Author's Webpage: http://www.jbx.com/~gila/sw.html
Category: PWP
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: NC-17 for use of the word "hippolaitus"
Summary: a silly bit of PWP nonsense. Well, not entirely
nonsense... ok, no, I lie. Entirely nonsense. They have sex, though.
Obi-Wan sighed in relief as he finally made it back to his rooms at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. He was exhausted -- training with the other students all day was wonderful and he loved testing his skills against others of his own skill level, but it made for extremely weary bones come evening. Fortunately, he knew he could get a meal tray brought to him, and all he had to do for the rest of the evening was lie on his bed and read.
He wasn't necessarily reading for pleasure, but studying obscure texts gave him an excuse to rest and the treatise he had selected had been somewhat interesting when he'd begun it last night. Besides which, the knowledge one picked up from such readings sometimes did come in handy.
Granted you never knew beforehand what bit of information would be useful....
Obi-Wan yawned and rubbed a hand over his head, shaking the last drops of water from his freshly-washed hair. He wondered if he would make it through the entire treatise before falling asleep with his nose on the "scroll forward" button. He began reading, letting his mind relax along with his body.
Sometime later, the door opened and his Master came into the room. Obi-Wan smiled in greeting -- a smile which widened as he saw the tray in Qui-Gon's hands. "You brought food!"
He was up off the bed and standing beside his Master in an instant, reaching for the tray and wondering where he should set it down.
Qui-Gon gave him a flat look. "What makes you think this is for you?" he asked mildly.
Obi-Wan looked up at him, face falling instantly and easily into his best "because you love me" expression. However, he said in a reasonable tone, "Because there are two plates?"
Qui-Gon maintained his stern expression for a second more before smiling. "Perhaps you could clear off the table?"
Obi-Wan took the tray from Qui-Gon's hands and sat cross-legged on the floor. He set the tray down and picked up his fork and plate, then glanced up at his Master. "Table?"
Qui-Gon gave a sigh of mock-defeat and came over to join him. Obi-Wan grinned as his Master muttered about being too old to sit on the floor, then proceeded to ignore him in favour of dinner.
They ate in silence, long familiarity stealing the need for conversation when the need for food was greater. Soon Obi-Wan set his empty plate down and sighed happily. "We should take Master Larson to cook for us on our missions."
"I believe the Temple Masters would have something to say about that," Qui-Gon said with amusement.
"We could tell them...." Obi-Wan trailed off as he tried to think of a reason to convince the other Jedi to allow them to steal their best cook.
"Anything you could say, they've heard before," Qui-Gon added a moment later.
Obi-Wan laughed. "I'm sure you're right, Master." He gave the dishes a glance, decided they could find their own way back to the kitchens or else wait for the morning, and climbed back to his feet. He took the few steps back to the bed and fell onto it, taking up his reader again.
It was only a few paragraphs later that he realised he was being stared at. He glanced over. "Yes, Master?" Qui-Gon was looking at him steadily; as Obi-Wan lay there, Qui-Gon crawled over towards the bed. Obi-Wan groaned. "Not now, please?" Still, he couldn't help grinning at the sight.
Qui-Gon reached the edge of the bed and placed his lips very gently on Obi-Wan's arm. "I have been in meetings all day. Thinking of you through them all."
"I imagine the other Masters appreciated that. Assuming you were broadcasting as usual...." Obi-Wan waited while Qui-Gon untangled his fingers from the reader and began kissing them. "Master," he began. Qui-Gon just 'hmmed?' and glanced up, continuing his exploration of Obi-Wan's hand. "I am tired," he told his Master apologetically.
"All right," Qui-Gon replied. He continued kissing his way up Obi-Wan's arm.
Obi-Wan glanced at his reader -- he had been enjoying it, a history of the Guigerai Triumverate, a planetary government which was almost a tiny, mirror-image of the Republic. But his arm was tingling. "Master," he tried again.
Qui-Gon pushed his sleeve up and continued towards his elbow. The goosebumps that were appearing didn't seem to care how tired he was. Obi-Wan let his head fall onto the pillow -- and discovered with a loud beep that there was still a reader lying there. He raised his head long enough to shove it out of the way, ignoring Qui-Gon's chuckle. He laid his head back down, shifted his arm so Qui-Gon could reach as high up as he wished, and said again, "I am too tired."
"You needn't move," Qui-Gon told him.
"Good." Obi-Wan closed his eyes. "I am exhausted. I've been sparring all afternoon, and all morning I was corralling four-year-olds. I missed lunch. And besides all of that, someone woke me an hour early so he could make love."
Another kiss on his biceps, and then the kisses stopped. Obi-Wan opened one eye, saw the difficulty, and rolled onto his side. Qui-Gon began opening Obi-Wan's shirt. "Then I should let you sleep, is that it?" Qui-Gon asked as he exposed Obi-Wan's shoulder and resumed his kisses.
Obi-Wan shivered. "Yesssss," he said. He closed his eyes and let his head fall.
BEEP
"Damn!" He raised his head, flipped the reader off the bed, then settled himself back down. He saw Qui-Gon trying to hold back his laughter. Obi-Wan held up his arm.
Qui-Gon took it, kissed him, then asked, "If you're really tired, I can wait."
Obi-Wan looked at his Master doubtfully. "You're not saying that so you can give me those big, pleading, eyes are you?"
"Of course not!" Qui-Gon looked affronted. Again Obi-Wan could see the suppressed laughter.
Obi-Wan gave his Master his best pleading expression, complete with his own big, pleading eyes, and leant over to rest his head on Qui-Gon's arm. "Because I really am tired. I'm not sure I could stay awake to enjoy anything, much less reciprocate."
Qui-Gon ran a hand through Obi-Wan's hair, and Obi-Wan found himself unable to keep his eyes open. His entire body began relaxing, and had he the energy, he would have snuggled closer to that hand.
"Then I can amuse myself?"
The tone made Obi-Wan open his eyes again. "Excuse me?" Qui-Gon looked back innocently. Obi-Wan groaned and pushed himself towards his Master who caught him as he went past the edge of the bed. Obi-Wan gleefully latched onto him, closing his eyes again and snuggling in.
There was a moment of silence.
"Obi-Wan?"
"Mm-hmmm?" he replied.
"Obi-Wan," he said again, somewhat more firmly. Obi-Wan snuggled in deeper.
"Mm?" he replied again. He waited a moment, growing more sleepy as he lay there in Qui-Gon's arms, held close enough to feel his Master's breath on his cheek.
"Sleep, then," his Master said softly, brushing a soft kiss against his cheek.
Obi-Wan grinned. "You coming, too?" he asked, without moving from Qui-Gon's arms.
"Soon, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon's voice was a whisper in his ear.
Obi-Wan remained there a moment, then opened his eyes and pulled himself back to the bed. He levitated his reader off the floor and into his hands. He felt Qui-Gon staring at him but didn't dare look over for fear of laughing.
There was silence.
"Obi-Wan?"
"Yes, Master?"
There was no further question from Qui-Gon, so after a moment Obi-Wan looked over to find his Master watching him in astonishment. "Well I'm not too tired to read... if I fall asleep now, after I just ate, I'll feel awful in the morning."
Obi-Wan did not see where the pillow came from that struck him in the head. He ignored it from long practise and went back to reading. He heard Qui-Gon move away but did not look over. He found where he had left off reading, and resumed.
Something soft hit his head again, but he didn't flinch. Jedi training allowed him to withstand all sorts of attacks.
The historical treatise was getting interesting again, dissecting the ways in which judgements were carried back and forth from the capital in pre-technological times, when something large and soft hit his head and wrapped around it.
Unable to see the reader, he used the Force to remove his Master's cloak, folded it somewhat neatly, and set it down on a chair.
Finesse -- more Jedi training.
He had just found the spot he'd left, when another something soft landed on his back. This time he glanced over at his undressing Master. "I am not a wardrobe," he said sternly.
Qui-Gon looked back blandly.
Obi-Wan continued frowning, then gave in with a sigh. "I thought you weren't going to look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like... like that 'you can't possibly deny me anything when I pout like this'."
Qui-Gon's expression changed to one of surprise. "I wasn't doing anything of the sort. I'm undressing, so I can go to bed."
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "If I believed that one every time I heard it...." His vision was obscured by a tunic. He pulled it away, folded it, and set it atop the cloak.
He waited. A moment later, he caught a pair of pants. When he had them folded neatly atop the tunic, he looked at his Master, standing there in nothing but shorts, looking at him as if he would gleefully be devoured if only Obi-Wan did or said some slightest thing that implied he was willing.
Obi-Wan smiled.
Qui-Gon moved forward in a Force-speed flash, laying himself on top of Obi-Wan and bearing him gently onto the mattress once again. Obi-Wan laughed. Qui-Gon bit him on the neck.
Obi-Wan laughed again, wrapping his legs around Qui-Gon and holding him down. He didn't let his Master go, even when Qui-Gon tried to move away to remove Obi-Wan's clothes. "Oh, no," Obi-Wan told him. "You've got me, now you've got to keep me."
"Forever," came the hushed reply as Qui-Gon kissed him.
Obi-Wan shivered again. He grabbed his lover's head between his hands and pulled him up so Obi-Wan could look into his eyes. "I love you," he whispered.
"I..." Qui-Gon kissed him, nibbled at his chin, and continued, "...want you undressed."
"Why didn't you ask?"
Obi-Wan thought he had asked in his most reasonable tone, but the way Qui-Gon ripped his tunic off and began tickling him, he suspected his Master didn't agree. When he could breathe again, his stomach muscles hurting from so much laughing, he found himself cuddled in his Master's arms.
He also found himself divested of the rest of his clothes. He gave his Master a querying look.
"They don't call me a 'Master' for nothing." Qui-Gon settled himself on top of Obi-Wan, naked skin against warm, naked skin.
"Does that mean you'll teach me how to do it someday?"
"Hmmm," came the interested reply, muffled by Qui-Gon's mouth being pressed against Obi-Wan's chest. Obi-Wan gasped and grabbed onto Qui-Gon's hair, wrapping his fingers around it tightly as his body arched upwards. Qui-Gon stopped, and looked at him. "That didn't used to be so sensitive," he said thoughtfully. "What have you been doing lately?"
"Will you stop analysing it and get back to doing... whatever it was you were doing?" Obi-Wan ordered.
"This?" Qui-Gon touched him with a finger, placing it right beside his left nipple. Obi-Wan opened his mouth, and before he could say a word, Qui-Gon gave it a flick.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
"That's a yes?"
"Please," Obi-Wan begged, writhing encouragingly. "Do that again."
Qui-Gon smiled and lowered his head. Obi-Wan moaned as teeth latched onto the nipple. "That?" Obi-Wan whimpered, and Qui-Gon laughed softly. "I love the way you look... aroused and needing only the slightest touch to set you off again."
"Then touch me, and let me get to the part I like, too!" Obi-Wan managed.
Qui-Gon laughed again, then began touching him... everywhere, both firmly and lightly, with fingertips and palms. Obi-Wan writhed freely, pressing himself against the touches wherever he could. He heard his Master laugh softly, then he heard more ominous words.
"Tease me, will you?"
Obi-Wan tried to sit up. "Master, I--" Qui-Gon placed a hand on the middle of his chest and pushed him back down. "I wasn't really--"
"You know I shall have to demonstrate what happens when you do that." He began moving slowly down Obi-Wan's body -- looking at him but not touching him.
Obi-Wan whimpered. "Please, please don't, I swear I really was -- am tired. I wasn't trying to--" he finished with a yelp as Qui-Gon bit him on the thigh. Obi-Wan groaned and tried to accept the fact that he was in for it. No sleep for hours.
Drat.
Qui-Gon bit him again, much closer to something he'd rather not have bitten. "Hey!" He cried out, sitting up and swatting at his Master's head. "You break it, you fix it!"
His frown vanished as his nearly-bitten cock was completely engulfed. Falling back on the bed his only coherent thought was -- "Talk about not playing fair." Then he was writhing, gasping, and wondering if this could possibly be considered payback for teasing his Master.
The mouth left his aching cock, and his legs were raised. He grabbed onto the blankets, balling them in his fists as he tried for leverage before he was pierced. His hips were raised slightly and Obi-Wan had opened his mouth to say "now," when Qui-Gon pressed himself against Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan wriggled unhelpfully, smiling in sheer perversity as his lover's cock slipped away from where they both wanted it to be.
His Master grabbed his leg. "Hold still," Qui-Gon scolded him.
Obi-Wan started to reply and was caught by a yawn. Qui-Gon stopped trying to re-position himself. "Obi-Wan?" he asked, concerned.
Obi-Wan smiled at him. "No, I'm awake. Just hurry, will you?"
Qui-Gon grinned. "I'll try. If you fall asleep I'll just keep it quiet."
Obi-Wan burst into laughter. Rolling onto his side after a moment, he tried to calm himself down. He felt Qui-Gon's hand on his hip as his Master waited patiently.
For a moment.
"Are you through? May we get on with this?" Swallowing most of his laughter -- unsuccessfully, but at least he tried -- Obi-Wan nodded, rolling onto his back again. He raised his legs once more, and wriggled invitingly.
Qui-Gon sighed, sounding very put-upon.
"You could let me read, you know," Obi-Wan pointed out. Then he yelped, as Qui-Gon slid inside him. He forgot just what it was he'd been offering to read about....
Qui-Gon moved, once, and Obi-Wan groaned. He tried to grab onto the blankets, and found he had already done so. He gripped harder and pulled at Qui-Gon; using the Force he tried to give his Master a shove forward. He heard his Master laugh as he thrust again.
"Yeeesssss, oh yes... please...." He forgot what he was begging for, only knew he needed to do it. He heard Qui-Gon inhale sharply as the thrusts continued, and Obi-Wan tried to move, tried to find some way to assist rather than simply lie there.
It occurred to him he had only offered to lie here, and if he didn't move it wasn't like Qui-Gon could complain. Then he realised that Qui-Gon wasn't touching him, and he reached for his still-straining cock.
Qui-Gon batted his hand away gently. Obi-Wan looked at him. "I was only--"
"Did I tell you you could touch yourself?"
Obi-Wan shivered. "No."
Qui-Gon thrust again, and stayed there, buried deep inside Obi-Wan's body. Obi-Wan couldn't have spoken then if his life depended on it. His cock was telling him it did. He told it to shut up or they'd both be left unsatisfied, like the last time he'd disobeyed that particular order.
Granted he'd only been left unsatisfied for about thirty seconds after Qui-Gon had collapsed on the bed. But it had been a very frustrating thirty seconds. He didn't want to repeat the experience, so he left his hand at his side and gave Qui-Gon a pleading look.
Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow.
"Please, please, please, please?" Obi-Wan begged, waggling his hips to make his erection wobble back and forth.
This time Qui-Gon burst into laughter, and he slipped from Obi-Wan's body.
Obi-Wan frowned and grabbed onto him with his legs. This wasn't what he'd meant to happen. He had to wait until Qui-Gon composed himself and knelt again between Obi-Wan's legs. "Are you through? Can we get on with this?" Obi-Wan asked.
Qui-Gon gave him a look and swatted his buttock. Obi-Wan yelped... and found himself desperately wishing someone would fuck him now, already, maybe even slap him again but definitely, oh so definitely, should be fucking him.... Suddenly someone was obliging him and Obi-Wan felt his brain imploding. Qui-Gon was slamming into him, deeply and quickly, pushing him into the bed with every motion.
Obi-Wan wailed as he tried to hang on, his legs slipping as Qui-Gon moved, and he had to hook his ankles around his lover's torso to get any sort of balance. It wasn't working very well, but it didn't seem to matter very much. His body was fast following his mind into a realm of incoherence shattered only by colourful, and what he knew were expensive, explosions.
If the bill was anything like what it was for the Freedom Celebration.... Qui-Gon growled something, and the bill suddenly doubled. Obi-Wan screamed, body trying to arch upwards but trapped solidly between the bed and his lover.
Several lifetimes later he heard a heartbeat, or perhaps it was the Jedi in the next room over banging on the wall. He listened to the steady rap as he tried to locate his senses.
"Obi-Wan?" At least it was intended to be his name. It had actually been "Ohwahan" but he knew what Qui-Gon had meant.
"Yes?" he rolled his head sideways and found Qui-Gon lying half on top of and half beside him, face buried in the crook of Obi-Wan's neck.
"Tuh a uh-uh muhwa."
"Ah. Yes, Master." At least, that was what he intended. Hopefully Qui-Gon understood him equally as well.
There was a moment of silence, then Qui-Gon raised his head. "I said, there is a reader beeping at me." His master made no move for the reader, or to move at all, except to lay his head back down more comfortably on Obi-Wan's shoulder.
Obi-Wan heard the reader beep again as he did so. With a sigh, he dug around underneath his Master, searching for the offending reader. Even using the Force, he couldn't pull it out from under him, so Obi-Wan settled for wriggling two fingers in to turn the thing off and yank loose the power switch so it couldn't come back on... an unrepairable gesture, but a necessary one.
"One more reader bites the dust," he thought as he let himself finally go to sleep.