Speeder Delay

I have no idea if anyone will want to read this, but I'll post it anyway. First time I've written a completed watersports story, so sorry if it's awful.

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Obi-Wan bit back a sigh as he drew the speeder to a halt, a winding trail of stationary vehicles in front of him. He could really have done without an additional wait at that moment. To his left Qui-Gon shifted in his seat to peer out of the viewport before settling back down with a shake of his head.

“Backed up on all levels. We’ll be here for a while I think.”

Obi groaned softly, switched the engine to minimum and sat back in his seat. Even then he couldn’t be entirely comfortable, but that wasn’t going to change so he might as well make the most of what they had. He knew he should have used the ‘fresher at the spaceport, but it was too late to change the past and so he must put up with the uncomfortably full bladder his decision had caused.

His master turned and rummaged in the back seat and Obi took the opportunity to carefully clamp down on his end of their training bond until it was almost completely closed. One thing he didn’t want was his master discovering his problem.

The older man eventually turned back, comlink in his hand. He quickly punched in a code and then waited for a few seconds for a response.

“Hello, this is Master Qui-Gon Jinn speaking. Could you please inform the council that we are stuck in traffic and will therefore be unable to attend the debriefing scheduled for tonight? Thank you. Yes, tell them to contact me tomorrow to rearrange. Yes, that’s fine. Thanks again.”

He switched the device off and tossed it back onto the back seat. “That’s the meeting cancelled, anyway. We might actually get back to our apartment early for once.”

Obi-Wan nodded distractedly. His level of desperation had risen sharply in the few moments he had been sat there with nothing to do, and he was having to devote more and more attention to keeping himself from shifting to ease the pressure.

Qui-Gon looked at his Padawan carefully. He’d felt the younger man close their bond earlier and had refrained from commenting, but now he was getting concerned about his apprentice’s lack of concentration.

Obi shifted in his seat, his discomfort becoming too strong to completely ignore. Qui-Gon frowned.

“Are you alright?” He asked, concerned. His Padawan normally had no trouble staying still so for him to shift about so much was strange.

“I’m fine.” Despite the words Qui could see that his face was tighter than normal and he looked tense, as if fighting something.

“No you’re not. You’ve closed the bond and you’re trying to hide something from me. What is it?”

Obi reddened slightly in embarrassment that his attempts to hide had been seen through so easily. “It’s nothing, really. Nothing you can help with anyway. I’ll be fine.”

Even as he said it he doubted he would be. The traffic hadn’t moved once in the 10 minutes or so they’d been sat there and from the way the traffic lanes were blocked up it was likely they’d be there for a lot longer, and his bladder was already protesting that it needed emptying soon. Very soon in fact.

Qui-Gon looked at him and shook his head. “You’re not fine, and why don’t you let me be the judge of whether I can help or not?”

He was surprised to see his apprentice redden further. “What is it that’s making you so embarrassed? And don’t say nothing, because there obviously is something. I can’t remember the last time I saw you blush.”

Obi sighed, then gave in and released the mental grip he had on the training bond. He could feel his masters awareness drift down it and resigned himself to a lecture on self control and planning ahead.

When he felt the bond reopen Qui sent out a mental probe to find out why his Padawan was so edgy. Finding only discomfort in his upper level emotions he delved deeper to find the cause. He was surprised at what he found. His own bladder began to ache in sympathy as he encountered the desperation the younger man was experiencing, and he pulled back into his own mind with more of an idea about why his Padawan was embarrassed. Bodily functions were not something they tended to speak of unless they absolutely had to, and it had been obvious in Obi-Wan’s mind that he expected to be lectured on a lack of self control or something similar for allowing himself to reach this state.

“Why are you so embarrassed about it?” He asked gently. “You could hardly have known that we would get caught in traffic, and under normal situations we’d have been home about 10 minutes ago or more.”

“But I should have been prepared for anything,” replied Obi, shifting his position more noticeably now that his secret was out. “I decided not to go at the spaceport and didn’t think about the consequences.”

“Just because we are Jedi doesn’t mean we are omniscient. You misjudge things, it happens. It’s not like I have never been in this situation.”

Obi-Wan grunted and shifted again, pressing his legs together tightly. “That may be, but it doesn’t get rid of the balloon that is currently my bladder.” He winced and shifted his weight forward slightly in an attempt to lessen the pressure. The urge to stop holding back and let go was getting stronger by the second, and there was no sign of relief any time soon.

Qui looked at him. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He asked cautiously, unsure if conversation would be welcomed but feeling inadequate not doing anything.

Obi glanced at him with a pained expression. “Distract me?” His voice held a note of sheer panic, as if he had realised there was no way he would make it back to their apartment.

“How?”

“Talk to me. Tell me about the last time you were desperate or something, just keep my mind off the length of time we’re going to be stuck here.” His face was pale.

Qui thought for a moment then shrugged slightly. “It was when you were doing that diplomacy course on Alderaan. I was given a short term placement as a stand in for another knight who had been taken ill halfway through negotiations, Knight McKenzie’s partner. You knew I had gone, and I think I told you about it, just not this part.”

Obi nodded. He remembered that trip. He’d been forced to attend a week long seminar on advanced diplomacy at the Alderaanian University and his master had elected to fill in for the missing knight rather than do nothing for the week. From all accounts the mission had been as boring as his seminar. His thought train was interrupted by another stab of pain from his bladder that caused him to involuntarily grab himself through his leggings, mindless of appearances.

Qui shook himself and continued, distracted momentarily by the sight of his apprentice loosing control. He firmly stuffed those feelings to the back of his mind. This was his 18 year old Padawan, not some random stranger whose discomfort he could enjoy without them knowing.

“Anyway, it was the last day before we travelled home and they’d organised a tour of the planet for us to say thank you, so we went. It was a small pod with the driving compartment completely separate from the viewing area, and the viewing area was just that, a bench in a cabin with windows on 3 sides above waist height. Perfect for sitting and admiring the foreign flora as we were driven around. Not so good in other circumstances.”

He paused again in concern as his Padawan doubled over with a moan, both hands pressed against his crotch. It was obvious that making it back to their apartment was going to be impossible, and Qui-Gon couldn’t completely suppress the stir of arousal he felt at the thought of the young man beside him loosing control. He shifted to cover it and then went on.

“We broke down about half an hour away from the city, but the design of the pod meant that you could only get out through the driver’s compartment, and the door needed power to open. So, we were stuck. It didn’t seem too bad at first, we had brought food with us and we didn’t have anything else to do that day, but gradually we realised that we’d been in there since well before lunch and we’d been drinking heavily. Not alcohol, although there was a bottle involved, but water. It was so hot in the sun that we had been drinking constantly to keep hydrated behind the glass, and before long we both needed the ‘fresher quite badly.”

He broke off again as a thought struck him. “I’ll keep talking; I just want to see if I can find something.”

He barely saw his Padawan’s nod as he manoeuvred his way into the back seat, rooting around in the supplies they kept there.

“I was worse off than she was, but only just. I was used to holding on for long periods of time but not after drinking as much as I had, and she was more used to easy missions where facilities are generally close at hand. We had never worked together before, so we both kind of danced around the issue for a while as we got steadily and steadily more desperate until I had to grab myself much as you’re doing now to hold back. She was soon doing the same, and we thought we would both lose it quite quickly when the power came back on.”

He finally found what he’d been looking for, a bag of spare clothing they’d just brought back from their mission. Rummaging through it he barely heard Obi’s faint question.

“What happened?” His voice sounded strained.

“I fell over and completely soaked my pants. I wasn’t expecting the movement and had stood up to see if walking around helped. My partner lasted a bit longer but lost it when she tried to stand up to get out. The locals were very apologetic and cleaned all our stuff, and we both promised to forget about it and not mention it again.”

He heard a strangled sound from the front seat and emerged clutching a couple of spare tunics to find Obi almost crying and a small dark brown patch on his leggings. Obviously he’d lost control briefly. He looked up at the older man, desperation in his eyes.

Qui stepped forward and offered him the tunics.

“I know it’s not much but if you pee into them we can stick them in one of the containers and wash them out when we get home.” He offered a solution quietly, and was surprised at the slight shake of his Padawan’s head.

“If I let go I’m done. I can’t hold it for much longer…” He whimpered.

Qui-Gon hesitated, then stepped forwards and crouched at the side of the pilot seat. “Do you trust me?” He asked quietly.

“Yes. Please…”

It was enough. He quickly folded the tunics so that they formed a pad of material in one hand. With the other he moved in and started to undo the fastening on Obi’s pants, working around the hand that was firmly ensconced there. When it was undone he carefully positioned the pad on the younger man’s lap and then started to pry the hand away.

“Master, no! You can’t, I’ll pee on you!”

He didn’t listen and instead continued to prise Obi’s hand away before repositioning the fabric.

Obi almost screamed at the loss of pressure as his hand was removed, and could immediately feel his muscles start to give way, pee surging down his cock and squirting onto his master’s hand as it held the tunics in place. Mortified, he tried to stop the flow, but his bladder couldn’t fight the tide of liquid and to his shame he started to pee faster, golden liquid flowing over Qui’s skin before soaking into the fabric below.

He groaned in relief as on his desperation lessened, his hips arching up slightly in pleasure, eyes closing of their own accord. It felt too good to let go to be embarrassed about the circumstances. He could feel the material on his lap getting heavier and warm, but his legs weren’t wet so it was doing some good. His flow seemed never ending, and he wasn’t sure he wanted it to end. The relief was almost as good as an orgasm, and as he thought that he realised arousal would be next the list once his bladder was empty.

Slowly his stream tapered off until it was just a thin trickle and then stopped. Obi opened his eyes, surprised to realise that his master hadn’t moved away, hadn’t moved his hand out of the way. He was also embarrassed to realise he was starting to become hard, the euphoric sensation of being able to let go stimulating another urge, and he blushed, shifting away from the man crouched at his side.

Qui came to his senses with a start. He’d been startled when Obi had started to pee over his hand, but hadn’t had the will power to move away, mesmerised by the golden river that flowed down his fingers. How long had he dreamed about a situation like this one?

He snatched his hand back and started to gather up the material, making sure to hide the totally inappropriate erection currently contained in his leggings. He deliberately ignored his Padawan’s rising member too, knowing it was an after effect of being desperate and then being able to let go. Instead he carefully gathered the pad up and made to stand.

Obi realised he was still on display and reached down to tuck himself back into his pants, but the first brush of his hand made him gasp involuntarily and his hips twitch upwards. He’d never been this sensitive before, and the slightest touch made his cock jump, precum pooling at the slit.

Qui-Gon smiled slightly and turned away, fighting the urge to give his Padawan a hand. “I’ll go and put this in the back. You, um, sort yourself out.”

Obi twisted in shock. That couldn’t mean what he thought it meant, could it? As his master headed for the back section he noticed the older man seemed slightly uncomfortable as he walked.

“Qui?” he asked hesitantly. The use of his name made the man turn around.

“Obi? What’s wrong?” He looked concerned, but as Obi looked closer it became apparent that the front of his leggings was tented, and Obi’s cock jumped.

“Come here?” He asked, unsure, and the older man slowly headed back into the main part of the cockpit.

“Obi, I need to put this away…”

“You enjoyed that didn’t you.” His words held no accusation, just a statement of fact. Despite that Qui-Gon drew back slightly, refusing to meet his Padawan’s eyes.

Obi sighed and rose from the chair. “Qui, it’s alright, I don’t mind.” His hand grasped the other man’s shoulder and squeezed. He gently took the sopping mass from his hands and set it on a nearby table before drawing the man closer. One hand wandered downwards to caress the bulge hidden by the master’s long tunic and drew a strangled groan from said master in response. “You’ve already seen that I enjoyed it, part of it anyway, so why are you ashamed to react in the same way?”

Qui pulled back. “Because you are my Padawan and I shouldn’t be thinking of you in that way!”

“Why not? I’m of age. I certainly don’t mind.” He raised an eyebrow at his master. “And you obviously have been thinking of me in that way or you wouldn’t have said shouldn’t instead of don’t.” He stepped closer once more. “Just let me help you with this. One time. I won’t mention it again, promise. Let me do something for you for once.” His hand squeezed again and worked its way under the waistband of the confining leggings while the other one worked at the fastenings to make it more comfortable. He gently pushed Qui backwards until they hit the edge of the opposite seat and fell into it, Obi straddling the older man’s legs.

Qui’s head fell back with a thump. He couldn’t be expected to deal with this. This had been a part of his dreams for so long that although he knew he should push the younger man away he couldn’t, instead working his hand down to stroke the erection pressing into his hip.

Obi groaned, he’d been close before and the feel of his master’s hand was driving him towards the edge extremely quickly. He sped up his strokes and soon felt Qui thrusting up into his hand, breathing coming more harshly. In no time at all it seemed they were both coming, clinging to each other with their free hands. Obi rested his head against the older man’s shoulder and tried to slow down his breathing.

Finally he looked up to find Qui-Gon studying him carefully.

“Was that so bad?” He asked the older man with a grin.

Qui shook his head and smiled faintly in return. “No. Inappropriate but enjoyable.”

Obi laughed. “Which was the inappropriate part, jerking each other off or me pissing on you?”

Qui-Gon blushed. “Both. But both were nice.”

Obi settled back onto his Masters lap with a contented sigh. “How long have you liked that kind of thing then? The peeing I mean.”

Qui was silent for a moment. “As long as I can remember I suppose. To some extent anyway. Always putting off going to the bathroom as a kid, masturbating with a full bladder as a teenager and then doing anything to stop anyone else finding out as an adult.”

“And how long have you wanted me in that situation?” Obi asked observantly.

The blush on Qui’s face deepened. “I’m not sure I should say.”

Obi laughed. “More than 2 years then?”

“Maybe.”

“And does this fantasy have any other parts to it?”

“Well…”

“What?”

“Let’s just say if we’re stuck here much longer I might end up in a similar situation to you and things could go from there.” His voice was nervous, unsure of how his Padawan would react to this new information.

In contrast to the older man’s fears the young man snuggled closer. “Let’s just hope we’re here for a while then.”