Title: Physical Therapy
By Keelywolfe (keelywolfe@aol.com)
Rating: NC-17 


Summary: A little accident leads to ..umm..therapy?

Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just borrowing. 

Note: All my stories have been so depressing lately I just wrote this 
to cheer myself up! Apologies to who ever it is that does that 
'Sunscreen' song, from which I borrowed the first line.

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Take care of your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone. I'm not 
sure where I heard that particular gem of wisdom but I learned the 
truth of it on a mission with my master on the planet Tel'lar.

The people were in the middle of a violent political upheaval and my 
master and I were in the process of chasing down a group of dissidents 
who had tried to blow up the main senate hall. 

Even with the pouring rain and treacherously muddy ground we were 
gaining on them when we came to a wide trench in the ground. Ordinarily 
it wouldn't have been a problem. I've leapt further distances under 
worse circumstances, but in this case I made a slight miscalculation. I 
didn't take the mud-slick ground into account and the second my feet 
touched the embankment they flew out from under me and sent me tumbling 
backwards into the trench.

That's the last I remember of it, falling backwards and a burst of hot 
orange light blooming in my head. After that, nothing until I woke in 
the infirmary on Coruscant. I heard the rest of the story from the 
nursing staff. 

My Master had seen me fall and used the Force to catch me and haul me 
back up. He took me back to the Palace before again going after the 
little band of renegades. Learning that he had caught them, no thanks 
to me, filled me with a mixture of relief and embarrassment. That was 
all the nurses would tell me before they put me back to sleep and by 
then I was more than agreeable.

When I woke again Qui-Gon was there. I wasn't sure whether to be 
pleased or wary but he didn't reprimand me, only apologized for not 
being there when I had first awoke. He had been with the Council giving 
his report and since I hadn't been on my deathbed they had demanded 
that he come. 

He couldn't stay long but before the healers chased him out he told me 
that when I was better we would work on some balance exercises. Oh, 
joy.

I found out, to my surprise, that the deathbed hadn't been as far away 
as I'd thought. That last bright light I'd seen had been from me 
hitting my head on something on my way down the ravine, probably a 
rock, and I'd managed to fracture my skull. Qui-Gon's getting me back 
to the Palace as quickly as he had had saved my life, yet another debt 
to Qui-Gon that I can add to my collection. Still, it could have been 
worse, I could have broken my neck. 

I'd also done a nice job on one of my knees, torn ligaments and 
muscles, a whole list of them that I did not particularly want to 
remember. It was bad enough that it hurt like the blazes, I didn't need 
to categorize every ache. 

A few days in the infirmary I was declared well enough to be released 
into my master's care, with a warning that my knee was going to be 
stiff and tender for some time and that Master Qui-Gon would be helping 
me go through some therapeutic exercises. 

Lucky me.

Stiff and tender, as it turns out, was not quite accurate description. 
Stiff was close enough, I couldn't even bend my knee at first although 
after a few trips to the therapy room (or the torture chamber as I was 
starting to call it privately) that stiffness was easing.

No, it was the word 'tender' I objected to; saying that my knee was 
tender was like saying that the galaxy was big or that Coruscant was 
crowded. No, no, 'tender' was not the right word. 'Painful' worked a 
little better, but I think 'agonizing' was probably the best 
description. Every little therapy session we went through was 
absolutely agonizing, so much so that at the end of each session I had 
helpless tears streaming down my cheeks and I could barely hobble back 
to my quarters. Agonizing enough that I began to dread my therapy and I 
flinched whenever Qui-Gon touched my knee, even lightly.

After one particularly grueling session I was walking back to our 
quarters with my master. All right, -he- was walking. In my case, 
limping was probably closer to the truth, although I hid it as well as 
I could until I got back to my own room. I managed to strip down to my 
shorts before I collapsed on my bed and let the tears I'd been holding 
back flow. 

Not two minutes after I'd closed the door it was opened again by my 
master, who walked right in without even an 'excuse me'. I sat up, 
scrubbing at my face hastily with the back of my hand but Qui-Gon said 
nothing. He simple walked over to the bed, carrying a decent sized 
basin and he sat it on the floor before kneeling down next to the bed.

He still didn't speak but he lifted something from the basin. A towel? 
He wrung out the excess water before settling it on my knee. 

I'd already pulled away a tiny bit out of reflex but the second the wet 
heat from that towel registered I nearly melted into the bed. Nothing 
had ever felt as wonderful to me as that damp, hot towel did at that 
moment. I nearly moaned aloud as some of the ever-present pain in my 
knee finally eased.

For the next half-hour or so neither of us spoke. Qui-Gon changed the 
towels every time they grew cool, working quietly and efficiently and I 
just lay there as limp as a rag doll. A rampaging bantha could have 
burst in at that moment and I would have had to let it trample me 
because I couldn't move to save my life.

And then the towels were removed and my pleasure reached a new zenith 
as Qui-Gon's hands replaced them. His fingers were slick with some kind 
of sweet smelling oil that he must have brought with him and they moved 
over my leg knowingly, touching in just the right spots to ease tension 
and pain. I did groan then but by then, I was too far-gone to care.

This, however, wasn't exactly as relaxing as the towels had been. In 
fact, then tension in my knee was turning into an entirely different 
kind of tension.

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not exactly innocent and neither am I 
blind. My master is an extremely attractive man, a fact that I became 
aware of about five years ago when puberty hit. I'd hid my attraction 
then and I was still hiding it now even though it was plain that lust 
had over the years changed into something a lot closer to love. I 
couldn't speak of it, not while I was still his Padawan, it wouldn't be 
appropriate and the last thing I wanted to do was say something and 
have it turn out that Qui-Gon didn't feel the same and then have him be 
stuck training me, knowing how I felt. I would never want to put my 
master into that position. 

And while my feeling may have turned towards love, lust hadn't faded 
one damn bit and if he didn't stop rubbing my leg I was going to 
embarrass myself beyond repair. 

I leaned up on my elbows and tried to pull away but Qui-on refused to 
release me. 

"I'm almost finished, Padawan," he murmured, his attention focused 
solely on his task. I was about to insist but he chose that moment to 
slide his hand further up my leg and massaged the muscles of my inner 
thigh. And then it really was too late.

I closed my eyes, contemplating the possibility of terminal 
embarrassment as my body betrayed me. But Qui-Gon didn't notice or at 
least he was too polite to say anything because he didn't even pause, 
just calmly continued working out the knots in my leg.

Maybe he just thought it was a reaction to being touched? I clung to 
that theory hopefully. After all, his hands were quite near a fairly 
sensitive area and a physical response doesn't mean that much.  

In fact, a response was almost guaranteed considering where he was 
touching now. His fingers had gentled considerably and now they were 
rubbing tiny circles on my inner thigh, edging slowly upward. 

I held my breath, hardly aware that I was doing so. He couldn't help 
but see my erection now his fingers were only centimeters away and 
moving closer still. I waited, holding perfectly still as if afraid 
that if I moved the spell would be broken. How far was he going to take 
this?

His hands halted a moment later and I exhaled shakily, unsure if I was 
relieved or disappointed.

"Obi-Wan?"

It was only the second time he'd spoken since coming into my room and 
it startled me a bit. I opened my eyes to find him watching me, his 
hands still resting on my thighs and my breath caught again at the 
question in the blue depths of his eyes, the same question that had 
been hidden in the syllables of my name. 

He was asking permission.

Probably a few thousand questions flew through my mind, some of them 
for Qui-Gon and some for myself. A thousand questions but only one 
answer.

I nodded and just in case he didn't see that I forced a hoarse, "Yes," 
out of my suddenly tight throat.

His fingers resumed their journey upward, lightly stroking my belly, my 
hips, my flanks anywhere but where I wanted him to touch and I closed 
my eyes as a frustrated whimper escaped my control.

Finally just one finger traced the length of my hard shaft through the 
thin fabric of my shorts and I had to fight the urge to arch upward, 
letting him set the pace. 

His hand left me abruptly and then both his hands went to my hips, 
urging me to lift up and he quickly tugged my shorts down, leaving me 
completely bare. And then Qui-Gon's oil-slicked hands were finally 
touching me, one circling my cock and the other sliding between my 
spread legs to gently stroke my balls, his fingers combing through the 
coarse hair. I bit my lip, stifling pleas that bubbled up within me as 
he petted my heavy erection oh, so gently. 

Then the hand on my shaft tightened, squeezing gently as it slid upward 
and against my will my hips followed it, arching up and I could not 
have prevented it anymore than I could have stopped the hoarse cry that 
was wrenched from my constricting throat. 

He stopped instantly, the hand that was between my legs shifting to my 
hip to hold me firmly down. 

"Obi-Wan, if you want your knee to get better you are going to have to 
relax and hold still," he scolded me. But how could I, how -could- I 
hold still when his hand was stroking me with exquisite slowness, 
stopping if I moved even the tiniest bit until I thought I would 
rupture something trying to hold still or simple pass out, completely 
overwhelmed by sensation. 

I was lucky that he didn't hold my wild trembling against me because 
nothing short of unconsciousness was going to stop that. After only a 
few minutes of those slow, careful touches, I was shaking so badly that 
the bed was quivering with me. My world had narrowed to hold only this 
room, to Qui-Gon's oiled hand squeezing my aching flesh, his other hand 
resting lightly on my hip and the almost irresistible desire to -move-.

And just when I would have broken, my willpower burned away by the heat 
of my need and I would have moved in spite of myself, he stopped, 
pulling away completely.

No. It wasn't fair, it wasn't and I closed my eyes so tightly that they 
hurt, my breaths coming in painful heaves as I struggled for control. I 
couldn't move not even enough to touch myself and I didn't want my 
release that way besides. I just lay there, biting my lip until I 
tasted the bitter copper of blood to hold back the scream of betrayal 
and frustration that was caught behind my teeth.

I was so caught up in the agony of my unfulfillment that I only heard 
the faint rustling sound vaguely, in some sane corner of my mind and I 
only realized that it was from clothing dropping to the floor when I 
felt warm, bare skin against my own. 

My eyes flew open to see my master kneeling on the bed, moving to 
straddle me and he was completely and gloriously naked. And very 
aroused. I had seen Qui-Gon naked before but never like this, his cock 
hard and crimson, curving up his belly, the tip glistening wetly and 
certainly he had never been on his knees astride me, except perhaps in 
my wildest fantasies. 

"Master..." was all I managed to whisper and I wasn't completely sure 
what I had even meant to say, if I'd meant to plead with him to 
continue or to ask if this was really what he wanted, that he wasn't 
just doing this for me. But I certainly never considered asking him to 
stop, never that.

And then my chance to speak was lost, Qui-Gon leaned forward and kissed 
me, pressed his lips to mine with the same tenderness that he had 
started this with, although in my frustration I was closer to calling 
teasing than tenderness. His tongue very lightly traced my lips, 
brushed against my teeth before he pulled back, feathering kisses 
across my face to my ear. 

"Don't move," breathed against the sensitive flesh of my ear and I 
shivered minutely. 

But I didn't move.

I held perfectly still as he slid backwards, his inner thighs rubbing 
against my sides as he positioned himself over me. He reached back and 
steadied my erection with one hand. I jerked slightly, my control 
wavering briefly. I was so ready by now that even that light touch was 
nearly unbearable. 

He shifted his hips slightly and then I felt the tip of my cock pressed 
very lightly against his anus and that soft, barely-there touch was so 
exquisitely perfect that I was suddenly struck with the terror that 
this wasn't real. That it was only a dream, in a moment I would wake 
and the beautiful phantasm above me would vanish, leaving me with 
nothing but an aching erection and empty arms. 

But then Qui-Gon pressed downward, leaning backwards and I slid just 
inside, my fears vaporizing like morning mist, the insubstantial 
cobwebs of uncertainty burned away by the heat of desire, the heat of 
his body enveloping just the very head of my shaft.

I opened my eyes, not even remembering that I had closed them, and 
looked at him, etching the sight into my memory. On his knees over me, 
leg muscles straining as he sought to lower himself a centimeter at a 
time, his chest and shoulders rising rapidly with his breaths and 
gleaming with perspiration in the diffused light. And my cock half-
buried inside him, edging ever so slowly deeper.

He moved again, pushing harder and I moaned as he gained another inch. 
The oil eased the passage somewhat but he was still almost 
excruciatingly tight and I knew that this must be hurting him, he was 
biting his lip, his face taut but he didn't stop and it never occurred 
to me to ask him to. A last push and I was all the way inside and Qui-
Gon went still, panting, and rested his hands on my chest. Without 
thinking, I covered them with my own. I almost jerked them back when I 
realized I'd moved after he had told me not to but Qui-Gon caught them 
and held them tightly, using my hands for balance when he finally 
started to move. 

He raised up until I was barely inside him and stopped, hovering over 
me like that while I fought the almost agonizing compulsion to simply 
thrust upward and take. The very last scrap of my control was tearing 
free from my grip when he at last sat back down with aching slowness 
until I was again seated in his body's tight clasp.

Another eternal wait and he did it again, gradually building a careful 
rhythm of deep thrusts and pauses and I let him take me, would have 
allowed him anything in my tormented bliss so long as he didn't stop. 

Almost imperceptibly, he started to move faster, rising up and dropping 
down now with some force. Everything had fallen away from me by then, 
Coruscant, my room, my knee everything but this man moving above me in 
the most exquisite torture.  

Another thrust, hard this time and Qui-Gon threw his head back with a 
loud gasp, his breathing quick and harsh and I was distantly grateful 
that he was as affected by this as I was. 

One of his hands, still entangled in mine, went to his own cock which 
had been bobbing free as he moved and he used my hand to caress the 
hard length, and I managed to rub my thumb across the slick tip, 
relishing his startled moan.

He was moving very quickly now, pushing down hard, his control slipping 
and with what little thought I still possessed I squeezed his cock 
tightly in my fist, stroking fast and hard and he nearly screamed, a 
loud outcry of pleasure as he came, thrusting helplessly into the 
tunnel of my hand.

It was too much, the feel of his cock straining, spurting milky fluid 
over our combined hands and my stomach. His muscles clenched tightly, 
rhythmically around my cock, wrenching a hoarse scream from me as I 
finally lost the battle and moved, arching my hips up hard, once, twice 
and I came, a wave of sweet ecstasy cresting over me. I tore my hands 
free from his, grabbing his hips and jerking him down as I struggled 
beneath him, trying to get deeper still as I spilled my seed within 
him. 

Finally, the tide receded and I collapsed backwards onto the bed, 
sprawling out bonelessly as I gasped for breath.  Qui-Gon was still 
hunched over me, his own breathing ragged and he was trembling 
violently. 

He shifted away finally, wincing as my softening member slid from his 
body. I flinched when I saw a faint smear of blood but Qui-Gon kissed 
me softly, distracting me.

"I'm fine, Obi-Wan, it's just been some time," he said softly. 

I didn't know what to say to that so I said nothing, just snuggled into 
the comforting circle of his arms, his chest pressed to my side. We 
were both damp with sweat and sticky but I could have cared less and 
apparently he felt much the same way.

"Master..." I started, then corrected myself, "Qui-Gon." It seemed 
ridiculous to be so formal after what had just happened. Qui-Gon didn't 
comment on it, just made a soft, questioning noise and lightly trailed 
a hand down my side. I was tempted not to say anything, to just enjoy 
this wonderful, languid moment while it lasted but I needed to know.

"Why?" I asked softly, "Why now?" I didn't bother to elaborate, I knew 
he understood and I held my breath, a little afraid of his answer. 

He was quiet for a long moment, rubbing his cheek against my hair. I 
was beginning to think he wasn't going to answer but finally he spoke 
in a low voice.

"When I saw you fall into that ravine, I think my heart may have 
stopped for a moment. I pulled you back up and there was so much blood, 
you were covered in it even in the rain..." His voice caught slightly, 
his arms tightened. I was shocked. No one had told me this although I 
realized I should have known. Any head wound would have been very 
bloody.

A deep sigh. "I thought I'd lost you, my Obi-Wan." He fell silent again 
and he seemed to be stroking my chest almost absently, soothing 
feather-light touches that had me nearly asleep before he spoke again. 
"I chose a life as a Jedi, as did you, and I would never take back that 
decision but there is no getting around the fact that it is a dangerous 
life. And next time you or I might..."

I didn't let him finish, twisting around I kissed him silent. I didn't 
want to hear it aloud, ever, no matter how true it might be. Qui-Gon's 
arms tightened almost painfully around me but I didn't protest, just 
now I needed it. But he loosened his arms almost immediately, gentled 
his touch and the kiss until I pulled away with a sigh and rested my 
head on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

"I swore that if you recovered I wouldn't wait any longer. I would just 
tell you how I felt," he said and then I felt his chest vibrate under 
my ear with a low chuckle. "There just never seemed to be a good time 
to bring it up, although perhaps showing you worked just as well."

"I'm glad you showed me," I murmured. Sleep was looming closer by the 
second and I barely felt the soft brush of a kiss against my cheek. 

"I'm glad as well. Besides, it took your mind off your knee."

I groaned mentally at his words, too tired to make a more verbal 
response and instead I slid in just a little closer. My knee throbbed 
just slightly, as if Qui-Gon's words had reminded it but not so badly 
that I couldn't ignore it and I let sleep drift a bit closer. I did 
miss my nice, healthy knee, but I would take what I had gotten in 
exchange any day.

-finis