With Aplomb
By MJ  bonarbridgemj@yahoo.com

Series:  Simple Questions
Pairing:  QG/OW
Category:  Humor, Romance
Rating:  NC-17
Archive:  MA and any others interested.  Just let me know!
Warnings:  Although Obi-Wan asks his question when he's fifteen,
well, just read it!  <g>
Spoilers:  None
Summary:  A curious question deserves the best answer possible.
Feedback:  Yes, please!  We all thrive on feedback!  <g>
Disclaimer:  The characters are so not mine.  They belong to Lucas
That Is.  I make nary a cent.







It is said by the N'Hogans that peace of mind is overseen by the
Goddess M'Nirk.  And M'Nirk is, of course, not without a sense of
humor.  

"Master?  May I ask you something?"  

Qui-Gon caught the sense of bewilderment through the training bond.  
Picking up his fresh cup of tea for a welcome sip, he looked toward
the door.  At fifteen, Obi-Wan could be immensely entertaining.  
Especially when he appeared confused, as he did now.  "I am all ears,
Padawan."  He smiled.

"Ummm.  Okay."  Obi-Wan scratched his nose.  "What's a 'quickie'?"

Qui-Gon froze, lips clamped around a large sip of tea, mind on
pause.  Some sort of response seemed to be called for, so...  
Swallowing heroically, he sucked air and fanned his mouth.  And
played for time.

"Well.  Padawan.  That's, well..."  Dredging up his best 'I am the
Master' expression from the rattling bog pretending to be his brain,
he squinted at the curious young Padawan and compressed his lips
before  asking,  "Who wants to know, eh?"  

Obi-Wan frowned and glanced to either side.  "Me."

Damn.

"Well, Padawan."  A moment for one deep breath.  "There are things
that, in the course of time, one learns in the fullness of,
of...time.  Heh.  Yes..."  With an effort, he managed not to drop his
cup.  "This, I believe, is one of those things.  The Force, in its
wisdom, decides when and where your first, first...eh, when and how
you learn *what* a 'quickie' is..."  Hand shaking, he took a quick
sip of tea.  And another.

Obi-Wan's expression had been growing progressively more worried.  
Now he whispered,  "Is it something of the Dark Side, Master?"

Qui-Gon swallowed a snort.  "Ah, ha.  No, Padawan.  No, it's not.  
But now is not precisely the right time for your, your..."

Obi-Wan pursed his lips.  "You're not going to tell me, right?"

Qui-Gon felt his heartbeat even out.  "Correct.  But, in the fullness
of time..."  He smiled his best Professional Smile.

"Right, Master."  Obi-Wan started back out of the door, then turned
for a moment.  "Will you tell me what it is, when it's the right
time?"

For just a second, Qui-Gon looked at the young boy standing before
him and his eyes focused inward.  Then he nodded.  "Yes, Obi-Wan.  I
expect I shall."

One brilliant smile later, the boy was gone and one slightly rattled
Master decided on something stronger than tea.

* * * * * * * * * * * *  

Four years later...



Qui-Gon couldn't have been more pleased with Padawan Kenobi if he had
tried.  Not only had the young man almost single-handedly discovered
what made the Netnini tick, he had managed to coax their two ruling
houses to seal the treaty with a bond of marriage.  Or whatever they
called it.

Of course, it all paled a little to the last six months.  Obi-Wan as
his lover far exceeded Obi-Wan as his Padawan any day.

And now the Jedi were at loose ends, touring some of the ancient
citidels of the race.  The Netnini loved to dig, delve and tunnel and
the artifact on today's tour was some uncountable distance under the
ground.  

As they approached the elevator, Obi-Wan laughed.  "The High Regent
said they hang some of their best art in the elevators, Master."

Qui-Gon lifted a brow and looked the question.

Leading the way through the opening door, Obi-Wan laughed
again.  "Even for the Netnini, it's a long way down.  The trip takes
all of thirty seconds."

Qui-Gon held back a moment, a thoughtful look circling his
eyes.  "Thirty seconds, eh?"  Stepping slowly into the elevator and
holding the door, he eyed Obi-Wan from under speculative
brows.  "Hmmm.  Thirty seconds.  Yes..."

A little bewildered, Obi-Wan smiled.  "Master?  What is it?"

Qui-Gon let the door shut and moved to stand in front of the young
man, his eyelids at halfmast.  "Guess..."

As the elevator gave a little lurch, Qui-Gon dropped to his knees,
parting Obi-Wan's robe and slipping one hand under the tunic edge to
flip it upwards.  The other hand had already loosened the legging
ties and dipped deep inside to the treasure carried within.

"Master?"  Obi-Wan's voice was part squeak, part moan.  "Qui-Gon?"  
His hands were flailing in little circles with no particular place to
go.

One brief glance up, one wicked grin and Qui-Gon wrapped his hand
around his goal.  Twenty-five seconds to go...

Leaning in to nuzzle the reddish-gold hairs, Qui-Gon felt the
beginnings of an erection spread against his hand, felt the soundless
groan as Obi-Wan leaned back, hands pressed against the elevator
wall.  Fingers anchored firmly in the crisp hairs, Qui-Gon ran a hot
wet tongue up the underside of the growing length, then quickly
slipped the head deep into his mouth and ran his tongue up the
underside.  Hard.  Obi-Wan sagged and bent forward, grabbing handfuls
of Qui-Gon's robe, breath coming in harsh gasps.  Twenty seconds to  
go...

Qui-Gon pulled back, letting the cock lengthen and swell in his
mouth.  A quick dip and his thumb was coated with saliva and rubbing
on the sweet spot right below the crown.  Twisting his head sideways,
he laved hot swirls over the tip, kissing with hard little sucks in
counterpoint to the rhythm of his thumb.

It didn't take long.  When Qui-Gon felt Obi-Wan stiffen and catch his
breath, he placed both hands firmly on his thighs to hold him up,
took the rigid cock into his mouth, and sucked slowly up the entire
length.  At fifteen seconds, Obi-Wan came with a shout...  

Every contraction was allowed its due, every drop was swallowed.  At
eight seconds, Qui-Gon sat back, took Obi-Wan's hands from his robe,
gently pushed him upright and carefully tied the legging strings.  
The young man's eyes were fluttering, his breath coming in little
gasps.

Standing up, Qui-Gon neatly closed Obi-Wan's robe, smiled into the
dazed eyes and said,  "Some years ago, I deferred one of your
questions with the phrase, 'All in the fullness of time'."  With a
quick caress to the stunned face, he stepped away as the door opened
on the group of waiting Netnini.  "I believe I have now answered that
question, Padawan Kenobi, for *that*..."  He grinned.  "...is
a 'quickie'."  Then he turned and strolled slowly out of the door.  

It could be surmised that the Netnini were a trifle bewildered when,
from the depths of the elevator, sounded a shout of startled laughter.



The End.