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HST 9: Sexual Aids I: Preparation


Title: HST 9: Sexual Aids I: Preparation

Fandom: Phantom Menace

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Category: Slash

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Archive: Ask first

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Spew, maybe. I'm never a good judge of the spew factor in my own stories.

AN: Thank you to the SO who got me thinking about this story again and the line about the chimes. Thank you to kaly for the beta. Thank you to Mac, Emu, and Wolfe for the bunny. Mac, you'll probably notice the absence of the beads. The boys will get them out, eventually. Really. Would I lie? I recently read The Importance of Being Ernest and now Obi seems to be channeling Cecily. Please forgive me. It'll pass soon, I hope. If it doesn't Qui may strangle him.

Obi-Wan woke slowly and snuggled tighter against the warm body next to his. He let himself drift in that wonderful semi-awake haze. His mind drifted to what they had been doing a few hours before, what they would resume doing as soon as his master awoke. His stomach growled. Well, maybe a little while after his master awoke.

He felt Qui-Gon's arms tightening around him, and he lifted his head to look at his waking master. "Hi."

Qui-Gon's mouth curved into a sensuous smile. "Hi, yourself."


"A little."

"Let's order in."

"You always seem to have such good ideas, Padawan."

"Rodarian flatbread?"


Qui-Gon grudgingly releasing him, Obi-Wan slid from the bed. "It'll only take a minute. I'll be right back."

"You better be."

Qui-Gon watched appreciatively as Obi-Wan left the room. "Obi-Wan," he called out, "when you come back bring Master J'lath's box with you."

It wasn't long before Obi-Wan returned carrying the box. He sat crossed legged next to his master. "Why did you ask me to bring the box?"

"We have to prepare for tomorrow's class."

"We're not covering all of them tomorrow, you know. The sexual aids are split over two classes."

"Really?" Qui-Gon grinned.

"Yes, Master. Really."

"Which ones are we discussing tomorrow?"

"The ones used for penetration. Vibrators and dildos."

"Vibrators aren't always used for penetration."

"They're not?"


"That's a relief." Obi-Wan pulled an object out of the box with a foot long handle and a round rubber head. "Because the idea of inserting this one kinda scared me."

Qui-Gon laughed. "Be assured, Padawan. It's not for inserting. I believe they make attachments for that."

"Attachments?" Obi-Wan wasn't sure whether to be relieved or suspicious that Qui-Gon seemed to know so much about this subject.

Qui-Gon sat up and poked through the box. He held up a piece of blue vinyl with a round base and a relatively narrow four inch shaft. "Like this. It fits over the top of the vibrator."

"Can you use it without attachments?"

"Certainly. I'd be happy to demonstrate."

Obi-Wan handed over the device with mixed feelings. Qui-Gon pressed a button on the side a soft hum filled the room. "Why don't you lie back, Obi-Wan?"

His eyes glued to the device, Obi-Wan complied.

"Relax. It won't hurt, I promise." There was no mistaking the amusement in Qui-Gon's voice. He rested the vibrating head against Obi-Wan's shoulder. "See."


Qui-Gon moved the vibrator lower on Obi-Wan's chest. He brought it to rest over a nipple drawing a gasp from his apprentice. Chuckling softly, he moved it to the other side.

Gradually he moved it lower. Obi-Wan was twitching slightly. Reaching his groin, Qui-Gon bypassed his cock and placed the vibrator on the inside of his thigh. Obi-Wan parted his legs as the vibrator moved upward. It was pressed against his perineum, his sack resting on the ball of the vibrator. He cried out.

Qui-Gon rolled the vibrator over his balls and onto the base of his shaft. Obi-Wan's hands dug into the sheets. "Master," he panted. Qui-Gon continued the rolling motion. With each turn the vibrator moved higher on Obi-Wan's cock. Then he reached the area just beneath the glans. He pressed Obi-Wan's cock back against his abdomen, diffusing the vibrations.

Obi-Wan's hips bucked up against the vibrator and he came. The powerful sensations created by the device combined with the look on Qui-Gon's face as he watched Obi-Wan to give him one of the most intense orgasms of his life. He even heard chimes.

The humming stopped as Qui-Gon turned off the vibrator and tossed it on the bed. Then he rose and grabbed a robe.

"What?" Obi-Wan stuttered. "Where are you going?"

"To answer the door. I believe dinner just arrived."

"Oh." Chuckling and shaking his head slightly, Qui-Gon leaned over and gave his apprentice a gentle kiss.

"I'll be right back. With food."

With effort Obi-Wan managed to raise his head enough to watch Qui-Gon walk out the door.

Qui-Gon returned carrying a large flat box and two bottles. He handed the bottles to Obi-Wan before setting the box on the bed. Obi-Wan immediately opened it. He inhaled deeply, savoring the smell of warm bread and tomato sauce.

"I see you ordered your favorite," Qui-Gon observed as he settled, robe removed, back onto the bed.

Obi-Wan had the grace to flush.

"That's quite all right, Padawan. I don't mind pineapple too much."

Obi-Wan laughed suddenly, receiving a quizzical look from his master. "I just got this image of us stranded on a tropical island. Nothing but sun, sand and pineapple."

"Or coconut."

Obi-Wan made a face. "I don't like coconut." He handed Qui-Gon one of the bottles.

"I know that. But coconut is a distinct possibility. In fact I think it's more likely we'd find coconut than pineapple."

"This conversation is perfectly ridiculous."

"You started it."

Obi-Wan glared at him as he bit into a piece of flatbread. I'm disappointed in you.

"Me? Why?" Qui-Gon was a little alarmed.

"You're a master. Can't you think of a better retort than 'you started it'? I feel like I'm back in the creche."

"It was not a retort. It was a simple statement of fact."

"Oh, well, that's different then."

They ate for several minutes in silence.

"Master, I think we'll have to talk about women this time."

"I suppose so. After all, women are more likely to use harnesses."

"And dildos."

"I think you've already proven otherwise."

Obi-Wan flushed. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

Qui-Gon tilted the box so that he could peer into it. "Which one did you use?"

"All of them."

"All of them?" Qui-Gon repeated incredulously. "Whatever for?"

"I started with the smallest one and worked my way up. I almost chipped a tooth when I accidentally hit a button on the pink one. It's really a vibrator."

"Good thing you have Jedi reflexes. That would have been tough to explain."

"Yeah. Kinda like losing track of something you've inserted."

Suddenly uncomfortable, Qui-Gon replied, "I would suspect so."

Obi-Wan kept his amusement to himself. "What do I get to use on you?"

"What would you like to use on me?"

"What would you enjoy?"

"You choose. I'm open to pretty much anything."

"I would prefer it if you chose, Master. I want to please you."

"I can't imagine that anything you did to me would not please me."

"Hitting you comes to mind."

"Under the right circumstances, in the right place…"


Qui-Gon chuckled. "Very well, Padawan. I will choose. What are my options?"

Balancing his flatbread in one hand, Obi-Wan pulled the box to him with the other. "Should we stick to just the items for tomorrow's class?"

"It might be best, given your students' apparent need to ask for detailed descriptions of exactly how things feel."

"I think your demonstrations encouraged that, Master."

"My demonstrations? As I recall you participated quite eagerly."

"I'd never been seduced before. I assumed eagerness was a good thing."

"It is a good thing." Qui-Gon's voice was firm. "But I was not seducing you."

"Come on, Master. Even the students noticed."

"You wanted to be seduced. After all the touching demonstration was your idea. And I wasn't the one fellating silicone."

"There's no need to get defensive." Obi-Wan moved around the box to his master's side. "I wanted it. Wanted you." Then he leaned up and began kissing his master. Stopping he took the piece of flatbread from Qui-Gon's hand and put it back in the box.

He moved so that he was kneeling in front of his master. For once he was actually taller than Qui-Gon. Taking the other man's face in his hands, Obi-Wan pressed their lips together oh so lightly. Qui-Gon's arms wrapped him, hands resting against his back. He pressed more firmly. Then Qui-Gon parted his lips and Obi-Wan's tongue darted inside.

It was a long luxurious kiss. Qui-Gon tugged at his hips and Obi-Wan moved to straddle his legs, never breaking the kiss. His torso was flush against Qui-Gon, his cock pushing against Qui-Gon's abdomen. He sucked lightly on his master's lower lip, ran his tongue lightly over Qui-Gon's palate, thoroughly caressing Qui-Gon's mouth with his own.

Qui-Gon tried to move against him, but Obi-Wan stopped him.

Obi-Wan. Please, more.

Not until you tell me what you wish me to do to you.

Qui-Gon groaned in frustration.

What would you like, Master? He sent images along with the words. This? Qui-Gon's cock in his mouth while he pushed a dildo in and out of his master.

The image elicited another groan.

This? The vibrator which had been used on Obi-Wan, on Qui-Gon.

This? The vibrator which had nearly chipped his tooth inside of Qui-Gon.

Obi-Wan felt his master's cock twitch.

He broke the kiss. "That one then." He smiled gently at his master. "That wasn't so hard was it?" The he reached for the box and rummaged around in it. He pulled out both the vibe in question and a small jar of lubricant. He held the jar up. "This one is edible," he said triumphantly.

"I didn't see you read the label."

"Well, uhh, I…"

"Just how much time have you spent reviewing the contents of that box?"

Obi-Wan flushed. "Not that much. I have a good memory. I am a Jedi you know."

"You are indeed. A Jedi with an aroused and impatient master."

"Impatient? My master? Never." Obi-Wan shook his head emphatically. "My master is the very definition of Jedi calm and serenity."

"Your master is seriously considering limiting his sexual activities to masturbation from now on."

"After all of the work you did in order to seduce me?" Obi-Wan paused for a moment. "Unless you mean mutual masturbation. I wouldn't mind that. Although if that was all we did it might get a little boring after a while." Obi-Wan grinned at him hopefully. "But maybe you'd tell me stories while we did it? That would keep it interesting."

Qui-Gon buried his face in his hands. First his master, now his apprentice. Why couldn't he ever just win a simple argument?

"I'm sorry, Qui." Obi-Wan said, gently pulling Qui-Gon's hands away from his face.

"You've been taking lessons from the little green troll haven't you?"

"Not formal lessons. But I have watched him pretty closely."

"I thought so."

"I am sorry, love. Forgive me?" Obi-Wan tried what he hoped sounded like a seductive voice. "Let me make it up to you."

"You could tell Yoda that I don't need kissing lessons."


"Yoda has decided I need kissing lessons and that he should be the one to give them."

His Jedi control failed him utterly. Obi-Wan was doubled up on the bed, clutching his sides, laughter pouring out of him. Qui-Gon gazed at him steadily for a few moments, then surrendered.

It was several minutes before their laughter finally subsided. "Oww, my sides hurt."

"Mine too," Qui-Gon answered.

Obi-Wan rolled onto his side to look at Qui-Gon. "Where would Yoda ever get such an absurd notion? I told him you were an excellent kisser."

"I told him that you were only humoring him when you said that."


"He was asking rather personal questions about our relationship. When I refused to answer, he said that if you could tell him how well I kissed why couldn't I tell him how well you…"

"How well I what?"

"Perform fellatio."

"Oh." A long pause. "I thought I was good at it."

"You are more than good at it, Obi-Wan. You're incredible."

"Even for a novice?"

"The best I have ever experienced."

Obi-Wan preened. "Really?"

"Yes, love. Really."

"Then why not tell Yoda that?"

"Because I refuse to discuss you in such a fashion with anyone. I respect and care for you too much to violate your privacy like that."

"Then why did you tell the class?"

"I told them we were lovers. I did not give them a detailed account of what we do in bed."

"I think they have a pretty good idea anyway."

A short laugh. "You're probably right. But I still absolutely refuse to give my peers details of our sex life."


"I was quizzed about you the other day at lunch."

"Why are they all so damned curious?"

"I have no idea. Although I think Yoda does it just to try my patience. He seems to regard it as a training exercise."

Obi-Wan chuckled. "I imagine you're right." He crawled toward his master until his face was over Qui-Gon's. Qui-Gon reached up to stroke his cheek.

"I still have trouble believing this is real."

"Me too."

"Kiss me."

"Yes, Master." He lowered his lips once again to Qui-Gon's. His master's arousal built more slowly this time. Obi-Wan did not seek to hurry it. He supplied light touches and gentle kisses, covering Qui-Gon's face and neck before moving to his chest.

The line of kisses he had been trailing along Qui-Gon's chest ended just above his right nipple. He squelched Qui-Gon's disappointment with a kiss and then reached for the jar. Opening it, he tipped it slightly allowing a small amount of sticky liquid to drip onto Qui-Gon's nipple. Then he repeated the action on the other side. Sitting the jar aside he straddled his master's hips.

Both nipples were circled by fingers, spreading the liquid evenly over hardened flesh. He rested a fingertip lightly atop each nub before moving them very slightly back and forth. Qui-Gon moaned. Obi-Wan leaned over and licked, very lightly at first one nipple, and then the other. Teasing fingertips alternated with an even more teasing tongue until Qui-Gon was squirming.

"Please, Obi-Wan," he gasped. "Please."

Of course, Master. Happy to oblige. Really.

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon growled. He wrapped his hand around Obi-Wan's padawan braid and pulled his head down. Then he placed his other hand behind Obi-Wan's neck and pushed him firmly toward his nipple. Obi-Wan opened his mouth immediately and sucked hard on the flesh before him.

Qui-Gon arched upward, hissing. "Yes."

While continuing to suck, Obi-Wan maneuvered himself so that he was lying beside his master. His hand sought Qui-Gon's shaft, curling around it. He stroked once, twice, then released it. Sitting up he reached for the lubricant and poured it liberally over his fingers.

His fingers went straight to Qui-Gon's anus. He watched his master's face as he ran his fingers around the entrance. Then he pushed slowly inward. Qui-Gon gasped, drawing his legs up and making the penetration easier.

Obi-Wan quickly added a second finger. He turned them gently. He brushed Qui-Gon's prostrate and felt Qui-Gon tremble.

He reached out with the force and called the pink vibrator to his hand. Withdrawing his fingers, he coated it quickly. Then he slid it slowly into Qui-Gon.

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon groaned. "Obi-Wan."

"Yes, love."

"Only you."

"I know," Obi-Wan replied gently. The vibrator was now fully inside his master. He turned it on to the lowest setting. Qui-Gon's hips jerked, nearly dislodging it. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Don't…stop."

Obi-Wan encircled his master's shaft with his free hand. Not stroking just holding. After a few minutes, Qui-Gon's hand covered his and together they began to move. They stroked slowly at first, then faster, harder, until their hands were little more than a blur. Obi-Wan continued to hold the vibrator firmly inside of his master with his other hand.

Qui-Gon began to come. Obi-Wan was entranced with the sight. He watched the come shooting from his master's body, landing on them both. Then he looked up at his master's beautiful face, contorted in pleasure. He switched rapidly between the two not wanting to miss a single moment.

As soon as it ended, he turned off the vibrator, withdrawing it carefully. Qui-Gon reached for him and he lay down against his lover's broad chest.

They rested quietly for a while, not speaking, letting their deepening intimacy envelop them both. Until the grumbling of Qui-Gon's stomach reminded them they hadn't finished dinner.

Obi-Wan sat up and retrieved his master's flatbread from the box. Silently, he handed it to his master.

"Thank you, love." He sat up.

"You're welcome."

He took a piece for himself, but it was quickly forgotten as he watched his master.



"Is something the matter?"

"No, Qui-Gon. Nothing is the matter." He smiled up at his master. "I was just thinking about how beautiful you are."

"Beautiful? Eating flatbread with my hair a mess and my chest covered with," He glanced quickly downward, "semen and lubricant."

"Yup." Silently he added, You. My lover. In the middle of our bed, happily eating, covered with evidence of our lovemaking. How could I not find that beautiful?

Qui-Gon smiled at him. "I suppose I can see the appeal."

Obi-Wan grinned at him. Leaning forward he kissed him while gently pushing him onto his back.

Qui-Gon groaned against the younger man lips. At least let me finish eating first.