Obi-Wan
left the terminal and desk, heading for his room. He walked swiftly but was
trying to look casual so as not to attract unwanted attention. "Padawan? Have
you finished your work for the day?" Apparently, there was no escape from Jedi
Master Qui-Gon Jinn's gaze.
Obi-Wan
paused in place and began to rattle off his numerous accomplishments for the
day. By the end of the very long list, he'd almost forgotten what it was he'd
been avoiding all afternoon. "... then, after lecture, I studied for my
recitation in galaxy politics... I stopped by the quatermaster's to tell them
about the oven being so temperamental and I set up a time for them to come by
and fix it... I caught up with my correspondences..."
"Yes,"
Qui-Gon nodded approvingly, cutting Obi-Wan off before the padawan had
completely finished. "But have you done the laundry?"
Silence
spoke volumes.
"Mhmm,"
said Qui-Gon thoughtfully, looking from Obi-Wan down to the datapad he had been
reading while relaxing on the sofa in the common area while Obi-Wan used their
shared communications terminal. "I thought as much. There are several loads
worth to do. And it is part of your duties."
Obi-Wan
fidgeted uncomfortably at the idea. "Must I do laundry today, Master? We've
only just returned from off world--"
"With bags
brimming with dirty laundry. Padawan, we have virtually no clean clothes left
to wear. If you do not do a load of laundry we will be forced to walk around
without tunics and leggings."
With a
mischievous smile, "And would that be such a terrible thing?" he asked, his
eyes twinkling.
Qui-Gon
replied with a stern look to let him know the period for joking was over and
the time to complete the chore had begun.
"But,
Master, I absolutely hate doing the
laundry."
Qui-Gon's
stern look grew even sterner and Obi-Wan felt it penetrate him so completely
that he changed the direction he was facing at once, directing himself towards
the 'fresher where the hamper was.
As he
sorted the clothes into lights and darks and picked the baskets up, holding one
under each arm, all he could think about was getting the laundry soon as
humanly possible. He could think of a dozen torturous things he would have
preferred doing to laundry to include sponge-bathing a Hutt or kissing an
especially slimy Sindlin sea slug.
He
shuddered, not at his thoughts, but at the sight of the washing machine and
dryer in their floor's laundry facilities. With a sigh, he set the baskets down
on the floor and closed the door behind him. He felt trapped in the small room,
and resisted his instincts which told him to flee. Now that he had given his
word to finish this appointed task, Obi-Wan felt he had no choice but to do the
laundry.
"Sniff!" It was starting already.
Obi-Wan
quickly dumped the load of dark clothes into the washer and added a heaping
scoop of detergent. Then he quickly closed the lid and scrubbed his nose hard
into his shoulder. He punched the setting buttons and sighed when he heard the
sound of water rushing into the machine. He'd started. Just a few more hours
now and he'd be done.
Leaning
forward against the washer for support, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and focused on
his nose. There was a sneeze playing in his nostrils. It was light and more
itchy than anything else. He knew well the value of rubbing, but also knew the
sneezes would come out eventually. And once they begun, they would not stop. And
he still had hours to go. "hihh!
Sith! Sniff!" He rubbed harder at his
nose then pinched his nostrils closed. It was starting sooner than usual.
There was
just something about doing laundry that made him sneeze. Maybe it was one of
the detergents. Or maybe it was a mix of the many detergents sitting on the
shelves on the side of the small room. Maybe the dryer sheets were to blame. Or
maybe it was something to do with the frequently-cleaned lint traps. Whatever
it was, he'd never yet been able to get through a laundry session without
sneezing.
"ihhh!" But, usually, it was at least
half an hour before he started sneezing. Today, whatever it was, was already
doing quite a number on him. "hih!" He
scrubbed his finger hard beneath his nose and held his breath.
Then he let
his breath out in a shaky sigh. This was definitely going to be one long laundry
session. Luckily, he brought along a datapad. He had some reading to do for the
culture report he had due within a month. He had really meant to do it while
off world, but the mission had kept him so busy that there had not been timing
during the day. And during the night he had been so exhausted he hadn't been
able to do anything but climb into bed and snuggle up to Qui-Gon and sleep.
"h'Choo!" The sneeze caught him
completely by surprise. By the time he'd clapped his hand to his face, the
sneeze had been out and was uncatchable. Tickles were brewing madly in his nose
now, and he knew just what that meant. His head snapped forward with another
short but strong sneeze. "huhChoo!"
It did nothing to alleviate the tickles and itches, and neither did more rubs.
So, with a
sigh, he sat down on the low bench on the wall opposite the washer and dryer. Opposite
he was, but he was also merely a few feet away. If he stretched his arm
straight out, he came just an inch or two short of touching the machines. The
room was claustrophobically small, another reason he hated doing laundry.
"huhhh-Shooo!" But the main reason was
incredibly obvious. Obi-Wan dug out one of the handkerchiefs he'd brought
along, anticipating the sneezes. "hehhChoo!"
He rubbed his nose through the folds as his eyes stay closed and mouth stayed
hanging open. "ehh-hehhhChuhh!"
Obi-Wan
held the handkerchief to his nose as he looked down at the datapad, intending
to read despite the sneezes. The least he could do was try to get something
productive accomplished. His breathing was punctuated with periodic sniffles. His
vision grew fuzzy as he forced his eyes to stay open and focused on the
paragraphs of text. His nostrils twitched. His lips trembled. And he gripped
his nose through the handkerchief. "H'Choo!
hehChoo!"
In the end,
he got very little reading done while the first load was in the washer. Most of
his time was taken by the need to tend to his nose and by glaring up at the
sign hanging over the door which stated in red capital letters:
DO NOT
LEAVE LAUNDRY
UNATTENDED
Obi-Wan knew it was there not because of a problem with
theft but because Jedi uniforms looked so different and far too many mix-ups
had occurred. Whatever the reason, Obi-Wan was not one to disregard an
instruction. Which is how he'd ended up there in the first place.
"HEHChoo!" Sneezing miserably every few
minutes was tiring. But when the washer went quiet, Obi-Wan hopped right up to
transfer the load and start the next. He added his white handkerchief to the
load of whites, which was why he had chosen to start with the darks. Then he
sat back down on the bench as the dryer hummed and washer shook. He took out
another handkerchief after a few minutes and a few sneezes. "hehh-Yih-Choo!"
His nose felt
as though it were on fire by now. His sneezes were sporadic but no less strong
and no less annoying. "hehShoo!" If
anything, they were more annoying. At least with a fit of sneezing he might get
rid of the irritant or decide that doing anything but sneeze was futile. But,
as it was, he had time and ability to read. But every time he finally got into
it, he had to sneeze again.
After a
while, he just gave up on his reading and sat watching the machines packed full
of clothes. Their tones formed a soothing harmony and their shaking was
mesmerizing. He found himself staring dazedly at the pair, mouth hanging open, hand
halfway between his face and his lap and at the ready.
"hihhh... huhhh..." Suddenly, he heard
footsteps outside, and the sound of the door opening frightened away Obi-Wan's
sneeze. He looked up, a wave of familiarity and understanding sweeping through
him. He stood. "Master!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, surprised to see Qui-Gon, of all
people, walking in. He was first pleased to see Qui-Gon, then suspicious. "Were
you checking up on me?" Obi-Wan pinched his nose but still snapped forward
under the force of the sneeze. "ihhKchh!"
Qui-Gon
laughed. "No. I simply wanted to visit with you. How are you?"
Obi-Wan
rolled his eyes in honesty. "I..." he began to respond, but cupped the
handkerchief to his nose again. Quickly, all as one word, "Ivegottosneeze." His
breath caught for a moment, then the build-up began. "hihhh-ihhhChooo!" He sighed deeply and looked up at his master
again. "I absolutely hate doing laundry," he complained. "Sniff! Sniff! I hate it."
Nodding, "I
know," he said, sounding genuinely sympathetic. "And I thought you might need
some cheering up." He waved his hand and the door lock clicked into place. Then
he walked over to Obi-Wan, catching the young man in a sudden kiss. A thumb
stroked the soft cheek and Obi-Wan leaned into the touch, craving more.
Encouraged,
Qui-Gon dropped to his knees and used both hands and his teeth to work on
untying and loosening the ties on Obi-Wan' leggings. The belt slid off, onto
the floor, and the leggings finally slid down strong thighs, revealing partial
excitement which was further helped along by Qui-Gon nuzzling his face into
Obi-Wan's crotch. He breathed warmly upon Obi-Wan's privates and added tongue
to make Obi-Wan gasp.
Obi-Wan was
not entirely relaxed or convinced, however. "But... but what if there's someone else
coming to do laundry? What if we hear someone coming? What if--"
"Padawan
Mine," said Qui-Gon, stroking Obi-Wan's head possessively. "The only I am
concerned about coming is you."
Though
still sniffling, Obi-Wan was grinning from ear to ear as Qui-Gon used the Force
to help pick Obi-Wan up. Qui-Gon spun around and deposited Obi-Wan on top of
the washing machine. Obi-Wan could feel the vibrations of the washer as they
penetrated his rear and filled the lower half of his body. The feeling was far
more arousing than he would have suspected.
Obi-Wan's
hands gripped the front edge of the machine as Qui-Gon slid off the rest of
Obi-Wan's clothes. And Obi-Wan rubbed at his nose as Qui-Gon began licking and
rubbing.
Even though
Qui-Gon concentrated on Obi-Wan's cock and balls, he had a way of making
Obi-Wan feel as though he were paying attention to all of Obi-Wan at the same
time. He stroked with sensuality and licked with love. And when his large hands
slid back and gripped Obi-Wan's asscheeks, and when he took Obi-Wan's length
into his mouth fully, Obi-Wan felt as though he was being hugged. He sat there,
savoring the attention as he was shaken gently by the washer.
"hehhh..." But the sneezes were still
there, as well. "hahhShooo!" His
mouth around Obi-Wan's cock, Qui-Gon's eyes gazed upwards in question. "Excuse
me," Obi-Wan said. "Sniff! Sniff! Sorry,
Master."
Qui-Gon
pulled back, quickly wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "There's no need to say
that," he said, shaking his head. "I do not want you to worry about it or say
anything about it. The only things I want to hear from you are words of
pleasure."
Obi-Wan
agreed and relaxed a bit, finding it easier to enjoy himself now that Qui-Gon
was not bothered by his sneezes. And though his breathing was still punctuated
with sniffles, the time in-between those sniffles was filled with groans and
moans and the sorts of words used only in the throes of fantastic love-making.
Qui-Gon
forced Obi-Wan's legs open so that he could get have better access. Obi-Wan's
balls rested right against the washing machine at that point and he groaned
happily. The vibrations were steady and soothing, filling him and fueling his
arousal. Qui-Gon greeted it with his mouth again, throat relaxed and tongue
strong. "That's it," Obi-Wan moaned three sucks later.
He put his
hand on Qui-Gon's head, helping to guide it back and forth. Qui-Gon's head
bobbed swiftly, eyes closed. "Oh yes... magnificent cuhhh..." His nose again. As frustrated as he was about his allergy
acting up, it paled in comparison to what magic Qui-Gon was performing. "K'TChuhhh! Sniff!" He rubbed his free
hand against his nose but remembered his promise not to apologize. Quickly he
did as Qui-Gon wanted. "Magnificent... cocksucking," he said, a sly smile on his
face. "That tongue... ohhh Master! Faster? Please?"
Qui-Gon
went faster. And faster. Almost impossibly faster. So fast and with the heat
and wet and whirring and vibrating and "Master!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, grabbing a
fistful of the thick brown hair and tugging. "Wait, I-- Oh Master, I'm so hard and ready!"
Only
seconds, or maybe less than that, away from coming, Qui-Gon stopped. He stopped
not because of Obi-Wan, but because the washer stopped. It broke their rhythm
and made Obi-Wan's heart sink right down to the bottom of his stomach. He'd
wanted a pause, but also badly wanted more. His loins felt empty and his body
felt still. His hips bucked uselessly and he felt a little bit of guilt and
shame. "Damnit," he said, rubbing at his nose.
Determined
to finish his padawan off one way or another, and knowing that a washer cycle
was half a dryer cycle, he kissed Obi-Wan again. "Not done yet," he promised.
He stroked Obi-Wan, and kissed again, reassuringly. Then he backed up and
dragged a small stool out from beneath the bench.
It was what
was commonly referred to by the padawans as the 'initiate block'. It was for
the younger and shorter younglings to stand on when doing the laundry, so they
could reach down inside the washer for every last sock. But it was also the perfect
height for two grown Jedi to stand on if they wanted to...
Obi-Wan
jumped down onto it and reached for Qui-Gon's leggings. Just the sight of his
master's excitement and the warmth of it against Obi-Wan's hand made Obi-Wan
groan with pleasure. As Obi-Wan rubbed, Qui-Gon gave a similar groan. "That's
it," he agreed, nodding, glad now that he hadn't been spoiled already. "Give me
your cock, Master. Fuck my ass hard with your hot, thick-- ah!"
Qui-Gon
spun Obi-Wan around and bent him over the dryer. Obi-Wan found its vibrations
to feel much different than the washer's. The shaking was stronger but uneven
as the load was tossed and spun around. And, with his cock and balls pressed
against it, and his Master taking him from behind, it was all Obi-Wan could do
to keep his mind.
"hahhh-ahhhShoo! Hahh-AHKshooo!" The
sneezes nearly compelled him to say something dirty now. But all he could
muster was a gasping. "Oh FORCE!" Qui-Gon fucked him harder, faster, deeper,
until they were both crying out with no way to tell who had started first or
ended last. All there was left was pleasure and the rocking of the dryer
beneath deep moans.
When it was
over, Qui-Gon carefully slid out and yanked his leggings back into place. But
Obi-Wan remained where he was, spread eagle, face down on the dryer. He was
panting and his nose was tickling. "ihh-KTChhh!"
Despite his sneeze, Obi-Wan still sighed. "I love doing the laundry," he said.
Qui-Gon
chuckled as he fumbled around in the large pockets of his robes to finally
withdraw a handkerchief. "Here, let me clean you off." He wiped gently at
Obi-Wan's nose, letting the man snuffle into it a little. Then he wiped
Obi-Wan's cock and mopped up the mess on the top of the dryer. "Can't have
lovely, clean clothes and a dirty padawan now, can I?" he joked.
"You can
clean all you like there," Obi-Wan said. "But I'm still plenty dirty."
"That's for
certain," Qui-Gon said, recalling vividly all that had so easily flowed from
Obi-Wan's mouth. He rewarded that mouth, however, with another kiss, just as
the dryer shut off, having finished its cycle. Then Qui-Gon helped Obi-Wan down
off the dryer but kept an arm around him for support as Obi-Wan snapped forward
with another sneeze.
"hihh-KShhhh!" He scrubbed at his nose a
little as he straightened back up. Then he opened up the dryer and rifled
through it until he found a handkerchief. It was clean and soft and incredibly
warm. The padawan sighed deeply as he wiped his nose with it.
Qui-Gon
reached into the dryer after him and pulled out some clothes, folding them
before placing them in the laundry basket. Obi-Wan shook his head. "No, Master.
The laundry is my duty. You don't need to do that."
"I didn't need
to come down here either," Qui-Gon pointed out as he took out a pair of
leggings- it didn't matter whose- and sniffed them to make sure they were
clean. They passed his test with flying colors and he busied himself folding
them up and placing them in the basket.
Obi-Wan,
meanwhile, looked on with a grin on his face. "Actually, Master..." he said. "We
were on that mission for over a week. Which meant going six whole days without having
each other or even touching each other." He moved close, pinning himself to
Qui-Gon's side and taking an undertunic from Qui-Gon's hands. "I've a feeling you
did need to come down here."
Qui-Gon did
not meet his gaze, but could not hide his smile as he took the ends of the tunic
and brought them up to fold it in half. As he did so, he closed his eyes and
leaned in, kissing Obi-Wan again.
Obi-Wan
tried not to ruin the kiss with his grin, but he could not help feeling elated
after such blissful sex and a good reward for his suffering and his
stunning-as-ever performance. He could not wait to finish up now in order to
get back up to the rooms and strip off these clothes to add them to the hamper
in the 'fresher. The next laundry day could not be soon enough now.