Contrary to Anakin's convictions that the following seven days would be among the longest of his life, time actually passed quickly, and before he knew it he was again in Room 0017, dancing with Ben.
The older man was again wearing his blue shirt and black trousers. Probably, they were the only civilian clothes he owned. Jedi went often on undercover missions, but the clothes were given back to the quartermaster once the task was completed. Anakin owned more civilian clothes, like the green shirt and grey pants he was wearing this evening, simply because Padme had bought them for him.
They danced with each other for a while, uncaring of everything but the other, then Ben stopped and tilted his head toward the private rooms. Anakin was only too eager to nod and follow him there.
For the entire day he had worked himself to gather the courage to give Ben oral sex and now he was quite anxious to do it.
Once inside the room, they threw themselves into each other's arms, with none of their first night's restraint and hesitation. They kissed with ardour, tongues battling hotly, as they arched against each other.
When Anakin attacked Ben's shirt a bit too energetically in his haste to get the other man undressed, Ben stopped him with his hands.
"Slow down Luke," he whispered with a smile. "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."
"Sorry, but I've been thinking about this moment for the past seven days," Anakin answered, taking a calming breath.
"Well, I hope you found the time for meditation and duty," Ben commented, unbuttoning his shirt.
Anakin looked at him with narrowed eyes, "You are a master, aren't you? I bet you have a padawan back in your quarters, who is now sleeping or studying, totally unaware of what his or her master is doing!" Anakin smirked.
"I have no padawan at the moment," Ben answered, "but I had one. He was knighted a few years ago—I'm still trying to recover from the experience!"
"Geez, but you must be really old!" Anakin smirked again, bending to remove his shoes.
"I will show you how old, brat!" Ben exclaimed, slapping his ass.
"Oh…Do you want to play Strict Master And Naughty Padawan?" Anakin commented, a tad surprised by how comfortable he was with a man that, for all purposes, was a complete stranger.
"If you want…" Ben had finished disrobing, and was standing near him, gloriously naked and erect.
"No, I don't really want it. I have the feeling your mind would work out some quite tortuous way to "punish" me…" Anakin was naked too now, and they moved to the bed, where they embraced and rolled all over the mattress, kissing and caressing, cocks trapped between tightly pressed bellies.
"What you want me to do?" Ben whispered after a while, breath hurried and pupils dilated with arousal.
"I would like to feel again your mouth around me…but this time I will do the same for you."
Ben caressed his cheek with the back of his fingers, and Anakin wished he could feel it. Blasted mask!
"You don't have to do it, if you don't want to. I was perfectly content last time."
"I know, but I want to do it. Really."
Ben smiled at him, unable to hide how pleased he was. "Then let's do it this way."
He disentangled from Anakin's arms and he reversed his position on the mattress, so that he was now lying with his face toward the foot of the bed, his head at Anakin's hip level.
Ben's groin was in front of Anakin's face, his musky smell intoxicating. The young man's mouth watered as he observed the cock jutting proudly from its nest of auburn curls.
Now, what he could do? This shouldn't be too hard—he would just do what he liked for himself. He wrapped his left hand around the base of Ben's cock and stroked it. Then he leaned forward, bringing his lips to meet the tip of Ben's erection, and gave it a light kiss. Ben moaned and Anakin smiled. So far so good.
He stuck his tongue out and tentatively licked Ben's soft skin, from base to tip, tearing another moan from the older man's throat. Anakin smirked in satisfaction, but then it was his turn to moan when he felt Ben's mouth engulf him in its scalding heat. His right hand twitched involuntarily and he gripped the balls he was cupping a bit too hard, causing Ben to yelp and tense.
"Careful!" the older man said hoarsely, letting go for a moment of Anakin's cock.
"Sorry," Anakin whispered, rubbing his right hand along Ben's thigh to relax him. "It won't happen again."
Anakin opened his mouth and took Ben completely in, moving as far down as he could without choking. He increased the pressure from his hand as he pulled his head backward, making a sucking motion with his mouth. He repeated this several times, enjoying the taste and feel of Ben.
The older man took Anakin's erection back in his mouth, but this time he controlled his reactions. Ben would not be happy if he bit him!
Anakin growled around Ben at the feel of the older man's throat muscles constricting around him and his hips began to thrust first slowly, then faster as he felt his orgasm approach.
He came, spilling his seed into Ben's mouth welcoming mouth, letting go of the older man's cock in order to cry out his pleasure.
Anakin was panting hard now, but he did not want to leave Ben waiting. He took him back into his mouth, sucking hard, and using his tongue on the shaft as Ben had done for him the previous time. He felt gratified when after several minutes his efforts were successful and Ben's warm seed filled his mouth. For a moment Anakin wondered if he should spit it, but in the end he swallowed it.
When he recovered, Ben reversed his position and came to rest with his head near Anakin's. They were both on their side, facing each other, arms loosely wrapped around the other's waist.
"Must you go away now?" Anakin whispered, hoping Ben would stay longer than the previous time.
"No, not yet. It's very nice to stay here, like this."
"Do you feel like talking?"
"Sure."
"May I ask you how old you are Ben? Is it a permissible question?"
"Yes, even if I don't see the point of it. Anyway, I just turned forty. Why do you ask?"
"Because, the other evening, Dek was speaking about you and he told me you started coming here only four years ago and…well, I find it curious, since you seems to like sex quite a lot."
Ben was silent for a long time, so much that Anakin thought he had overstepped his bounds and was about to apologize, then he finally spoke.
"I didn't come here before because I had…an attachment to another Jedi since I was eighteen. No, it's not what are you thinking. We have never been together like this— we loved from afar. But it would have felt wrong to come here and have sex with someone while thinking of another."
"And now?" Anakin whispered.
"Now she is dead. She was killed during the war." Ben fell silent and lowered his eyes, perhaps embarrassed for having admitted that he, a master, had had an attachment.
"Don't feel bad about this. I too had an attachment – with a civilian—and we consummated it, several times. I thought it was going to last forever, but now it is over."
"I'm sorry," Ben murmured, pressing closer.
"Me too. There was a time I even thought about leaving the Order for her, but now I'm happy I didn't."
"I too had mused about leaving the Order—both of us had—but in the end we decided that being Jedi was more important than our relationship. So we promised each other not to ever raise the topic of our love again…at least till the day she died telling me she still loved me—and I her."
"You did the right thing, the Jedi thing."
Ben shook his head. "Not really. The Jedi thing would have been to let go of all the feelings I had for her, but I hold on to them. They have been my comfort during some rough periods. I feel like a hypocrite because I always preached to my Padawan to let go of his attachments, while I hold so tightly to mine."
"I still believe you behaved like a true Jedi. I, on the other hand, broke the Code without many regrets or remorse," Anakin commented, full of self-reproach.
"Well, I hope you aren't expecting me to give you a lecture about attachments! I'm not exactly the right person," Ben joked, lightening the mood.
"Of course not!" Anakin grinned and pulled the older man back into his arms, for another long kiss.
The time to leave the bedroom would come soon enough, and he did not want to waste anymore of it with sad talks, when he and Ben could occupy it with more pleasant activities.