The Ondarian Virus

Part 25

This part's rating: NC-17

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     Obi-Wan's afternoon nap was disturbed by the urge to sneeze. Even if the lotion made his nose feel better in the long run, it did nothing to decrease his need to sneeze. If anything, he felt like sneezing more just because psychologically he knew it was on. Obi-Wan woke, breathing heavily with congestion and reached immediately for a handkerchief. "hehh-heh-CHIII! huhCHEE! EhhhShiii!" He rubbed his nose into the handkerchief and coughed from his increased congestion. "Thig I feel worse thad I did before I wedt to sleeb!" Obi-Wan complained to himself after blowing his nose.

     It was clear his cold did not want him to sleep any more. The congestion made his head hurt and something inside his ears pound. He felt like coughing, sniffling, and sneezing all at the same time. Though it was the sneezes that won out. "huh-IHKShhhh! huhhTchhh!" He blew his nose again and turned his now awake attention towards Qui-Gon.

     When he had fallen asleep, Qui-Gon had been out, but now he sensed his master was back home. Not only back home, but from the sound of it, in the shower. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and reached out to sense his master. Qui-Gon's shields were up nearly all the way.

     Feeling just as interested in the warm, steam-filled 'fresher as seeing his master, Obi-Wan grabbed a handkerchief and headed into the 'fresher. The shower door was fogged up, as was the mirror, indicating that Qui-Gon had been in for some time already. The steam felt warm against his skin, and he was delighted that it felt so very good. Obi-Wan leaned against the wall with a sigh as the steam filled his lungs. He took a few deep breaths, then quietly blew his runny nose again.

     If Qui-Gon had heard, he said nothing about Obi-Wan's condition or presence. So Obi-Wan remained, breathing in the steam slowly. The moist heat made him relax and want to curl up on the floor and go back to sleep.

     A soft moan caught Obi-Wan's attention at once. The moan was quickly followed by a breathy, "Oh, Obi!" Obi-Wan froze, realizing suddenly what it was his master was doing in the shower and that he wasn't calling out to Obi-Wan so much as calling out Obi-Wan's name.

     Obi-Wan froze, wondering why he hadn't guessed this before. Usually Qui-Gon only took sonic showers, especially when Obi-Wan was asleep. Qui-Gon was always so considerate as to not want to wake his padawan. There was only one real reason Qui-Gon took a real shower.

     Smiling, Obi-Wan felt himself go hard at the realization and the images that sprang to his mind. He could imagine his master swaying along with his grunts just feet away behind the fogged-up shower door. Though he wanted to join in, he knew Qui-Gon enjoyed his times alone as well. And he remembered how his master had hung back days ago to watch and listen just as Obi-Wan was doing now.

     Unfortunately, the tickle in his nose made it difficult for him to stay completely silent while observing. He pinched his nose through his handkerchief, using it to muffle the sound of his heavy breaths as the sneeze built. "ehhh... ihhh..." He was quiet, and heard no break in his master's moans. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and clenched his teeth tightly. He took in a sharp breath and tried to hold it. But he snapped forward with two silent, stifled sneezes.

     He exhaled deeply after the second and released his hold on his nose to blow. Suddenly a third sprang up and he only half held it in. "Ershh!"

     The moaning stopped immediately and the shower door slid open. Along with a cloud of smoke, Qui-Gon's head poked out of the shower stall. "Obi-Wan?" He blinked, his pupils shrinking now that his eyes were open again. "I did not hear you," he said quickly. "I mean, I obviously just heard you but I did not hear you come in. Are you all right? Did you need to speak with me?"

     With his nose buried in his handkerchief, Obi-Wan shook his head. He did need to blow his nose still, but it wasn't going to sound good. And he owed his master an explanation, considering Qui-Gon had gone soft already with worry. "I just cabe id for the stuh... steab." His nose was running thickly and he couldn't sniff it away or talk around it. He turned to the side and blew his nose hard several times before he tried again. "I woke ub add could't breathe. But thed I heard you add rebebered the other day add..."

     Qui-Gon slowly smiled. "And you couldn't stay quiet to watch," he said. Obi-Wan nodded. "Do you only just want to watch?" Qui-Gon asked timidly. "Because the steam is far better in here." He coughed. "But if you're feeling too tired and stuffy to--"

     Obi-Wan tore off his shirt. He pulled down his pants, taking his socks with it, and slipped into the shower with Qui-Gon. The hot water struck his skin and made him sigh. He stood beneath it for a moment, letting it rush against his chest. Then he turned and let it pound against his back. "Can you breathe more easily now?" Qui-Gon asked tenderly, moving against Obi-Wan's front and running his hands down Obi-Wan's sides.

     Obi-Wan shrugged. "Thig I should stay a little loger." He sniffled and rubbed a hand under his nose. Then he turned his face back towards the spray. "huhh-CHUHH! hehhChehhh!" He coughed and sniffled again, looking back at Qui-Gon. "That is, if that's okay with you."

     "Of course it's okay." Qui-Gon said, turning his head down against the stream of water to kiss Obi-Wan. He crushed the man's lips against his own, then pushed him back, pinning him against the damp tile wall. Obi-Wan's body would have slipped against it if not for Qui-Gon's hands on the small of his back, holding him steady. As they kissed, the hands slid down and gripped Obi-Wan's arse.

     Obi-Wan's hand reached up and cupped it against Qui-Gon's cheek and jaw, signaling Qui-Gon to keep kissing until he ran out of breath and could not breathe through his nose to continue the kiss. He pushed Qui-Gon back a little, but then his hand slid down Qui-Gon's chest. His master's chest hairs could barely be felt beneath his fingertips because of the water. Quite clearly he could feel the pert nipples, however, and teased one of them.

     Qui-Gon gasped and grinned, pulling back from Obi-Wan in surprise. "Padawan..." he warned, already hard again. He shook his head, clearly a bit embarrassed at how little effort it took to turn him on. A few small touches and a naked, wet Obi-Wan before him and he wasn't sure how long he could hold out.

     Grinning, Obi-Wan's hand made its way back down to Qui-Gon's crotch and reassured the hard-on with a few pets that he was glad to see it. "You've taked care of be these last five weeks," Obi-Wan whispered, thinking about his master comforting him on the couch the previous morning. All the other instances sprang to Obi-Wan's mind, and he was filled with warmth. "Dow, let be take care of you." He gave Qui-Gon's cock a firmer stroke then kissed the nape of his neck.

     Qui-Gon purred and leaned into Obi-Wan. "So glad you woke up stuffy," he murmured, his eyes closing. His large hands tightened on Obi-Wan's arse cheeks. "I so wanted this."

     Understanding, Obi-Wan nodded, his tongue moving up and down along with the nod as it wet his master's already wet collarbone. He knew his master would never ask it of him when Obi-Wan was sick like this. But given willingly... "Ohhhh, Obi!" Obi-Wan knew his master would enjoy this. Though it wasn't as though he wasn't going to enjoy it either.

     He stroked Qui-Gon's cock smoothly but rapidly. Then Obi-Wan bent a leg, running his knee and thigh up alongside the outside of his master's thigh. He leaned in close, pressing himself closer into Qui-Gon's front. Qui-Gon took the hint and lifted Obi-Wan up. His other foot left the floor, and his legs wrapped around Qui-Gon's middle. Qui-Gon supported Obi-Wan's weight, using the wall to keep him upright.

     He tilted his head and kissed Obi-Wan again, harder and shorter than before. Obi-Wan attempted to inhale through his nose, though he did not get far. The younger man's shoulders rose as he pressed into the kiss, moving his lips against his master's. His hands slid up Qui-Gon's chest. They rubbed at the older man's shoulders then closed against Qui-Gon's back, just below his neck. He was secure now.

     At this, Qui-Gon knew it was time to ready his padawan who was hard but not quite ready. With his hands still holding Obi-Wan up, he craned his neck and brought his head down. His tongue licked playfully at the tip of Obi-Wan's cock. It stroked the dimple, making Obi-Wan shudder with delight. He could not take Obi-Wan in his mouth completely, due to the fact that he was inches taller than his padawan. But he made up for it with the skill of his tongue. As his lips moved up and down Obi-Wan's cock, his tongue swirled around, teasing the head.

     Obi-Wan moaned happily and pushed himself back against the wall to give Qui-Gon a better angle of entry. Sensing how ready both were, Qui-Gon took the opportunity and eased himself in. The water made him slick, though it was still rougher than usual. Until he began thrusting, however, as Obi-Wan loosened and his own cock provided a bit more lubrication. He quickened his pace, both with his mouth and his cock, breathing hard through his nose.

     Obi-Wan breathed hard, too, pushing the back of his head against the wall and looking up at the shower nozzle a foot or two above him. His sight went fuzzy and his eyes half closed. He couldn't tell if it was the sneeze trying to work its way out of him or the incredible sensations rushing through him, but he couldn't catch his breath or keep control of himself. He gasped and closed his eyes, feeling his master sliding into him and knowing from that he would be all right.

     He sneezed wetly, turning his head to the side as he did so. "HEHKShhhhh! Ehhh... uhhhh... HUHTChhhhh!" He shook when he sneezed and Qui-Gon groaned. Obi-Wan was quick to apologize, albeit breathlessly as the groan in the back of his master's throat had made his cock there tingle. "Sorry." He sniffed. "I'll try to hold theb back."

     Qui-Gon pulled his head up a little, his tongue darting around the head of Obi-Wan's cock as though drawing pictures upon in. It kept Obi-Wan on his toes, and made him reach out, trying hard to anticipate the next move. Qui-Gon was sure Obi-Wan was having difficulty doing so and slowed his movements there, though kept pounding into Obi-Wan hard and steadily. "Don't apologize," he said. "I love when you shake like that." He kissed Obi-Wan's cock. "Love when you move against me." And kissed again. "Love when you apologize for making me feel so absolutely delightful."

     Obi-Wan chuckled, which made him cough a little. The steam was helping, though. He was sure he wouldn't be able to pant with excitement even half so much without the steam treatment. He gave a thrust upward, slipping away from Qui-Gon's cock in order to signal Qui-Gon to resume.

     Resume Qui-Gon did, shoving himself back into Obi-Wan with a grunt. He took Obi-Wan back in his mouth, doing all the work so as not to exhaust his sick padawan. It was quite pleasurable work, though, and Obi-Wan did not mind giving control to his master who was definitely a master in this as well. Not to mention that he felt another sneeze coming on.

     "Qui..." he panted, closing his eyes. "I... I'b goig to..."

     "Me too!" Qui-Gon moaned with desperation and quickened to an almost impossible pace.

     His eyes closed, he shook his head. The strong sensations filled him from somewhere deep inside, somewhere where Qui-Gon was pushing at him at the moment. "Doe." He tried to get it out before it was too late. "Doe, I bead I'b goig... goig to sdeh... ehh-hehhhhhh..." Qui-Gon groaned in anticipation, making Obi-Wan thrust harder into his mouth. "hehh-SHIHHH! ehhhKShhhh! huhh-huhh-HEHTshhhhh! EhhhKshhhh!"

     The first sneeze was all it took to shake Qui-Gon so perfectly that he came. He groaned in ecstasy, stiffening and pushing hard into Obi-Wan. When he finished sneezing, Obi-Wan came as well, the warmth of his master filling him from the inside out. Qui-Gon slid out in time and held Obi-Wan in place still while taking the younger man's cock in his mouth completely. He swallowed as well as he could, breathing heavily still.

     When Obi-Wan slumped forward with a sigh and a cough, he lowered, Obi-Wan to his feet. He kept an arm around Obi-Wan to steady him, and pulled his padawan to his side beneath the stream of the shower. The water streamed down onto them, cleaning them, relaxing them. Obi-Wan snuggled into Qui-Gon's side and sighed. "Did the steam help after all?" Qui-Gon asked.

     Obi-Wan nodded. "The steab, yes. Helbed. So glad I woke ub stuffy." Qui-Gon hugged him tighter.