Archive: M_A, SWAL, whoever else wants it - just ask first
Archive Date: March 11, 2000
Category: humorish, not much plot. (does that count as a category, really?)
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns the fun stuff. I own a Power Mac G3 and a
pair of combat boots.
Feedback: is encouraging. (And now that I know the proper etiquette, I'll
even write back to say thanks! A smack on the head for myself, and
chocolate Jedi to anyone I neglected.)
Notes: This story is dedicated to my favorite pedantic Englishman.
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: NC-17
Series: Maybe. Sequel to "Trade".
Spoilers: Nah. Obi-Wan's about 20.
Summary: Jedi training is comprehensive, and has many uses.
Qui-Gon stepped into his apprentice's bedroom. "Obi-Wan , I -" What in the name of the Force was he... oh. Oh. Damn. I didn't know you could really...
Obi-Wan was sitting on his bed, naked, with his legs spread apart, bent double, with his head... in a place Qui-Gon had never imagined it would be. Not that he objected.
Obi-Wan uncurled himself at the sound of his Master's voice, tossing his head back and smiling. "There's this thing called knocking, Master."
"Yes, well, I... was expecting you to be studying, or something."
"I was. Remember those flexibility exercises I was teaching to the first-level Padawans' class? I was just wondering how else they could be applied, and.."
"And you just thought you might like to try your hand at auto-fellatio."
"Is that what it's called?"
"Mmm." Qui-Gon nodded.
"Well, it did seem like an interesting idea..." Obi-Wan looked down at his now-flaccid penis, and then stole a glimpse of his Master. "At least it had an effect on someone."
"Hmm?" Qui-Gon rearranged his tunics and developed a sudden fascination with Obi-Wan's collection of tiny crystal animals.
"Bant gives them to me."
"Hmm?"
"The figurines."
"Oh. Er...yes. Was just noticing them now. Cute."
"So you came in here to look at my figurines while I'm naked?"
"Your what? Oh. Mmm. Nice, those."
"The ones on the shelf, or..."
"Hmm?"
"Master..." Obi-Wan's voice turned silky. "I think you're trying to avoid something." He stood up and slipped behind his Master, sliding his arms around his waist. "You're being a..." He slowly ran his hands up the taller man's thighs, cupping his not-so-well-hidden erection. "...tease."
"Obi-Wan...." A growl.
"Master, it's not like this is entirely unprecedented. We did spend last night..."
"I'm well aware of what we spent last night doing."
"Second thoughts?"
Qui-Gon spun around and took hold of Obi-Wan's wrists. "Not a one." A grin slowly materialized on his face. "Now, I believe you were in the middle of something?"
"Master?"
"Back on the bed, Obi-Wan. I want to see just how much flexibility you can demonstrate."
Obi-Wan flopped back onto the bed. "You.... you...."
"Sit up, Padawan, and begin the demonstration." Qui-Gon sat down in the desk chair, facing the bed.
"Very well, Master." Obi-Wan arranged himself on the bed at the most convenient viewing angle, slowly and carefully folding himself in half.
"Impressive control."
"Mmpgh?" Obi-Wan asked from around his cock.
"Never mind, Padawan. Continue." I wonder why I didn't think of this exercise earlier. He looks so beautiful like this...
Obi-Wan's entire body convulsed with his orgasm. He swallowed every last drop, then slowly uncurled his body and smiled decadently up at his Master. "Well?"
Qui-Gon stood, with some difficulty. "Well...it won't make it into the standard training course anytime soon, but it's an excellent application of the principles."
Obi-Wan groaned exaggeratedly. "Master...you know that's not what I meant!"
"I know. It's time for dinner, Obi-Wan. Some of us haven't eaten yet." And with that, Qui-Gon grinned and exited the room, leaving his hapless Padawan guessing yet again.