do it. I nodded sharply to Thian, the way I might nod
under silence on a mission. Thian responded by grabbing my arm
and dragging me into the master bedroom. As we moved, I
stripped off my under tunic, and once we reached the bed, I
pulled off my leggings. Thian grabbed the clothes and shoved
them out of the way.
"Where is he?"
"Just down the hall," I replied. "He's moving a little slowly."
"I don't know is that's a good thing or a bad thing." Thian
slapped my flank. "Hands and knees, hurry. I'd rather do this
while the lights are still on."
Seeing the bottle of thick oil in his hand, I scrambled onto my
hands and knees. I wasn't sure of Qui-Gon's seeming reluctance
was good or bad either. It had hurt more than I'd expected,
when I'd learned that my Master seemed to be more willing to
make love with someone else's Padawan rather than his own. And
my lover to boot. But that had to be denial, didn't it?
He wanted me, didn't think he could have me and so went for the
nearest thing. Or maybe, I told myself savagely, he just wants
a fuck that doesn't come from his own right hand.
Slippery fingers teased the entrance to my body and brought my
mind back to the task at hand. I shivered. Oh Force, but this
was erotic. It was like some sort of harem fantasy or
something; I was the boy of the evening being prepared for the
Master's lust. "Ohhhhh . . ." I heard myself moaning. Arching
my back like a cat, I pushed back against Thian's hand.
"Damn, Obi. Whatever you're thinking about, keep doing it. Just
a little more oil . . . I think that's enough."
"It has to be, he's at the door."
"Shit!" Thian hit the light switch plunging the bedroom and the
rest of his Master's quarters into darkness.
"He's hesitating." I whispered.
"None of that, Kenobi," Thian whispered back. "Don't you say a
word from here on out, and get your damn shields as tight as
you can."
Knowing that Thian could see me, I went down on my elbows and
put my face to the mattress, wiggling my ass at my lover. I
heard Thian's gasp, and then he was heading to the outer room.
I rolled over to the far side of the bed where it met the wall,
just as the door chime sounded. Hiding in the darkness and
behind strong shields, I listened impatiently to the murmuring
voices from the front room.
What? I thought, when no one came into the bedroom.
They're going to do it on the couch and leave me out?
But no, I could hear soft footsteps coming toward the bedroom.
"Is there any reason that you like your quarters to have no
light whatsoever?" It was my Master's voice, but I'd never
heard him talk like this. Qui-Gon' voice sounded lazy, slightly
languid, the voice of a man who is aroused. I could almost feel
the tension in the room increase as Thian and Qui-Gon walked
in.
Thian laughed softly, a sound I was already quite familiar
with. This was my friend aroused. Behind my shields, a faint
hint of jealousy flared and then vanished as I thought of my
earlier fantasy.
"Oh, I think it's kind of erotic, to learn someone by touch
before you learn them by sight."
I rolled my eyes in the darkness. Thian liked light, liked
seeing what he was doing and what was being done to him.
"Here, hold still." Thian again and there was the clink of a
belt and the rustling of cloth as Thian stripped Qui-Gon down.
I'll do that some day, I thought. In the light and
I'll take my own sweet time doing it.
The bed suddenly moved and from the way it shook, I knew it had
to be Qui-Gon. I had to bite my lip as laughter threatened.
Here we were, sharing yet another bed. But this time, he
wouldn't just say, "Goodnight Padawan," roll over, and fall
asleep.
Then another movement, Thian climbing into bed and there we all
were, like the beginning of a bad joke. Two Padawans and a
Master walk into a bar . . . I was relieved that my shields
seemed to be holding, for I was reaching that slightly
hysterical stage of nervousness where anything and everything
is funny.
And then I heard one of the most erotic sounds I've ever heard
in my life, a low groan of pleasure from my Master. Again the
jealousy, and again I reminded myself that I would have my
chance.
"Wow! I'm surprised you don't get a lot more propositions."
I'd said it earlier, and I'll say it again, Thian really should
be an actor. That was a scripted line to let me know that I
could join in the fun. We'd worked the whole thing out with the
intensity of a pair of generals planning a campaign. Right
about now, Thian would be going down on my Master and I could
touch Qui-Gon at last.
Bolstering my shields even more, I reached out and moved my
hands across his body, stroking the taut hard muscled stomach,
running my fingers through crisp silver dusted chest hair, and
finally, locating his nipples. He gasped and I started out
gently, and then was soon pinching them until they stood hard
and swollen.
He must have counted the hands by then, for he half sat up,
gasping a little, and my hand met Thian's as we stroked over
his body, gentling him as we might a wild animal. Forbidden to
invoke our link, I tried to put all the reassurance I could
into my caresses as I eased him back again. With very little
resistance, he allowed it, and drawing a quick breath of
eagerness, I bent my head over his chest. My mouth found one of
his nipples, and, remembering his response to my pinching, I
nibbled gently. It felt almost impossible to be there, with my
mouth on his skin, a nipple between my teeth and the unique
scent of him surrounding me.
I wanted more, and so I began to trail slow kisses down his
chest and stomach. I let my tongue linger briefly to dip into
his navel, and then he reached out and touched me. This was the
moment I'd feared, for if he hadn't known who I was before, he
might figure it out now.
His hand tentatively moved up my chest, and I let it, wishing
he'd take the time to stroke me more. But I could understand;
he was in a situation that had shaken him and he was looking
for information, not trying to pleasure me. His hand continued
to move until his fingers had found my Padawan braid, and I
decided he had enough information. I kicked Thian very gently
and nestled up to him against my Master's legs.
Thian moved aside and I bent my head to lick, slowly and
luxuriantly, the tip of Qui-Gon's cock, tasting him for the
first time. Then, I relaxed my jaw and my throat and slowly,
licking him as I did, I took all of him inside my mouth, the
tight curls brushing my nose. I was glad I'd had plenty of
practice as I almost released him, then slid my mouth back down
over that cock. I'd know that he was large, but I'd never see
him erect before. I felt a certain smug satisfaction as his
hands moved down to twine in my hair, and I held my head still.
If my Master wanted to fuck my mouth, I would happily let him.
It seemed he did, but he was careful with it, as if he knew he
could hurt me. Somewhere along the line, I'd let him know that
I could take it harder than this, but now was not the time for
that. Thian and I had plans that did not include Qui-Gon coming
in my mouth.
I almost rebelled against those plans when we rolled him over
and let him take my mouth from above for a time. Oh we would do
this, I told myself. Someday, I'd lie on my back and let him
fuck my mouth for as long as he wanted to.
But now, something held him back, Thian I suppose. I sneaked
one last kiss to the slick tip of his cock and then moved into
a different position. As I moved, I kept brushing against my
Master's over heated skin, and it made me feel better to know
that I wasn't the only one here ready to explode.
Once on my knees, my head resting on my elbows, my Master
didn't really need anymore encouragement. A large hand slid
slowly down my back, making my spine tingle, before it moved
further down and I had to stifle a moan of pleasure. When he
toyed with me, one blunt finger sliding around my slick
opening, I arched backwards, giving him no doubt as to what I
was there for.
Thian must have been encouraging him because he didn't waste
any time. I felt the thick blunt head of his cock against me,
and relaxed myself while taking a deep breath. And then he
leaned forward, moving into me, and I let the breath out in
relief. No pain, only that delicious burn I'd felt many times
before, but never from him.
He held still then and I realized he was afraid of hurting me.
Well, time to show him I wasn't made of glass, so I pushed back
quickly, urgently. I could feel him probing me then and I was
terrified for a moment, but he was merely scanning my body to
make sure I was in no pain. Once assured of that, he moved all
the way inside me, opening me, stretching me, filling me more
than anyone else every had. I seemed like forever and yet I was
disappointed when I felt him resting against my ass, totally
buried inside me.
I could feel the pleasure and relief rolling off him in waves,
ad realized how long it had been since he'd allowed himself to
abandon the role of Jedi Master and allowed his body to take
what it wanted and needed.
"Don't move," I heard Thian whisper, his voice sounding loud in
the dark silence we'd made for ourselves. Even as he spoke, I
had to move slightly, bracing myself for what was coming. My
Master gasped, and moved forward before catching himself and
becoming still again.
I felt a hard slap against my flank, and buried my head into
the mattress, biting my lip. I don't like a lot of pain, but a
slap now and then could get my attention and Thian knew it,
damn him. "That means you too," he said. I let out a very faint
chuckle, and remained as still as Qui-Gon was.
The bed moved a little as Thian shifted, and I buried another
swift surge of jealousy. As much as I loved having my Master
inside me, I had dreamed of being inside him as well. Forcing
myself not to think of that, I focused on the thick heat within
me that sent tendrils of warmth moving through my whole body.
I could feel Qui-Gon tense up behind me, as Thian entered him.
A faint hint of pain drew my attention, and I realized it had
been a long time for him. To distract him from the discomfort,
I rocked back and then forward slightly, feeling a faint brush
of air across my back as he sighed.
"There, that's it, just relax, Force you're so tight," Thian
soothed and I had to wonder if my lover wasn't trying
deliberately to make me jealous.
"Don't move, not yet. Just...just a second now," Thian's voice
was a little more ragged now, and I smiled as I shifted down
even lower on my elbows. Together, my fellow Padawan and I
moved my Master's hands until they rested on the bed next to my
shoulder. Force, I was surrounded by him; the big, long, rangy
body of my dreams wrapped around me and buried inside me.
"There! Now, just enjoy the ride."
I knew what that was a signal for and I rocked forward on my
elbows, almost whimpering as both our motions caused my Master
to withdraw from me. But then, I was pushing back again, taking
the hard hot length of him inside me. It took a few tries, but
Thian and I soon established a steady rhythm. Somehow, knowing
that he felt what I felt, that he was being filled as I was,
had ceased making me jealous and merely served to arouse me
further.
I could feel Qui-Gon's hands clench desperately in the sheets
as a particularly hard thrust from Thian shoved him deep inside
me. My own vow to remain silent was quickly broken as I started
to moan and cry out, my voice hoarse from my desperate hunger
to come.
Then I felt my Master moving, tearing one hand away from the
sheets and fumbling past my hip. When he grabbed onto my cock,
I couldn't help crying out loudly, my voice shaky at the pure
pleasure of being touched. Breaking the rhythm, I shoved back
hard, driving my Master as deeply into me as possible.
Any pleasure I'd know with friends paled compared to this
joining. We all flung our ecstasy out into the Force, each of
us feeling the waves of arousal and need pouring off the other
two. I was shaking, and I could feel both of them, as if we'd
become one entity, bound together by the pure pleasure that
moved all around us.
Strangely enough, it was my Master who gave in first, gathering
me even closer and pouring himself into me, even as his ecstasy
swept through the Force and covered me. I could feel Thian
driving in harder, pulling closer and I did the same, grinding
my ass against my Master, as his hand tightened on my cock.
That did it for me. I lost everything and screamed, thrashing
and writhing as my orgasm slammed into me, over me, around me,
just as my Master was in me, over, and around me. I could feel
the remains of his release and then Thian howled and it was
almost like a second orgasm, his pleasure covering both Qui-Gon
and myself.
At some point, my Master collapsed on top of me. My knees gave
out at almost the same time, dropping the three of us to the
bed. We lay there for a long time, my body not even protesting
the lack of air. I could have happily suffocated then and
there, but my Master managed to roll slightly, removing his
weight and Thian's off me and I drew a deep breath. The rolled
even more, leaving Thian curled up behind my Master, and my
Master curled up behind me.
Waves of exhaustion rolled off all of us and I snuggled back
into the warm body behind me. Strong arms lazily wrapped
themselves around me, and, as I surrendered to the need for
sleep, I felt a light kiss pressed to the top of my head. Faint
tears gathered under my eyelids, but I was too tired even to
cry for love and happiness.
My final thought, as I drifted off to sleep was that this
deception had been worth any consequences. Of course Qui-Gon,
my Master, would feel the same way.
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