Title: Count on It
Fandom: Star Wars
Disclaimer: Wish they were mine. They're really divine. The Jedi who belong to GL.
Summary: In a bit of a role reversal, Qui-Gon has a cold and Obi-Wan has an itch in his leggings.
Sneezefic Annual Challenge Bunny: #6
Author's Notes: Sort of follows my loosely-woven series where Qui-Gon has a sneeze fetish.
Count on It
Obi-Wan stood in the doorway wearing the greenish-blue and white robes of a Jedi healer, right down to the white gloves that went up past his elbows. It was slightly too large for him, on purpose, but otherwise he looked the part. He smiled at his awestruck master, who was lying in the center of their bed, holding a hanky to a perpetually runny and notably sore nose. “Do you like?” Obi-Wan turned around, modeling, and shut the door behind to give them just a little more, much-needed privacy in their bedroom. Then Obi-Wan held up a small bottle of lotion that he used to abuse his position.
Qui-Gon had smiled at first, then he winced at the sight of the bottle. He turned over onto his side with his back to Obi-Wan.
“Oh, don't be that way, Master,” Obi-Wan said, laughing as he glided over to the bed. “You'll feel better afterwards.” He reached over and turned Qui-Gon onto his back, then climbed onto the bed and straddled the man. Qui-Gon wore only his sleep pants- a light tan against the green and shiny sheets- and a skeptical expression. “You can count on me. I promise to be gentle.” His smile was genuine but quirky, and Qui-Gon was unconvinced.
//I do not care if it helps, because that lotion makes-//
Obi-Wan loved the intimacy of speaking through their bond, however he wanted more today. Shaking his head, “Master, I want to hear your voice.”
“You're goig to bake be sdeeze.” Compared with usual, his voice was slightly lower, slightly raspier, and much more congested. “That lotiod always bakes be sd-sdeeze.” Qui-Gon tried to struggle, but he was pinned down pretty well and without strength enough to fight.
“Maybe so. But that's pretty sexy…”
Qui-Gon's expression conveyed that he thought his padawan had gone completely insane.
“Please don't look at me that way,” Obi-Wan said, leaning forward so that his braid swung like a pendulum. His blue eyes sparkled. “It's your fetish.”
“Obi!” Qui-Gon's tone was strong, forceful, almost angry. “I thought I told you dever to sbeak of-”
“And I told you I think it's endearing and exciting.” Especially considering some of the padawans with whom he had had prior relations. There was the one who liked spanking, but got carried away too easily, resulting in a trip to the healing dome more than once. There was the one with a proclivity for somnophilia who began making love to him even before Obi-Wan could wake up in the mornings. And there was the klismaphilic who liked having enemas; that relationship had not lasted long at all, and Obi-Wan's stomach was grateful for that. In comparison, his master's fondness for an innocent little sneeze was practically charming.
Obi-Wan flipped back the cap on the bottle and squirted a small dab of lotion onto a fingertip. It was good for a million and one uses. Two pairs of eyes briefly strayed to their crotches. Then Obi-Wan gently touched the raw, red spot beneath Qui-Gon's poor, over-worked nose. The lotion worked in, leaving no trace apart from a strong menthol smell and a soothing coolness.
Qui-Gon shivered and screwed up his face. His nostrils twitched and the breath he inhaled was shaky. His nose was half-stuffed-up already and now it was tickling. “ehhh… iiihhhhh…” Obi-Wan stroked Qui-Gon's chest, two palms and ten fingers- one of them a little slick- running over the fine hairs on Qui-Gon's bare chest. Qui-Gon seemed torn between holding back the sneeze and trying to hurry it out. His upper lip curled and tongue went limp against his bottom lip. Then his whole body drew back with a deep breath and snapped forward with release. “ehh-ehhChumm!” He wanted to wipe the hanky under his nose, but Obi-Wan kept him from doing so. Those gloved hands held his hands down against the bed. Qui-Gon made a face. He was clearly annoyed now. “ehhh-hihChshhh! hehChuff! Snffff! Dot so sexy whed it's be who's doig the sdeezig.”
“Oh I don't know about that…” Obi-Wan kissed him, inhaling the strong scent of the lotion in the process. That alone made him hard. It was the smell he associated first and foremost with sinful, sneeze-filled sex with his master. Qui-Gon Jinn was always a skillful, considerate lover. But when his fetish took over, a little naughtiness and wildness snuck in as well. Every time Obi-Wan caught a cold, his master was at his side for days on end- sometimes doting, sometimes snuggling, sometimes fucking. Now Obi-Wan was excited to do likewise. He hadn't realized how much he'd wanted to until Qui-Gon's first little sniffle the day before.
It had been so quiet, light, and innocent. Yet they had both noticed it and Obi-Wan had been able to tell, through their bond, that his master was coming down with a rotten cold. That little sniffle and the little look they had exchanged afterwards had said it all. And, now, Qui-Gon's tiny, desperate gasps said just as much.
Pulling away, Qui-Gon immediately turned his head. “hehChuff! ehhShuhff!” His body shook under Obi-Wan's but the padawan stayed on for the ride. His hardening cock just happened to rub against Qui-Gon's body through the thin robes and sensations rushed through him, going straight to his head. Obi-Wan couldn't help sliding a hand past the white over-robes, in between the green fasteners, and down under the waistband of the leggings. “Where did you get this outfit, adyway? Ehhh… wait.. ih-ehhhhh… wait… sdeeze cobig… ehhh-Chshfff! There we go. Sniff!”
“I called in a favor,” Obi-Wan whispered, feeling tingly, hot, and a bit light-headed, which was strange since Qui-Gon had been the one sneezing. Was it possible to transfer a fetish? To infect someone with it? To pass it on like you can with a head cold? Force… he wanted Qui-Gon to sneeze again. “I'm going to take care of you,” he said. “Thought I should look the part.” And he thought these robes would look even better on his master the next time Obi-Wan fell ill. In fact, the idea in his mind was of stripping Qui-Gon out of them, slowly, while Obi-Wan sniffed back a wildly runny nose. As sensations flashed through him like sparklers, Obi-Wan leaned over, finding Qui-Gon's mouth and kissing hard, hungrily. “Oh, Master…”
“But I'b sick …” Qui-Gon said, vulnerable and worried.
“Oh, I know.” Obi-Wan rubbed himself faster, the feeling of his gloved hand sliding up and down his cock in time to Qui-Gon's sniffles was invigorating. He kissed Qui-Gon again and nestled one leg between Qui-Gon's. Now there was a hand on his cock and a thigh against his hand on the cock. There was heat and there were Qui-Gon's lips. There was a heartbeat and stuffy breathing and the sort of intimacy he had never felt before with anyone else.
Qui-Gon pulled away, snuffling. “Dod't, Badawad, you're goig to catch by cold.”
Obi-Wan paused, lifting his head and looking into Qui-Gon's eyes. “You can count on it. That's sort of the goal, my love.” Instantly, he resumed kissing. And stroking. And humping. And tingling. Tingling so badly. “I want to catch your sneezy little cold from you… oh… nnnhh…” He leaned to the side slightly and felt his body take over, thrusting instinctively, desperate for release. “So- ah! So then you can feel as good as I do now.”
Qui-Gon put his arms around Obi-Wan to hold him in place. “You're usig be?”
“I am, yes,” Obi-Wan admitted, grinding, thrusting. “But, Force, it's so good.” His body shuddered. Not quite there but, oh, he was close. “Feels so very, very good, my master.”
Qui-Gon gave him a slight smile. “I cad live with that.” His hands slid down to squeeze Obi-Wan's arse. The healer robes were thinner than the robes Jedi knights usually wore, accentuating the curves. Obi-Wan was overpowered by the sensation of those large hands gripping him, craving him. “What do you wadt?”
Sounding blunt and honest and with absolutely none of Qui-Gon's shy, self-consciousness, Obi-Wan made his request. “I want you to sneeze on me.”
The flush in Qui-Gon's cheeks was intense.
Obi-Wan tried to kill it with another kiss, with tongues meeting and stroking. “I want to catch your cold so badly.” He wanted Qui-Gon to look at him with those wide, childlike eyes. He wanted Qui-Gon to find him irresistible. He wanted Qui-Gon to be driven mad with pleasure from a mere sneeze. He wanted Qui-Gon to be happier than he'd ever been before. And for that, he needed and wanted this from his master. “Please?” Another kiss. “Please sneeze?” Obi-Wan tilted his head in the other direction, their noses brushing. It made Qui-Gon's nostrils twitch. And that made Obi-Wan's cock twitch and his balls tighten. “Ohhhh please.”
“What- heh- have I dode to you?”
“Not enough yet,” Obi-Wan chuckled.
Qui-Gon started to laugh in reply, but his nose twitched and breath caught and there was a sneeze right there, almost upon him. Obi-Wan watched with anticipation. Qui-Gon's eyes closed and his nostrils flared. Obi-Wan's breath caught, as well. “hehh-ehhh-Ih-chuhhh!”
“Oh… oh! Master!”
Qui-Gon looked concerned, and looked at Obi-Wan still completely clothed. “Do you wadt to…”
Obi-Wan shook his head. He wanted to have Qui-Gon; he really did. However, he would never last that long. Healer robes were more difficult to take off in a hurry. Obi-Wan had not considered that. He did however, watch his Master's face fall with the need to sneeze as Obi-Wan pulled off his gloves. He pushed his cock right up against Qui-Gon's strong thigh, readying himself for the ride.
“Badawad, I-ehhhh-have to sdeeze agaid.” He started to go for Obi-Wan's robes, but pulled back almost immediately. “ehhh-Chuff! hehTShhhhhh!”
Obi-Wan felt the sneezes, the spray against his neck, the sharp rise and fall of the chest, the spasm-like shake of Qui-Gon's body beneath Obi-Wan's. “There's no time. I… ohhhh…” At once, Obi-Wan's whole body tightened and released. “Mmm… nnghh! Oh yes!” Qui-Gon held him tightly, nose running, legs wrapped around Obi-Wan, until it was all over.
Obi-Wan nuzzled his master and took a deep breath. “You're amazing.” He kissed Qui-Gon again.
Around the kiss, Qui-Gon murmured, “And you're crazy. Sniff! Sniff! But I still love you.”
Obi-Wan grinned. He shifted a little, squishy and cooling, rolling off Qui-Gon. Handkerchiefs went far to clean both of them. Then, after one more kiss- a thank you kiss- Obi-Wan slipped back out of the room.
When he returned a few minutes later, he was wearing his normal Padawan robes and carrying a large cup of tea. “I'm making up for everything,” he said, snuggling into bed with his master. “It's even got honey.”
Qui-Gon took it gratefully. “There's doe deed to bake ub for adythig,” he said. “I was a little… surbrised is all. I've dever seed you so…”
Obi-Wan beamed. “Crazy? Needy? Horny?”
“I was goig to say sbirited but those work, too.”
Obi-Wan put his arm around Qui-Gon. He swept the long brown hair back. He didn't have a tie, but it was at least out of Qui-Gon's face for now. The bed was warm with them both in it and the covers pulled up to their waists. The tea was still steaming hot. “Did you mind very much, Master?” He caressed Qui-Gon's cheek, softly, tenderly.
Qui-Gon laughed, which made him cough just a little, which made Obi-Wan pat his back and hug him closer. “After all that, holdig you add seeig you like that? Doe, dot at all. Ehhh…” He rubbed at his nose, but that did nothing at all. He accepted the handkerchief Obi-Wan offered up. “ehhChuffff! Sniff!”
“Bless you, Master.”He took Qui-Gon's teacup and pressed his lips to Qui-Gon's cheek.
With a miserable little sniffle and a bright smile, Qui-Gon said, “Thadks. Sniff! I thidk this bust be the best cold I've ever had.”
Obi-Wan grinned. “Which means, when I catch it from you, it'll be the best one I've ever had.”
Qui-Gon closed his eyes as he nodded. He rested his head on Obi-Wan's shoulder. “You cad coudt on it.”