A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! While I was checking this over for mistakes, I somehow ended up re-writing the majority of it. Don't know how that happened. But now it's a few pages longer, and just a little less...mature. Sorry :) But it worked better this way. And now, without further ado...Hottie-Wan and King Bright Idea:

Part Four

Ignoring the jumbled soundtrack of whistles, whooping, and applause that had become common over the last few days, Anakin marched down the Temple corridors to his apartment. This was getting ridiculous. The damned magazine had been released four days ago, and still he was trailed by giggling Padawans, received amused glances and catcalls from fellow Knights, and was subject to disapproving stares from Masters. He had just stormed from the cafeteria in a frustrated haze after several Younglings had decided that sitting at his table and bombarding him with questions looked like fun. Questions such as "Are you in love with Master Kenobi?" and "Are you going to get married?" and even "Master Skywalker? What's a lover?" What in the name of the Force was he supposed to say? Kriffing magazine. This had definitely not been one of his better ideas.

And as if all that wasn't enough, Obi-Wan now hated him. He knew he should have just kept his mouth shut. The thing was always getting him into trouble. It seemed that whenever opened it, despite good intentions, he landed himself in some sort of undesirable situation. This time was no different. He had gone too far. He should have just left it at the kiss.

But no. He had to go and confess his love to Obi-licious, and now he hated him. He sighed. Why couldn't things ever be as easy as in that horror vid he and Obi-utiful had started watching before he, being the half-witted imbecile that he was, had opened his mouth and ruined everything? The couple in there hadn't run into any problems when admitting their love for each other. Then again, they weren't him. Nothing was ever that easy for him. No, for him, everything imaginable had to go wrong. And when it wasn't going wrong on its own, he was assisting in making it worse. It was this big, stupid mouth of his. Why wouldn't it ever just shut up and keep quiet?

Anakin palmed open the door to his apartment, stepped over the threshold, and froze.

"Hello there." Obi-Wan smiled up at him from the kitchen table.

"Um, uh, hi. What are you doing here? I mean, not that I mind. I like having you around. Well, that's kind of obvious, after what I said last week. About that, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have said it. I mean, I meant it and all, but I―"

"Shh, Anakin, you're rambling," Obi-Wan said gently, standing up and coming to Anakin's side.

Anakin felt himself flush. Why couldn't he ever get anything right around Obi-Wan? The man made everything so difficult and confusing. It was as though his brain just switched off whenever his former Master was in the facility. It was highly inconvenient. Not to mention irritating.

"Calm your thoughts, Anakin. You don't need to stress yourself over this." Anakin allowed Obi-Wan to lead him to a chair, and he plopped down in it, burying his face in his hands. Obi-Wan took a seat beside him. Great. More closeness. Didn't Obi-Wan know what such closeness did to him?

"Look, I messed up. I shouldn't have said what I said. And I apologize. Please, don't hate me. You haven't spoken to me since I said…since last week," said Anakin miserably into his hands. No way was he looking at Pretty-Wan. That would only make his predicament worse.

"Anakin, I've been trying to talk to you for the past six days. You've been avoiding me." Obi-Wan pointed out.

"Only because I― well, I couldn't take it if you told me you didn't want to go on missions with me anymore, or if you said that you were disappointed in me, or that you wanted to renounce our friendship altogether and never see me again," Anakin said forlornly.

"My affection and approval mean that much to you, Anakin?" asked Obi-Wan, more than a little surprised at the depth of emotion in his friend's voice.

Anakin nodded, his face still buried in his hands. "I told you…I love you, Master," came the muffled reply.

"Well, Anakin, let me assure you, I most definitely still want to go on missions with you, I'm not disappointed in you, and I never have been, and I most certainly do not want to renounce our friendship," said Obi-Wan calmly.

"Really?" Anakin finally looked up at Obi-Wan, wanting so badly to believe him.

"Really. I― well…I-I love you, too, Anakin." Obi-Wan admitted.

"Really?" said the younger man in disbelief. I had better not be dreaming, or I am going to brain-kick whoever's ass it is that controls these stupid fantasies. They'd deserve it for tempting me like this. And especially for making Obi-Wicked Sexy look so…well, so wicked sexy.

"Yes, really," said Obi-Wan sincerely. "I have for a long time. I just never thought―"

"―That I loved you?" Anakin finished for him.

Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes."

Anakin chuckled humorlessly. "That's what I thought about you."

"Force, we've been stupid," said Obi-Wan, shaking his head. "All this time…and we never knew. If we'd only told each other sooner…" Obi-Wan let his voice trail off as his mind was undoubtedly consumed in fantasies of what they could have already had.

Anakin, however, was not one to waste time on "if only's." Not in this case, anyway. There were plenty of other things he'd rather be doing. "But, as you always say: 'Jedi do not dwell on the past,' so let's live in the moment. And you know what I'm thinking, right this moment?" he asked with a wild grin. You have no idea…

"Hmm, I think I might know," Obi-Wan said with a smirk to match Anakin's. Then his grin faded. "But there is still the matter of the Code," he said rationally, his brow furrowing.

Anakin had never been one to waste time on rationality, either. "Yeah, about that…I don't care," he said simply.

"And you know, neither do I. I swear, you've been a bad influence on me, Anakin," said Obi-Wan with an affectionate, lopsided grin.

"I've been a bad influence on you? Me? I'm the perfect picture of innocence." As though to emphasize his point, Anakin flashed Obi-Wan his most angelic smile.

Obi-Wan snorted. "Yes, well, pictures can be deceiving, as you very well know."

"Hey, speaking of pictures, has everyone been treating you the same way they've been treating me since that one of us in the alley came out?" asked Anakin.

"If you mean have they been heckling me about it until I want to yell at them that it's all true just to shut them up and make them leave me alone, then yes, they've been treating me the same," answered Obi-Wan.

"One of the Younglings asked me if was in love with you," said Anakin.

"And what did you tell them?" asked Obi-Wan curiously.

"I didn't tell him anything. I ran off," admitted Anakin.

Obi-Wan laughed. "The other day, someone asked me if I would kiss you again if I got the chance."

"Was it Quinlan?" asked Anakin.

"Well, yes."

"Figures. Go on."

"I told him that, yes, I would, you're a very talented kisser." said Obi-Wan. Was it just Anakin's imagination, or was Obi-Wan flirting with him?

"Is that so?" he said, his smirk broader― and considerably more suggestive― than ever. He had never before given much thought to his kissing abilities. But then again, Obi-Wan had probably never kissed anyone in his life. He was too dedicated a Jedi to do something like that, even without the emotional strings attached. He had responded to Anakin's kiss in the alley, but it had been over so quickly he hadn't really had time to gauge Obi-Wan's capabilities. But, given Obi-Wan's presumed lack of experience, it would naturally seem to him like Anakin was exceptionally talented in the area.

"Mmm-hmm. Perhaps you could give me a lesson or two on the subject." Yes, Obi-Wan was definitely flirting with him.

"Why, that sounds like a fantastic idea, my Padawan," said Anakin. When Obi-Wan did not protest the title, Anakin continued, "For our first lesson, I think it's a good idea to get some hands-on experience." Hands-on, lips-on, tunics-off…

"All right then." Anakin had expected Obi-Wan to be a bit shy at first, so he was surprised when his former Master gently tilted his face downward, ran his thumb over his lips, then covered them with his own. This was, by far, the best class Anakin had ever attended. Force, I love school.

Before Anakin could turn his thought to deepen the kiss into an action, Obi-Wan slipped his tongue past the younger man's lips, shocking the him even further. It took him a moment to realize exactly what was happening, but as soon as he did, he found himself returning the kiss eagerly. Now that he had the chance to properly experience the sensation of Obi-Wan's lips and tongue, his findings surprised him: Obi-Wan was a really good kisser.

He almost whimpered a moment later when the older man drew away, smiling.

"How was that?" he asked, his eyebrows raised expectantly.

"That was…was very…" Discovering that he had no words to describe exactly how it was, Anakin merely leaned forward and kissed him again.

"So, Sexy-Wan…" said Anakin, as Obi-Wan apparently decided that the blonde's neck looked jealous of his lips, and proceeded to press several light kisses along it before running his tongue over a particularly sensitive spot. He was starting to get the feeling that Obi-Wan had done this before.

"What did you call me?" asked the older man. Anakin couldn't see his face, but he could tell from his tone that he was grinning.

"Sexy-Wan," he said, almost proud of the nickname he'd given his former Master.

"Sexy-Wan," repeated Obi-Wan, testing it on his own tongue, which was currently doing things that Anakin would never have dreamed possible from Obi-Wan. "I like it."

"Well, even if you didn't, I've got about three dozen or so others. You know, if this is where one copy of the Inquisitor landed me, I think I'm going to take out a subscription," said Anakin, biting back a moan. It felt so good to finally have Obi-Wan's lips caressing his skin, his body pressed up against his, exploring every inch of the other. And to think, he had never particularly enjoyed reading. Now he saw just how wrong he was. Reading was a very, very good thing.

"Mmm. You know, you more than got what you wanted to start with," said Obi-Wan, who now seemed to be involved in a one-man competition which involved kissing every inch of bare skin on Anakin's newly uncovered chest. Just when he had lost his tunic was a mystery to him, but somewhere during the last two minutes it had ended up in a crumpled heap at his feet. No, he decided, Obi-Wan was definitely not new to this.

"Yeah. What was that again?" asked Anakin distractedly.

"To give everyone something to talk about with that kiss," Obi-Wan reminded him.

"Oh, yeah."

And as Obi-Wan's arms slid around his waist and pulled him closer, Anakin congratulated himself on yet another brilliant idea.

End