𝔞 𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤

Set squirms in his seat. It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia changes to a late night infomercial advertising knives. Obi-Wan idly wonders if this is real life foreshadowing.

"My name is Anakin," Set says, glancing sideways at Obi-Wan before looking back at the TV. A knife cuts through a shoe like butter, and Set watches without tearing his gaze away. "And I'm seventeen."

When they had met two months ago, Obi-Wan had thought it suspicious that a supposed college junior had such angelic features, his lips plump and pink, and what Obi-Wan now realizes is baby fat still clinging to his cheeks. Set, Anakin, is beautiful, and that's one of the reasons Obi-Wan had wanted him.

Obi-Wan takes in a breath and lets it out slowly.

He should run. Set— Anakin, he reminds himself, somewhat deliriously, is seventeen. Anakin's name is not Set and he's not twenty-one and he's probably still in high school for fuck's sake, but with the dim lights of his living room lamps illuminating his kiss swollen lips, hair still tousled from their earlier activites, he's still beautiful.

But he's been lying to Obi-Wan this entire time.

They had met in a coffee shop. It was not a cute meeting at all: the kid formerly known as Set had accidentally dumped an entire extra large latte down the front of Obi-Wan's favorite button-down after not looking where he was going. The boy had looked up mid-apology and froze in place. His face had turned red and he had stuttered out an apology, rushing away and leaving Obi-Wan completely bewildered and covered in espresso.

But the next time he had stepped foot into the coffee shop, Set was there, sitting at a table. Obi-Wan had smiled and walked over and said I believe I should give you my dry cleaning bill, and Set had laughed nervously and said If that's what it takes to get you to stay, I'll pay a thousand bills.

And that had been that.

It didn't matter that Obi-Wan was thirty-three to Set's twenty-one; they were both adults making adult decisions, and what they did together was decidedly adult. The first time Set had stepped foot in Obi-Wan's apartment for their first date, a home cooked dinner, he had looked so adorable shifting foot to foot and looking around with wide eyes that Obi-Wan had licked his lips and offered to give him a tour that ended in the bedroom with their clothes on the floor and Obi-Wan's mouth around Set's cock.

Set had cum almost embarassingly quickly, but it had been one of the hottest sights Obi-Wan had ever seen. In retrospect, it had probably been the boy's first blowjob ever. It's a miracle he even lasted two minutes.

"Your name is Anakin," Obi-Wan says slowly. "And you're seventeen."

"Um. Yeah," Anakin says. His hands are wringing in his lap. There's a flush on his face and his ears are pink.

Obi-Wan wants to eat him alive, his seventeen years be damned.

"You lied to me," Obi-Wan points out, and takes great delight in the way Anakin squirms in place.

"I can go, and you don't ever have to speak to me again, but I needed to tell you," Anakin says quickly.

Obi-Wan leans back, throwing one arm over the back of the couch. His ankle is propped on his opposite leg, and he watches as Anakin's gaze flicks down to the bulge in his trousers, then back up to his face, and then back to the TV where Mac and Charlie are shooting a gun at a car.

"And why is that?"

Anakin swallows. His gaze is turning dark. "Because I like you," he says, his voice low and rapidly regaining the confidence that had made Obi-Wan fall in love with Set. "And I think you like me too."

Obi-Wan tilts his head. "But you're seventeen, still a child in high school—"

"College," Anakin interrupts. "I graduated high school early."

"I've always liked them clever," Obi-Wan purrs and Anakin sits up straight like a puppy hearing a command from his master. To emphasize his statement, Obi-Wan drapes a casual hand over his rapidly growing erection.

Set's name is Anakin and Anakin is really seventeen. It's not as big of a problem as Obi-Wan thinks it should be. In fact, the way Anakin's gaze is fixed on the fingertips lightly circling the head of his cock is no problem at all.

"I know a way you can atone for your behavior," Obi-Wan says, and nods to the floor. "Get on your knees."