Chapter 5
The first thing Anakin noticed was a shiny new Volkswagen in the driveway.
"Huh. I guess someone has decided that we're not using our driveway. I suppose they have a point."
"The car is yours, Anakin."
Anakin whipped around to stare at him. "Obi-wan, what did you do?"
Obi-wan shrugged. "I told you, you're not walking home alone from bus stops anymore. So, I called my assistant early this morning and told her to sort something out for you."
"You… you bought me a car?"
"Of course. I need you to be safe, Anakin."
Anakin threw his arms around Obi-wan, kissing him enthusiastically. Obi-wan laughed as he kissed back. "That's the best thank you I've ever gotten."
"I don't know what to say, Obi-wan. You've already given me and Ahsoka so much…"
"You deserve it, dearest."
Anakin didn't know about that, but he was beyond grateful that Obi-wan thought him worth so much effort.
"Will I still see you tonight?"
"Of course, Anakin. Do you want to come over to my place?"
"Yeah, definitely! I can cook us dinner."
"I would offer to cook myself, but my expertise tends to end at scrambled eggs on toast."
Anakin chuckled. "Well, now you have me."
"That I do."
Anakin walked around the new car as Obi-wan left, admiring it from every angle. It truly was spectacular. He didn't deserve Obi-wan.
He had to find a way to pay him back, somehow.
Anakin desperately wanted to keep Obi-wan. He was falling and falling hard. It wasn't about the money anymore. If Obi-wan was to go bankrupt tomorrow, Anakin would gladly take him in and work to support both of them. He just wanted Obi-wan.
He wanted to give Obi-wan everything he was looking for. Anakin knew that Obi-wan was attracted to him; he could see it in the way Obi-wan's eyes flicked up and down his body when he thought Anakin wasn't looking.
Anakin wanted to give Obi-wan sex. Not only did he want to give it to Obi-wan, but he wanted it for himself. He wanted to get over what Maul had done to him. He wanted to take his life back.
So, Anakin showered and dressed in his sexiest outfit, one of the ones he and Obi-wan had bought when they were out shopping. It was a blue top matched by tight brown pants which showed off his ass to great effect. The color of the top brought out his eyes perfectly.
Anakin knew he had achieved the look he was going for when he opened the door. Obi-wan gaped at him for a moment before snapping his mouth shut, blushing slightly.
"You look great."
Anakin winked at him. "Anything for you, darling."
Obi-wan shot surreptitious looks at Anakin out of the corner of his eye for the whole drive. When they got to Obi-wan's house, the two of them sat on the couch, snuggling up to each other.
"So, what did you have planned for supper?"
Anakin lifted the bag of groceries he had brought with him. "I was thinking I'd do a lasagna."
"Mmm, I haven't had a good lasagna in ages."
"It's my mother's recipe. I'm sure you'll like it."
"I'm sure I will, dearest."
Anakin made no move to get up off the couch. "You know, I'm not hungry just yet. How about we do something to work up an appetite?"
He didn't give Obi-wan a chance to respond but leaned in to kiss him. Obi-wan returned the kiss eagerly. Anakin reached between them, rubbing the growing bulge in Obi-wan's pants. Obi-wan groaned and bucked into his touch.
Obi-wan pulled Anakin's shirt over his head, lavishing attention on his chest. Anakin was panting under his touch, eager for more.
Then, it all went wrong.
His vision flickered, and it suddenly wasn't Obi-wan's gentle hands, but Maul's rough ones. Anakin squeezed his eyes shut. He knew it wasn't Maul. This was Obi-wan, and Anakin wanted to do this for him.
Obi-wan started undoing Anakin's pants, reaching for his cock. Anakin started crying. He couldn't do this. But he wanted so badly to be good for Obi-wan.
He tried to keep himself as still as possible, silently begging Obi-wan not to notice anything was off. He just wanted to get through this as quickly as possible. Anakin flinched as Obi-wan's hand trailed between his legs, heading for his ass.
"Anakin? Anakin, sweetheart, what's the matter?"
Obi-wan stopped touching him at once, which only made Anakin cry harder. "No, you can keep going. Just ignore me, please, Obi-wan."
"That's never going to happen, Anakin."
Obi-wan pulled Anakin's pants back up and helped him put his shirt on. Anakin's face was burning with shame. He turned away as Obi-wan put his shirt back on as well.
Obi-wan came to lie back down on the couch. Anakin had his face practically pushed into the couch cushions, desperate not to look at Obi-wan. Obi-wan pressed his chest up against Anakin's back, putting his arms around him. "Talk to me, dearest. Was it another flashback?"
Anakin nodded. "I'm so sorry, Obi-wan! I so wanted to be good for you, but I just keep messing everything up."
"Shh, don't think like that. You are good for me, sweetheart. So good."
"But you want sex!"
"I want you more. I want you to feel safe and loved. That's what I want most, Ani. I don't want your body if it causes you pain."
"But I want it too! I swear I do, Obi-wan. You're so handsome and charming and when I look at you, sometimes all I can think of is how badly I want your cock in me. But whenever I try, I just – I can't."
"You're going too fast," Obi-wan told him firmly. "If you really want this, Anakin, and are not just doing it to please me, then we can try, but we need to be careful. How about we just take this one step at a time, hm? You were managing to kiss me without flashbacks, correct?"
"That's right."
"Then why don't we just start with kissing? We can worry about the rest later."
"You're going to lose patience with me. You're being so kind, but what if this takes months? What if it takes years?"
"Then it takes years. I will say this as many times as I need to for you to believe it. I want you to be happy, Anakin. If that doesn't include sex, then it doesn't include sex."
Why didn't Obi-wan understand? What good was Anakin if he couldn't even provide a hole to fuck?
"Talk to me," Obi-wan murmured. "Please, tell me what you are thinking."
"I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment."
"Anakin, please look at me."
Anakin reluctantly turned in Obi-wan's arms but didn't meet his eyes.
"Anakin…"
Anakin brought his tearful eyes up to meet Obi-wan's warm ones.
"You are not a disappointment. Never once have I regretted my decision to be with you. I need you to believe me."
Anakin couldn't believe him. Obi-wan may think that way now, but he was a man in his prime. Of course, he needed sex.
"We could – I wouldn't mind if you got another escort. I mean, not to replace me, but just to have sex with. Since I can't. We could continue as we are, and you could see him for sex."
It almost ripped Anakin's heart out to suggest it, but he desperately needed Obi-wan to keep him.
"I would never do that to you, dearest."
How could Obi-wan possibly know that Anakin's heart was filled with relief at his words? Maybe Anakin had to get better at guarding his facial expressions.
"I'm so sorry," he mumbled, hiding his face in Obi-wan's chest.
"Anakin. Don't apologize for being afraid. You know that, dearest."
Anakin chuckled weakly. "Yeah, yeah."
"Now, are you feeling up to cooking, or shall we order in?"
"I can still cook. I've been looking forward to it."
"Me too. I'm eager to try your mother's lasagna."
Obi-wan tenderly wiped Anakin's tears and helped him up. Anakin was so embarrassed that he hoped that the floor might just open up and swallow him, but the floor didn't oblige.
Obi-wan treated him completely normally. Thinking of his failed attempt at seduction made Anakin want to change his name and leave the country, so he focused on making dinner.
As he got drawn into the cooking, the disaster of earlier faded to the back of his mind. Obi-wan helped here and there, chopping things as Anakin directed.
When dinner was finally finished, they ate sitting next to each other on the couch.
"Anakin, this is delicious."
"Really?"
"Absolutely! I'd ask you for the recipe, but I'd probably butcher it on my own."
"I guess you'll just have to keep me around so that I can make you more."
"I guess so." Obi-wan leaned in and carefully placed a light kiss on Anakin's lips. Anakin hesitantly kissed him back, wary of getting a flashback at any moment.
Obi-wan was careful, though. He kissed Anakin slowly and gently. Even though Anakin could feel the bulge of Obi-wan's cock pressed against him, Obi-wan did nothing about it, just kept up with the gentle kisses.
When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing hard. "Can I stay tonight?" Anakin asked. He always slept better in Obi-wan's arms.
"Of course, dearest. I wouldn't have it any other way."
Anakin texted Ahsoka, who was delighted. She asked if she could bring friends over to the apartment. Though he would probably regret it when he saw the state of the place tomorrow, Anakin agreed.
He snuggled eagerly into Obi-wan's arms, fully aware that he was going to be woken by nightmares, but also aware that Obi-wan would be here to help him through it.
They fell asleep intertwined together, Anakin's head pillowed on Obi-wan's chest, with Obi-wan's arms wrapped securely around him.
