Apparently I have decided to write another chapter. Don't expect this to happen often, I just need something to do while I'm stuck waiting around for the mail. :)
This one starts out fluffy and ends smutty, so um... Be warned. If any more updated come out, most likely they will be pure, plotless fluff. Enjoy!
Obi-Wan couldn't sleep.
He had crashed in his bed after a long day of searching through hot, dusty streets for a certain ancient library with Anakin. Unfortunately, it had been located in the basement level of a crumbling abandoned pawnshop, so they'd walked past the site twice before realizing their mistake. It was another couple of hours before, digging through the moldering texts, they had discovered the book they came to find.
Lying there, wide-awake, staring at without seeing the ceiling, he had thought about how many things he should be doing right now. Get to work translating the texts, for example. Or take a run to the market for supplies for the rickety speeder that Anakin claimed he could fix. Anything, really,seemed a more attractive possibility than sleep.
With a sigh, he heaved himself out of bed, trying to be as quiet as possible to avoid waking Anakin. He tiptoed down the hall and into the living room of their rented apartment. It was cramped, dusty, and arid, because the tiny air conditioner was temperamental and often refused to start.
Obi-Wan pulled out the leather-bound book from its waterproof container, and, delicately rifling through the pages, set to work on his translation.
Fifteen minutes through, absolutely absorbed in his work, he sensed Anakin stirring through their connection. A few moments later, the sleepy-eyed Jedi Knight came plodding down the hallway.
"Obi-Wan?" He asked, stifling a yawn. "'s two in the mornin'. Why're you up?"
"Couldn't sleep," Obi-Wan replied crisply.
Anakin yawned again, and with a thump, he sat down hard on the floor next to his former master's chair.
"You can go to back to bed if you want to," he told the young knight. Anakin merely grunted in reply- such an eloquent person in the morning- and refused to budge.
Returning to the translation, he only got five sentences in before Anakin rested his head against Obi-Wan's knee, the contact coming naturally even in his sleep-fogged state.
Warmth flushed through him. Gently, he ruffled the younger man's hair, stirring the messy brown mop of curls. He needs a haircut, Obi-Wan thought idly. Then he shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind. Concentrate! He told himself.
He tried to focus again on his work, but Anakin made a grumbling noise in the back of his throat and pressed his head into Obi-Wan's hand again, leaning into the touch, craving it.
"Anakin, you sound like a cat," he complained.
"Then pet me," was the response.
Obligingly, he stroked his fingers through the young man's hair. "You're ridiculous," he commented.
"It feels good," Anakin muttered. "'m tired."
He certainly was, or he wouldn't have been saying any of this. Smiling to himself, he abandoned the translation, setting the book on the rickety wooden side table.
Anakin caught Obi-Wan's hand, lacing their fingers together. A jolt went through their connection before Obi-Wan could stop it, and he mentally cursed himself for not shielding it.
Anakin paused, glancing up at him slyly. "Did that startle you?" He asked, eyes glimmering.
Obi-Wan pulled away, heat rising to his face. "Stop it, Anakin."
"Noo," the young man said slowly, "I don't think I will." He clambered up onto Obi-Wan's lap, straddling the other man's hips with his thighs.
"Anakin... Stop... This is inappropriate." He struggled to shield his emotions, but the wide surge spilled through his protections and Anakin grinned victoriously as he caught it.
"Kiss me," he said cheekily, and Obi-Wan's eyes strayed to those soft, pink lips.
"Get off," he grumbled, attempting in vain to shove the taller man back onto the floor. Anakin threw back his head in mock defeat, and as the golden light of the lamp struck his throat, Obi-Wan's subconscious thought was, that's just where I'd kiss him.
Unthinkingly, he wrapped his arms around the young man's waist, bringing them face-to-face. Anakin grinned again, eyes sparkling with dark humor. "Knew you'd come around to it eventually."
Anakin's lips were on his now, and Obi-Wan smiled slightly into the kiss, because they were just as soft as he'd imagined. They tasted nice, too, which didn't make him want to pull away, even though he probably should. He felt Anakin becoming aroused: teenagers, he thought, even though Anakin was twenty-three now and should be beyond such adolescent immaturity.
Anakin pulled away. "Not bad," he said, though Obi-Wan was pleased to hear he sounded slightlout of breath. "Let's see how well you do in the bedroom."
Abandoning the pretense of resistance, he kissed Anakin again, this time more forcefully. Anakin responded, eager and passionate, and soon he was pulling off his shirt, and that's when Obi-Wan decided to take it to the bedroom, because things were going to get heated.
They started out slow, but Anakin was pushy, so Obi-Wan ended up shoving him against the headboard and fucking the hell out of him as Anakin moaned and grinded against him. "Faster," he whispered into the pillow. "Harder."
Obi-Wan kissed the skin of his neck and shoulders, watching Anakin's muscles flex as he grabbed the mattress, knuckles white.
"Obi-Wan," he gasped. "I'm going to-"
He broke off and moaned as the orgasm rippled through his body, and the mental shockwave was so intense it triggered the other man's.
Anakin closed his eyes and curled up against his master. "That was good," he said, voice rasping a little. "Let's do it again tomorrow."
Obi-Wan almost laughed. Not even ten seconds done and he was ready to go again. "Sure, Ani," he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around the young man. "Whatever you say."
"Next time, I'm on top," Anakin added in a muffled tone.
Obi-Wan kissed the back of his head chastely. "Sure, Ani."
Pleeeeease R&R!