Twenty four
Author: Hyyp chick
Pairing:Obi/Ani/Quinlan
Rating:R
Disclaimer:I don't own any of them, if you do how much will you sell them for on ebay?
Summary: A lot can change in twenty four hours.

I sort of borrowed some ideas off the Jedidivas, so I hope you girls don't mind. I'm working on an actual menage a trois, this is just some random fic my muse came up with to introduce me to Quinlan.

1am: Anakin lies in his bed, like he has been for the past hour and replays every move, in its every detail, from 'saber practice earlier that day. The way beads of sweat had gathered on Obi-wan's forehead, and how he'd let his Master trip him so that the older Jedi had knelt over him to declare victory. How it had felt to breathe in Obi-wan.

2am: Anakin tiptoes to the kitchen and throws icy cold water down his throat, the illicit thoughts of his Master having made it dry. He thinks the ice water should have gone all over his body considering his raging hormonal responses to even the most innocent image of Obi-wan. And as he wanders back to his room he sneaks into Obi-wan's to steal a glance of him sleeping. Chest rising and falling rhythmically Anakin thinks he could fall asleep if he could just lay his head to his Master's bosom, like he used to when he was a child. Obi-wan looks peaceful, and peaceful Obi-wan is beautiful.

3am: Anakin is back in bed. The covers are pulled high over his shoulders and around his neck. His right hand, his 'saber hand, is down the front of his pants, and he's chewing on his left to stifle the moans that beg to escape him. Within minutes he's sated, but not satisfied. His sexual relief is hollow and he will never be satisfied whilst he still achieves it alone. The mini exertion finally sees him asleep.

4am: Obi-wan is soliciting passionate kisses from Anakin, in the high council chamber. Anakin is aware that his hair is now long and this seat is his own. He must be a Master. Mace Windu is talking, and Yoda is adding his bit, and there's a pod racer in the room. Obi-wan has his mouth around Anakin's throbbing erection and his panting is drowning out Mace's words. He throws his head back with his eyes closed and when he opens them he thinks he might be back on Tatooine. It's definitely sandy, and it's definitely getting everywhere! He accidentally ignites his lightsaber, and it's red…

5am: Anakin awakes from his dream and tries to psychoanalyse the parts where he wasn't in the throws of some sort of sexual act with Obi-wan. The pod racer he can explain. Flying is sex in Anakin's virginal existence. It's what really gets his blood pumping. He fingers his Padawan braid as he recalls his long hair. He has aspirations of becoming a Jedi Master. At this present time though he thinks the council might be sceptical of his ambitions. But the red blade? He doesn't want to analyse that. Anakin Skywalker is a Jedi. And the Jedi aren't immune from having wet dreams. Apparently.

6am: Able no longer to lie in his wet things, Anakin decides to get up. The sun is just beginning to creep over the Coruscant skyline. He goes to the 'fresher and strips from his sleep pants, screwing them into a ball to place into laundry. He doesn't want anyone else to see. He has to relieve himself and then he climbs under the cascading water. He lathers himself up and imagines that it is Obi-wan's hands crawling all over his body, smothering him in foam. He hears his Master's door and promptly retreats from the 'fresher back to his bedroom.

7am: Anakin is fiddling with, and readjusting his robes. He can hear the 'fresher pour water over his Master. His ensuing daydream is lurid. He has a semi, and seriously he thinks every midi-chlorian in his body is made up of pure testosterone. He scrapes back his hair into a ponytail and picks at the fraying edges of his braid. He could re-do it but he can't be bothered. He'd rather spend his time fantasising about his naked Master in the adjacent room.

8am: Anakin finally emerges to eat breakfast with Obi-wan. Obi-wan prepares the meal, Anakin just sits down and waits to eat it. He loves to watch the choreography of Obi-wan cook. They are seated opposite one another and Anakin steals glances of his Master as often as not to be noticed. Anakin is a fast eater, but Obi-wan is precise. Slipping the food between his lips and then letting them close around his fork, chewing with careful thought, and then sending his tongue to the corners of his mouth on a reconnaissance mission for missed morsels. Then he does the same for the next mouthful. Anakin lewdly jokes to himself that he could be a mouthful for Master, and he'd be glad to leave a morsel or two for Obi-wan to lick clean. He concedes that in all honesty his crush is getting a little beyond him and is skirting the realm of obsession. He clears the breakfast table, and tries to avoid meeting his eyes with Obi-wan.

9am: Obi-wan is doing something very important for the council. Anakin is in a class studying ballistics. He hates maths in any form. Actually Anakin's not really one for classrooms, he likes to study in the field. He figures if he ever needs to track the trajectory of a projectile he'll just use the Force. He's pretty confident that it can do that. And if it doesn't do it for anybody else, he's still fairly confident it will do it for him.

10am: Anakin is still in his ballistics class only now he's folding paper into the shape of a star cruiser and throwing it at the Twi'lek in front of him. He's dismissed from the class with a satisfied grin on his face and he heads down to the great hall early for a drink. He hates it when all the classes are let out and a hundred Padawan are scrabbling for attention. Though Anakin has to admit that his smile, or his eyes, or a combination of both, can usually prevent him from remaining in the queue for too long. Obi-wan will receive a report during the day regarding Anakin's wayward behaviour in class. Anakin doesn't care. Another lecture means 'exasperated' Obi-wan, and he looks so cute when he gets all riled up like that. Anakin ought to be careful though. He's received a few reports recently and if his behaviour remains a cause for concern he will find himself in front of the council. He's already got an appointment with them today. He's got an inkling as to why. Mace is gonna tear him to shreds, again.

11am: Anakin is in the archives and he's supposed to be researching Wookies. Instead he's on the 'net and he's 'stumbled' across some images of Obi-wan. He makes sure his chair is as flush to the table as he can get it with him in it, and then proceeds to sneak his hand into his leggings, pulling his cloak over the top of it to hide his action. The ability to pull this off (no pun intended) is not one that escapes Anakin, even though the archives are full of other Padawan. He is aware that if he is caught he is in for a very uncomfortable meeting with the council and in all likelihood Obi-wan, and he doesn't much fancy explaining this incident to anybody else. His body shudders and he glances around to make sure nobody has noticed. It's nearly lunchtime, he'll get notes on the Wookies from someone else. He loves his eyes.

12pm: Anakin has snaked through the queue with ease, and lunch in hand he is looking for a suitable place to sit. He spies Obi-wan at a table with his friend, Quinlan, but thinks better of approaching them. The glare he gets from Obi-wan moments later means that he has already been informed about the ballistics class and Anakin sits down with a group of his peers. It takes everything he has not to keep turning round to make eyes at his Master. A sudden pang of jealousy hits him in the pit of his stomach just before Quinlan passes by him with Obi-wan in tow. Obi-wan gifts Anakin a brief glance and then shaking his head slightly he leaves. Anakin wishes he knew why he had a sudden hating of Quinlan Vos.

1pm: Meditation. Like that's what Anakin's doing. The Temple is as silent as a grave as the collective Jedi give themselves to the Force. Anakin's giving himself to Obi-wan in his daydream.

2pm: Anakin is in front of the council, Obi-wan at his side. Mace is using his sarcastic undertone to ask Anakin why he thinks he is here. In an innocent and pathetic voice Anakin asks understatedly if it's about the pod race. Mace starts his tirade and Anakin doesn't think he releases his anger into the Force, he just stores it in his 'to shit on Anakin' box. Yes, he is here about the pod race. The one he didn't have the permission of the Jedi to attend and had to use a mind trick to gain entry to. The one he'd consequently ended up winning which inadvertently meant his face had been plastered all over the holonet. Mace seemed a bit pissed by the whole thing. Obi-wan had that 'here-we-go-again' look on his face. Anakin thinks maybe he'd given up on him.

3pm: Lightsaber in hand and ignited, Anakin is copying the moves as Obi-wan performs them until their motions become fluid and indistinguishable from each other. Team Kenobi-Skywalker. Anakin can't help wishing that their bond will never end.

4pm: Obi-wan is data filing on the couch in their quarters. Anakin is drumming his fingers distractedly on his data pad. The title of his essay is 'A Jedi has no place for emotion. Discuss' but that's as far as he's got. He doesn't really understand the question because he, Anakin Skywalker, is at times an emotional wreck. Obi-wan sighs heavily and places his pad on the cushion of the couch. They discuss the ballistics class and the council meeting, and as Obi-wan lectures Anakin gets more and more frustrated until he starts screaming at his Master and then he storms off. Obi-wan was addressing him as a little boy, and Anakin's not a little boy, not any more, and he wishes desperately that Obi-wan could see that.

5pm: Anakin has just been wandering whilst his head spits out everything he hates about Obi-wan. He doesn't really hate Obi-wan but he can be so patronising, and demanding, and Anakin isn't like the other Padawans and everyone else just has to start excepting that. He paces for a bit longer until his anger subsides, and then he decides that he is hungry.

6pm: Anakin makes his way to the great hall and takes a seat alone. He plays with his food for a bit before the seat opposite him becomes taken. Obi-wan apologises for the tone of voice he used earlier and explains that he only does it because he knows Anakin is better than this. Anakin is in agreement and apologises for his outburst. Obi-wan brushes his fingers lightly down Anakin's cheek and he smiles a smile that melts Anakin. Obi-wan's display of affection is rooted in their apologies, their make up as friends. Anakin wants so much to reach up and touch the hand that is stroking his cheek, or turn his face into it and gently lay a kiss into Obi-wan's palm. He's sure he nearly does, on impulse, but Obi-wan has broken the contact and is continuing to eat. Anakin's not hungry anymore.

7pm: Obi-wan has to go out. Something to do with a covert mission. He is changing in his room. The door is open and if Anakin strains his neck from where he is sat in the common room, he can watch Obi-wan remove his Jedi garb and dress casual. By the time Obi-wan is bidding his goodbyes, Anakin is in the 'fresher and replaying the strip in his head. If only it could be for him. He allows satiated gasps to echo in the room. And as he straightens himself out he realises that he is fed up with pleasuring himself. He wants someone else to do it for him. He's 16 years old. He's ready to know.

8pm: Anakin is messing about in front of the mirror. He has had to hide his head under a hat, the Padawan braid is a dead giveaway to his real age. He has created a 'look' and hopes that it will blend him into the crowd. He gives himself a confident wink in the glass and leaves the apartment to slink undetected from the Temple.

9pm: Anakin has heard the knights talk of this nightclub and this is where he bids the taxi to take him. Exuding confidence he has no problem getting in and he heads straight to the bar to order a drink. The bartender suggests a 'Coruscant corkscrew' and Anakin finds that these slip down the throat quite nicely, leaving a fruity after taste and a delicious burn. He remains at the bar and knocks a few back.

10pm: Anakin is drinking like the hangover tomorrow will never come. Anakin's never had a hangover so he's not actually afraid of it just yet. He can't understand why people don't drink like this every night. He feels great, and happy, and in the mood for a dance. As he's strutting his stuff to a brand of music he's never heard before he feels someone clasp his hand and lead him away from the dance floor. They stop outside the bathroom stalls.

11pm: Quinlan wants to know what Anakin is doing here, he sounds desperate on Anakin's behalf. He tells him that Obi-wan is in the club and Anakin can pretty much work out what will happen if he is caught. All of a sudden his legs don't seem to want to work and he's feeling dizzy. Quin is asking how much he has had but Anakin wasn't exactly keeping count. Quin says he can't leave him in this state, he'll help him back to the Temple, just that he has to tell Obi-wan that he'll be right back. Anakin can't remember when Quin left and when he came back, he thinks he's dead because everything is spinning so far away. Quin drags him out a back door and bundles him into a taxi.

12pm: Anakin is in bed again, and he's naked and sore. But he can't quite get that goofy grin off his lips. He knows it's all going to hurt in the morning, so he's going to savour in it now. He was absolutely horrified when he cried Obi-wan's name aloud, but as Quin dressed he told him that he would keep his secret, after all he hadn't told anyone that Obi-wan screams for Anakin when he comes. Anakin watches the relentless stream of traffic negotiate the Coruscant airways, and he knows now that it feels good.