#hazel writes

in stars hollow, tonights storm made a very dramatic entrance to say the least. it was a shock to everyone, as usually the sky would rumble for hours, giving everyone lots of time to ignore the actual weather reports. though by six o'clock, most of the town had already started to grab their popcorn to witness the churning masses looming over the sky.

miss patty was stood in her studio doorway and judging the cloud formations like they were miss america contestants, by no surprise to anyone. taylor, bless him, was going door-to-door on a manic candle-safety crusade. it was local madness at its finest, and that meant lorelai loved every second of it.

what started as a sudden downpour three hours ago had now reduced lorelai to a shivering mess. now, standing in luke’s apartment above the diner, she felt the icy meltwater drip from her hair and pool around her boots.

"this," she said, shedding her soaked jacket with a loud sigh, "is literally the opening scene of a horror movie."

luke closed the door. "wrong. horror movies start with people doing something stupid."

"yes, and i did do something stupid."

“you walked to my apartment in a storm." he stated, with a confused look on his face.

"exactly, luke."

"yeah, okay. fair." he knew there was no use arguing with his girlfriend.

an abrupt flash lit up the windows, followed instantly by a crack of thunder that shook the whole place. lorelai winced, fidgeting with her hands. 

luke looked up, watching her reaction. "you okay there?" 

"mm, peachy." 

another low boom echoed outside, and she swallowed hard, grabbing a cushion. a tiny smirk touched luke's mouth. "you still hate storms, then."

"i don't hate them," she said, staring fixedly at the window.

“you’re gripping onto that cushion as if it’s gonna save your life."

"well, i merely object to being reminded of my own mortality by some stupid cloud." she argued.

"same difference."

"no, the one you said is emotional. this is clearly a biological reaction, duh."

the power had cut out nearly an hour ago now, taking the whole town down with it. through luke’s apartment windows, stars hollow was completely swallowed by the dark, save for a few candles you could see through rainy windows, thanks to taylor’s neurotic rant. this storm had made the town peel back a layer of time to see the older stars hollow. lorelai had noticed that luke’s apartment had now begun to feel intimate. the few candles flickering on the table bathed the room in a butter-toned light that made the place feel toasty.

lorelai had obviously been here before, but she felt like she hadn’t fully taken it in until now. every corner belonged to luke, including the tower of paperbacks by the sofa and his baseball cap near the door. two of his signature flannel shirts were draped over the chair and she wanted nothing more than to just bury her nose in them. even the mug left beside the paper felt warm from his hands. she wanted to be the one who cleaned up this clutter.

for a while now, luke hadn’t been just the guy who poured lorelai coffee or the safe shoulder to lean on. she thinks he is the love of her life, and it still scares her a bit. after nine years with the endless breakfasts at his diner, she could exist in his orbit and think wow, that’s my boyfriend. 

"hey, you look cold." the rumble of luke’s voice finally snapped her back to the present.

"well, that’s because i am cold," she whispered.

"you should take a shower, i’ve got one of the old boilers so there should still be some hot water left over."

lorelai watched him, a feeling washing over her. she couldn’t help but find it endearing how easily he always welcomed her in, he offered something as simple as his shower without a second thought. if it was anyone else, he would have probably shoved them out the door already. 

"a shower?"

“yeah." luke said, his brows pinching.

"here, in your bathroom?" she questioned.

luke sighed, the faux annoyance slipping into his voice. "that's generally where the shower is."

a cute laugh escaped her mouth, acknowledging how much history they shared. “you know, if you'd told me nine years ago that one day you'd be casually directing me toward your shower-"

"well how could i tell ya? i couldn’t predict the future."

lorelai rolled her eyes. “you can’t even talk about hypotheticals like a normal person.”

“not when you’re about ten seconds away from developing hypothermia. now, get in the shower before i change my mind."

she crossed her arms like a child. “fine.” then, she made her way over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

the skin at the nape of his neck prickled, he was blushing. lorelai caught the crimson flush and felt a little thrill; even after all this time of knowing each other, she still held the power to unarm him. luke, predictably, looked like he wanted to swallow his own tongue. without looking at her, he gave an impatient jerk of his index finger toward the bathroom, desperate to escape her eyes.

"towels are in the bathroom cabinet." he said quickly.

"look at youuuuu." lorelai drawled out.

"what now?"

"providing towel information, such a hopeless romantic." 

"there she is." 

"there who is?" 

"the reason people leave town." he smirked at her.

lorelai grinned and disappeared into the bathroom before he could throw something at her. 

the apartment’s plumbing wheezed and shook, but thanks to the older boiler, it delivered a surprisingly hot stream of water. lorelai leaned her head against the tile, letting the steam put the bathroom mirror into a white haze. she knew she should get out as the thunder outside was tracking closer, but she stayed put. the chill from her walk over was finally lifting, easing the nervousness that always hit her during a storm. if she was being honest with herself, she simply liked hiding out here.

knowing luke was just on the other side of the door was comforting to her. she couldn't stop poking at the thought, the way you can't leave a loose tooth alone. he was a permanent part of her life, like rory. he was the safety net she never thought about because it was always there. to have him suddenly turn into something that made her heart skip, while still being the guy who fixed her toaster in a whim, was the best thing to ever happen to her.

he still poured her morning coffee, but her whole life was different. there was this electricity when his eyes met hers and there was a specific thud in her ribs whenever he came into view. without him, she just drifted. she counted the hours nowadays until she could see him, realising with a cold spike of panic that she had completely lost her footing. rather than dwell on it, she let the shower steam the panic out of her, showering was a tactical retreat she’d perfected since childhood whenever her emotions grew too loud. 

twenty minutes later, the apartment felt more empty. the frightening cracks of thunder had faded into a dull rumble, now there was only rain spattering against the windows and the candles were drowning in their own wax. luke hadn’t moved, laid out across the cushions with one arm flung wide, lost to whatever world he was reading about. he relied on books the way lorelai relied on coffee, it was the very thing keeping him on earth.

he looked up as she walked in, and his heart skipped a beat. lorelai could sense it. his eyes traced her wearing his oversized t-shirt and the damp tangles of her hair. she was glowing from the shower. luke was the first to blink, snapping his gaze back to his book like he’d been burned. another telltale flush creeped up his neck and it was all the confirmation she needed.

lorelai let a slow smile pull at the corner of her mouth. oh, this is good. she kept walking.

"sooooo, what're you reading?" 

"history." he avoided eye contact.

"offfff course you are." 

"well, it's interesting." 

"no, honey. it's history." 

he let out a little snort. lorelai made a dramatic fall as she capsized onto the cushions, a rogue wave of warmth that dragged three-quarters of the fleece blanket with her. luke sat very still, breathing in her scent.

lorelai huddled underneath the warm blankets, tucking her toes out of the evening chill. luke  had now set the book facedown on the coffee table. the silence wrapped around the room like a well-worn sweater. she rested her head against the couch, watching the caramel flicker of the candles settle over his shoulders.

the rain was currently the only reality they had, washing everything else away. luke was right beside her. every time his shoulder brushed hers, it sent enough electric through them that they could probably solve the powercut.

she used to overthink every tiny touch, analysing the friction until it ruined the moment. now, she just sunk into his side, yielding to the pressure. love wasn't always some spectacular burning, it could also be this uncomplicated absence of a gap between the two. reveling in the relief of being close. her eyes drifted shut, sealing her inside the sound of him.

luke’s fingers found lorelai’s hair almost of their own accord. he was miles away, eyes fixed on the rain-streaked glass, completely oblivious to what his hand was doing, only his fingers knew. they sifted through the damp strands a few times. lorelai cracked open one eye, watching him play with her hair.

a breathless rush of affection blossomed in her chest. this was so much more beautiful than anything in the movies. luke had never been the type to do huge, romantic gestures. he was more of a stable and unforgettable type of love. he held lorelai upright like if the earth gave out and the roots held the trees in the dark, never asking for anything in return. his fingers sifted through her hair again and again, combing away the tension she’d been carrying all day.

normally, lorelai would have teased him. she would have found some way to turn the tender moment into a punchline before she could overthink it. this time, she just stayed exactly where she was. she let herself lean into the moment, closing her eyes and listening to the rain, letting him touch her without pulling away. 

finally, luke broke the silence. still facing the window, his fingers still tracing the line of her hair, he began to speak. "your hair is really soft after you wash it." 

lorelai blinked as the words were so sweet she couldn’t prepare for it. she turned her head slowly, almost afraid to break the moment. luke looked perfectly normal and unaware that he had just made her heart flutter.

"that is the weirdest and somehow sweetest compliment you've ever given me." 

his eyes moved. "what?" 

"you heard me." 

"it wasn't a compliment." he sighed.

 lorelai laughed instantly. "you said my hair is soft!” 

"yes, god forbid i make an observation." 

"a very romantic observation, indeed." she wiggled her brows as luke groaned while she grinned for the next twenty minutes.

Obi-Wan was considering simply changing his number at this point. For the past two weeks straight he’d been receiving endless voicemails and texts from his ex, tones ranging from white hot fury to sobbing apologies. If it wasn’t her, then it was her sister, living a country away, yet with a transcontinental persistence. And if not those two, it was their mutual friends, trying to get Obi-Wan to hear her out.

But Obi-Wan did, or at least he thought he did. The day Satine suddenly insisted on an open relationship, after five years of monogamy, Obi-Wan heard her out. He wasn’t against open relationships as a concept, it was just so out of character for her to want it.

They were each other’s first love in college, ending when she moved back to her home country, then reconnected fifteen years later now that she worked in the states. She was still looking for a place to live when Obi-Wan offered his spare room. Being roommates lasted no more than a few weeks as they rekindled their relationship. It was like they were eighteen again, and no one around them mattered. She was the only person Obi-Wan had his eyes on, and he swore the same for her.

Her question, however, was further proof of her odd behavior over the last month. She was coming home later than normal, but said summer was always the busy months for work. When she was home, her eyes were glued to her phone when she would always turn it off during non-work hours as to not distract her. In case she had an important email or call, she would say. 

And not that it should matter, but their sex life had come to a screeching halt. Before she would playfully seduce him to take her anywhere in the condo. Now, he considered nights where he was able to hold her in bed as close to intimacy as possible. If he tried to seduce her first, she’d smile and let him get handsy over her clothes, and that’s as far as they’d go.

He also didn’t want to think that some days she came back smelling different. She had a particular floral perfume she sprayed on every morning yet somehow came home either muted, or masculine, like body spray. The cheap stuff that young male college summer interns would wear, because that’s all they could afford.

He didn’t want to believe it. She couldn’t, not after all this time. She wasn’t the type to cheat.

At least until she asked for the open relationship.

Maybe if they discussed this when they first got together. Maybe if she didn’t stare down every intern or receptionist that looked his way like they were a challenge. Maybe if she was actually working longer hours and had a coworker cover for her, instead of finding out through her colleagues she was leaving every day at five. Then maybe he would have heard her out.

When he said he couldn’t give that to her on top of her secretive behavior, she began shouting. And awful things were said. Obi-Wan regretted it too, which was why he was surprised not two weeks later she was begging for them to talk.

There was a part of him that kept saying she was cheating, and he couldn’t let that go. If she was sleeping with someone else before their break up then asking for an open relationship was just to alleviate her guilt. After all these years, for as long as they've known each other, she tried to have both him and a side piece, rather than honestly communicating in the first place. 

He couldn’t even guess who she’d be having the affair with. All her coworkers said she was out by five and was seen alone in her car. She had other usual spots, such as the restaurant across her office where she frequented for lunch, or the mall strip on weekends where they would sometimes go on a stroll. Any of those places could have had her other partner.

He would have given up. He already broke up with her and didn’t want to talk. Best take his losses, five rekindling years down the drain, and just move on.

That was until he ran into Padme Amidala, Satine’s coworker, while he was waiting in line for Starbucks near his workplace. She had to have sought him out since their office was on the opposite side of the city.

“His name is Anakin Skywalker.” She said after sitting him down, fingers picking at the cardboard heat protector of her coffee. “He was our IT intern. His internship ended and that’s when they started. I’m sorry Obi-Wan.”

He and Padme were simply acquaintances, never having the chance to truly sit down and talk as they were doing now. He had been ignoring her texts too, assuming she was trying to get them back together. She didn’t have to come to him with this so despite the anger boiling in his chest, he thanked her for telling him the truth. It was more than what his own ex was willing to do when confronted.

He knew the name of Anakin Skywalker. During the spring, his longtime friend Mace Windu would mutter his name like a swear word. Skywalker was the CompSci kid with a sharp tongue whenever he sat down for Mace's Philosophy lesson, a required course for undergrad students. Meaning Anakin had to have only been in his early twenties.

A quick search of his name popped up his LinkedIn. Name, age, and public resume were all on display.

Anakin Skywalker, twenty-one, University of Coruscant. Last place of work: IT at Coruscant Senate.

Satine went and fucked a twenty-one year old.

Did she want to relive college that badly she had to take on a student lover, from the university just down the street from his work? That was rubbing salt in the wound.

What did this Anakin know about her anyway? Why would he go for someone much older when Padme was there? Satine was a beauty, and time made her better, but the age difference was large. She went to prey on a college undergrad, and he probably stayed with her for the money.

Thought that didn’t explain why she was suddenly begging Obi-Wan back. Trouble in paradise perhaps? He could ask her, but he had a feeling she’d just try to fix their relationship rather than admit the truth of it all. Did she even know Padme was the one who ratted her out?

He wasn’t going to her. Instead, he found Anakin’s public instagram account and messaged him there. A much more casual approach than his LinkedIn. It was a long shot, and he was sure his message would fall into the request folder.

After sending, Obi-Wan wondered what his plan of action was. Why did he need to see who this kid was? Both profiles were public, he could see while he now worked on the campus computer department his real interest were in cars and video games. He had a younger step sister that always commented on his posts, and he had a prosthetic arm, issued by Republic Tech. It was part of their durasteel brand, a sleek black and gold finish. Some photos, if Anakin was wearing short sleeves, his arm was in full view. In others it was covered by a glove.

He was a handsome kid from his photos, Obi-Wan would give him that. But nothing on his socials screamed any common interest with Satine. How did these two even get together?

The thought swirled in his head, then anger grew inside him because it didn’t matter. She chose to cheat and here he was now, sitting in his condo, by himself, staring at a screen.

Hey man. Sorry. Yeah that was me. Fuck it’s awkward like this. Can we meet? There’s this bar I go to. Let me buy you a drink and explain.

At least the kid could legally drink. She didn’t cradle rob that young.

They scheduled to meet Friday evening. Obi-wan had a presentation later in the afternoon for work while Anakin had a lab that ended around the same time. And while the bar was full and noisy it was enough of a distraction to keep Obi-Wan calm, maybe less likely to throw an outburst at the young man for sleeping with her.

Anakin’s instagram photos didn’t do him justice. Because when he received the message ‘just walked in’, Obi-Wan was met with the face of an angel.

Young and tall, his face was rounded and cute, soft like blemishes could never exist on him. Blue eyes glowing from the crowd, and dark curly hair Obi-Wan wanted to run his hands through. Anakin licked his lips as he scanned the room, before checking his phone again for Obi-Wan’s message, indicating which part of the bar he’s in. Soon Anakin was approaching him, almost tripping on another patron, before taking the seat across. “Obi-Wan, right?”

Oh, he liked the way he said his name.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, voice and pants tight as he said, “That’s right.”

Maybe he started to understand why Satine jumped on the boy. He had heads turn to him just by entering the room. Despite this, Anakin only had eyes on him.

“First off, I’m so sorry. You need to know I had no idea she had a boyfriend.”

If all the anger was dissipated when Anakin entered, Obi-Wan now felt a wave of tranquility when he spoke. His voice was deep with a shy tone to it. He spoke in a slow drawl that he could listen to for hours. “Ah, it’s quite alright. I just wanted to know how you two came to be.”

“Can I get you that drink first?” He asked, head ducked slightly with a smile. “Think it’d be easier with it.”

A drink would have made the conversation easier, but staring at the boy was already doing it for him. “Thank you, I’d like that.”

Anakin jumped out of his seat, weaving his way to the bar and grabbing the tender’s attention. Suddenly he could no longer be too angry at Satine for cradle robbing, because he already had so many thoughts of what the two were doing. Thoughts that were quickly replaced with Obi-Wan and Anakin instead.

And on the boy’s instagram profile, he indicated bi. So it couldn’t hurt to fantasize.

Despite the crowds, Anakin managed to return ten minutes later with two large pints of Guinness. They clinked their glasses together, Anakin only taking sips as Obi-Wan drank to at least half. When he put the glass down, Anakin stared at him with wide, doe like eyes. Adorable.

“So… uh. Just to be clear I approached her first. Thought she was pretty and asked her out to coffee. She was flirting with me the whole time so I didn’t assume she was taken.”

Obi-Wan took in his words, a little surprised Anakin was the one initiated just because of his shy demeanor. “How many dates did you two go on?”

Anakin scoffed. “One, if coffee counts. Once my internship ended she was mostly in my bed—apartment. But she never spent the night, and hey if she only wanted to have fun I get it.”

He paused to take a longer sip. “Ah, then I heard her talking on the phone...with you. Saying how she’s working late and couldn’t make it home for dinner.”

Obi-Wan winced, remembering that phone call exactly. It wasn’t a special night, but work for him ended early that day since a client had to reschedule, so he decided to cook a nice meal. Just as he pulled dessert out of the oven, she phoned in saying she wouldn’t make it on time, and to just wrap it up for later.

“I should have asked her then but I didn’t. I thought she could have been…well I don’t know who she could have been talking to. But she suddenly showed up at my door, saying we should go away for a weekend. She seemed upset, and when I asked her what happened--”

“You realized you were the other guy.”

Anakin sighed but nodded. “Look, I don’t mess around like that.  I’m not gonna be the guy who ruins someone’s relationship. I’m sorry she did that to you. And,” with a resigned look, he continued. “I do feel bad, for both of you. I uh, take it she left your home, right?”

Obi-Wan grimaced, one of his last words to her being if she can’t commit to their relationship then she had no right to be in their bed. He had meant to mean he couldn’t go to bed with her, but didn’t correct her when she packed her essentials and left. Padme all but confirmed that’s where she was staying for the time being.

“She asked to stay with me, and I let her ‘till Padme was able to get her place ready. We didn’t sleep together,” He added quickly, “Just, you know. Let her take the bed. She left once Padme’s was good to go.”

Even after being used, Anakin kindly housed her. A new guilt crept in Obi-Wan, so angry from their fight he didn’t think what if Padme couldn’t take her? Where would she have gone last minute? A hotel maybe, but that’d be expensive in the long term.

He could have been much nicer, even if he wanted to end it.

“Thank you, for doing that.”

Anakin shrugged. “No problem. Sorry again. For all of it.”

With a dry chuckle, Obi-Wan raised his beer glass to Anakin. “How about we stop feeling sorry? What’s done is done.”

He was met back with the cutest smile, and Anakin’s glass clinking with his. “What’s done is done.”

Obi-Wan finished his drink with that toast, while Anakin’s glass barely reached a quarter empty. His tanned face was forming a drunk blush, with the way his cheeks and nose turned a rosy red. A lightweight.

“Would you like another?” Anakin offered.

“I should be good on this, though if you can’t finish yours, I can do it for you.”

Without hesitation Anakin slid his drink over, their fingers barely touching as Obi-Wan grabbed the glass. “So uh, what do you do?” Anakin asked, his eyes following the glass’s movement, from the table all the way to Obi-Wan’s lips. “Like, if she’s a politician...”

“Well, not in politics necessarily.” He said with a light chuckle. “Lawyer, I’m on a team with Republic Industries.”

Anakin’s eyes lit up at the familiar name of the largest tech company founded in Coruscant. With benefits of six figures, unlimited PTO, and holiday bonuses, it was every person’s dream in tech to work for them. Students fight for the secretary and personal assistant intern positions, and their law department was in just much demand. Obi-Wan sweet talked his way in when they had almost gone with another candidate, hence earning him the nickname ‘Negotiator’. Or silver-tongue depending how tipsy everyone was at the bar.

“No way, you work there? What do you with legal? You must help draft up a lot of NDAs huh?”

It may have been the alcohol, but Obi-Wan was taken aback by Anakin’s interest in his career. More so than Satine ever was, since she always asked why he didn’t go into Judiciary law to be closer to her work.

“I do.” He said, and to test the waters, he pushed forward to say, “Though, I do kiss and tell.”

When he saw the clear fluster in Anakin’s cheeks, Obi-Wan knew he reeled him right in. The boy was speechless, mouth open with cute little noises to say something, and instead came out jumbled. Anakin’s durasteel fingers drummed against the table, his eyes trying to look at anything except Obi-Wan. But he always fell back on him.

“What if I don’t want you to tell?”

“Oh? Just a kiss then?”

“Kisses, if you’re up for it.”

The bar table was small, only meant for two, and was easy to lean into as he gave Anakin a kiss on his lips. Chaste, Obi-Wan thought, but when he pulled back he knew it was more than a peck on his lips for Anakin.

“My place is just a cab over--”

“Mine is around the block.” Anakin blurted.

Obi-Wan smiled, full teeth on display. “Perfect.”

The walk was a complete blur, they could have teleported for all her knew, because from the bar, Obi-Wan pushed Anakin through his apartment and slammed the door behind him. His coat was on the floor, how rude of himself, as calloused and metal worked on the buttons of his shirt. Though Anakin stood taller than him, he acted much smaller, as if trying to hide his intimidating stance.

Obi-Wan found his own hands in Anakin’s soft hair, and with a light pull tugged at the back, exposing his long neck that needed to be decorated with hickies.

Anakin’s knees buckled under him when Obi-Wan nipped him, first starting soft before biting into his skin, tasting the sweat and the cheap body spray that's been on their pillow for weeks. Anakin was wearing far too many layers, and Obi-Wan was enjoying pulling his clothes off piece by piece.

Moving around the apartment was easy enough: It was only had a studio, twin bed on one wall, his work desk against the window, and a tiny kitchenette. There was a door that was probably to the bathroom, and an unruly drawer with socks and shirts sticking out that must have been his only place to keep his clothes. A true college student indeed, working with the bare minimum.

It should bother him that Satine preferred to spend her nights here when she had a lovely home to return to: the master bedroom with a king size bed and walk in closet, a bathroom with glass doors and a separate tub, her own office space, and a living and dining room for when they hosted their friends.

He had ten times more than what Anakin could afford.

Yet, as Anakin moaned his name, his hand desperately reaching for Obi-Wan’s cock through his pants, Obi-Wan decided Anakin’s place was perfect.

Anakin was perfect.

And he only proved that more when the boy dropped to his knees, grinning happily now that he had his prize fully out. Obi-Wan was unashamed how hard he was for him, knowing that he stained his own underwear with how much pre-come covered his cock.

With his hand still in Anakin’s hair, Obi-Wan guided his head right where he had to be. “Go on darling, I can see you want to.”

“Thank you.” Anakin said, and if not for his better self-control, Obi-Wan would have come right then and there. How lucky was he to find this boy eager to suck cock, and thank him for it?

Anakin’s mouth was hot and wet and just as perfect as the rest of him. Wanting to please, Anakin tried to take as much of his length at once, tears forming in his eyes either from the stretch, or his worry he couldn’t do it. Obi-Wan released his grip, gently petting his head and his cheeks instead.

“It’s okay darling, take your time.”

Anakin pulled off with a wet pop, licking his pink lips and looked up at him, arousal still high. “Sorry, can you sit on my bed? It’ll be easier.”

Just one hop and he was on Anakin’s bed. If there was one thing that didn’t look hand-me-down or from a thrift store it was his mattress, which still had spring to it. His bed covers, that was actually neatly made, was printed black with night stars.

He spread his legs, allowing Anakin to sit between them as he started suckling on the head of his cock. Obi-Wan found his hand returning to the soft curly locks, praising him with touch as he enjoyed the best head he’s had in a long time. Anakin took him slower, playing around with his slit to taste more of his pre-come, then working his way down the rest of his long shaft. Obi-Wan was not one for erotic pictures on his phone, always found the idea distasteful. Until now, when he wanted to capture this moment forever. The perfect boy, kneeling between him and pleasing him, just as he pleased his partner before. Except now this boy was his. His to be warmed and stuff, and thank him later for it.

Anakin didn’t even seem to care of his own arousal as his hand stayed on Obi-Wan’s thigh, and his prosthesis arm pushed on the bed for support. His eyes were closed, almost dreamlike, and Obi-Wan’s cock was just something to occupy his mouth.

Now used to the stretch, Anakin swallowed the rest of him down, and Obi-Wan threw his head back with a groan. “Oh Anakin, Anakin you’re so good.”

Anakin took his sweet time to pull off once again, leaving a string of saliva still connecting them. “I am?”

“Yes,” He said, noticing how Anakin glowed with his praise. “Come up here, I need to have you.”

“Have me how?” Anakin’s voice was breathless, yet his smile was trying to convey coy.

“On my face, let me taste you too.”

Anakin choked on air at Obi-Wan’s request, one he was not going to deny. Once Obi-Wan was lying flat on the bed, Anakin had his legs between Obi-Wan's head, spreading his cheeks for easier access. From here Obi-Wan could also see his cute cock and balls, much smaller compared to him. “You can pull my hair too, if you’d like.”

That was his only warning to Anakin as he dove in, tasting the most intimate parts of him. Anakin grabbed his hair, keeping his head in place as he let out a shout. “Oh, oh! Obi-Wan!”

His whines were music to his years, breathless and vocal yet unable to tell him what he wanted. So he stretched him first with his tongue, while he teased his finger alongside.

He felt Anakin move above him, almost falling over to the side when a bottle was nudged between his hands. Obi-Wan stopped what he was doing, smiling when he saw he was handed a bottle of lube. He opened the cap, squeezing a generous amount, and then breached him with his fingers.

“Oh fuck, fuck Obi-Wan—your hands aaaah--,” Anakin was rocking into his touches, his cock stiffened and bouncing and balls aching for more.

“Gotta prepare you dear, make this so pleasurable for you.” It didn’t take long to find Anakin’s prostate, purposely teasing the sensitive gland that him leaking onto Obi-Wan’s face, and he licked Anakin’s pre-come like it was syrup. Sweet, just like him.

“I’m ready, I’m ready!”

“No you’re not, you know how big I am.” Obi-Wan warned, adding a third finger. He was so tight around his fingers alone, and while he didn’t want to hurt the boy his cock ached to be inside him.

“I do, and I want it! I want it now!”

Without thinking, Obi-Wan slapped his ass, earning a whine from Anakin. So he did it again, watching Anakin’s cock pulse and leak with more come. “Naughty boy, let me take care of you.”

“You are,” Anakin reassured him, looking down with a shy smile. “Please, fuck me already.”

“Have you had a cock like this in you before?”

Anakin bit his lower lip, a lie on his lips before he admitted the truth. “Just a toy. It was smaller than you.”

“Oh darling, we’ll go slow. We have all night.”

Maneuvering on the small bed was awkward, but he was able to get Anakin on his back, legs spread as far as he could while his cheek was turned into his pillow. Yet his eyes peeked to Obi-Wan, waiting for his next move.

“We could have all morning too,” Anakin said, voice almost muffled by the fabric. But Obi-Wan caught it. He wanted to hear everything Anakin had to say.

“The morning too, then,” Obi-Wan promised as he slowly pushed in.

Anakin’s entrance was tight as he expected, and despite his whimpers of protest Anakin tried to meet his movements, weakly, with his hips. He wanted to take Obi-Wan, and who was he to deny him? Bit by bit he got himself in, until he’s somehow fully inside him. Anakin’s heat was unlike anything Obi-Wan’s even felt before. His mouth, his ass, were made to take cock. He wondered, by the look of the boy’s blissed out face, if Anakin was done chasing skirts.

“Move,” Anakin demanded, as Obi-Wan was taking the time to admire just how right they fit together.

Obi-Wan bent down, taking Anakin for a deep kiss. He pushed his tongue inside, wanting to feel Anakin’s slide alongside his. And they stayed like that for a little longer, leisurely exploring Anakin’s mouth while is cock was warmed by his hole. He groaned when Anakin squeezed around him, already impatient from his teasing.

So he commanded Anakin’s wish, pulling out just until the tip, and then slamming himself back in. Anakin arched his back, his hand clawing down Obi-Wan’s back as the older man thrust inside him with the intensity Anakin needed. The mattress box squeezed under them, Obi-Wan used the wall as leverage to give himself more room to move, and under him, Anakin was singing like an angel.

His pretty lashes gathered dewdrops, his lips swollen begging to be kissed, even if that meant swallowing all his sounds, and now Obi-Wan could see the bites and bruises forming around his neck and collar. He was the perfect, debauched image.

Obi-Wan thrust into him again, watching Anakin bounce and whimper his name. Satine never saw him like his, he’s sure. Never really appreciated his beauty as Obi-Wan is now. She had her chance with Obi-Wan, had it with Anakin. Now she’s out, and they have each other.

Obi-Wan would be embarrassed how easily he was going to come inside him, so he wrapped his hand around Anakin’s cock and helped him first. The reaction was instant, Anakin throwing his head back and a scream, and Obi-Wan wanted him to keep screaming until his voice was raw. With a few strokes Anakin came across his chest, squeezing so delightfully around Obi-Wan’s own cock, keeping him locked in place to finally come inside him too.

He watched as Anakin’s face relaxed into a smile, his eyes watery, body over sensitive, yet his legs kept Obi-Wan trapped inside him.

When he finally pulled out, Obi-Wan felt his tired cock twitch again with interest as he watched his come flow out of Anakin’s used hole. There were no thoughts about using a condom, but that was for future him to worry about. For now, they tried to fit together in Anakin’s small bed, and found that having him in his arms, with Anakin’s head resting on his chest, was the perfect position.

Anakin’s dark curls tickled under Obi-Wan’s nose, and he noted just how nice he smelled. He kissed the top of his head and rubbed his back up and down. He thought Anakin had dozed off after a bit, just as Obi-Wan was feeling tired too, until Anakin shifted, sitting up slightly to ask: “Is it okay if I take this off? It’s just more comfortable to sleep without it.”

Obi-Wan kissed his cheek. “Darling, don’t have to ask me.”

Anakin shrugged. “I know, but some people find it...weird.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but wonder if Satine fell under that. Instead of asking, he offered to help him take it off. Anakin politely declined, but showed him how before placing it on his nightstand and snuggling up right back in his place.

Obi-Wan contemplated if he should go. How did one-night stands work nowadays? Anakin teased him to stay until morning but that could have easily been the lust talking.

Anakin rubbed his face between Obi-Wan’s hairy chest. “So,” he said while stifling a yawn, “do you take coffee or tea for breakfast?”

“Tea,” Obi-Wan answered quickly.

“Hm, good thing I keep some around. The bagged stuff though.”

“That’s okay, I’ll take it.”

So that answered that, and it helped Obi-Wan settled into bed more. He pulled Anakin’s covers over them as the air grew colder. They were sticky with each other’s fluids but he didn’t have the energy to clean up.

Maybe it was still the high from an intense orgasm, but Obi-Wan couldn’t help but think even now they still fit together perfect. What kind of circumstances, a heartbreaking one, led him to this beautiful boy who called his name as he came? Anakin, who was so perfect on his knees and on his back, he almost could not believe he slept with Satine. The thought actually caused him to chuckle, startling Anakin.

“What’s so funny?”

“Sorry dear, I simply could not imagine you topping my ex.”

With a shy turn of his head, Anakin mumbled, “Well I was never on top…”

“Ah,”

“Hey,” Anakin lightly swatted his chest. “If I hadn’t asked her out, she wouldn’t have cheated on you. Then you wouldn’t have tracked me down.”

“So I should thank her for this?”

“If you want.” Anakin said with a shrug, “but I don’t want to think of her right now.”