Title: Surprise Satisfaction
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Obi/Obi, pre-Obi/Qui
Disclaimer: George owns the boys, so I shouldn't be playing like this. But I get absolutely no money for it so hopefully he won't sue me
Summary: Obi-Wan enjoys a bit of self-love
Bunny: #6, #7
One raindrop turned into two in the span of a minute. And two turned into a downpour in the span of half an hour. Once Master TayLar saw this, it only took him seconds to cancel practice for the day. "Instead, I want you all to log your hours in the simulator before next class," he said to the group of dismayed padawans who had been promised time in a real cockpit.
Obi-Wan was terribly relieved, however, and thought of nothing else but going straight home to his quarters and climbing into bed. He felt that the Force must have surely been with him today. It wasn't just because flying was his least favorite course that he felt lucky, though that was in the mix there somewhere. There were two other factors in play.
The first was that Obi-Wan had woken that morning to a strikingly heavy cold in his nose. It had been all he could do to muster the strength to get up and face his day of classes, assignments, and tasks. Armed with only a meager supply of tissues, he had spent the day mostly sniffling and pressing a finger or two to his nose to drive away the slight, ever-present urge to sneeze. Now that there was no more work for the day and no classmates to disturb, he would not need to hold back any more. He could relax and let his cold run its course.
The second factor which contributed to his delight was that Qui-Gon was away on a mission with Masters Ari and Windu and would not be back for another two days. That meant Obi-Wan had the whole of their shared quarters to himself. And he intended to spend a good portion of the time doing what any young man his age did when faced with complete privacy and a guaranteed day in bed.
Obi-Wan simply hoped he had enough tissues to handle both.
He was practically bursting with excitement by the time he reached home. He quickly double-checked the door lock and then dropped his robe onto the floor where he stood by the door. One boot came off a few steps later, and the other was left on the floor in the center of the common area. He was heading not towards his own small bedroom but towards the master's accommodations.
Obi-Wan was fond of his sleep couch. It was simple and satisfactory, providing a suitable place to sleep or to do work while lounging around. But it was nothing like a real bed one could stretch out in, nothing like his master's. Before leaving, Qui-Gon had granted his padawan permission to sleep in his bed all he liked while Qui-Gon was away. In truth, Obi-Wan had slept there before as well, but there had been extenuating circumstances. There had been fevers and nightmares and one night after returning from a particularly devilish mission when Obi-Wan simply had not wanted to be out of his master's sight and reach. The bed was more than large enough to accommodate both of them.
But now, Obi-Wan had it all to himself. And there was nowhere else he would rather have slept when feeling under the weather. Just being wrapped up in Qui-Gon's blankets was almost like having his master's arms protectively around him. And just laying his head on Qui-Gon's pillows was almost like resting his head on his master's chest. Yet, he still felt wonderfully alone which was so rare for a Padawan. And he was determined to make the best of it.
He stripped off his outer tunic and tossed it over the side of the bed, onto the floor. A hand traveled over his chest, aware of its rise and fall as he breathed with anticipation. Then his hand trembled and his breath caught. His whole body tensed up and he inhaled sharply. "IHHH'TChhuhhh!"
Obi-Wan reached over to the tissue box his master kept by the bed, just in case. He'd been exceedingly thankful for them that morning when he'd tossed and turned with a stuffy, runny, tickly nose and didn't want to get up and out of bed before he had to. And he was glad for them now, as he blew his nose one-handed.
His other hand continued its journey across his chest, pinching and toying at his own nipples, circling his naval, lying flat and hot on his belly. He played with the ties on his leggings, pulling the end of the bow so it unraveled. The tips of his fingers traced the crisscrossing strings upon his pelvis. He tugged them so they loosened enough for him to slide a hand beneath.
With a sigh of pleasure, Obi-Wan could not deny how much he loved the sensations he gave himself. The jolts and tingles rushing through his whole body, making him feel alive and special and content. There were a few sensations he felt at the moment that were less than favorable, however. "ihhh-TSchhhhhh! hihhSchhhh! Hehhh!" He pressed a bunch of tissues to his nose. "ehhhShphhh! Uh!" His nose felt full, and that only meant he really needed to blow it, using both hands. With a sigh followed by congested coughs, Obi-Wan made his way through a dozen tissues before he felt a bit of relief. One moment his nose was tickly and the next runny and the next stuffy. He just wanted to get on with it so he could enjoy himself.
Slightly frustrated that he was not further along in that, Obi-Wan quickly pushed down his leggings and wriggled out of them entirely, kicking them off the bed. He lay on his back on his master's bed, naked and growing hard again. And though he could not help sniffling, he also could not help touching himself. Obi-Wan grinned slyly as his hands roamed again, touching exactly where he wanted to be touched, loving himself as no one else ever could.
A hand covered the key spots of his stomach then his fingers stretched downwards. His fingertips just brushed his crotch and the curly hairs there. He felt compelled to go for his cock without further delay. His fingers curled and wrapped around it and he sighed heavily in pleasure.
But then his nose twitched again and he turned his head quickly to avoid sneezing on himself. "ehhhhhhChuhhh!" he sneezed openly, quickly. He sniffed quite a lot afterwards, not wanting to take his hands away to reach for more tissues. One was pinching a nipple and the other was beginning to stroke. His hand slid up and down his cock, slowly at first but then gaining a bit of speed as time went on.
He was hard. His whole body sung happily as he ran his fist up and down his cock. His other hand slid down, fingering his sack so lightly he made himself gasp with pleasant surprise. This was going to be good.
"ehhh-IHH!" Obi-Wan tried rubbing his nose into his shoulder, but that failed to stop the tickle. The urge went further than just his nostrils, compelling his mouth to hang open and his eyes to close and his tongue to hang loose and nearly out of his mouth. "hehhhCHUHH!" His nose twitched immediately after and he took another deep breath. "ehhh-Chahhh! ihhhShuhhh! IhhSchhhhhhhh!" The sneezes shook his whole body, disturbing his efforts completely.
Obi-Wan took his hands off himself long enough to grab tissues and press them to his face. "ihhhGishhhh! hehhhKShhhhh!" He rubbed his face into them as he reached for a second helping. By the time he'd cleared the tickle from his nose and reduced it to mere sniffles, he was soft again and getting a little frustrated.
Quickly he began rubbing himself again, and sniffling along with practically every breath. He ran his thumb over the dimple and the tip and stroked the underside with his fingertips. Then he wrapped his hand around tightly and began rubbing again. He tried to pick up where he'd left off, stroking his cock, pinching his nipples, massaging his balls. He tried to get back into the rhythm, which wasn't too hard to do, even with the sniffling.
The problem was, he wasn't too hard.
He rubbed and rubbed. He did everything he always did. But he was still only half-hard. He closed his eyes, waiting and hoping. He concentrated and relaxed. He tried to enjoy the fact that he could do anything he wanted and be as loud as he wanted and not worry about being overheard. Obi-Wan continued to administer rapid, desperate strokes, and he continued to get only a little bit closer.
It was taking far longer than it should have, which troubled him slightly. He would have liked to have blamed it on his head cold, but he did not think it was interfering that much.
Obi-Wan sighed in frustration and rolled onto his side. He pulled the pillows over, plumping them up to elevate his head enough to help him breathe. But he kept one hand on his cock and kept pumping away as he gave his situation some thought.
He'd never had such problems before. And, as a young man, he'd had plenty of practice. Obi-Wan racked his mind to try to discover what was different about this time. Usually he took care of himself in the shower. Or, sometimes, in the middle of the night before falling asleep he would touch himself but bury his face in the pillows so that Qui-Gon would not hear his grunts and cries of passion.
Obi-Wan's cock twitched. He felt it and looked down, seeing it stiffen. Obi-Wan felt a new sense of hope. He pumped himself harder, faster... and got nowhere. Biting his lip, Obi-Wan closed his eyes again and recalled what he'd been thinking about to elicit the reaction.
His master came to mind at once. And, almost at once, Obi-Wan was hard again. Not just hard, but accidentally delighted and suddenly ready. His cheeks flushed though there was no one around to see and no one around to read his mind. He was embarrassed to realize that what was making him so hard was, in fact, his master. Qui-Gon's face, with the soft, nuzzly beard and piercing, deep eyes. Qui-Gon's body, so strong and yet so graceful. Qui-Gon's touch which was firm and warm and "Oh Force yes!" Obi-Wan half-sighed and half-groaned but both were in pleasure as his body responded to his thoughts. "Yes, Qui-Gon. Yes!" Obi-Wan had never before felt such things about this master, but was glad now that he felt them. He had never consciously thought about his master in such a way, but he was surprised at how strong his reaction was the moment he did.
Although relationships between padawan and master were not expressly forbidden, they were hardly encouraged. Obi-Wan was never one to go against the rules. If the council said it wasn't a good idea for him to be interested in his master that way, then he would have none of it in theory. However, his body seemed to have other ideas.
Obi-Wan was panting, humming, groaning. He thought about how his master looked after a hard workout, dripping with sweat but all smiles. His hand was a blur as he slid it up and down. He thought about how it felt to have Qui-Gon touch his shoulder or comfort him with a wave of the Force. He brought his other hand up, knowing that another touch to certain spots would send him over the edge and this was such a lovely feeling that he wanted to enjoy it for as long as he could now.
Masturbation was such an activity of contradictions. He'd spent all that time working up to this point, and now he wanted to delay it longer. He'd looked forward to doing this all day, but would feel slightly ashamed and very exhausted when done. And he'd started this with the intention of eagerly going at it alone only to end up realizing he needed his master... and was actually in love.
Obi-Wan's hips began to move, helping his stroking hand out by moving up and down desperately. He thought about Qui-Gon's deep, gentle voice and what it might sound like encouraging him on to finish up. The feelings began rising in him, and he was sure that didn't mean a sneeze this time. He thought about Qui-Gon beside him, helping him out, a hand on Obi-Wan's arm... or a hand on Obi-Wan's cock. Obi-Wan gasped deeply at the thought. In the process, he caught another whiff of Qui-Gon's pillow though his stuffy nose and remembered that he was in Qui-Gon's bed. That was all it took.
His hand froze in place as he came. With all his quite formidable experience, he could not remember ever feeling quite so good before. He groaned silently at first then gave a shout at the end as he shook through the last bit of it. He felt another need to sneeze but pushed it away in order to bask a little longer in the afterglow.
Utterly exhausted, but glad to be so, Obi-Wan had just enough energy to pull the blankets up to hide himself and curl up under them before falling asleep.
He woke to find the room dark without the daylight streaming in through the open doorway. He knew it must be nighttime but could not see much. As his eyes slowly adjusted, something crossed his field of vision. Startled, he sat up. The movement and his silent gasp combined to make him cough, and he quickly remembered how congested and sick he was. Obi-Wan grabbed desperately for the tissues and held them to his face, trying to muffle the sound of uncontrollable snuffles. He could not fathom it being an intruder, but he did not know, either, who could possibly be there.
Footsteps sounded, coming close, and he saw a silhouette of a man in the bedroom doorway. Then he felt a rush of warmth come over him and he gave a sigh. //Master?//
"Shade your eyes. I'm turning on the lights," came Qui-Gon's voice. The moment Obi-Wan put his hand up, the lights came on. He still winced a moment as his eyes readjusted. "I am back," Qui-Gon said, speaking the obvious. He set his duffle bag down on the floor.
Obi-Wan coughed again. "Are you hobe early or did I sleeb for far too log?"
"I am very early," Qui-Gon replied. "The mission was a success and I got word you were ill and wanted to come home to attend you." He sat down on the side of the bed.
Smiling widely up at his master, "That's so dice of you." He shifted around a bit in bed, making sure he was covered in all the right places. "Ub... but you brobably wadt your bed back, right?" There were still tissues scattered about, and he began to gather up the ones closest to him. But he paused, his breath shallow and quick, and his eyes closed. "hehhhKSchooo! ehhhTChhuhh!" He quickly pulled out a few new ones out of the box and wiped at his nose. "Eggscuse be," he said stuffily.
Qui-Gon waved it off and leaned back a little. He eyed Obi-Wan more closely, taking in the fact that he was naked in bed. And Obi-Wan thought he saw Qui-Gon sniff the air suspiciously, but the action was so fleeting that he was unsure. It still made Obi-Wan feel shy and self conscious, especially as Qui-Gon frowned. "I think, perhaps, a shower might do you some good. And, in the meantime, I will change the sheets on the bed so they'll be... fresh when you return."
"Really?" Obi-Wan asked. "I cad sleeb here still?"
Qui-Gon nodded. "If you promise to actually get some sleep. You sound terrible, Padawan, and I've had a long journey. We could both really use the rest."
"Yes, Baster." He sniffled. And he hesitated, trying to decide how best to get up. Qui-Gon must surely have guessed that he wore no clothes. Obi-Wan presumed correctly as Qui-Gon stood and untucked the sheet so that Obi-Wan could take it and wrap himself in it.
"Now off to the showers with you," Qui-Gon said, giving Obi-Wan a nudge. "Take your time. The steam will help that stuffy nose of yours. And it will give me time to get the fresh bedding in order."
"Yehhhh... hihhh-Shuhhh! Sniff! Yes, Baster." He knew Qui-Gon was right about the shower. It would be doubly useful, both because of the steam and the fact that Obi-Wan was sure he must reek with evidence of what he'd been up to, even if Qui-Gon was too nice to mention that explicitly. So Obi-Wan headed out of the room but paused in the doorway, looking back at his master. "I ab glad you're hobe," he said, rubbing at his nose. "I edjoyed beig od by owd all right, but I wadted you back."
Qui-Gon nodded back to him. "Despite the fact that I return to find you ill, I am glad to be home with you, Padawan. Now go, go shower. You're sick enough already without adding a chill to your list of complaints." Obi-Wan smiled and hurried out towards the 'fresher.
He realized halfway through the shower that he did not remember to bring pajamas, but he heard the door slide open and then shut again and peaked out from behind the shower curtain to see that Qui-Gon had placed pajamas on top of the hamper. Obi-Wan smiled and relaxed under the spray of the shower. He grew hard at the thought of Qui-Gon being so close when he was covered only in suds. Able to breathe deeply without coughing or snuffling, Obi-Wan leaned against the wall and enjoyed taking himself in hand again. Yes, he was truly grateful to have his master back home.