The Ondarian Virus

Part 27


This part's rating: R

See part 0 for full header

Additional Notes: This part has a *slight* reference to my unfinished 'fiasco on an off world mission' fic. Nothing that would make you want to skip over it... I just thought I should mention this here.



      Qui-Gon wrung the washcloth out over the bowl of cool water. The drops fell upon the surface, causing the quickly melting ice cubes to rock back and forth within. He pressed the cloth to Obi-Wan's chest and Obi-Wan sighed.


     He shivered a little at the temperature. "Feels great," he muttered, his eyes closed. Obi-Wan had a handkerchief pressed to his nose. While his fever had gone down, his sneezing had, in fact, increased. "huhhhhhhhh..." He pressed the folded square harder against his nose. "HUHHH!" He inhaled, waiting, expecting. He let the breath out slowly and took a few more breaths. Glad to have kept the handkerchief against his nose, he sneezed. "HUHKShhhhhhh! ehh-ehhh-KUShhoo!"


     Qui-Gon had pulled the cloth away to give Obi-Wan room to breathe and to sneeze. He re-wet it and wrung it out again while he waited for Obi-Wan to finish blowing his nose. Then he wiped the cloth across Obi-Wan's smooth, built chest.


     This was his fifth sponge bath since the rise of his temperature, and both knew it was one he did not really need. But when Obi-Wan suggested a fifth, Qui-Gon had immediately obliged, finding comfort in the routine that clearly made Obi-Wan feel better.


     In this case he was feeling a lot better, and it showed. As Qui-Gon ran the cloth over Obi-Wan's warm skin, he purposefully rubbed the side of his arm against Obi-Wan's growing erection. Obi-Wan winced happily and smiled. "Mmm," Qui-Gon murmured, stroking Obi-Wan's chest with the cool cloth. "Maybe we should have taken your temperature," Qui-Gon said playfully. He touched his hand to Obi-Wan's cheeks, then his forehead. "I don't think you are quite as hot now."


     "Oh," Obi-Wan said, shaking his head. "I'm hot now. Maybe even hotter."


     Qui-Gon gave him a look of mock concern. "I am sorry to hear that," he said softly, dropping the washcloth back into the bowl. Meanwhile he leaned over Obi-Wan on the bed and kissed him gently. His lips played against Obi-Wan's, teasing out the younger man's tongue. He pulled back every few seconds, his breaths hot against Obi-Wan's face, as he gave Obi-Wan room to breathe during this as well. When the kiss was finished, Qui-Gon grinned. "Hotter, are you?" he asked.


     Obi-Wan nodded.


     Qui-Gon sat back up, momentarily glancing towards Obi-Wan's crotch. Obi-Wan was clearly enjoying himself. "I suppose I will have to help, hmm?" He dipped his hand into the bowl to retrieve the washcloth. "Now relax and close your eyes."


     As usual, Obi-Wan obeyed. His skin began to tingle expectantly, waiting for the cold cloth to touch it. When the touch did not come, he became a bit concerned and a bit suspicious. He did not open his eyes, and he tried to remain patient. But after twenty-seven days with a cold his patience was running thin indeed. Not to mention that he craved his master's attention and affection just now.


     He was momentarily distracted by another tickle in his nose. Blindly, Obi-Wan refolded his handkerchief and held it over his nose. "uhhh... ihhh-HEHShhhh!" He coughed then gasped for breath and sneezed again. "IHHH-Kuffff!" At least his sneezes came roughly when he expected them to. There had been a bit of build-up but nothing too frustrating.


     Not at all in the mood for waiting, Obi-Wan was glad for that. He tried to be patient with Qui-Gon, guessing it might be some sort of test to be sure he was well enough for the fun he so desperately wanted. But the more he waited, the more his skin crawled and tingled. He was hot. Sweating. Almost panting. If nothing happened, he would be forced to take matters into his own hands just to get relief.


     Obi-Wan gasped. Suddenly, just when he began doubting, he had felt something cold strike his chest. Not chilled like the washcloth and not cool like Qui-Gon's hands, but cold... and wet... like ice. Obi-Wan's eyes flew open as he realized the slick thing Qui-Gon was rubbing against him was one of the half-melted ice cubes. All thoughts of sex were immediately lost to him.


     He tried to wriggle away and pull back, but Qui-Gon held him down. Qui-Gon slid the ice cube around Obi-Wan's body, up to his neck, making Obi-Wan shake with chills, then down one arm at Obi-Wan's side and over onto his hip. Obi-Wan could not restrain a worried whimper as the ice cube came close to his now flaccid member. But his master was not cruel and hardly paused at Obi-Wan's crotch. Instead, it made its way across Obi-Wan's waist and down the opposite thigh and leg.


     After a while, Qui-Gon took his hand off it and used the Force to guide it along. The ice cube stood no chance against Obi-Wan's body heat and melted far too quickly. When it was gone, Qui-Gon set his hand which had held the ice cube on one of Obi-Wan's pecs. He touched the center of his palm to one of Obi-Wan's nipples.


     Another gasp escaped Obi-Wan at the extreme cold against such a sensitive part of his body. The hand slid downwards until fingertips were against the nipple, moving in a small circle. It made Obi-Wan moan with pleasure. Qui-Gon kissed him again, then moved his hand over to the other nipple, while he raised his other hand. He moved it closer to Obi-Wan's crotch and Obi-Wan's eyes widened.


     "Baster... doe... I cad't..." He shook his head and tried to move away again, but Qui-Gon held him down again.


     "I thought you wanted this," Qui-Gon said playfully. "You were hot remember?"


     "I dow but... but..." Obi-Wan squirmed helplessly. The cold which had come with the ice cube lingered still. However, he could have handled more. And with Qui-Gon fingering his nipples in turn he was certainly hot again. But when Qui-Gon's hand came close to his crotch, he shook his head. "Dod't, Qui!" Obi-Wan begged. He tensed up, realizing his master was going to touch him no matter what he said.


     Qui-Gon chuckled and closed his hand around Obi-Wan's soft cock. His hand was not cold at all but surprisingly warm. Obi-Wan sighed. "I had you going, didn't I?" Qui-Gon chuckled. "I wouldn't have done that to you, you know. Especially not sick like this." Obi-Wan grinned and nodded.


     As Qui-Gon rubbed his cock, he slowly hardened. He closed his eyes with another deep sigh. "Ohhhh Qui..." He squirmed happily this time, enjoying the sensations rushing through him. Just as the ice cube had made him tingle, the way Qui-Gon was touching him made him tingle, only this was more powerful.


     And when he sat up to go for Qui-Gon's waist band, Qui-Gon shook his head. "This is just for you, this time." He paused, noticing Obi-Wan needed to sneeze again.


     The tingle in Obi-Wan's nose was equally powerful now. He turned onto his side, trying to catch his breath as he panted into his handkerchief. His hand off Obi-Wan's chest now, rubbed Obi-Wan's upper arm instead. "uhhh... Just a-hahhh... a secod... huh-uhhhKShooo! EhhhKShhhooo! hehhhTChhhhhh!" He curled a bit as he sniffled afterwards. "Sorry," he whispered, and shivered.


     "Not a problem," Qui-Gon soothed, rubbing Obi-Wan's bare arm. He kissed Obi-Wan's upper arm and then slid up behind Obi-Wan. He pulled the blankets up over them both, then wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan from behind. "If you need to stop, we can just cuddle," he told his padawan.


     Obi-Wan shook his head and leaned back into his master. "I did't ask you to give be adother spodge bath just for cuddling." Qui-Gon's hand slipped down, finding Obi-Wan's crotch again. "Besides... it's hot here udder the covers with you."


     "You're hot again?" Qui-Gon asked playfully, scooping up Obi-Wan's balls and giving them a tickling sort of squeeze. Obi-Wan tensed up at once, then let a deep breath out slowly with a nod. "Poor thing." Qui-Gon nibbled at Obi-Wan's earlobe and nuzzled into his neck, hair, and braid. In an effort to relieve Obi-Wan's present discomfort, Qui0Gon began stroking Obi-Wan again.


     They were rapid, determined strokes. His legs bent, sliding up against Obi-Wan's entirely, matching his curves, matching his form. He stroked Obi-Wan as though he were stroking himself. He matched his breathing to his padawan's, his chest pressing against Obi-Wan's back when Obi-Wan's chest rose. When Obi-Wan's hips began bucking and he began thrusting hard into Qui-Gon's fist, Qui-Gon found his own hips jerking forward in unison, as though guiding Obi-Wan.


     Qui-Gon closed his eyes, sensing his padawan's needs and anticipating. He carefully moved his hand against Obi-Wan to accommodate. So in tune with Obi-Wan was he that Qui-Gon's nose even tickled a little when Obi-Wan felt the need to sneeze. He slowed his strokes but did not stop completely when Obi-Wan sneezed.


     "IhhhhHITChhhhh! EhFshhhhh!" Obi-Wan snapped forward but leaned back into Qui-Gon with a deep sigh afterwards.


     "Feels okay still?" Qui-Gon whispered warmly into Obi-Wan's ear. He did not want to stop, but would if Obi-Wan wanted him to. He simply wanted a reply before he sped up his strokes again.


     "Feels so great," Obi-Wan replied, closing his eyes. "Blease fidish be off."


     As usual, Qui-Gon obeyed. He stroked with one hand and hugged Obi-Wan close with the other as the younger man tensed and cried out from his pleasure. And he kissed Obi-Wan gently on the cheek once the feeling had passed.


     "Thadk you," Obi-Wan said with a sigh. He shifted a little and smiled. "Think I bight deed sobe cleadig ub after this."


     Qui-Gon hugged him, then glanced back at the washcloth and bowl. "Fortunately, I have equipment for a sponge bath right here at hand."


     "How fortudate ideed," Obi-Wan said, nodding. Though that would normally do much to help cool him down after all of this, he suspected this wouldn't be his last sponge bath that turned out to be more sensual than practical.