*The Way It Should Have Happened*
Shelter
"You take too many risks, Padawan." Obi-Wan's voice was admonishing, but worried as well. Anakin could hear a dozen emotions in the tone, though he knew Obi-Wan's face would show only one. Disappointment. He kept his gaze to the ground, not wanting to see it.
"I know, Master," Anakin answered sullenly. He had heard it all before.
"I don't think you do."
Obi-Wan was silent for a long moment, long enough for Anakin to lift his eyes to meet his Master's face. He saw such sadness there. He had expected to see disappointment, of course, and maybe a little anger. The sadness, though--for the briefest moments, Obi-Wan looked just as he did beside Qui-Gon's pyre.
"Master?"
Obi-Wan reached out his right hand, running the tips of his fingers down Anakin's cheek. The touch was barely there, but it was electric, sending tingles down Anakin's spine to his toes. He had hardly realized he had leaned forward until Obi-Wan was cupping his cheek, just holding his face tenderly in his palm.
Obi-Wan traced the outside of Anakin's ear with one finger, brushing over the skin lightly. The touch was almost hypnotic after a while, but still exciting. "I could not stand to see you in pain, Anakin. I care too much for you."
Anakin reached up his own hand, cupping it around Obi-Wan's. He didn't pull his Master's hand from his face, but pressed it closer to his cheek, enjoying the tenderness of the touch. Obi-Wan's eyes shifted away from Anakin's to look at their hands touching. The sadness in his eyes became something of pain.
"Obi-Wan?"
"You take too many unnecessary risks, but you are afraid of the important ones. You never jump when you should. And you run when you should not."
"I don't understand."
Obi-Wan smiled, looking young again beneath his beard. "If I kissed you right now, would you let me, or would you fight me in that too?"
Anakin was almost convinced, then, that his Master had truly gone around the bantha and lost his mind. "If you kissed me, I would kiss you back," he answered truthfully, eyes moving to gaze at those lips.
Obi-Wan leaned forward, and Anakin sucked in a nervous breath before his mouth was covered with Obi-Wan's. The beard felt weird against his skin, scratchy and soft at the same time, but Anakin stayed true to his word and kissed back, licking at the tender skin between scraping hair. Obi-Wan tapered off the kiss until he was pulling away, breaking contact. When he tried to take back his hand, Anakin held it to his cheek.
This time it was Anakin who started the kiss, drawing Obi-Wan into passion with slow movements of lips and tongue. He scraped his teeth down Obi-Wan's bottom lip before he slid to the side, rubbing his smooth cheek against Obi-Wan's beard. It wasn't so bad when it wasn't rubbing against his lips. Anakin kept Obi-Wan's hand trapped against his other cheek, feeling like he was being pressed and held against Obi-Wan's face. It was a good feeling. Anakin wrapped his arm around his Master's waist and leaned into him, hugging him close.
Anakin wasn't sure if this was what Obi-Wan had meant by risks and jumping, but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to be close to his Master. For years he had been feeling...wrong. Off center. Spinning out of control. Like he was reaching for something in the darkness without knowing what it was. It had started several years after Naboo, after leaving his mother, and just got worse. However, standing in the middle of their shared quarters, with his body wrapped around Obi-Wan, Anakin knew what he had been missing. Touch. Connection. Love. Someone who wasn't afraid of showing love.
Maybe Obi-Wan hadn't been talking about Anakin at all, but about himself.
When Obi-Wan brought his other arm up around Anakin, fingers splayed over his back, Anakin shuddered and held Obi-Wan closer. "Thank you,"he whispered, feeling the emotion as well as saying it. "Thank you..." He released Obi-Wan's hand, letting his own slip into Obi-Wan's hair to hold his face close to his own. Things finally felt right, more right than they had in a long time.
It also felt right to kiss his Master. Anakin turned his face into Obi-Wan's cheek, nuzzling his beard for a moment with his nose before moving back to his lips. They were so smooth in contrast to the beard, so wonderfully sensitive. "Please," he spoke into Obi-Wan's mouth, hardly knowing if he would be understood.
"Of course, my Padawan. Always."
Obi-Wan shifted them, turning them towards his private room. It should have been awkward, walking Obi-Wan backwards, but with perfectly in sync shuffling steps they made it to the room without incident, without the need to break apart for more than the length of a shared breath. Unerringly Obi-Wan directed Anakin to the bed, turning them around at the last moment to push Anakin back onto it. As though he meant to part from Anakin, his Master lifted his head, breaking the kiss, but Anakin wouldn't allow it. He latched on with teeth and lips to Obi-Wan's neck, his hands fisting his hair to drag him down with him. The older man was heavy on his body, but that, too, felt wonderful. When Obi-Wan tried to rise, he moved sensuously against Anakin's erection, making it a long, pleasurable parting.
"Clothing," Obi-Wan reminded his Padawan chidingly. He softened it with a smile, wide and full of teeth. It was an infectious smile, one Anakin rarely saw on his face these days. He couldn't help but to answer it with his own, giddy laughter threatening to bubble up behind his lips.
With artful wiggles and economy of movement, Obi-Wan removed his clothes and set them in a nice pile on the floor. Anakin was less coordinated, rolling around the bed as he shed out of his tunics and leggings. He could have stood and removed them easier, but Obi-Wan had put him on the bed, and he for once he was happy to be obedient.
Anakin hardly had a moment to see his Master fully nude before he was covered again by his body. The shock of warm skin on warm skin was quick and pleasurable, a burn that transferred waves of excitement through his body. He had seen Obi-Wan naked before, of course, so he had some idea of what to expect, but to feel his Master hard and excited against his thigh, so close to his own erection, was a surprise. Not unpleasant, but astonishing in its reality. They were naked, and Obi-Wan wanted him.
*Wanted* him.
"Oh!" Anakin called out, a small astonished sound he breathed even as Obi-Wan's lips circled his throat. His Master's hands were everywhere, feeling and caressing and rubbing against every part of Anakin's body he could reach, making sure every part of him was touched. It was like his Master was making up for years of ignoring him, of never touching him in training or in congratulations. Anakin drank in the attention, memorizing every sensation as though this were to be the last time. Memories flashed in his head, of times when Obi-Wan should have touched him in the past but had been strangely distant. Each moment was recreated, replaced with the sensation of Obi-Wan's hands on his shoulder, his cheek, his hand, his leg--the way things should have been all along.
Anakin lifted his head for a few moments at a time, mesmerized by the sight of those dark hands against his skin before dropping his head back down to the mattress, staring at the ceiling as he tried to process all that has happened, and was yet to come.
When Obi-Wan's hand wrapped around his penis, it was slick and warm and tight, squeezing and flexing around his erection until Anakin was sure he would never masturbate as well as that touch even if he practiced a hundred times a day. It was perfect, and so experienced. Fleetingly Anakin wondered who had taught his Master, but the answer was within the question.
When Obi-Wan settled on his stomach, his knees around Anakin's hips, it was like he had done this a thousand times before. Though Anakin had never fantasized about this moment, a part of him must have always known. He watched his Master's face as he reached down and took his own erection, his other hand on Obi-Wan's hip. He guided himself as he urged Obi-Wan to sit. His erection was very slick, and it slipped around over the smooth skin of Obi-Wan's cleft. Eventually he found the right spot, that burst of heat and softness, and he pressed carefully against it.
The weight of Obi-Wan's body did most of the work. His Master's face grimaced, eyes crinkling in concentration as his gaze was far away,concentrating on something he couldn't see. Anakin could feel his body relax around his penis, muscles remembering the feel of penetration. From the tip down, Anakin could again feel tight, hot and slick around his erection as Obi-Wan seated himself.
They were both covered in sweat by the time Obi-Wan was flush with Anakin's body. Shifting his weight, Anakin carefully bent his knees,lifting them up until he could set his feet flat on the bed, but he waited, unsure of what he was supposed to do--what Obi-Wan wanted.
Leaning back, Obi-Wan rested an arm on Anakin's knee. Using it for leverage, he slowly lifted himself up, then fell back down.
The breath left Anakin's body as though he'd been punched in the stomach. Obi-Wan did it again, and Anakin was almost sure he wouldn't need to breathe again, as long as his Master kept doing that.
After a few slow bounces, Anakin learned that he could move his hips to meet Obi-Wan, pounding them together in a way that made them both flush bright red. Sometimes their rhythm got off, but they quickly got back in pace, finding each other again after a few clumsy moments. Obi-Wan shifted forward, putting his hands on either side of Anakin's head to look down at him. The changed angle made Anakin's thrusts shallower, but Obi-Wan's face showed how good it made him feel. Anakin kept it up, watching carefully to see exactly what made him twitch that special way or make him undulate inside. Obi-Wan's sweat fell onto his face, and Anakin licked at it, tasting something so familiar and yet so new to him.
Anakin watched Obi-Wan's face until he couldn't take it anymore. He closed his eyes and came with a groan and a shudder, arms locking tightly around Obi-Wan's back. He felt the dripping of liquid on his stomach, and Obi-Wan collapsed on his chest. For long moments, they breathed together, sucking air with their lips just inches apart.
"If you...EVER...do something as stupid...as stealing a speeder...to race in the corridors...I will...PERSONALLY...see you turned over to the...authorities...until Bail Organa...is a...Chancellor."
Anakin closed the space between them, licking Obi-Wan's lips slowly until the sweat-taste was gone. "Yes, Master."
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