Obi-Wan lay silently in the room he shared with his Master, listening intently for any sounds that Qui-Gon was still awake. After a few moments he relaxed slightly, wishing, not for the first time, that the Jedi temple at night would not be so darn quiet, still, and One With The Force. He wanted desperately to masturbate, and managing that without making a noise was driving him crazy.
//Ok, ok// he thought, making sure his mind was completely blocked from that of his Master, //all I have to do is make the pretend turning-over noise so I can get my trousers around my ankles. Ok...//
He breathed out and at the same time kicked the blanket around enough to push his pants smoothly below his knees. He then added a few extra little tosses and turns on a smaller scale so as not to raise suspicion that the first major move was anything out of the normal for a sleeping Padawan.
//Ok, going well. Just a few moments of silence and then I'll get my knees up and the blanket up high enough around my neck so it won't noisily rub against my right arm//
He counted a few more seconds and then attempted his second false move for the night, adding a few light snoring sounds as he was, by this stage in his life, up to the Advanced Course In Stealth Masturbation Tactics.
Qui-Gon turned over in his sleep and Obi-Wan froze.
//Why do I have to share a room with him?// Obi-Wan thought, not for the first time. //Why?//
Granted, Qui-Gon, Jedi Master Extraordinaire, was the object of his lust, but managing to express the lust while having to hide under the blankets brought its own toll on him. With his Master in a bed just a few feet from his own, he couldn't masturbate with the blankets down, or even with them levitating a foot above his bed, incase Qui-Gon looked over and saw. Having a Master who slept like the dead didn't help either. Total and utter silence, pretty much.
//Good practice// Obi-Wan sighed, trying to see the bright side of the matter. //Jedi must learn to act in silence if necessary//
He slowly brought his right hand silently to his groin, letting it rest there a moment in case some microscopic, force-sensitive noise had alerted his Master to the sound of the deliberate movement. He added a light snorty snore and then curled his fingers around his cock.
//Yes!// he announced to himself, proudly. //Stage One complete!//
"Padawan?"
Water suddenly exposed to minus two hundred degree temperatures could not have frozen as efficiently as Obi-Wan.
//Don't panic// the Padawan thought. //It might not be related//
Luckily, as an Intermediate Level graduate, he knew that to answer straight away would be to admit he wasn't asleep all along and therefore that would cancel out all his carefully executed sleep noises. He instead opted to use a Disturbed Sleep tactic. He carefully breathed a little deeper, rustled the sheets a little and perfectly Stirred In His Sleep.
"Padawan, are you awake?" Qui-Gon whispered gently.
"Mm?" Obi-Wan mumbled, using just the appropriate level of slurred, slightly confused intonation in the sound. He added a few more sheet rustlings for good measure.
"Sorry to wake you, Obi-Wan," continued Qui-Gon, "but did you remember to hand in those urgent diplomatic reports to Master Yoda?"
"Wha'?" Obi-Wan croaked through his apparent sleepiness. He took advantage of his ability to justifiably move around a bit and perfect his appropriate masturbation position. "Which reports, Master?" he mumbled. "Everything we deal with seems to involve diplomatic reports. Got to be more specific."
"Sorry, Padawan," said Qui-Gon. "The L'arh ones. It's just that you didn't mention if you managed to deliver them to Yoda on time."
"Sorry, Master," apologized Obi-Wan, taking a deep breath. "Yes, Master, I did bring them to Yoda," he replied. "Is that all?"
"Yes, Padawan. Sorry to disturb you."
"'s fine," mumbled Obi-Wan and pretended to turn over and go back to sleep.
A few minutes passed as he let the silence build him a cover, though his mind was anything but still.
//"Disturb me"? "Sorry to disturb me"?!// He threw the phrase around in his head a few times, wondering exactly what Qui-Gon had meant by that. //Did he know I was up to something, or did he just mean "Sorry to disturb your sleep"?// He took a mental deep breath. //Don't be silly, Obi-Wan. He would have meant the latter one//
He wasn't entirely convinced but decided as long as he was extra careful he might as well continue with his original plan.
His hand already around his cock, he tested the movement he would be doing a fair bit of in the near future, to see if it caused any noisy sheet rustling. He drew his hand up the length of his cock, and then back down. No noise. Good. He was back to square one again with the Going To Sleep noises though, after Qui-Gon's interruption.
//Ok, I'll get those over and done with before starting// he thought, and let out a Deep Breath, doubling it with a Basic Sheet Rustle. A few moments later, he added a Light Snore. //Good, good, take it slowly, Obi-Wan// He executed a perfect Snort, Sheet Kicked, Basic Pillow Bashed, and let out a Final Low Breath, before he officially could be counted as asleep.
//Ok, now down to business//
He searched his mind for his chosen scenario for the night. He always ended up using the same theme, but it never hurt to be at least open to variation. Closing his eyes, he let the vision flow through his mind. An alternative universe, where Padawans were chosen based not only on skill but also on physical appearance. A place where sex dominated everything. A place where his Master trained, used, and punished him with a firm hand. A place where jelly wrestling would be fun.
//What?//
Jelly wrestling. Obi-Wan considered the idea. Usually his fantasies were a little more...intense and deep than that, but it looked like his mind wanted a break from all the hardcore masochistic practices he'd been favouring recently.
//Well, mind// thought Obi-Wan to himself. //You thought of it, so show me how it's done//
He took a deep breath and let his mind have its way...
******
"Master!!!" screamed a hysterically giggling young Padawan, his bare feet slipping and sliding on the wet floor. "Stop it, Master!!" Barely able to run as the laughter was cramping his stomach, Obi-Wan, naked and excitable, tripped over and slid head first into his destination: the Olympic size pool of green jelly.
"You should really just accept that I always get what I want, Padawan," came a voice from the door to the huge room.
Obi-Wan struggled to the surface and fought to find a hold on the side of the pool. He grinned at his Master.
"When you said you wanted me naked and covered in jelly, I thought you meant on a smaller scale, Master," he commented, eyes twinkling cheekily. He reached one arm up to his hair and pushed the sticky green-coated strands out of his eyes. "And why have I never heard of this room before, anyway?"
Qui-Gon smiled, hitched his robes up slightly, and squatted down by the side of the pool. Reaching one hand down to his Padawan, he drew one long finger down a patch of jelly sliding down Obi-Wan's cheek and then brought it up to his own mouth, sucking it slowly. Removing the finger from his mouth, he reached down and stroked his Padawan's hair. "Because Padawan's are only allowed to know about it when they reach a mature enough age-"
"I suspect," Obi-Wan interjected, with a grin, "that you are trying to convey the thought that Masters like to be in sexual relationships with their Padawans first, so they don't have to think of an excuse as to why frolicking naked in a pool of jelly is an appropriate, and above all, innocent part of the Academy's course."
"You're entitled to believe that if you want, Padawan," replied Qui-Gon smoothly, idly letting his fingers slide down to trace paths on Obi-Wan's lips. "Especially considering it's true."
Obi-Wan smirked, and with one swift movement, reached up and grabbed hold of his Master's tunic and pulled him down off the edge and into the pool of jelly. Laughing loudly, he waited while Qui-Gon righted himself and started wiping large chunks of green slime off his face.
"Sorry, Master," commented Obi-Wan, with amusement. "I just thought you'd look better *in* the pool." Qui-Gon shot him a look of disapproval. "Just let me grab a towel," added the Padawan, and started pushing himself up over the edge of the pool. Qui-Gon made a grab for his Padawan, pulling him back down into the jelly and twining his long arms around Obi-Wan's waist from behind to hold him still.
"I don't think so, Padawan," he growled throatily in the young man's ear. "Time to learn some respect for your Master."
******
Obi-Wan's hand, which had until that stage been gently stroking up and down the length of his cock as he lay silently in his bed, now began to increase its speed; his fingers tightening their grip ever so slightly as his breathing became deeper.
Qui-Gon stirred in his sleep.
Quickly Obi-Wan forced his breathing to become more silent, and made a mental note to keep an eye on that factor. After all, he did manage to pass Intermediate Stealth Breathing, so he knew he could do it.
******
The Qui-Gon of his dreams grimaced as he looked down at his ruined robes. Using his body strength, he pushed his Padawan against the edge of the pool and held him there with the weight of his torso. He then began efficiently stripping his clothes off and throwing the sticky material far away from them both. Finally, he was left as naked as his Padawan, who was concentrating on saving his breath as his lungs were being squashed as he was held bent over the concrete edge of the pool.
"You must take responsibility for your actions, Padawan," Qui-Gon said, as he slowly drew his hands down Obi-Wan's arms and curled his fingers around the young man's wrists, holding them down on the surface in front of them both. Using his right foot, he firmly planted it between Obi-Wan's legs and pushed them apart. The young Padawan drew in a deep breath as he felt his Master's growing erection push lightly against him as the Jedi positioned himself. Qui-Gon smiled with satisfaction as he noted that lack of lube wouldn't halt his progress as the jelly was doing the required job. Without warning, he thrust himself deep within Obi-Wan, the side of his mouth twisting up in an amused smirk as he heard a sharp intake of breath moaned loud.
******
Obi-Wan's hand sped up to full speed and he felt his wrist start to hurt from the effort. Concentrating a small part of his mind, he dissolved the pain and let his thoughts slip back into his fantasies.
******
Qui-Gon thrust harder into his Padawan, increasing his speed to match Obi-Wan's rising lust. Bringing Obi-Wan nearer and nearer to orgasm as he held him fast against the side of the pool, Qui-Gon dipped his head over the bare skin below him and licked one long path up the jelly covering Obi-Wan's tense back, rolling his tongue up the exposed neck and down in a streak over a flushed cheek.
******
Obi-Wan, his hand moving at Jedi-enhanced speed, felt the stabs of fire race through his body as the pressure of orgasm came upon him. Bracing his legs hard against the mattress beneath him to stop the impending convulsions from shaking the bed too much, he imagined Qui-Gon's final, deep thrust into him, and the feel of his Master coming and knowing he was responsible for bringing the release. The feeling was too much and he came hard. Barely a millionth of a second later, he engaged his Jedi abilities and caught the cum before it hit the underside of the sheet.
//Yes!!// he screamed silently to himself, both in reaction to his fantasy and the fact he had successfully completed an Advanced Cum Catch. Quickly, he reached his left hand up and cupped it under the frozen cum and let his mind release it so it would drop into his palm. Taking a deep breath, he let himself undertake a Bed Rustle for some preliminary sleeping noises for this stage. Reaching down to the tissue he had pre-positioned next to his bed, he quickly cleaned both his hands, threw the tissue under his bed and returned his hands back under the blankets, while only making two noises: the Long Turn-Over and the Deep-Breathing Snort. Exhaling his first real loud breath for the night, he gently let his body relax into the mattress and drifted into a satisfied sleep.
******
The sun shone lightly through the window as Obi-Wan wearily opened his eyes to greet the new morning. Turning his head to the side he noticed his Master had already departed for the day, and smiled at the indulgence Qui-Gon had allowed him to sleep in. Rising out of bed, he performed his morning routines and was ready to attend his first class for the morning. Gathering his books, he left the room and set the lock behind him.
"Done well, you have, young Padawan," praised Yoda, from the shadows of the hallway.
Obi-Wan blushed and froze in his tracks.
"'nks" he mumbled by way of a reply, and bowing his head he ran as fast as his legs would carry him, down the corridor.
A few moments later, Mace Windu stepped out from behind a nearby pillar.
"You are going to go to the Dark Side one day, Yoda," he commented with a slightly scolding tone of voice. "Making up a class on Masturbation just so you can perv on the more attractive of your students is *not* really appropriate, now, is it?"
Yoda just tapped his walking stick on the Jedi Master's ankle.
"Too young to understand, you are," he said. "Not for me, this was done. For the love of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, it was for. Realise it, they must. Already convinced, Obi-Wan is. Helping, the lessons are."
Mace bowed his head in shame.
"I'm sorry, Master Yoda, for questioning your motives. I didn't realise you had a plan."
"Humbled, you should be, Mace," replied Yoda, shaking his head sadly. "Your room, you must got to. Meditate, you must. Now."
Mace took his leave, and finally only Yoda was left in the corridor. The Jedi Master centred his mind, and a few moments later the door to Obi-Wan's room opened and a small video recorder came floating out of the room. Yoda let it float into his hand and he looked into the viewer after pressing the playback button. He stared a few moments at the image of Obi-Wan playing with himself.
"Yesss..." muttered the little Jedi Master with a grin. "Much fun alone, I will have now!"
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THE END.