Despite the inauspicious start, Anakin decided to return to Room 0017, ten days after the first time. Maybe, that evening he would be luckier and find someone he wished to be intimate with.
As the previous time, he went to sit at the counter and ordered a drink. He almost choked on it when he saw the man with the blue shirt was there too—and he was dancing.
Anakin sighed, and lost himself in the contemplation of those swinging hips, until the moment a hand landed on his shoulder.
He raised his head and almost groaned. It was the lanky guy from the other evening.
"Listen, Mister, I am-"
"- not interested—at least not in me. Your body language is very clear on this." The guy smiled. "But I know you are new here, and I thought you may like to talk."
Anakin did not want to talk. He just wanted to be left in peace and watch "his" man dance, at least until the woman that was with him on the platform would drag him away.
"He is very attractive, isn't he?" the guy by his side commented.
"Yes, he is," Anakin answered. There was no point in denying it, since he was practically boring holes in the blue-shirted man's back.
"And the most intoxicating thing is he doesn't realize the effect he has on other people."
Anakin just nodded, eyes still fixed on the man.
"You are quite taken by him, huh? Why don't you approach him? Talk to him?"
Anakin turned to face the other man, "I don't see the point. The other evening I saw him go away with a woman."
The guy shook his shoulders. "Ben swings both ways, if a man interests him."
"Ben? I thought one had to remain anonymous here!"
"Indeed. Ben isn't his real name, just the one he goes by here. We all have fake names, it's nicer than "Hey you". Mine is Dek. And yours? You need one if you plan to visit regularly."
Anakin mused for a moment. He needed a name which could not connect him to his real identity, but that would still have meaning for him.
"Luke," he finally said, the name I planned to give to my son, if I ever had one…which is highly unlikely now, he thought but did not say.
"Well Luke, pleased to meet you." They shook hands, then Dek added, "Now, if you want to make a move at Ben, you must act now, before the lady grabs him. But I must warn you, since I get the feeling you have not much experience with men, Ben is an exclusive giver, so you might want to take it into consideration before asking him."
Anakin frowned. Giver? What did it mean?
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I understand."
Dek smiled, amused, "Have you ever been with a man?"
Anakin shook his head. "Is it so obvious?"
"I'm afraid it is—we are all Jedi after all. A giver is a top. He is the one who gives the penetration," Dek whispered explicitly when Anakin kept on staring at him blankly.
"Oh." Anakin wondered if the mask would reproduce the bright flush of embarrassment that was now burning his cheeks and ears.
Dek laughed softly, "However, you must not worry. He is too much of a gentleman to force something on you."
Anakin frowned again, a feeling very much akin to jealousy stirring him. He squashed it resolutely down, for it was ridiculous to be jealous of a man he did not ever know. "You seem to know many things about him. Have you been with him several times?"
"Unfortunately, I have never been with him. I guess I'm not his type. I know much about Ben because he has been the topic of many conversations since he started coming here, four years ago."
"Why?" Anakin asked, wondering if he too was going to be a conversation topic.
"Because he suddenly popped up from nowhere. As you can easily guess by looking at him, even with his clothes on, he is not a young knight. He must be closer to forty than to thirty-five, and yet he never attended this place until four years ago. We found it curious, and wondered how he dealt with his…needs…before."
"I see," Anakin answered, distracted. Ben had stopped dancing, and was walking toward the counter—and Anakin. The young Jedi could not help but wonder if he was Ben's type.
"Hello there," Ben said in a pleasant low voice, offering his hand. "I'm Ben."
"Luke," Anakin replied, taking the other's hand. It was smaller than his own, but as strong, the grip firm, the palm calloused. Anakin wondered what it would feel like to be touched by those hands, so different from Padme's soft and delicate ones.
Anakin barely registered Dek walking away as Ben sat on the nearby stool and ordered a glass of white Alderaanian wine. When he leaned over to take the glass from the droid, Anakin got a sniff of his scent, a mix of clean sweat and cologne. It seemed somehow familiar, and it gave him a sense of safety and comfort. He wondered why.
"So," Ben said after sipping his wine. "Is your first time here? I don't think I have ever seen you before."
"Second, actually. I was here ten days ago. You were here then too, but I doubt you noticed me; you were quite taken by your blond haired companion." Anakin blurted with unexpected boldness.
Ben laughed softly, "I must have indeed been quite taken not to notice you. You are a very handsome young man." The older man raked his gaze up and down Anakin's white shirt covered chest and brown pants.
Anakin blushed crimson. Ben was flirting with him! He was not used to it—he was used to being the seducer, not the seduced. He cleared his voice and asked, "So, do you come here often?"
"No, not really. These two evenings have been the first times I came here in the past seven months. I visit here only when things become…out of control."
Anakin did not truly understand what Ben meant, but he did not care.
He sipped his ale as he collected his thoughts, trying to find something to say, but failing miserably.
Ben saw his embarrassment and smiled again. "I like shy young men."
"Uhm…I'm not usually shy…but this is the first time I have had such a conversation with a man."
Ben's eyes widened and he licked his lips. "But you seemed interested…" he said, hesitantly.
"I'm. It's just I'm-" How could he say "I'm kriffin scared to have your cock up my ass" without sounding so crude?
"You are concerned about certain acts two men do together," Ben supplied delicately.
"Yes," Anakin breathed, relieved.
"But you see, there are other many things men can do together," Ben whispered, looking straight at Anakin with bewitching eyes. "I would be honoured to show you some of them. I promise I won't do anything you don't like." He offered his hand to Anakin.
Anakin considered the offer for a moment. Should he accept? He was aroused and curious and Ben truly seemed to be a nice man. Moreover, Anakin reminded himself, Ben was a Jedi—heck, everybody there was a Jedi and no Jedi would ever abuse another person. What better place and person to try something new?
So he took the offered hand and slid down the stool, following Ben toward one of the private rooms.
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