Rating: M/Strong R

Chapter Two

"Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart."
-Author Unknown

When Obi-Wan moved his hand to untie his leggings, Anakin grabbed his arm, stopping him from pushing them down. "Let me." Anakin noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he touched his Master's stomach. "I've been waiting for this for months—I'm not going to miss one inch of you."

To Anakin's surprise, Obi-Wan did not argue, but dropped his hands and allowed Anakin to finish the ties. Anakin's heart raced as the pants pooled around his Master's ankles, revealing his trim body and his perfect erection. His Master was hard again—because of Anakin.

Anakin put his hand on the countertop to steady himself as Obi-Wan turned and stepped into the shower. He took a few deep breaths—he didn't want his Master to think he was a novice at this. And although he was smitten with Obi-Wan, Anakin still didn't know how his Master felt about him. Obi-Wan was attracted to him physically, but what about emotionally? He could be very difficult to read.

Anakin took one last deep breath and stripped his own pants off before joining him in the shower. Obi-Wan was waiting for him under the spray, and Anakin stood transfixed as his Master was once again dripping wet. There was an awkward moment as they stared at each other.

Obi-Wan broke the silence and gestured toward the soap. "We should wash—we're both covered in filth."

Calm down, Anakin. You can wait a little longer. As much as he wanted to shove Obi-Wan back against the wall, clean or dirty, he didn't want his Master to think that he was only interested in sex—Anakin wanted this to be meaningful for both of them.

Anakin nodded. "Right." Anakin took Obi-Wan by the shoulders and turned him slightly so that his Master's face was no longer under the water. He took the bottle of soap and dumped a large amount out into his palm, rubbing the soap across the top of Obi-Wan's head. "Your hair is dirty, Master. Let me wash it for you."

Obi-Wan said nothing, but lowered his head while Anakin smeared the suds through his Master's hair. When he was finished with his hair, he moved his hands down to caress the smooth sides of Obi-Wan's face.

Obi-Wan gripped Anakin's arms and sighed as he leaned his head back under the splash of water, letting the soap roll down his face. He wiped the remaining soap from his hair and neck and rubbed it onto Anakin's chest, massaging the firm muscles before sliding his hands onto Anakin's hips.

Anakin couldn't take it anymore. He knew Obi-Wan wanted to go slowly, but this was outrageous. He had barely contained himself while washing the silky stands of his Master's hair, but having Obi-Wan's hands on his hips was making his head spin. He had to do something before he exploded all over the shower tile like a young boy.

Anakin backed his Master into the corner of the shower and got on his knees. The tile was hard, but the slight discomfort was well worth it.

"Anakin—we're supposed to be taking this slowly."

"This is slowly, Master." He peered up at Obi-Wan and raised his eyebrows. "Do you want me to stop?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. "No."

"Good." Now, what to do? This couldn't be too hard—he would just do what he liked for himself. He stared at Obi-Wan in awe as he wrapped his left hand around the base of his length.

He leaned forward, bringing his lips to meet the tip of Obi-Wan's erection, and gave it a light kiss. Obi-Wan moaned, and seemed to sink further into the wall of the shower. So far, so good.

Before deciding what to do next, Anakin snuck a quick glance up toward Obi-Wan's face, curious to see if he was watching Anakin, or if his eyes were closed. Anakin felt his mouth curve into a smile—his Master had been looking down at him!

But Obi-Wan had quickly looked away when he saw Anakin raise his eyes. He grinned wider as he imagined the flush of Obi-Wan's cheeks at being caught staring. He stuck his tongue out and tentatively licked his Master's soft skin.

Obi-Wan groaned and muttered something incomprehensible—he threw his arms out to the sides and tried to support himself against the slick walls.

Encouraged by this display, Anakin grew bolder. The underside was most sensitive for Anakin when he touched himself, so he moved his tongue down to the spot were his fingers were wrapped around the base, and licked upward in one swift motion.

"Oh. Fuck. Anakin."

As he felt Obi-Wan's hand tangle in his hair, Anakin opened his mouth and took Obi-Wan in completely, moving as far down as he could without choking. He increased the pressure from his hand as he pulled his head backward, just barely remembering to make a sucking motion with his mouth. He repeated this several times, enjoying the taste of Obi-Wan. His Master was now gripping his hair so tightly he thought it might rip out.

"Ahhh, Anakin!" Obi-Wan slumped forward as he came into Anakin's mouth.

Anakin was a tad surprised by the rush of salty fluid. Although he relished the taste, he didn't really wish to swallow it. He ducked his head and spit the fluid onto the floor of the shower, hoping that Obi-Wan wouldn't notice. He looked up and was pleased to see that his Master didn't seem to be noticing much of anything right now.

Obi-Wan sank to the floor, panting.

Anakin grinned. "How did I do?"

"Give me a moment…" He gazed at Anakin with a hazy expression. "Are you sure that was your first time?"

"I'm a fast learner."

Obi-Wan nodded. "Apparently. That was…amazing." His Master shivered. "Why don't you go get comfortable in the bed, and I'll meet you there when I recover."

Anakin let his fingers graze across Obi-Wan's nose. "Don't make me wait too long, Master."

Anakin walked out into his cabin and lay down across his bed. He tried to focus on something besides his erection, which now seemed larger than he had ever seen it. The skin felt like it was going to burst if he waited another minute. He glanced toward the refresher door, making sure that Obi-Wan wasn't on his way, and began to stroke himself.

When he looked back toward the doorway, Anakin was startled to see his Master standing there, watching him touch himself.

He pulled his hand away quickly and felt his cheeks redden. Padmé had seen him doing the same thing once when she had kept him waiting.

Padmé covered her mouth with her hand as she walked toward the bed, but he still heard the giggle.

"What's so funny?"

She shook her head, her curls bouncing. "You just can't wait, can you?"

He smiled up at her, confused as to why she looked so…amused?…disgusted? "I can't help it—I'm just excited to be with you."

"That is very kind—but you're not supposed to do that anymore once you're married."

"Who says?"

She put her hands on her hips. "I don't know! But you shouldn't need to now that you have me!"

"You don't ever do that now?"

"Of course not! I never did." She cast her eyes up toward the ceiling as if she were forced to explain herself to an imbecile and giggled again. "I do have some self control."

He frowned and rolled away from her, all desire drained from his body. "It doesn't work like that for a man, Padmé."

"Ani?" She slid across the bed and kissed his back. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know." She nuzzled up against him. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

She had apologized several times, and he knew she felt bad. They had gone on to make love, but he had felt like an idiot. And he had made sure to never touch himself where she might catch him again.

He closed his eyes again, still embarrassed to be seen as so impatient. The mattress sank a little as Obi-Wan sat next to him.

"Don't stop." Obi-Wan took Anakin's hand into his own, and placed it back onto Anakin's erection.

"It doesn't bother you?"

"Absolutely not. It's…beautiful…when you do that."

Anakin's cheeks reddened again, but this time with pleasure. Obi-Wan's hand closed around his own as Anakin began to rub himself again.

His Master scooted in closer to him, turned onto his side, and pressed up against Anakin's thigh. Obi-Wan pulled Anakin's leg in between his, trapping it between his knees. He slipped his arm under Anakin's shoulders so that their faces were close together.

Anakin sighed and relaxed his arms and legs. He always took the lead in his marriage, so it was nice to have someone else guiding him.

Obi-Wan worked his fingers underneath Anakin's, so that he was the one touching Anakin's bare skin.

Anakin turned his head, and his lips met Obi-Wan's. Anakin closed his eyes and whispered, "Are we going to…?"

Obi-Wan kissed his ear and murmured back. "Yes, but not yet. It's too soon."

As Obi-Wan's strokes grew faster, Anakin moaned. He wasn't going to last much longer.

Just as he was on the brink, Obi-Wan released Anakin's erection and untangled their legs, crawling backward until his face was even with Anakin's hard length. He wound his hands under Anakin's hips, and gripped him tightly while lowering his mouth to completely encase Anakin.

Anakin curled his fingers around his Master's arms and moaned. Anakin's entire body went rigid as Obi-Wan moved up and down on his erection. The fifth time that Obi-Wan pulled his mouth upward, he swirled his tongue, and Anakin screamed as he came into his Master's mouth.

Anakin lay on his side with his eyes closed, as he ran his fingers back and forth across Obi-Wan's back. He desperately wished that he never had to deal with this subject again, but it was plaguing him. Every time he thought he had banished it, little bits of it burrowed back into his mind. "What am I going to do about Padmé?"

He thought he saw Obi-Wan's shoulders tense slightly as he shifted. "You have to make that decision."

Anakin moved his hand to his Master's waist. "It's not fair to her. I can't stay married when I am thinking of you."

Obi-Wan rolled over, turning to face him with a smile. "How long have you been thinking of me?"

Anakin reached over to smooth a strand of his Master's hair. He had not combed it after their shower, and it was sticking out in odd directions. "For years—five to be exact. But lately it's been unbearable."

Obi-Wan smiled again. "I had no idea."

Anakin ran his palm over Obi-Wan's cheeks, still reveling in the sight of his face without the beard. "Now you do."

"I feel the same, you know." His Master pressed his hand over Anakin's. "I tried to repress it for so long."

Anakin stomach fluttered at this declaration. Was his Master admitting that he felt more for Anakin than physical attraction? If his Master, who adhered strictly to the Code, felt that his feelings needed to be repressed, then that must mean that he was attached to Anakin. It wasn't, I love you, but Anakin could live with that if he knew Obi-Wan was attached to him.

Anakin inched closer to Obi-Wan, throwing his arm around him and snuggling closer. "I know it doesn't make sense, but it feels like I'd be cheating on you if I slept with her again."

"And that is a problem."

"Because of the attachment?"

Obi-Wan kissed his forehead lightly. "Yes."

"Obi-Wan, if I never touch you again, I will still feel this way. I am attached you, and there is nothing that will change that."

"We share that problem, Padawan."

Anakin almost shuddered with delight. Even though thinking leaving Padmé had his stomach in knots, Anakin was happier than he had ever been in his life. His Master had just come right out and said that he had an attachment—to him. For the first time in their thirteen years together, they were completely honest with each other. The usual wall of misunderstanding had dissipated somewhat, leaving an airy openness in the Force.

Anakin decided to change the subject before Obi-Wan could try and tell him they must end their connection. "Master—can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"How was it with Quinlan?"

Obi-Wan's eyes flickered with amusement. "It was…a satisfying arrangement—quick meetings and shared lust."

Anakin frowned. That wasn't exactly what he had wanted to know.

Anakin knew that his Master had seen the stormy look on his face when Obi-Wan continued after a brief pause. "We never slept in the same bed, we never cooked dinner together, and we never talked—not like this. We did not care for each other deeply, if that's what you're asking."

"Yes, that's what I meant." Anakin decided that he had heard enough for the moment about Quinlan's lust for his Master. He did not want to envision their time together—which sounded like a bunch of wild trysts. Anakin's own sex life paled in comparison to that, and he didn't really care to think of Obi-Wan ripping the clothes of Master Vos.

Anakin needed to get Obi-Wan's mind off Quinlan's sexual expertise before he started comparing the two of them. And he did still have some serious things to discuss with his Master—unfortunately those things involved Padmé. Anakin wondered if it bothered Obi-Wan to hear about her. "Should I go to the Council—about Padmé?"

"I don't know Anakin. I can tell you that they will not expel you from the Order, especially if you have ended the relationship." Obi-Wan's eyes had turned serious. "You are too important."

"I will end it. There is nothing else I can do."

"I think that will be best, if that is what you decide to do. Padmé is a young, vibrant woman. She will recover and move on with her life, in time."

Anakin buried his face in his Master's neck. "I feel so guilty, Master."

Obi-Wan brought his hand to Anakin's hair and began to play with his curls. "I know you do. And I imagine that you don't need a lecture on why marriage is an entanglement and a distraction that a Jedi cannot afford."

Anakin shook his head. "No. I have learned that myself now."

"I have always heard that ending a marriage is one of the most trying experiences of one's life."

Anakin sighed in contentment as his Master's fingers sifted through the hair near the back of his neck. "I just hope she will be happy."

"You're right Padawan, she deserves a man who loves her completely. This may sound odd, but I am proud of you for not trying to maintain the marriage when your heart is elsewhere."

"I'm selfish, but not that bad, Master!" Anakin pulled back to stare at Obi-Wan's face. "What are we going to do about us?"

"I don't have the answer to that, Anakin. I want to be with you, but the attachment we share violates the spirit of the Code. But in turn, I cannot give you up. I am not willing to be separated from you."

Anakin hugged Obi-Wan tightly. "Good, because I wouldn't let you be separated from me."

Anakin was still lying facedown on the bed, half asleep, when Obi-Wan stepped into the room from the corridor. Anakin hadn't even been aware that his Master had gotten up, but he saw now that Obi-Wan was fully dressed—even his lightsaber was hanging from his belt.

Anakin frowned as he saw the grave expression on Obi-Wan's face. "What is it?"

"I just spoke with the Council—we have to go back to Coruscant. The Chancellor has been kidnapped."