...that something was wrong. His quarters were ... organized. Everything lined up straight and stacked neatly, the comfortable disarray replaced by sterile cleanliness. With a sinking feeling, he opened his closet. The sight of ironed robes met his eyes. Oh, no ... He turned around to see Mace walk through the door. "My quarters are being painted," he said. "I didn't think you'd mind."

This fic is rated: NC-17 Fandom: Star Wars Characters/Pairing: Obi-Wan, Mace/Qui-Gon Timeline: a year or so before TPM Summary: Obi-Wan walks in at the wrong time For tpm100 's prompt: Getting Caught Warnings: explicit sexins Word Count: 100 Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed. Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line! Author's Note: Confession...

... His control shatters. "Please!" It's the surrender Qui-Gon has been waiting for. He wraps his lips around Mace's cock, takes the full length of him in one practiced move. Twice, three times, and Mace is jerking beneath him. He lets out a wail that sounds almost like pain, and Qui-Gon slides his arms around his waist to steady him. In the aftermath, Mace lies trembling. Qui-Gon slides up beside...

... no profit is being made. One moment he was falling, screaming -- burning from the inside out, as Force lightning seared through him. The next ... He thought he heard a whisper, "Hello, Mace." He opened his eyes -- except he didn't have eyes any more, did he? He squeezed the eyelids he didn't have shut against the emptiness. He didn't have lungs, so he couldn't take a deep, cleansing...

...over that body, caressed that skin, stroked that cock. The look on Mace's face is unbearably familiar, the sound that Mace makes when he comes would make Qui-Gon hard if he had a body to respond with. There's a moment, as Mace drifts off to sleep, that Qui-Gon thinks he sees recognition in his eyes. But the moment passes, and Mace rolls over to face the wall, leaving Qui-Gon to watch alone.

... slow hyperspace journey back to Coruscant, Qui-Gon made sure to catch Mace when he left the shower. "I've spent the past week and a half being subtle -- " "That was subtle?" "You didn't pounce on me." "Jedi don't ... pounce." Qui-Gon trailed one hand down Mace's bare chest. Mace flinched, but didn't back away. "We'll start slow. Just hands for tonight." He was glad they had a long trip.

...masturbate not a meter away. Mace gritted his teeth. For the past three years, the older Jedi had made frequent appearances in Mace's fantasies. And for the past three days , they'd been living in close quarters. Now, it was all Mace could do not to walk through the door and -- Qui-Gon let out a muffled groan. Mace carefully did not think about how Qui-Gon's face would look as he came.

This fic is rated: R Fandom: Star Wars Characters/Pairing: Qui-Gon (Mace) Timeline: 20ish years pre-TPM Summary: Qui-Gon likes the heat Warnings: mentions of masturbation, m/m Word Count: 100 Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed. Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line! Cross-Posted were_lemur , skywalker_days My FanFic Masterlist Disclaimer...

...I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made. Standing in the shower, Mace wraps his fingers around his penis, strokes himself with brusque, almost angry movements. It's a biological need, he tells himself, no different from eating or sleeping or using the 'fresher. Something...

This fic is rated: Fandom: Star Wars Characters/Pairing: Summary: Prompt: Inspiration: Warnings: Spoilers: Word Count: Feedback: yes, please! Author's Note: Cross-Posted were_lemur , skywalker_days...21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made