Approximately twenty minutes later, Anakin was back in his quarters with his hand wrapped firmly around his swollen, leaking cock.
He'd gotten into the shower attempting to wash away any dirty thoughts he had swimming around in that sinful mind of his.
That lasted all of a few seconds.
Honestly, it'd been a good week since he'd had a solid jack off sesh. And that was a lot for him. He was still young; he wasn't a teenager anymore but he still needed to jerk it a few days a week to stay sane.
He needed this.
He deserved this after the whirlwind of what the fuck he'd been through the past couple of days.
And, with his hand wrapped around his magnificent erection, he allowed himself the thing he'd been craving the most.
" Fuck , " Anakin moaned effortlessly, head falling back as the steam filled his small shower in puffy clouds, hand pumping gradually along his dick.
His free hand went to his neck, grazing over his pulse point, imagining you-know-whos hands on him.
"Obi-Wan-"
Anakin knew he shouldn't be doing this. Of course he did. He was assigned to protect the senator, not this.
He'd have time to feel morally wrong and toxic later.
What was the harm in it, anyways? No one would ever find out.
Right now, he was focused on imagining Obi-Wan all over him. Bending as the former Jedi pleased, begging for anything he was willing to give him.
Anakin didn't last long.
He came quickly and without grace, panting heavily as he milked his cock for all it was worth.
Who knew when he'd get to do this again? His trip with Obi-Wan sounded like it was going to be incredibly long and sexually frustrating.
Anakin arrived at the landing pad dressed in his normal Jedi attire, some varying tan and brown robes, holding his bag over his shoulder, which was filled with more varying tan and brown robes, as he approached the ship they'd be taking on their journey to Ryloth.
It was shiny and new and exactly what Anakin had been expecting.
Elegant was Obi-Wan's style.
He wondered if this was one of his personal ships. He surely had a few; being a wealthy senator and all.
Anakin spotted him outside of the said vessel, watching as a few people loaded up the craft for him.
How much stuff did this guy need to take with him, anyways?
"You're late." Obi-Wan was suddenly closer than before, turning to him only after he'd spoken.
Anakin shrugged, handing his bag to one of the nearby crew members who didn't look inherently busy.
"I got caught up. Jedi business." Was Anakin's stupid response as he stood there stupidly.
Obi-Wan actually laughed, stifling it as he ran his fingers through his beard.
"Oh, I'm sure you did. Any details you're willing to share?" He asked. "You are, in fact, my Jedi. Shouldn't I be up to date on whatever 'Jedi Business' you're up to? I'm trusting you with my life, after all."
Anakin rolled his eyes, turning back to look at him again as he spoke.
"I got a shower and packed my things." The Jedi stated, unamused. "That's it. I just got a little lost trying to find this pad."
"Ah," Obi-Wan was on the verge of smirking. "Interesting."
Anakin raised a brow.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Maybe he was just paranoid.
He probably was.
But he had no reason to be.
There was absolutely literally one hundred percent no actual fucking way Obi-Wan would ever find out what he'd done. Ever.
"Nothing, Anakin." He replied, waving a hand casually. "Now, let's board. We're running late as it is. The Twi'lek of Ryloth won't be impressed by the tardiness of a Rogue Senator and his Jedi Protector."
He felt much calmer after that. He had nothing to be worried about.
"Right, right. Just hang on a minute." Anakin muttered, looking along the landing path.
Obi-Wan scrunched up his face in confusion. "Why?"
"Waiting for someone."
"What? Anakin, this is a solo mission. No one else is permitted to-"
"Yeah, yeah. I know." He paused before perking up a considerable amount. "There he is." Anakin grinned, heading along the path to greet his favorite little droid.
Artoo beeped in excitement, wobbling a bit as he approached Anakin, who was his favorite human.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
Anakin looked back at Obi-Wan, scrunching up his face a little in distaste.
"What? He's my friend. And a fantastic co-pilot."
Artoo beeped in agreement.
Anakin really, really hoped Obi-Wan didn't have something against droids. That'd really spoil all of this. The sex fantasies and stuff.
"Anakin, we've already got another droid programmed to fly us to Ryloth. We don't need this one as well."
"Uh, yeah we do." He responded, patting his little buddy on his dome.
Artoo wobbled from side to side, somehow managing to look angry even though he didn't have a fucking face.
"No we don't."
Artoo screeched at Obi-Wan who, respectfully, raised his foot and backed up, as if he'd just been startled by some kind of rodent.
"Okay." Obi-Wan backed up another step. "Fine. The droid can come."
Anakin smiled, laughing softly as he patted Artoo, who happily scooted to the side a little to get closer to him.
"Your ship is ready, sir." Once of the people alerted Obi-Wan, standing at attention with his hands behind his back.
"Lovely. Thank you, that will be all."
With that, the crew headed off the landing strip and Artoo, Anakin, and Obi-Wan headed inside.
It was smaller on the inside.
The ship, on the outside, was a mess of chrome and everything that would scream i'm fucking better than you .
The inside, however still all nice and fancy, was relatively cramped.
The cockpit of the ship had two seats, which were all black and red leather and nice and of course they were but-
"If I hit my head one more time I'm going to fling myself off this landing pad."
"Ah, right." Obi-Wan had begun laughing every time they entered a new section of the ship. Anakin would hit his head on the frame every time and it was utterly hilarious. "This ship was designed specifically for me. And you, dear boy, happen to be taller than me." He stated, stifling his chuckles.
"Why?"
"It punishes anyone who dares be taller than me." Obi-Wan responded casually.
"So... over half the Galaxy?" Anakin spoke quickly and without thought.
The man ahead of him turned, posing a curious look. Curious. On it's way to dangerous.
"Mostly ungrateful Jedi who think they can mouth off." He told him sternly, using a voice that Anakin hadn't heard before.
It was, if you were wondering, very hot.
"I wasn't-" Backtracks McGee tried backtracking as quick as humanly possibly.
"Shut up, Anakin." Obi-Wan paused. "Go plug in your droid, yes? We've really got to get going. I'll be damned if I let a mouthy Jedi make me late."
"Yes, sir."
Anakin exited the room without another word, heading to get Artoo settled in for the flight.
Wait okay what the fuck .
When had he started calling him sir ?
What the fuck .
Dear God, why is there always a bird in Home Depot?
Anakin made his way, rather confused as shit, to plug in his good 'ole bud Artoo.
He got him all adjusted and programmed and all that good stuff, head running absolutely wild .
Literally what the fuck .
He was so lost in his own head and plugging in the coordinates that he hadn't even heard the man walking up behind him.
"Anakin,"
Everytime he heard Obi-Wan say that word it made his heartburn at least twelve times worse.
Seriously, his acid reflux couldn't handle this guy.
"Will we be taking off soon? We're already a half hour behind schedule." Obi-Wan complained.
"'Pilot' isn't exactly my job title. Gimme a minute. Artoo is still figuring everything out; he's never been on a ship like this before." He paused. "And I haven't either."
"You need to invest in a better droid. There's many new designs on the market this year. Perhaps, if you're good on this trip, I could buy you a new-"
"Not interested." Anakin butted in, barely even listening as he tinkered with Artoo.
Obi-Wan, who was sat comfortably in the cockpit, leaned back and watched the two for a while.
The only sounds in the room were the sounds of small, happy beeps from Artoo, the odd sigh from Anakin, and the gentle clanks as he worked on fixing whatever was wrong.
"Should I be jealous?" Obi-Wan asked, breaking the silence suddenly.
Anakin glanced back at him. He looked far too comfortable.
"What?"
"Of your droid. You two seem to have a very special bond," He paused. "despite its lack of independent thought." Obi-Wan responded, tilting his head and smiling warmly as his eyes scanned Anakin.
"You don't know anything about bonds."
"Don't I?" Obi-Wan smirked.
"No. Droids are intelligent, far smarter than you,-"
"Doubtful."
"-and can think for themselves. He's my friend." Anakin was annoyed at this point. Obi-Wan knew just how to push his buttons.
"And what's your bond like with Senator Amidala? Lovers? Friends with benefits?"
"Alright, enough! I agreed to protect you-"
"You were told to protect me."
"-Whatever! I'm done talking about this." Anakin told him, voice short and filled with brewing rage. "We'll take off in about five minutes, so stop asking. Just-won't you shut up ?"
Anakin was angry. First he was talking about Artoo like he was some dumb droid and now Padmé like she was some kind of cheap fuck? He'd crossed a line.
"Don't you have something better to do?" The Jedi asked, sounding extremely annoyed, not giving the other man the satisfaction of looking back at him.
"Oh, I do." Obi-Wan replied. "But I'd rather be doing this. It's quite fun, Anakin. You must realize that."
Anakin didn't respond.
He didn't look, either.
Somehow he could tell Obi-Wan was smiling and that pissed him off.
"Does anyone else have the ability to fire you up like this?" He asked, not expecting a response but knowing it needed to be said. "Or is it just me?" He smiled. "Don't you find that interesting?"
He paused.
"And you say I don't know anything about bonds."