Fellatio, o Fellatio (Wherefore art thou, Fellatio?)

By 'chelle <monroe@globalnetisp.net> and  Pumpkin
<apumpkin@slashcity.org>

Archive: yes
Author's webpage: http://www.squidge.org/~pumpkin/
Category: humour, pwp
Rating: NC17
Warnings: none
Pairing: Q/O
Spoilers: none
Summary: Obi-Wan's fantasy finally comes true...sort of
Feedback -yes please.
Disclaimer: Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm, Lucasfilm
Notes: this is what happens when you put 'chelle, pumpkin and the shared
brain in the same room together -we had fun, we hope you do too :)

Fellatio, o Fellatio
(wherefore art thou, fellatio?)
by 'chelle and pumpkin

Obi-Wan was already hard, his shaft eager and throbbing; after months of anticipation -wonderful months filled with hours of making love with his master in every conceivable position but one- his most dearly held fantasy was about to be fulfilled. He lay back on the bed, watching from behind half-lidded eyes as his master finished undressing and approached the bed.

"How do you want me?" asked Obi-Wan, voice purring from deep inside.

"Um...on your back is fine."

"Nothing exotic?"

"You could suspend yourself using the Force. If you think you can maintain your concentration." His master's teasing tone promised pleasure, a great deal of pleasure. Obi-Wan's arousal rose another notch.

"This'll be fine, Master."

Qui-Gon knelt between his spread legs and Obi-Wan almost shivered with anticipation as his master leaned forward, brown hair cascading around Obi-Wan's groin. Several strands wrapped around his erection, making Obi-Wan whimper and spread his legs further apart. He could feel Qui-Gon's breath brush over his testicles and over his length as his master's hands slid along the inside of his thighs and up to his hips.

Then long, hot fingers were holding him down and a soft whisper of a kiss was placed on the base of his penis. Warm breath washed over his skin, but the tongue which followed it went lower, brushing against his scrotum. His testicles shifted in response to the pressure and Qui-Gon followed, his mouth closing over one and sucking softly.

Obi-Wan could feel the gentle mouthing down to his toes, his nerves tingling. He moaned in protest when his master stopped, but Qui-Gon soon had the other orb within the warm chamber of his mouth.

Unable to shift his hips, shaft hard and aching, Obi-Wan's world narrowed to the region between his hips.

Qui-Gon released him a second time and Obi-Wan started to protest but was cut short as Qui-Gon pulled a small piece of the skin surrounding his testicles into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. The bit of skin was released, another one taken.

Obi-Wan's hands tightened, gripping the sheets. As good as it felt, there were other locations he wanted to feel that mouth, parts of himself he wanted enclosed in his master's warmth.

"Patience, Padawan." His master's voice drifted up from between his legs. Obi-Wan snorted softly, but managed to force his hands to loose their hold on the bed covers.

His slight relaxation was short-lived as his master began to gently kiss his way up Obi-Wan's shaft, nuzzling the hard length and ending the caress with a long, slow swipe across the tip of his penis. He moved back to the base, tilting his head and sucking hard at the spot just above. Slowly he worked his way back to the top, tasting and sucking inch by careful inch.

Obi-Wan's hips bucked against his master's hands as Qui-Gon latched onto the spot just beneath the glans. Obi-Wan tossed his head from side to side, restless and needy. Qui-Gon's teasing felt so good, but he craved more, wanted to feel Qui-Gon's mouth surround his phallus, swallow it down to the root as he had taken in his lover more than once. Still Qui-Gon sucked and tongued the tender flesh beneath the tip.

"Please," begged Obi-Wan, hips held tight beneath Qui-Gon's hands. "Please," he begged again.

Qui-Gon relented, his mouth closing over the head of Obi-Wan's shaft. He held it in his mouth for a moment before he began alternating teasing flicks of his tongue with light sucking. Obi-Wan squirmed, wanting more contact. Qui-Gon's mouth slid a tiny bit lower, his tongue playing about the sides and head. Obi-Wan's hands moved down and tangled within Qui-Gon's long hair, silently urging his master to give him more.

The sucking increased in intensity, more of his shaft sliding into Qui-Gon's mouth His hips thrust upward, but Qui-Gon held him firmly in place, refusing to relinquish control. Another increase in suction and Obi-Wan groaned.

This was Qui-Gon: Qui-Gon's mouth, Qui-Gon's tongue, Qui-Gon's enveloping warmth. Obi-Wan had imagined it so many times, lying alone on his pallet, his hand stroking to the imaginary Qui-Gon's rhythm. The reality...the reality was so far beyond the fantasy that no comparison was possible.

Qui-Gon's mouth took him in a little farther, and then released him before sucking him in again. The rhythm slowly built, the suction increasing and Obi-Wan felt his blood singing through his veins, felt himself being pulled out of his body and into Qui-Gon's mouth. It was his deepest fantasy come true, it was more, so much more than he had imagined, than he could believe possible and any moment now he was going to-

"Wha?" he cried out as Qui-Gon's mouth left him, the air swirling coolly around his turgid flesh. A hand covered him, warm but not as warm as the haven he'd left. "Qui-Gon?" he moaned.

"I'm sorry, I...I needed a rest."

"A rest?"

"My mouth was tired."

"What?" Obi-Wan propped himself up by his elbows, looking down at the man who lay between his legs. He shook his head trying to clear it of the daze left by his master's mouth. "Did you just say your mouth was tired?"

His master shrugged, the movement brushing the long hair over Obi-Wan's genitals, making him shiver and wish his master would stop talking and go back to what he had been doing."

"If you'd come sooner, this wouldn't have come up."

"If I'd...Master, what's going on here? "

"It's hard work you know, Padawan, and my cheeks grew sore from all that suction."

"But...but you're a master!" exclaimed Obi-Wan, incredulous.

"A Master *Jedi*, Padawan, not a master fellator. Just as well I suppose," continued Qui-Gon to Obi-Wan's amazement, "I can't stand the taste anyway."

"What's wrong with the taste? I like the way you taste."

"Yes, but as you pointed out -I am a master."

Obi-Wan sat up, scooting back against the wall. "What does that have to do with it?"

"Some things get better with age."

"If that were true there'd be lines outside Yoda's door."

"Never ending ones," Qui-Gon concurred. "He's only good for once a night."

"Master!" Obi-Wan's shaft had begun to soften and he pulled the sheet over his midriff. "You can't be serious."

Qui-Gon's chuckle reassured him somewhat, though there was still the matter of their unfinished...business.

"What about," Obi-Wan waved in the general direction of his now semi-hard shaft.

"Why don't you just finish things off?" suggested Qui-Gon, hand moving in a gesture Obi-Wan had heretofore only seen duplicated among the younger padawans.

"*You* could," he suggested hopefully.

"To tell you the truth," replied his master, "I've always found my hand getting tired too. You know, for someone so young, it certainly takes a lot to bring you to completion."

"I thought that was supposed to be a good thing. I've never hand any complaints before. Come to think of it, you've never complained before. At least not when we're fucking"

"Now that you mention it, no I can't think of anything getting tired when you take me." Qui-Gon moved forward until he was straddling Obi-Wan. As he leaned in for a kiss, Qui-Gon let his lower body drop, pressing his buttocks against his padawan's hips.

Obi-Wan's genitals came back to life, his penis hardening once more beneath the hot weight of his master's body. Obi-Wan moaned and bucked his hips, hands ineffectively pulling at the sheet between them. Qui-Gon chuckled and moved to his side, but before Obi-Wan could respond his master ripped off the sheet and straddled him once more.

As their bodies met, Qui-Gon's hand fell back to take Obi-Wan's length and guide it into his opening.

"Master?" Obi-Wan gasped, pleasure mingling with confusion at the unexpected change in activity. Usually this was something for which they prepared carefully.

"The Force has many uses, Padawan."

Obi-Wan could only groan in agreement as Qui-Gon's descending weight forced him deeper inside his master. Energy flowed around his erection, passing from Qui-Gon's flesh to his, increasing space between them and bringing them together at the same time.

His shaft brushed his master's prostate and Qui-Gon arched back. With his hair flowing around his shoulders and his entire body straining with effort he looked primal. Beautiful and primal.

The legs on either side of his hips tensed as Qui-Gon raised himself and Obi-Wan met his descent eagerly, hips bucking in a strong upward thrust. His master's moans as Obi-Wan again hit his prostate inflamed Obi-Wan and he met each downward rush of Qui-Gon's body with increasing strength.

Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan's hands and brought them to his hips. Obi-Wan planted his feet against the bed, and, holding his master's hips, guiding the rhythm, he began to thrust up into the beloved body, using his grip on the angular hips to bring Qui-Gon's body down with some force.

Qui-Gon was moaning, body arching every time that Obi-Wan's shaft moved against his prostate. The fierce, tight heat of his master's body enclosed Obi-Wan's penis, caressing it as he moved himself in and out. Their breathing grew harsh from the effort, the sound adding to the stimulus that scraped sharply along Obi-Wan's nerves and down his spine, settling in his balls.

Still they continued to move together, bodies pushing further, longer than those not Force-blessed could have tolerated and even as they continued to move Obi-Wan could feel his pleasure meld with his master's joining them with more than just bodies.

Obi-Wan wasn't sure whose orgasm started first, but they were both coming. He continued to thrust, pushing forward with each pulse of semen that left his body. Qui-Gon was unmoving above him, frozen except for his jerking shaft which was covering Obi-Wan's chest with fluid.

Finally, Qui-Gon lay forward, the action pulling Obi-Wan's shaft part-way out of his body. Warm lips were pressed against his and Obi-Wan pressed back, his arms circling his master's shoulders.

Reluctantly letting him go, Obi-Wan's arms slid slowly from around Qui-Gon's body. He sighed softly as Qui-Gon shifted, easing himself completely off Obi-Wan's slowly softening shaft.

They lay next to each other, arms holding, hands gently stroking sweat-soaked, sated flesh. Pushing aside Qui-Gon's hair, Obi-Wan nuzzled his lover's neck, too languid to do more. He was nearly asleep before the sensual stupor had worn off enough for him to remember the odd conversation that had interrupted their lovemaking and the abrupt change of direction that had followed.

Propping his head on his hand, Obi-Wan looked down on his master. "Qui-Gon," he called softly.

"Mm?" Qui-Gon's reply sounded more asleep than awake.

"I have a question."

"Umhm."

"About what happened earlier."

One blue eye opened to gaze at him and then Qui-Gon cleared his throat. "Go ahead, Padawan."

Obi-Wan thought a moment, wondering where to being. Finally he spoke.

"Is Master Yoda really only good for once a night?

End.