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HST 6: Anal Intercourse: Preparation


Title: HST 6: Anal Intercourse: Preparation

Fandom: Phantom Menace

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Category: Slash

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Archive: Ask first

Rating: PG

Warnings: Spew warnings. At least I hope it needs spew warnings, because if it doesn't this is a huge waste of bandwidth.

Beta: Thank you to kaly for the beta.

AN: Emu, Mac, and Wolfe actually conceived of this. I just write 'em.

Obi-Wan caught up with Qui-Gon in the hallway outside of their quarters. "Hello, Padawan."

His grin lit up Obi-Wan's face. "Master."

"How was your day?"

"Fine. And yours?"

Qui-Gon remembered the interrogation he had endured at lunch. "Interesting."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

Qui-Gon laughed. "That's all right. I am sure this evening will make me forget all about it."

Obi-Wan flushed. "I hope so, Master."

Qui-Gon slid an arm around his shoulders. "I have no doubt of it."

As they settled down to dinner, Qui-Gon asked how Ragen had found the class.

"He didn't say much. He did mention that the students missed us."

"They did?"

"Well, they missed the demonstrations."

"I don't think vaginal intercourse is something we could demonstrate, even if we had the necessary body parts." 'The other masters would have my head,' he thought to himself.

"Things seemed a bit intense over at the master's table today. Is everything okay?"

"It's fine, Obi-Wan. But it seems we've become celebrities of a sort among the padawans."

Obi-Wan nodded. "It's a little disconcerting."

"It'll pass. The class is nearly done, is it not?"

Obi-Wan nodded. "Just a few more classes."

"What's next?"

"Anal intercourse."


"Yes, really. Why would I lie?"

"I didn't think you'd lie Padawan. I just didn't think…"

"That you'd ever be teaching a bunch of Padawan's how to bugger someone?"

Qui-Gon desperately clutched his napkin to his mouth, trying to prevent the water he had been drinking from spraying across the table. "Where did you learn that word?"

Obi-Wan shrugged. "I don't remember. Why?"

"No reason. It's just not something I ever imagined hearing you say."

"You imagine things I might say?"

Qui-Gon actually blushed. "Sometimes."

"What kind of things?"

"I'd really rather not…" Qui-Gon began.

"But how can I ever say them for real if you don't tell me what they are?"

"I, uhh, they're the kind of things you might say anyway."

"Really? Well can you give me some examples? That way I'll know in which direction to concentrate my efforts," Obi-Wan replied innocently.

Qui-Gon had never been so grateful for the sound of a door chime in his life.

Heading for the door, Qui-Gon completely missed his padawan's smirk.

The young padawan at the door seemed a bit awestruck. Nevertheless, she managed to convey her message. Qui-Gon's presence was requested by the Council.

"Thank you. Please tell them I will be there shortly." The young woman nodded and left. Qui-Gon returned to the table.

"You're in trouble again aren't you?"

"I don't think so. I think they are probably just jealous of my fetching apprentice and want to keep me busy so I can't enjoy his charms."

"Nice try."

Qui-Gon chuckled. "Seriously, I don't think I am in trouble. Can't imagine anything I've done recently that would warrant a Council summons."

"Uh, huh." Obi-Wan was clearly not convinced.

"You worry too much, my Padwan. If I'm not back by the time you're ready for bed, please feel free to sleep in my bed if you wish. I would enjoy coming home and crawling in next to you."

His apprentice smiled at him. "Thank you for the invitation. I will."

"With any luck I'll be back long before either of us is tired." Leaning over he bestowed a lingering kiss on his apprentice. Then he left.

Obi-Wan awoke the next morning to find himself snuggled against Qui-Gon's back. Smiling, he decided that he really enjoyed sleeping in his master's bed. Too bad they hadn't had the opportunity to do anything else, but Qui-Gon had gotten home only a few hours before. Obi-Wan had awakened long enough to be reassured that it had simply been another meeting about conditions in the Reulvan Sector. Then he had nestled against his master and drifted off once again.

Thinking they would be late for class if they did not get moving, Obi-Wan placed a kiss on the back of Qui-Gon's neck, another between his shoulders. He received an 'mmm' in response.

Raising himself up slightly he rested his chin on Qui-Gon's shoulder. "I can teach the class alone. You need rest," he said quietly.

"Nonsense." Qui-Gon rolled over, pulling him into an embrace. "Do you really think I would miss an opportunity to watch you teach a class on anal sex?" He said it with a perfectly straight face, then followed his comments with a gentle kiss.

Obi-Wan groaned. He had believed that the classes would get easier now that they were lovers. Hearing the mischief in his Master's voice he began to doubt that belief.