TITLE: Any Place, Any Time
AUTHOR: Master Yo-Gurt
ARCHIVE: M&A, Stolen Moments (http://www.ravenswing.com/YoGurt), Sithchicks, all others please ask
CATEGORY: Humor, PWP
SERIES: Companion piece to "Deceptive Maneuvers".
PAIRING: You wanna know? Read for yourself then! *eg*
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: The wrong place, the wrong time, and yet -- such sweet, deprived pleasure!
DISCLAIMER: George -- don't read this with your mouth full, k??? You'd choke and I don't want to be held responsible for your demise at such a critical point in the post-production phase of Episode II!:=)
FEEDBACK: Please, always craved and appreciated at quigon_jinn21@hotmail.com
NOTES: This is all the Feathered One's fault - *pointz at the Emu* - it was her one-line challenge that let me put this little insanity to paper.

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"Master ... will you behave your- ... self!", Obi-Wan hissed as best as his present condition allowed him to, leaning back against the large desk that adorned the center of the room, his fingernail almost scratching the fine dark wood of the table's surface and he tried desperatedly not to succumb to his desires entirely.

"I cannot ... do this, not here, if they'll find out ... oh Godssssss...." His voice became even more hissing as the pleasure centers of his brain threatened to overload because of the tender, yet determined stimulus administered to his groin.

"Mastaaaaaaaaah ... goooooood" His words were garbled when he finally came into that velvet mouth that had sucked and caressed his cock ever since they had retreated into Mace Windu's office. No-one had been in here, and Obi-Wan's lover had thought it would provide an extra thrill if they'd "do it" right here, right now. Indeed it had -- the Padawan couldn't think of any time when he had come close to release in such record time!

Exhausted from pumping his young seed down that warm gullet of lust, the young man collapsed into a heap next to his companion, snickering uncontrollably as he buried his head into his lover's tunic.

"What about you, Master? I mean, don't you want me to get you off, too? We'll still have time .."

A hand wiped off the last remnants of Obi-Wan's cum and with a sad look in those deep, round eyes the Master looked at the Padawan.

"Hear him coming, I do ... quick now, straighten our clothes, we must. Bring me off later, you may!" With a little force-push the tiny Master helped the otherwise very agile and nimble Padawan onto his feet again.

At just the right moment, for the door to the office flew open and in strode a very concerned looking Councillor, who curiously eyed the two beings standing nonchalantly in his office.

"Master Yaddle? Padawan Kenobi? So sorry if I'm late. I felt ... yes, a great disturbance in the Force, very close by. Did either of your notice anything unusual?" Mace Windu looked form one to the other, piercing both of his guests with his ebony eyes, a frown still on his face.

"Nothing we noticed in here, Mace. Must have been the Grabba beans you 've had for lunch, convinced of that I am."

"Very droll, Master Yaddle, but since you don't seemed to have noticed anything ..." Mace knew from experience there was no point arguing with his fellow Councillor when Yaddle spoke with such fervor -- it even made her mouth foam, Mace couldn't help observing and he quickly decided to drop the subject. Resigned he threw up his hands and moved to his large chair behind his desk, motioning for both his visitors to take their seats opposite him in some cushioned leather chairs. Once again looking puzzled from on to the other, Mace shook his head and proceeded to open a large folder that sat on his desk.

"Now -- on to business. Padawan Kenobi, about those special meditation lessons you have asked to receive from Master Yaddle ..."

The silvery mental laugh from his companion at the absurdity of the situation made the young man harden again, and he knew this evening would be one of some very long mediations indeed with his new teacher!

The End