Title: In the darkest hour the brightest light shines
Chapter: 1 (reworking of tryst 1)
Author: Hyyp Chick
Pairing: A/O
Rating: R for the chapter, NC-17 for the story as a whole.
Disclaimer: Star Wars and all its affiliations are owned by George Lucas, I'm merely using for fun and do not intend to make money from this.
Summary: Anakin is Obi-Wan's Padawan and following a post mission 'treat' their relationship turns in a new direction.
Author's note: A few months ago I decided that I was not completely happy with the 10 trysts of Kenobi-Skywalker; it was my first ever fic and I thought I could do the story a greater justice than I had done originally. So far I have done up to chapter 4 but I'm really struggling over 5 and so I thought I'd start posting them because I don't want them just getting lost on my computer. I hope to complete all 10 at some point.
This fic is a reworking of trysts but with more structured chapters and character development. Some chapters are very similar to their predecessors and some are completely new so please don't think that if you've read trysts you've read these. Go on give it a go, you know you want to ;)
He knew he should walk away; it was inappropriate. Inappropriate for a Jedi Master such as he was to stand fixated at a gap in the fresher room door watching his Padawan bathe.
Obi-Wan had found himself here following a series of simple events. First he and Anakin had just returned from a peace keeping mission on an Outer Rim planet that specialised in sulphur mining, and then on their return to Coruscant it had been raining and Master Windu had kept them talking on the landing platform for a further half hour.
So as Jedi-like as they could manage they had dashed back to their shared quarters to extend their warm welcome to such luxuries as hot running water, sweet smelling soap, and clean sets of robes.
Obi-Wan had used the fresher first; privileges of a Master, and Anakin had gone in after him. After dressing in fresh robes and looking every bit the poster boy of Jedi propriety again Obi-Wan had wandered out of his room and towards the fresher with every intention of simply asking how long Anakin would be so he could prepare some supper. But something had made him stop short of actually speaking; splashing.
Anakin was splashing.
Obi-Wan moved closer and against all sense of decorum and morality and everything else he knew to be right he peered through a gap in the door that Anakin (obviously in his usual careless hurry) had neglected to close properly.
He was taking a bath. Obi-Wan couldn't ever remember Anakin using the bath before. It wasn't forbidden but Obi-Wan had always thought of it as an unnecessary self-indulgence; the shower was perfectly adequate and more economical and Anakin had always seemed to have assimilated his Master's opinion on the matter as if it were his own.
Obi-Wan brushed back his hair from his face and resolved to walk away, to go and start supper, to do anything but stand here and watch his Padawan bathe; but his feet were rooted with his curiosity and he couldn't leave.
Anakin lazed back languorously in the tub, a grin of pure delight playing across his lips. Almost teasingly he fingered his damp braid, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger as his other hand splashed frivolously in the water sending bubbles flying into the air.
Obi-Wan bit down on his bottom lip as he watched the Padawan toy provocatively with the braid he had plaited for him in the transport on the way home and wondered how he'd never noticed until now how gorgeous the eighteen year old had gotten.
The thought shocked him and he covered his mouth with his hand in an instant as if trying to stop the realisation from escaping him. An aching in his groin however told him that more than just his mind was enjoying the view of his Padawan naked and soaping himself with deliberate and tantalizing strokes.
This was totally inappropriate. He knew he had to walk away. Now. He had to…but…for the love of the Force!
Anakin laid back, tilted his neck over the end of the tub and braced his knees against the sides so he was rested almost completely on the surface of the water; covered only by the few patches of fluffy white bubbles that remained.
He closed his eyes and wrapped his fingers in a firm grasp around his cock, a couple of strokes dispersing the bubbles to reveal his arousal in all its glory. Slowly he began to caress himself with a look of sheer wanton pleasure glued to his features; taking his time, enjoying the moment, relishing each stroke as the heat burned inside him and exhaling an audible moan that resonated off the fresher room tiles as he palmed his hand over the sensitized head sporadically.
Obi-Wan shouldn't want to look on, shouldn't want to see the boy – his charge and protégé – satisfy himself like this but by the Force he did want to! And as Anakin's need for release overtook his pleasure of the act Obi-Wan found he had to bury his arms deep within the sleeves of his robes before he gave in to the temptation to touch himself in tandem, no better than a horny teenager with a porn holo.
At his age he'd like to pride himself on having just a little more restraint than that.
Anakin writhed under his own ministrations splashing in and out of the water as he arched into his own hand and soaking the floor around him as he did so. His lips were parted and contorted with desperation, his eyes squeezed shut and his fist rapidly tugging at his length until he came fast and furiously, crying out in blissful rapture with his Master's name falling helplessly from him.
Obi-Wan's jaw dropped in disbelief and his stomach seemed to be warming up for a Galactic Games diving event; did he really just say what he thought he heard?!
Anakin opened his eyes and Obi-Wan thought he looked straight at him. He smiled something close to smugly and pulled the chain to release the water from the tub. Then he stepped out of the bath and still Obi-Wan could not muster the willpower to move, wanting to drink in every sight, ever inch of his Padawan's lithe and athletic form to sate his new found desires for the boy.
Anakin used the Force to grab a towel and Obi-Wan was still busy mentally berating him for it when he realised Anakin was heading for the door.
He didn't have enough time to walk away and he needed to excuse himself before his Padawan caught him lurking outside the door so before even thinking to formulate a plan he knocked loudly and cleared his throat to announce himself. Anakin pulled the door wide open clinging loosely to the modest covering around his waist and dripping water at Obi-Wan's feet.
"Yes Master?"
"I, er, I, just, was wondering if you'd prefer supper from the Great Hall this evening. My treat. All the pancakes with syrup you want" He half stuttered half babbled hopelessly, wildly overcompensating for his anxiousness.
"Yeah whatever" Anakin shrugged non-committal but a quirk of a grin to his lips made Obi-Wan feel like he was no longer the one in control.
"You want to watch me get dressed too or shall I meet you down there?" Anakin teased wickedly, savouring the moment as Obi-Wan flushed an unseemly shade of red.
A little too late the Jedi Master mumbled something about not knowing what Anakin was talking about but all he got in return was a dismissive scoff. Obi-Wan should have been chastising his Padawan's cheek and insolence as the boy swaggered off to his bedroom but Anakin had won, and Obi-Wan hurriedly left the apartment chastising only himself.