Boys and Their Toys
by Nicole D'Annais

Homepage: http://adult.dencity.com/ndannais/

Pairing: Q/O

Rating: PG or R, I suppose

Category: Romance, fluff

Archive: Master and Apprentice--anyone else ask please

Summary: Response to Ruth's challenge for a story involving handcream, one or both of the boys in boots with no pants on, something 12 inches long, and a doll.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, much less these fine characters--although I own a couple of action figures of them, does that count? Probably not. Oh well, I refuse to make any money off them in any event, so please don't sue me.

Notes: Thanks to Becky for the quick beta, and kaly for the title!
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"I don't want to talk about it right now!" Obi-Wan jumped up from the bed, gathering his clothes and putting them on haphazardly.

"Obi-Wan, if you'd just listen--"

His apprentice whirled around, finger pointing accusingly. "No! You may be my master, you may be my lover, but...but...you're not the boss of me!"

Qui-Gon couldn't help it. He burst out laughing, which only served to make Obi-Wan even angrier. Without another word, the younger man reached for the door.

"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon scrambled out of the bed to stop him from leaving. "Look, love, I'm sorry, but you're obviously not in any state to leave."

"Why's that?" he replied, lower lip jutting out in an impressive pout. "Because you haven't finished lecturing me yet?"

Qui-Gon shook his head, his expression turning serious. "Because you just gave me an argument that wouldn't hold up in the creche, let alone between two adults. And besides, that," he added as a grin crept back onto his face, "you're not wearing your pants."

His apprentice looked down to see his bare legs covered almost to the knees by his boots. "Oh." A grin warred with the pout for a few seconds, then finally won out. He gave a half-laugh as he sat back down on the bed and dropped his clothing on the floor. "You think I'm childish."

Qui-Gon joined him on the bed. "If I thought you were childish, love, you wouldn't be here."

"You wouldn't have taken me as a padawan?"

"No, I wouldn't have taken you into my bed."

A glimmer of hope shone in Obi-Wan's eyes. "So you don't think I'm childish."

"Trust me, I think anything but," Qui-Gon answered, leaning in to capture his lover's lips. "Sexy," he commented, then kissed him again. "Impish." Another kiss. "And tasty," he added, this time following it with a much longer kiss. "But never childish."

"Then why did you say I should get rid of my Galactic Ken doll?" Obi-Wan asked as they fell back onto the bed.

Qui-Gon smiled as he pulled the other man's boots off. "I didn't say you should get rid of it. I said get it out of the bed. It nearly impaled me when I laid down!"

That brought forth a bubble of laughter from Obi-Wan. "Sorry, Master, he must have fallen off the shelf. "I shall be careful as to which of my belongings impales you in the future."

"See that you, do," Qui-Gon said with a smile. He reached for the hand cream on the nightstand, pouring a generous amount into Obi-Wan's hand. "However, if you're in need of toys, I'm sure I can give you something of equal size to play with," he said as he took Obi-Wan's hand and placed it around his own throbbing erection, hissing as the cool cream made contact with his skin.

"Master," Obi-Wan breathed, a hint of teasing in his tone. "You mean it's only twelve inches?"

His only answer was a deep, searing kiss that drove all thought of collectible dolls from his mind.

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