Star Wars--Quinlan Vos: nautical
Title: Hyperspace
Author: helgaleena
helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Main characters: Quin/Obi-Wan
prompt: nautical
062:spring
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Teen padawans relaxing together do some exploring.
Warnings: NOT teenchan because Obi is 16 and Quin is 18.
Notes: when writing the 1-sentence challenge for Quinlan Vos, an incident invented itself out of nothing for the prompt 'coast'-- and ever after I have puzzled myself how it fit into Quin's padawan backstory. Both teens are sure to have received starfighter training, as it was mandatory by then for all padawans able to physically manage it. There remained the question of how to work in the ocean of stars instead of a liquid ocean. In the comics, Quin has an unfortunate tendency to be knocked unconscious whenever he dives into any body of water, and then be pulled out by Obi-Wan. So I wanted to keep him away from actual water.
I want to thank Ren for her wonderful Quin-Obi artworks, that helped me write.
illustration: http://www.deviantart.com/view/37290212/
Once, he'd had a bad habit of cutting the propulsion in his starfighter and drifting into the hangar on pure inertia, just for the thrill of making Master Tholme wait a few extra moments. There seemed to be no particular harm in it, until the time they were going after pirates, and the mothership left him behind, in Duros space. One moment he was two meters into the hangar and three meters out; the next he was alone in the vast darkness, lit by pinpricks and torches in the planetary shadow. He'd been extra conscientious about landing ever since that highly embarrassing occasion. The Duros pilots were dismissive of inept spacefarers; they didn't tend to live very long.
In fact, he'd gone and erred in the other direction a few times, ruining landing gear by settling in too abruptly. And there had been effects in other areas of his life...
"Why do you always hang onto my padawan braid when you're kissing me?"
They were lying on the new grass, under a flowering fruit tree, and Padawan Vos had his arm around Padawan Kenobi, as they looked up at the blossoms. Obi-Wan raised himself up on one elbow, waiting for his answer; he saw that Quin was surprised by his own behavior, for certain, and was giving it serious thought. The crease between his heavy dark brows gradually smoothed, and his smile grew, until his blocky white teeth shone out between his brick-red lips. His dark eyes twinkled.
"Sorry about that. It's so you don't blast off into hyperspace without me, I guess." A wisp of anxiety lurked behind his easy grin, but if he wanted it ignored, Obi-Wan was willing.
Quin thought Obi-Wan had a very musical laugh. "Hyperspace? You nut." His hand slid down Quin's chest, down his belly, all the way to one leg. "I'll blast you off into hyperspace without me, more likely."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." With that, he wrapped his merry, lithe self over the top of Quin, and kissed him first.
When exactly had they started this kissing thing, anyway? It was some time after they'd gotten back from that Stark Hyperspace assignment, where they'd been through a lot together. Quin knew that Obi-Wan had a crush on his master, which was fairly common among padawans, yet he was popular with the other padawans as well, in a way Quin was not. Quin shied away from most casual physical contacts, wary of unwanted information from his psychometry. The intimacy that had grown out of experiences on their shared mission was a welcome exception for him, that Obi-Wan did not begrudge him.
The first time he'd slung an enthusiastic arm around Quinlan's neck, Obi had been nonplussed by the older boy's embarrasssment. "Would you rather I didn't do that?" he'd whispered, pulling back a little, but Quin had quickly reached out with one of his wrapped hands, showing only the fingertips, and kept his arm there.
"I'm just reading you with my neck--would you rather I didn't do that?" he'd murmured, with a sly look in his dark eyes. And so help him, Obi-Wan had blushed. He hated when he did that. It wasn't long after that Quin found an excuse to sling an arm around him, and the way he did it, as if he'd been daring himself to, moved Obi-Wan in a way he couldn't quite describe.
Gradually they'd become more free with each other's bodies, until they'd been cheering for Bant in a swimming race with another Mon Calamari padawan, and she'd won it, and they'd both been so overjoyed for her that they'd kissed each other. Then Obi-Wan hauled Bant out of the shallows and kissed her, too, and when he'd turned back to Quin he'd seen a new heat in those dark eyes, and he'd quickly caught hold of Quin again, because Quin had been about to turn away and hide it, which Obi just knew was the wrong thing for him to do. He had to fix it.
The crush of Bant's supporters surrounded them with a screen of happy chaos. Obi looked at his hand on Quin's bare arm--above the damn wrist-wraps that he even wore for swimming-- and saw that the reddish chest of his friend was rising and falling a lot faster. Now there was a challenge, as well as heat, in his eyes, as Quin read exactly what that casual kiss meant to the one who'd given it, how he ranked among all other beings ever kissed by Obi-Wan, telegraphed through that touch. Obi-Wan certainly wasn't going to regret that kiss! As the others flowed away from them, after the victorious Bant, he leaned up onto his toes and kissed Quin on purpose. Just to show he'd meant it, mind you. Then he went with the others, and a few seconds later, so did Quin.
But that wasn't their last kiss. They'd started coming up with excuses. Right now they were supposedly studying. But their actual assignments had been finished in the first ten minutes, and they were just lazing around, enjoying the springtime.
Quin's full mouth was warm from the sun and refreshingly moist; his eyes, over the horizon of yellow stripe from ear to ear, reflected the blue sky and the lacy branches like dark mirrors. Between their leisurely kisses he kept grinning, and running his hands gently up and down Obi's back.
Finally Obi-Wan gave a shimmy that pleasantly rubbed their bodies together, making him feel warm as toast. "Whatever are you grinning about?"
Quin slyly lifted his shaggy dark head, cupping one hand around his mouth to whisper into Obi's ear-- "Hyperspace." And then he started tickling.
Pretty soon they were laughing like idiots and rolling around on the grass like stunt pilots in an air show, until Obi-Wan was out of breath. He'd ended up underneath Quin, with the bigger boy's arms tightly around him beneath his armpits, and his heavier torso between his legs. He felt himself throb there, and an answering throb against him, that came from Quin. It startled them both into silence.
Their eyes met. Quin's brown eyes seemed molten in the shadow of his matted fringe. Obi-Wan's were filled with the colors of the sky and the branches. Were they ready for this? It was new to them both, and it seemed to be good-- should they follow where this feeling led?
Slowly, one of Obi-Wan's hands rose up to Quin's face, and one finger followed the yellow stripe to Quin's ear, gently circling in its red-brown whorls. One of Quin's hands sneaked around behind Obi's red-brown hair, lifting him closer--
--and they were off. Quin's rough tongue went deep inside Obi-Wan's mouth, where he could suck at it, and at the same time put the tip of his own tongue on Quin's teeth. That smooth hardness felt so perfect, and a delicious taste was welling up behind them, so nice that Obi could have yelled it aloud, though his mouth was too busy for the yell to come out the whole way. It caught and swelled in his throat. The sounds that did make it out of him were garbled by his joy at the feel of Quin's tongue on the roof of his mouth.
Their crotches were banging up against each other at a pace that was turning his penis into an aching length of incandescent friction inside his clothes, but it was all going too fast to stop and adjust anything, and it was wonderful just like this, with a similar length of Quinlan grinding against the bone where his thigh hooked in, while his was mashed between their bellies.
He had a sudden urge to kick his legs, and it turned into a deep shiver all up and down him, under the galloping boy pressing him into the grass, and his head began to spin.
Dimly he heard Quin yell out, "Obi!"-- then he seemed to go limp, and sweat sprang out on his dark forehead, almost like a sponge being squeezed. He held onto him tightly, as Quin let his head fall onto his shoulder. He was feeling quite winded, and as if they were floating, instead of being anchored solidly to a planet's crust. In fact, he was feeling sort of --emptied out, but in a good way.
"Oh--my--stars." Quin's voice was muffled, as he was saying this into Obi-Wan's tunics, where he was hiding his face. Obi-Wan tried to turn his head in Quin's direction, and found that he couldn't. His braid was caught in Quin's fist. This struck him as hilarious.
His giggles reverberated through the boy on top of him, which also felt great. At last Quin lifted his head again to smile down at him. "What?"
"You can let go now, Quin."
Abashed, Quin relaxed his grip on the braid, and instead stroked the smaller boy's soft cheek. Obi-Wan's mouth had the most complicated curves to it-- once again they were begging Quin's tongue to trace them. And wonder of wonders, they were speaking--
"Hyperspace, huh?" they said, and twitched with amusement. Quin still felt a bit shivery from what they had just done, but he smiled back.
"Anyway I didn't get left behind, did I?"
Then he stopped the talking and started tracing those lips' beckoning curves, wetting their waves, thrilling himself with how they changed under his own lips every moment. Soon the waves were repeating themselves all the way down to his toes, sweeping Obi-Wan under as well, and then up again to catch his breath. Obi-Wan pulled his mouth away to gasp once, then dove in again, rolling with him. And both of them let their hands hands plunge between the folds of each other's tunics, searching for treasures of sensation.
In this new element, they would learn to navigate together.
end
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Author: helgaleena
helgaleenas@yahoo.com
Main characters: Quin/Obi-Wan
prompt: nautical
062:spring
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Teen padawans relaxing together do some exploring.
Warnings: NOT teenchan because Obi is 16 and Quin is 18.
Notes: when writing the 1-sentence challenge for Quinlan Vos, an incident invented itself out of nothing for the prompt 'coast'-- and ever after I have puzzled myself how it fit into Quin's padawan backstory. Both teens are sure to have received starfighter training, as it was mandatory by then for all padawans able to physically manage it. There remained the question of how to work in the ocean of stars instead of a liquid ocean. In the comics, Quin has an unfortunate tendency to be knocked unconscious whenever he dives into any body of water, and then be pulled out by Obi-Wan. So I wanted to keep him away from actual water.
I want to thank Ren for her wonderful Quin-Obi artworks, that helped me write.
illustration: http://www.deviantart.com/view/37290212/
Once, he'd had a bad habit of cutting the propulsion in his starfighter and drifting into the hangar on pure inertia, just for the thrill of making Master Tholme wait a few extra moments. There seemed to be no particular harm in it, until the time they were going after pirates, and the mothership left him behind, in Duros space. One moment he was two meters into the hangar and three meters out; the next he was alone in the vast darkness, lit by pinpricks and torches in the planetary shadow. He'd been extra conscientious about landing ever since that highly embarrassing occasion. The Duros pilots were dismissive of inept spacefarers; they didn't tend to live very long.
In fact, he'd gone and erred in the other direction a few times, ruining landing gear by settling in too abruptly. And there had been effects in other areas of his life...
"Why do you always hang onto my padawan braid when you're kissing me?"
They were lying on the new grass, under a flowering fruit tree, and Padawan Vos had his arm around Padawan Kenobi, as they looked up at the blossoms. Obi-Wan raised himself up on one elbow, waiting for his answer; he saw that Quin was surprised by his own behavior, for certain, and was giving it serious thought. The crease between his heavy dark brows gradually smoothed, and his smile grew, until his blocky white teeth shone out between his brick-red lips. His dark eyes twinkled.
"Sorry about that. It's so you don't blast off into hyperspace without me, I guess." A wisp of anxiety lurked behind his easy grin, but if he wanted it ignored, Obi-Wan was willing.
Quin thought Obi-Wan had a very musical laugh. "Hyperspace? You nut." His hand slid down Quin's chest, down his belly, all the way to one leg. "I'll blast you off into hyperspace without me, more likely."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." With that, he wrapped his merry, lithe self over the top of Quin, and kissed him first.
When exactly had they started this kissing thing, anyway? It was some time after they'd gotten back from that Stark Hyperspace assignment, where they'd been through a lot together. Quin knew that Obi-Wan had a crush on his master, which was fairly common among padawans, yet he was popular with the other padawans as well, in a way Quin was not. Quin shied away from most casual physical contacts, wary of unwanted information from his psychometry. The intimacy that had grown out of experiences on their shared mission was a welcome exception for him, that Obi-Wan did not begrudge him.
The first time he'd slung an enthusiastic arm around Quinlan's neck, Obi had been nonplussed by the older boy's embarrasssment. "Would you rather I didn't do that?" he'd whispered, pulling back a little, but Quin had quickly reached out with one of his wrapped hands, showing only the fingertips, and kept his arm there.
"I'm just reading you with my neck--would you rather I didn't do that?" he'd murmured, with a sly look in his dark eyes. And so help him, Obi-Wan had blushed. He hated when he did that. It wasn't long after that Quin found an excuse to sling an arm around him, and the way he did it, as if he'd been daring himself to, moved Obi-Wan in a way he couldn't quite describe.
Gradually they'd become more free with each other's bodies, until they'd been cheering for Bant in a swimming race with another Mon Calamari padawan, and she'd won it, and they'd both been so overjoyed for her that they'd kissed each other. Then Obi-Wan hauled Bant out of the shallows and kissed her, too, and when he'd turned back to Quin he'd seen a new heat in those dark eyes, and he'd quickly caught hold of Quin again, because Quin had been about to turn away and hide it, which Obi just knew was the wrong thing for him to do. He had to fix it.
The crush of Bant's supporters surrounded them with a screen of happy chaos. Obi looked at his hand on Quin's bare arm--above the damn wrist-wraps that he even wore for swimming-- and saw that the reddish chest of his friend was rising and falling a lot faster. Now there was a challenge, as well as heat, in his eyes, as Quin read exactly what that casual kiss meant to the one who'd given it, how he ranked among all other beings ever kissed by Obi-Wan, telegraphed through that touch. Obi-Wan certainly wasn't going to regret that kiss! As the others flowed away from them, after the victorious Bant, he leaned up onto his toes and kissed Quin on purpose. Just to show he'd meant it, mind you. Then he went with the others, and a few seconds later, so did Quin.
But that wasn't their last kiss. They'd started coming up with excuses. Right now they were supposedly studying. But their actual assignments had been finished in the first ten minutes, and they were just lazing around, enjoying the springtime.
Quin's full mouth was warm from the sun and refreshingly moist; his eyes, over the horizon of yellow stripe from ear to ear, reflected the blue sky and the lacy branches like dark mirrors. Between their leisurely kisses he kept grinning, and running his hands gently up and down Obi's back.
Finally Obi-Wan gave a shimmy that pleasantly rubbed their bodies together, making him feel warm as toast. "Whatever are you grinning about?"
Quin slyly lifted his shaggy dark head, cupping one hand around his mouth to whisper into Obi's ear-- "Hyperspace." And then he started tickling.
Pretty soon they were laughing like idiots and rolling around on the grass like stunt pilots in an air show, until Obi-Wan was out of breath. He'd ended up underneath Quin, with the bigger boy's arms tightly around him beneath his armpits, and his heavier torso between his legs. He felt himself throb there, and an answering throb against him, that came from Quin. It startled them both into silence.
Their eyes met. Quin's brown eyes seemed molten in the shadow of his matted fringe. Obi-Wan's were filled with the colors of the sky and the branches. Were they ready for this? It was new to them both, and it seemed to be good-- should they follow where this feeling led?
Slowly, one of Obi-Wan's hands rose up to Quin's face, and one finger followed the yellow stripe to Quin's ear, gently circling in its red-brown whorls. One of Quin's hands sneaked around behind Obi's red-brown hair, lifting him closer--
--and they were off. Quin's rough tongue went deep inside Obi-Wan's mouth, where he could suck at it, and at the same time put the tip of his own tongue on Quin's teeth. That smooth hardness felt so perfect, and a delicious taste was welling up behind them, so nice that Obi could have yelled it aloud, though his mouth was too busy for the yell to come out the whole way. It caught and swelled in his throat. The sounds that did make it out of him were garbled by his joy at the feel of Quin's tongue on the roof of his mouth.
Their crotches were banging up against each other at a pace that was turning his penis into an aching length of incandescent friction inside his clothes, but it was all going too fast to stop and adjust anything, and it was wonderful just like this, with a similar length of Quinlan grinding against the bone where his thigh hooked in, while his was mashed between their bellies.
He had a sudden urge to kick his legs, and it turned into a deep shiver all up and down him, under the galloping boy pressing him into the grass, and his head began to spin.
Dimly he heard Quin yell out, "Obi!"-- then he seemed to go limp, and sweat sprang out on his dark forehead, almost like a sponge being squeezed. He held onto him tightly, as Quin let his head fall onto his shoulder. He was feeling quite winded, and as if they were floating, instead of being anchored solidly to a planet's crust. In fact, he was feeling sort of --emptied out, but in a good way.
"Oh--my--stars." Quin's voice was muffled, as he was saying this into Obi-Wan's tunics, where he was hiding his face. Obi-Wan tried to turn his head in Quin's direction, and found that he couldn't. His braid was caught in Quin's fist. This struck him as hilarious.
His giggles reverberated through the boy on top of him, which also felt great. At last Quin lifted his head again to smile down at him. "What?"
"You can let go now, Quin."
Abashed, Quin relaxed his grip on the braid, and instead stroked the smaller boy's soft cheek. Obi-Wan's mouth had the most complicated curves to it-- once again they were begging Quin's tongue to trace them. And wonder of wonders, they were speaking--
"Hyperspace, huh?" they said, and twitched with amusement. Quin still felt a bit shivery from what they had just done, but he smiled back.
"Anyway I didn't get left behind, did I?"
Then he stopped the talking and started tracing those lips' beckoning curves, wetting their waves, thrilling himself with how they changed under his own lips every moment. Soon the waves were repeating themselves all the way down to his toes, sweeping Obi-Wan under as well, and then up again to catch his breath. Obi-Wan pulled his mouth away to gasp once, then dove in again, rolling with him. And both of them let their hands hands plunge between the folds of each other's tunics, searching for treasures of sensation.
In this new element, they would learn to navigate together.
end
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