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"Well, it isn't as if we'll get out of here any time soon."

Qui-Gon closed his eyes -- Obi-Wan's hand was inside his leggings now. "The Prince said he would return with the key as soon as-" His speech was cut off by a mouth clamping over his own.

Obi-Wan leaned against him in the darkness, pressing their cloth-covered cocks together, his hand still stroking as best he could.

"The Prince can join us, then," Obi-Wan breathed.

"Over my dead body," Qui-Gon said, pulling his Padawan's hips against his own. The feeling of rough cloth against his sensitive skin was nearly overwhelming. Obi-Wan groaned into his chest, his hand stilled between their bodies by pressure alone. Qui-Gon let his head fall back against the wall.

The door opened and light from the corridor spilled over them.

"Well," Bail Organa said, one eyebrow raised. "I seem to have returned too quickly."

"Actually," Obi-Wan said with a grin, "you're just in time." He grabbed the Prince by the wrist and pulled the door closed again.