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Title: What is This Feeling?
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi (Quin/Obi)
Prompt: 21. Friends.
Word Count: 1475
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Quin and Obi-Wan are tired of being inexperienced, so they decide to try things out together.
Author's Notes: A mostly angst-free fic! *gives self a sticker* Also, this contains chan. I'm not quite sure how old they are - I think Quin's sixteen, which would make Obi fourteen. While the title is courtesy of the shuffle on my iPod, the fic itself has nothing to do with the lyrics of the song.
Quinlan leaned against the wall of the corridor, watching Obi-Wan punch his code into the pad next to the door to his quarters.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Obi-Wan asked suddenly, glancing up.
"Quit worrying, Obi-Wan," he retorted. "Your Master's out on a mission; it's not like anybody's going to catch us." He quirked an eyebrow. "Unless you're having second thoughts?"
The door slid open, but Obi-Wan made no move to go inside. "Well," he said, clearly trying to appear nonchalant, "we've got to do it sometime."
Quin frowned momentarily, wondering if he was foolish for hoping that this would mean something. "Yeah, I guess so." He walked past Obi-Wan, looking around at the compulsively neat quarters. He'd been here before, of course, but never under such circumstances.
Obi-Wan came up behind him, tentatively placing a hand on the small of his back. Quin almost jumped at the unexpected touch. "So," he said, his voice sounding unusually loud in his ears, "here we are."
Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, fidgeting with the hem of his tunic with his free hand. Quin could feel the nervousness radiating from him through the Force; it did nothing to ease his own anxiety. "Let's sit," Obi-Wan said, breaking the silence. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
Quin wanted to move over to the sofa. He wasn't sure how much longer his legs would support him, but at the same time, he didn't want to break his contact with Obi-Wan. He shook his head. "No, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Obi-Wan's voice rose in pitch. "I mean, it's no trouble at all, really." Quin felt his hand start to move in small circles. He wondered briefly if Obi-Wan was just teasing him, but he discarded that idea; the emotions he picked up were genuine, he could tell that much. No, teasing just wasn't something Obi-Wan would do, not as inexperienced as he was.
Obi-Wan moved closer, till he was directly behind Quin. "What do we do now?" he whispered, his breath hot against Quin's neck.
"Whatever you want to do." Quin, of course, knew exactly what he wanted to do, inexperience be damned, but if Obi-Wan wanted to go at this agonizingly slow pace, he was entirely willing to endure it.
Obi-Wan pulled away suddenly, crossing over to the couch and sitting down. "I don't know if this is going to work, Quin," he said in a strangled- sounding voice. "I want to do it, but I don't know what to do."
Quin sat down next to him; he could tell that the younger boy was close to tears. "C'mon, Obi," he coaxed, trying to sound reassuring. "I don't know, either. It won't be the end of the world if you do something wrong." He slung an arm across Obi-Wan's shoulders, pulling him closer. "I bet I'll screw up just as much as you will."
Obi-Wan looked at him, his blue eyes wide. "I'm just scared you won't like me anymore."
His heart broke a little. "'Course I will." Quin rested his chin on the top of Obi-Wan's head, feeling the spiky hair tickle his lips as he spoke. "You're my best friend." He wanted more, though, something he was reluctant to admit to himself, let alone to the object of his desire, who he knew was obsessed with someone entirely different. "You're the only person besides Master Tholme who knows about what's happened to me." I love you, he added silently as he wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan's breathing slowed, and he relaxed into Quin's embrace. "You promise?" he asked timidly, twisting slightly to face Quin.
Quin smiled. "Yeah, I promise." He leaned forward, gently brushing his lips against Obi-Wan's. He could feel Obi-Wan trembling, and he hoped he hadn't moved too suddenly. "You all right?" he asked, remaining still.
Obi-Wan pulled back a bit, studying Quin's face for a moment. Slender hands reached up to trace the bands of yellow skin; he closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the sensation. The fingers roamed downwards, one of them following the outline of his lips, and Quin instinctively darted his tongue out to lick it. He heard Obi-Wan gasp; grinning inwardly, he sucked the finger into his mouth and opened his eyes, staring seductively (or so he hoped) into Obi-Wan's eyes. It felt good, swirling his tongue around Obi-Wan's finger and listening to the sounds he made.
Obi-Wan let out a small moan, a sound that shot straight to Quin's groin. Quin gave the finger one last long, slow swipe and released it, his eyes still fixed on Obi-Wan.
"Force, Quin," he said finally, his face flushed. "That was..." He searched for words, but failed. "Force." His eyes were wide, pupils dilated; Quin couldn't help but think how beautiful he looked like this.
He kissed Obi-Wan again, but not as chastely as before. This kiss was awkward, but sexually charged, teeth clashing a bit, till they found a comfortable position, tongues pressing against each other. It was a bit wet and squishy, and it took them awhile to find a way that didn't smash their noses together or put a kink in anyone's neck, but Quin loved every second of it. It was his Obi-Wan in his arms, moaning slightly against his mouth, running his hands along his back. Quin had never been so aroused in his life.
He finally broke the kiss, and they stared at each other for a long moment, both panting heavily, neither certain of what to do next.
"Do you want to go farther?" Quin asked, his throat suddenly dry. They were still pressed up against each other, and he could feel Obi-Wan's erection, only a few inches from his own. The room suddenly seemed uncomfortably warm; Quin longed to escape the confining layers of tunics. He wanted to feel Obi-Wan's skin against his.
Obi-Wan swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he slowly reached out and took Quin's hand, moving it to cover his erection. Quin squeezed gently, and was rewarded with a gasp and a sharp jerk of Obi-Wan's hips. He traced the outline, barely brushing it with his fingertips. Near where the head was, he thought he could feel just a hint of moisture seeping through the cloth. He nearly salivated, thinking of Obi-Wan's bare cock, precome welling at the tip.
He was so lost in his fantasies, he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Obi-Wan touch him. He squirmed a bit, grinding against the hand. "Obi," he half-gasped, half-moaned, using his free hand to pull at the drawstring of his trousers, hoping that Obi-Wan would get the hint.
Obi-Wan lifted the hem of his tunic up, rubbing Quin's stomach for a moment, then slowly wriggled his hand under the waistband of his trousers. He bucked his hips and nearly came then and there, just from the sensation of having Obi-Wan's hand on his cock, without a confining barrier between them. He forced himself to calm down; he didn't want to orgasm just yet.
Quin finally managed to focus enough to turn his attention back to Obi-Wan, inching his pants down over his hips and down his thighs till his erection sprang free. It was fully hard, but the skin was surprisingly soft and smooth to the touch. It was something Quin had never noticed about his own penis while masturbating. He assumed, though, that it was generally the same process, and that what felt good to him would probably feel good to Obi-Wan. He stroked tentatively, adding a slight twist at the head, then sliding back down.
"Quin," Obi-Wan choked out, speeding up his own strokes, "I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last."
He grinned back at Obi-Wan, reaching down with his other hand to gently rub his balls. "Don't worry about it, Obi. Just enjoy yourself."
Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut and bucked his hips, thrusting upwards. "Force," he gasped as he came, semen spurting over Quin's hand. That was all the encouragement Quin needed; feeling Obi-Wan orgasm drove him over the edge, panting and crying out wordlessly.
The two boys slumped against each other, their breathing ragged and their eyes glazed over. They were silent for a few minutes, gathering their thoughts. "Wow," Quin said finally, feeling that this expressed all that needed to be said.
"Wow," Obi-Wan agreed. He glanced down at himself. "We're kinda messy." He giggled at this absurdity, sending Quin into an undignified giggle fit as well. In between laughs, Quin lifted his hand to his mouth and experimentally licked a bit of semen off.
"Interesting," he said thoughtfully, then grinned. "I think I know what we should try next time."
Obi-Wan grinned right back at him, his blue eyes sparkling in a manner that took Quin's breath away. "I'm game if you are."
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi (Quin/Obi)
Prompt: 21. Friends.
Word Count: 1475
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Quin and Obi-Wan are tired of being inexperienced, so they decide to try things out together.
Author's Notes: A mostly angst-free fic! *gives self a sticker* Also, this contains chan. I'm not quite sure how old they are - I think Quin's sixteen, which would make Obi fourteen. While the title is courtesy of the shuffle on my iPod, the fic itself has nothing to do with the lyrics of the song.
Quinlan leaned against the wall of the corridor, watching Obi-Wan punch his code into the pad next to the door to his quarters.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Obi-Wan asked suddenly, glancing up.
"Quit worrying, Obi-Wan," he retorted. "Your Master's out on a mission; it's not like anybody's going to catch us." He quirked an eyebrow. "Unless you're having second thoughts?"
The door slid open, but Obi-Wan made no move to go inside. "Well," he said, clearly trying to appear nonchalant, "we've got to do it sometime."
Quin frowned momentarily, wondering if he was foolish for hoping that this would mean something. "Yeah, I guess so." He walked past Obi-Wan, looking around at the compulsively neat quarters. He'd been here before, of course, but never under such circumstances.
Obi-Wan came up behind him, tentatively placing a hand on the small of his back. Quin almost jumped at the unexpected touch. "So," he said, his voice sounding unusually loud in his ears, "here we are."
Obi-Wan nodded in agreement, fidgeting with the hem of his tunic with his free hand. Quin could feel the nervousness radiating from him through the Force; it did nothing to ease his own anxiety. "Let's sit," Obi-Wan said, breaking the silence. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"
Quin wanted to move over to the sofa. He wasn't sure how much longer his legs would support him, but at the same time, he didn't want to break his contact with Obi-Wan. He shook his head. "No, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?" Obi-Wan's voice rose in pitch. "I mean, it's no trouble at all, really." Quin felt his hand start to move in small circles. He wondered briefly if Obi-Wan was just teasing him, but he discarded that idea; the emotions he picked up were genuine, he could tell that much. No, teasing just wasn't something Obi-Wan would do, not as inexperienced as he was.
Obi-Wan moved closer, till he was directly behind Quin. "What do we do now?" he whispered, his breath hot against Quin's neck.
"Whatever you want to do." Quin, of course, knew exactly what he wanted to do, inexperience be damned, but if Obi-Wan wanted to go at this agonizingly slow pace, he was entirely willing to endure it.
Obi-Wan pulled away suddenly, crossing over to the couch and sitting down. "I don't know if this is going to work, Quin," he said in a strangled- sounding voice. "I want to do it, but I don't know what to do."
Quin sat down next to him; he could tell that the younger boy was close to tears. "C'mon, Obi," he coaxed, trying to sound reassuring. "I don't know, either. It won't be the end of the world if you do something wrong." He slung an arm across Obi-Wan's shoulders, pulling him closer. "I bet I'll screw up just as much as you will."
Obi-Wan looked at him, his blue eyes wide. "I'm just scared you won't like me anymore."
His heart broke a little. "'Course I will." Quin rested his chin on the top of Obi-Wan's head, feeling the spiky hair tickle his lips as he spoke. "You're my best friend." He wanted more, though, something he was reluctant to admit to himself, let alone to the object of his desire, who he knew was obsessed with someone entirely different. "You're the only person besides Master Tholme who knows about what's happened to me." I love you, he added silently as he wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan's breathing slowed, and he relaxed into Quin's embrace. "You promise?" he asked timidly, twisting slightly to face Quin.
Quin smiled. "Yeah, I promise." He leaned forward, gently brushing his lips against Obi-Wan's. He could feel Obi-Wan trembling, and he hoped he hadn't moved too suddenly. "You all right?" he asked, remaining still.
Obi-Wan pulled back a bit, studying Quin's face for a moment. Slender hands reached up to trace the bands of yellow skin; he closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the sensation. The fingers roamed downwards, one of them following the outline of his lips, and Quin instinctively darted his tongue out to lick it. He heard Obi-Wan gasp; grinning inwardly, he sucked the finger into his mouth and opened his eyes, staring seductively (or so he hoped) into Obi-Wan's eyes. It felt good, swirling his tongue around Obi-Wan's finger and listening to the sounds he made.
Obi-Wan let out a small moan, a sound that shot straight to Quin's groin. Quin gave the finger one last long, slow swipe and released it, his eyes still fixed on Obi-Wan.
"Force, Quin," he said finally, his face flushed. "That was..." He searched for words, but failed. "Force." His eyes were wide, pupils dilated; Quin couldn't help but think how beautiful he looked like this.
He kissed Obi-Wan again, but not as chastely as before. This kiss was awkward, but sexually charged, teeth clashing a bit, till they found a comfortable position, tongues pressing against each other. It was a bit wet and squishy, and it took them awhile to find a way that didn't smash their noses together or put a kink in anyone's neck, but Quin loved every second of it. It was his Obi-Wan in his arms, moaning slightly against his mouth, running his hands along his back. Quin had never been so aroused in his life.
He finally broke the kiss, and they stared at each other for a long moment, both panting heavily, neither certain of what to do next.
"Do you want to go farther?" Quin asked, his throat suddenly dry. They were still pressed up against each other, and he could feel Obi-Wan's erection, only a few inches from his own. The room suddenly seemed uncomfortably warm; Quin longed to escape the confining layers of tunics. He wanted to feel Obi-Wan's skin against his.
Obi-Wan swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, and he slowly reached out and took Quin's hand, moving it to cover his erection. Quin squeezed gently, and was rewarded with a gasp and a sharp jerk of Obi-Wan's hips. He traced the outline, barely brushing it with his fingertips. Near where the head was, he thought he could feel just a hint of moisture seeping through the cloth. He nearly salivated, thinking of Obi-Wan's bare cock, precome welling at the tip.
He was so lost in his fantasies, he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Obi-Wan touch him. He squirmed a bit, grinding against the hand. "Obi," he half-gasped, half-moaned, using his free hand to pull at the drawstring of his trousers, hoping that Obi-Wan would get the hint.
Obi-Wan lifted the hem of his tunic up, rubbing Quin's stomach for a moment, then slowly wriggled his hand under the waistband of his trousers. He bucked his hips and nearly came then and there, just from the sensation of having Obi-Wan's hand on his cock, without a confining barrier between them. He forced himself to calm down; he didn't want to orgasm just yet.
Quin finally managed to focus enough to turn his attention back to Obi-Wan, inching his pants down over his hips and down his thighs till his erection sprang free. It was fully hard, but the skin was surprisingly soft and smooth to the touch. It was something Quin had never noticed about his own penis while masturbating. He assumed, though, that it was generally the same process, and that what felt good to him would probably feel good to Obi-Wan. He stroked tentatively, adding a slight twist at the head, then sliding back down.
"Quin," Obi-Wan choked out, speeding up his own strokes, "I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last."
He grinned back at Obi-Wan, reaching down with his other hand to gently rub his balls. "Don't worry about it, Obi. Just enjoy yourself."
Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut and bucked his hips, thrusting upwards. "Force," he gasped as he came, semen spurting over Quin's hand. That was all the encouragement Quin needed; feeling Obi-Wan orgasm drove him over the edge, panting and crying out wordlessly.
The two boys slumped against each other, their breathing ragged and their eyes glazed over. They were silent for a few minutes, gathering their thoughts. "Wow," Quin said finally, feeling that this expressed all that needed to be said.
"Wow," Obi-Wan agreed. He glanced down at himself. "We're kinda messy." He giggled at this absurdity, sending Quin into an undignified giggle fit as well. In between laughs, Quin lifted his hand to his mouth and experimentally licked a bit of semen off.
"Interesting," he said thoughtfully, then grinned. "I think I know what we should try next time."
Obi-Wan grinned right back at him, his blue eyes sparkling in a manner that took Quin's breath away. "I'm game if you are."