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Obi-Wan was fine, Anakin. In spite of being confused, he was pretty content again. They were 'home', it was a good break, there was a baby sleeping in Anakin's arms. Things were pretty good, for the moment, and they were a lot better than they would have been without Anakin's presence, in so many ways.

"I don't have plans," he said, with a hint of amusement. "What do you need?" Let him give it to you.

"Lean back," he said. "We're," meaning him and Luke, "going to get comfortable against you and take a nap." He was already shifting whether Obi-Wan wanted to be a part of this or not. And when he was done, he positioned Luke on his chest and grabbed Obi-Wan's hand to help keep a steady hand on Luke.

Anakin couldn't be radiating happiness more if his tried.

He had no objection to being used as a mattress, though he was glad there was other support from the couch. He closed his eyes and left his hand on Luke's back when it was put there.

Anakin radiating happiness, the rise and fall and warmth of a sleeping baby under his hand and he -

Well he did not sleep.

He did not exactly meditate, either.

What he did do was stretch so far out into the force that the division between what was him and what was Luke and what was Anakin and what was the live outside became... not absent but faint. It was actually very, very peaceful and restful.

The afternoon was bliss unlike anything Anakin had experienced before.

Yes, they were fighting a war against an entire Empire that was spreading fear and destruction across the galaxy.

But for one afternoon, it was just him, Obi-Wan, and Luke in that hut and that nap was the closest Anakin had ever come to peaceful meditation.

All things came to an end, sadly. And Luke had to be returned to the Lars farmstead. Anakin didn't cry more than a tear or two this time. Because he had hope there would be a next time.

He busied himself with the humidifier while Obi-Wan was gone until that was fixed. He could feel Obi-Wan approaching now so he went out wait for him, watching the setting suns.

He was pretty peaceful during that afternoon, too. His relationship with Luke was different, of course, but it was still nice to have him there. It was even nicer to have the impact of Luke on Anakin there.

He smiled slightly and pushed the hood of his cloak out of his face when he saw Anakin waiting, and reached one hand toward him.

"I think Lars is resigned to regular visits."

Anakin stepped forward, grabbing Obi-Wan's hand and pulled him closer so he could wrap his other arm around him. He smiled and kissed him.

"I'd like that."

And even he was surprised with how hearing that made his emotions swell. He'd seen Luke so few times, it was almost terrifying how much he loved him already - again.

"Thank you."

He leaned up to return the kiss, then headed toward the house. "I know you would. If I didn't, I wouldn't be so... determined." In short he'd be doing it even without Anakin's suggestion. "We should try to arrange time with Leia too, though."

Anakin started following Obi-Wan, but then stopped, dead in his tracks. His arm stretching out until he was tugging Obi-Wan to stop, too. His heart twisted up at that suggestion.

"Would Bail let..." his throat choked around the word 'me' so he went with "us?" His voice felt small, not daring to hope.

He turned back to Anakin, feeling the... fear? Was that what that was? He tightened his hand on Anakin's and took a step closer to him.

"I don't think he would be comfortable," he admitted, "And I do think he would want security and assurances and to be there. But yes, I think he would let you."

You're the parent, Anakin. He was barely a footnote in their lives. He was fine with that.

It was a kind of fear, a fear of being disappointed so he didn't set any expectations to start with. He knew his heart would break if he hoped and then Bail said no. It would be worse that what he'd felt earlier in the day when he recalled Padme's death. At least he got to see Luke.

"Don't tell me when you ask him," he said. "Sometimes... it's kinder not to hope."

And if Obi-Wan was allowed, but he wasn't - he never wanted to know that. He never wanted to be jealous of Obi-Wan.

Saying that he didn't want to see Leia without Anakin would be a lie. He would not, however, accept that visit without Anakin being present. He had... a lot of reasons to distance himself from those children.

"All right." He tugged Anakin's hand again, gently. "Inside now, please."

Anakin needed a moment to draw his emotions back in line with steadying breath.

When he felt he could move again without his emotions sweeping his legs out from under him, he said, "I thought you liked the sunsets."

"I do. You don't. I like you more than I like them." Which did not mean he would keep insisting. HE really did love that blaze of color.

Just not as much as he loved Anakin.

Anakin stepped forward, small smile on his face. There might have been a flash of mischievousness in the Force just before Anakin tugged Obi-Wan in a lateral direction just before reaching the door to pin him against the wall of the hut with a full on kiss.

He was caught off guard, but other than freeing his hand so he could get both his hands on Anakin's hips and return the kiss--

Well, he certainly didn't object.

He all but melted between the wall and Anakin.

No idea why that had happened, but was willing to accept it anyway, because it was good.

No idea? Really? Anakin smiled against Obi-Wan's mouth - that ridiculous man - and then deepened the kiss, pressing his body against Obi-Wan's as he did so. And his hands slipped under the hem of Obi-Wan's shirt, finding skin.

He had no idea. He'd just said he liked Anakin more than sunsets. ...He was ridiculous.

He made a soft, pleased sound and pulled Anakin in closer and opened to and returned the kiss. He groaned softly when Anakin's fingers grazed skin.

...He absolutely liked Anakin a lot more than the sunsets. Or much of anything else in the galaxy for that matter.

Anakin liked the noises Obi-Wan was making and went in search of ways to cause more. He broke the kiss to lean down and bite the side of Obi-Wan's neck, just like Obi-Wan liked to do to him, if a little softer, to test the waters. He had to admit it was immensely satisfying, and he let Obi-Wan know that in the Force.

He tilted his head back and exposed more of his throat to Anakin's mouth, and slid his hands up under the back of Anakin's tunic, just to touch skin.

He definitely made more noise, this one a little more confident and sure, and it came with a flood of warmth under his skin.

He didn't it enjoy this the same way as he had pinning Anakin to the wall, but he sure didn't enjoy it less, either. There was also no element of him being uncertain or conflicted about the impulses here. It was just really, really good.

"Leave a mark."

Gods, did that request go straight to Anakin's cock.

He bit harder. He felt Obi-Wan's pulse under his tongue. He moaned and rocked his hips against Obi-Wan's for friction.

The heat between them felt amazing, and Anakin wanted it hotter.

It was only fair since the result of his request went straight to Obi-Wan's.

He didn't rock into Anakin so much as he arched away from the wall and into Anakin, and stayed there. He gasped breathlessly, and tightened his grip until his short nails just bit into Anakin's skin. That mix of friction and pressure, Anakin's reaction to the request and knowing he was going to have at least a few days with teeth marks in his skin?

It got to him. It really, really, got to him in a way that shut his brain down. There was just pure sensation and the sudden, abrupt, flood of want.

One of his hands traveled to the front of Obi-Wan's trousers to tug at the fasteners. In the Force, Anakin asked for permission.

With his mouth, he let go of Obi-Wan's throat to kiss the marks he'd just made gently, not in the least bit apologetic, but still caring. He loved the way Obi-Wan reacted to his touch. Thoughts developed in his head, despite the headiness, and he kissed his way up to Obi-Wan's ear to tell him.

Between sharp nips at his ear lobe he said, "I want to suck you off... and as I do, I want you to watch the sunsets so that every time you see those colors you ache for my mouth around your cock."

Obi-Wan's answer to that tug and question in the Force was very much less a 'yes' or even 'please', than a mildly bewildered, slightly urgent, get on with it. There were apparently limits to his ability to be polite.

That limit was considerably closer than this. No individual part of it, but all of it. Against a wall, Anakin's mouth moving over his throat and marks he could still feel his own pulse echoing in, followed by the sharp sting of teeth at his ear-

and then a crude statement of what Anakin wanted - not just the act but the effect he wanted to have on Obi-Wan in the future.... That he wanted to have an effect on Obi-Wan in the future at all?

Yeah, he was basically gone. Higher order mental functions were shut down. He was hard to the point of aching in his pants, hand tight on Anakin's shoulder and panting raggedly. He didn't even bother with groaning, he just wanted. With every single fiber of his being wanted every single fiber of Anakin.

Edited (icon) 2020-02-29 03:57 (UTC)

Anakin grinned, the part of him in the Force melted into Obi-Wan. Whatever the other man wanted, he was giving himself for Obi-Wan to take.

He rolled his hips into Obi-Wan's and said, with smug satisfaction, one last thing in Obi-Wan's ear, "Enjoy your sunsets."

And then Anakin dropped to his knees, pulling Obi-Wan's trousers and underwear down with him. He had some fun of his own, kissing down one hipbone until just before he reached Obi-Wan's cock and then he abruptly moved to the other hipbone to make the same journey. His hand slowly traveled up the inside of Obi-Wan's thigh.

On this second journey down the line from hipbone to cock, Anakin took a slight detour from the final destination of Obi-Wan's cock. He sent Obi-Wan a mental preview of his intentions in the Force, before pressing his lips against one of Obi-Wan's testicles. Gentle at first, followed by an open mouth and then tongue.

What he wanted, as it turned out, was exactly what he was being given - a beautiful sunset, a back at his wall, someone he trusted, and out of his head.

Something... simpler, more direct, something that had physicality and some softer emotions (love, Obi-Wan, that's love), and to not be tying himself in moral and ethical knots while trying to make sense of the galaxy without the framework of the Jedi.

It probably shouldn't be able to be this deeply turned on and at something like peace, and he might be inclined to analyze that to death, too, except for the part where he was at something approaching peace and turned on to a degree that he'd probably never experienced.

The warning was good. Even with it he was somewhat startled, almost confused until - there was heat and touch and he flattened his hands against thew all, went wide-eyed and gasped. Found a way to get his hand tangled in Anakin's hair with idle appreciation for the fact that it was currently long enough to get tangled up in.

You are so.... right. Not perfect or even 'good' necessarily, just right. For him. Felt good. Looked good. Fit.

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