Disclaimer: The original characters of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan
are not mine. I'm playing around with Ben & Quinn in my own way. However, I
still don't get paid for any of this
Notes: I discuss Quinn's "thing" for sneezing in another AR
fic I've been playing with, but it is unfinished (as of finishing this fic).
This particular fic assumes that's a known thing, though
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Ben's hands
were on his thighs and his hands were in Ben's close-cropped hair. He sighed
and closed his eyes, relaxing back into the cushion-filled chair. Shoulders
bumped his knees, and a tongue magically and skillfully caressed the length of
his cock. Then, head-to-head, warmth and wetness enveloped the end as Ben took
as much in his mouth as possible.
Unable to
resist the sensation, Quinn's hips bucked slightly. Ben's head began to slide
back and forth around Quinn's cock, simultaneously sucking and caressing. Quinn
moaned joyfully every few moments, as each felt better than the first. Then,
suddenly, the sensations stopped completely.
Quinn gave
it a moment, but Ben did not resume. "Love, why did you stop?" There was a hot
breath only against his loins, and Quinn looked down, confused and needy.
Ben's eyes
were closed, and his body swayed with hitching breaths. Quinn suddenly understood
and pulled his hands back to give Ben room to sneeze. Ben kept his own hands on
Quinn's thighs as the sneeze built slowly, breath by breath. His chest
inflated, his face screwed up cutely, and his jaw dropped. "ehhhh... ehhh-TSschhhhh!" He sneezed
wetly, unrestrainedly.
Tensing up
in his seat, Quinn's cock throbbed in reaction. He gasped, trying to hold back,
but he heard Ben take another sharp breath as well. He closed his eyes tightly,
trying to picture anything other than his handsome, supple young teaching
assistant about to sneeze again. But he wanted so desperately for him to do it
again. His hips began to move again, instinctively, and he began to shake with
urges.
Quinn
groaned with pleasure and opened his eyes, suddenly startled to find himself in
bed, not in a living room chair. It took him all of a half minute to come to
terms with the fact that it had been a dream, not real. He was, however, just
as hard as he'd been in his dream, evident from the sight of his member
sticking up against the sheets. He was moving and bucking just as he had been a
moment before. There was also still a hand on his thigh. Convincing his body
that it had been a dream took longer than his mind and emotions. Finally his
body came to a rest. Then he looked back, over his shoulder.
"Good. You're
awake finally," said Ben, a touch of stuffiness to his voice. He sat on the
side of the bed, his back to Quinn, who was lying on his side with his back to
Ben. Their heads were turned so they could see each other, however. "I've been
trying to rouse you for the last five minutes. I... I've..." And, just like in
Quinn's dream, Ben's breath caught. The young man's hand snapped to his face
instinctively and he swayed in place. "ehhhh-ehhh-HITChh!"
He sniffed liquidly and scrubbed the side of his hand against his nose. "I've
been sneezing my head off since I woke up. This makes an even dozen, I think."
"Ohh,"
Quinn sighed, rolling over in bed. "Are you trying to kill me? I can't take
that kind of news so early in the morning before my coffee."
Ben
laughed, knowing Quinn hadn't meant a word of it. The elder man had switched to
tea months ago. The health kick he'd been on for years had culminated in
eliminating unnecessary caffeine. There were still a number of sins he allowed
himself, however. "I'm sorry," Ben said, patting his lover's thigh. "I was just
so sneezy and I thought you'd want to be awake for that." He grinned. "You can
go back to sleep if you like."
"Not on
your life," Quinn said, his arm sliding out from beneath the pillow and bending
at the elbow. Casually, he rested his head against his hand and his other hand gripped
himself beneath the sheets. "So, you are feeling s..." His voice died away and he
blushed slightly, though not ashamedly.
"Older and
wiser, you might be. But that word always seems to give you problems, doesn't
it?" Ben said, smiling. "But, yes, I'm feeling pretty sneezy this morning."
Quinn
shuddered at the word and stroked himself a little, but stopped after he had
had a moment of thought. "Are you sick, Love?" Quinn asked concernedly.
Ben
shrugged and shook his head. "Don't think so. Just sneezy." Quinn's stroking
resumed slowly. "Very, very snee... snee..." He chuckled around halting breaths,
finding it humorous that he could not say the word this time, either. "ehhh-HKSchhhhh! HehhTChhhh!
Ehhh-ehhhHuhshhhh!"
Quinn
groaned. "Oh dear Lord!" His hand moved more quickly.
Shaking his
head more, Ben gathered his strength and stood up. "No," he said. "Only me." He
smiled and rubbed more at his nose, turning so that his former professor could
see him in all his naked glory. "And my tickly nose." He sniffed and rubbed a
finger under his nose. "And my many, many sneezes."
"Took me a
long while to wake you up this morning," Ben stated as he reached down and
grabbed a tissue from the box on the nightstand. He rubbed it at his nose but
did not blow, for fear that it might chase the tickles in his nose away. "Looked
like you were having a nice dream there."
Quinn
nodded and blushed slightly. "Haven't had a dream like that in a long time. Not
since I was quite young."
"You're
only as young as you feel, Quinton," Ben replied. "And you... wait..." He held a
finger up, indicating another sneeze was on the way. "hehhh... hehh-Ehhshhh!" He snapped forward as the sneeze struck.
Another
groan escaped Quinn. He had watched Ben's face at the beginning, seeing that
'about to sneeze' expression turning into a splendid release. But this time he
had watched Ben's body, seeing it shake and seeing Ben's cock swaying along
with him. This was almost better than his dream. No, it was better. Much
better. Because it was real. Rolling over onto his back, he immediately reached
out for his lover. "'Mere, Benjamin."
Ben climbed
back onto the bed, eager and sniffling. "Do you want me to sneeze for you, Professor?"
Quinn could
only nod and gasp happily as Ben slid right up against his side and slipped a
hand beneath the sheets. He also pulled Quinn's long brown and grey hair together
and to his other side and out of the way. The warm, skilled hand on his cock was
wonderful, but it was nothing compared to the hot breaths of the face buried
against his neck. "Good," whispered Ben, his breaths hitching. "Because I feel
another sneeze coming on."
"Oh!" Quinn
cried at the very sound of it, tensing up but still nodding slightly in
agreement.
"Yeh... yes..."
Ben said, wavering on the verge of the sneeze. He pressed his nose right
against Quinn's neck as he drew another sharp breath. "heh-hehh-Nngshhhh! Ngishhhh!" Even directed against Quinn's neck,
the sneezes were still strong and wet. He lifted his head, sniffling wetly. Seeing
how incredibly pleased Quinn looked, Ben raised the sheet and dove beneath.
"Ben,"
gasped Quinn in disbelief as he felt hands grip his thighs and felt a mouth
envelop him.
Unable to
reply, Ben went easy on the older man, doing just enough to bring Quinn close
but not send him overboard. At least not until the tickle in his nose could
build again. "R-ready?" Ben asked, the sound muffled beneath the sheets. He
pulled back, not wanting to bite down during a sneeze. "Because... ah... I'm going
to... hehhh... Quinn! ehhh-Huhhh-TSchhht! ehhhhChhhh!" he
sneezed.
The feel of
the sneezes against his cock were all that was needed to finish Quinn off. The
man cried out in delightful pain, not wanting to hold back one bit this time.
When he'd
regained all ability to breathe, let alone think and speak, Quinn sighed and
reached down. He guided Ben up beside him and petted the young man's head. The
hair was short and soft against his fingers, but not as soft as Ben's lips,
which he kissed in appreciation. "What a wonderful way to wake up. You're so
very good to me, my Benjamin."
Rubbing his
runny, sniffly nose against his former professor's neck, he shook his head. He
looked at Quinn with loving, shining eyes and a smile. "I'm happy to be able to
please you. I... oh... still sneezy..." His eyes slammed shut. "ehhh-Hishhhh!" He sniffled wetly, rubbing the back of his hand
against his nose. "Can I blow my nose now that I've blown you?"
Chuckling,
but rather glad for his lover's understanding but perverted and blunt nature,
Quinn reached over to his tissue box and pulled out a handful. Then he wrapped
his arms around Ben while the younger man cleared his nose with blow after
blow. "Can I make a confession?" Ben said, once he was back to normal.
"You know I
treasure honesty. Especially in bed," Quinn said, his voice calm despite his
inner nervousness about what Ben might confess.
Ben tossed
the tissues over the side of the bed and snuggled completely into the man's
warm body. "I think I enjoy sneezing for you even more than you enjoy me doing
it."
Quinn
hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead. "Somehow I doubt that, Young One. But
I appreciate it all the same. It does mean a lot to me that you are willing to
humor my strange interests."
Ben shook
his head "No, what I mean is..." He turned his body a little, pressing his crotch
into Quinn's hip. "I really enjoy
sneezing for you."
Understanding
now, "I think we have enough time before classes, don't you?"
"We'd
better," Ben agreed, grinding himself against Quinn now. "Because I don't feel
sneezy any more. I feel--ah!"
Quinn took
him in hand and Ben sighed deeply. Without a doubt, this was far, far better
than any dream. But Quinn was hoping to give Ben such a good time in repayment
that the line between fantasy and reality might blur a bit once again.