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Anakin Skywalker made a mental declaration on behalf of every single person in his occupational position.
Management was a very bad bad bitch. Now that he was promoted to be a Team Leader (in training), things were even worse.
Today has been a terrible day, the kind which the only cure was a good–amazing fuck or a really strong drink.
Both would be ideal, actually.
The man in his late twenties kneaded his glabella constantly while scrolling through the small monitor of the compact laptop, he extended a hand to his coworker. “Eye Drops.” Ahsoka Tano sighed and mumbled something akin to ‘should you buy your own?” but not that Anakin would care. Once the small packet of plastic tube touched his palm, the man leaned backward, faced up the ceiling while he got the droplets into his eyeballs and what could possibly be mistaken for a lewd moaning left his mouth. He felt Ahsoka’s slap on his arm right after.
“Tough day?” The smooth, silk-like sound emerged from behind him. Anakin blinked to adjust to the sudden coolness in his eyes and replied back without even bothering to turn around.
“Tough day.” He heard the other man acknowledged with a hum. Anakin patted away the excess liquid near his eyes before regaining his balance. Whoever that was, he sounded extremely like O—
Wait a minute.
He looked around and saw the unexpected, yet familiar face. Of course, there was only one single person whose voice alone could make Anakin shiver .
“Hello, there.” The gorgeous man in his thirties greeted him with a small grin. Anakin raised his brows and handed the eye drops back to Ahsoka, or tossed, not that there’s any difference. “Congratulations on your promotion. You’ve grown.” He swore Obi-Wan had had observing him all over – head to toe, and might have even lingered his gaze at Anakin’s crotch. Ahsoka finally looked away from her graphs and charts and semi-yelled in excitement.
“Obi-Wan!” The guy tilted his head and did a small bow towards the blue-haired girl. “Hello, Ahsoka.”
“Haha, very funny.” Anakin ignored the usual cheerful presence of his friend and snorted back at Obi-Wan’s previous comment. “Same to you, or should I say - you’ve got old?”
“When were you back? Why have we never heard anything?” The junior teammate beamed up to the point of no return. She ignored Anakin completely and that made the younger man roll his eyes and turned back to his monitor. There’s no surprise Ahsoka would not resume her task for a while so he might just cover for her. Ahsoka was a very competent and aspiring young woman and she idolized people at work who were amazing at their job, it was no surprise Obi-Wan made it to the top of the list. Anakin tried to scan her work, hoping to find something to nag her about, as well as trying to find himself some distraction so that he would not got hung up by the existence of Obi-Wan Kenobi.
Anakin's past secret affair.
But wow, she really did a perfect job. It might take a while to find some minor flaw and then rile her up with it a little. She seemed too happy, anyway.
“Oh, it was sudden for me too. The associate I have been training finally caught up and is able to take care of the team on his own, so I am being seconded back here. Hope you consider this some good news.” Even with his back to the man, Anakin could feel Obi-Wan grinning. That cheeky bastard . Ahsoka started laughing, and well–, call Anakin superstitious or whatever, he had an inkling that he was not going to like the following conversation.
“For me, eh. For this guy right here, yeah.” A small hand punched him lightly on the arm.
“Ahsoka.” Anakin gave her a warning tone. The youngest did not even bother looking at him. With his head snapped her way, he caught the sight of Obi-Wan leaning against the wall again.
Fucking – goddamn it. He seriously wanted to rip that sly smile out of him. Maybe with his own mouth–
“Do you, Anakin?”
Oh . As if he could even forget how his name sounds in Obi-Wan’s crips accent.
Ahsoka giggled way too much next to him and Anakin had to do something about it. He crossed his arm, nodding towards the laptop screen between them two “Change my mind, convert this back to bi-weekly forecast. I think it worked better that way.” He pointed at her face. “No buts or I am telling Secura you’re slacking off.” He ignored Obi-Wan’s fixated glance that was directly onto his face, hoping Ahsoka’s energy could distract the older man as it did the whole floor but it did not.
“That’s just an abuse of power.” Ashoka groaned annoyingly.
“Call HR, then.”
“You’re a monster.” Like anyone was going to call Mace Windu. Most would rather just settle any matters on their own than utter a single syllable to the HR manager and Anakin used that very fact to his full advantage.
“At least I am good at it.” Ahsoka pouted and turned back to give an apologetic smile to Obi-Wan. The man did not seem to mind. He looked amused, if anything.
“Don’t worry young one, we’ll have plenty of time to catch up.” He managed to calm a very energetic human being down with a soft touch on her shoulder and that smooth, oh so smooth voice. Anakin still remembered how it was like having him whispering sweet nothing into his ears. “And you owe me quite a simple answer, Anakin.” –and just like that he walked away.
Just like he did many months ago.
And It was really not helping that Obi-Wan managed to come back, coincidentally, right on time, exactly the moment Anakin craving a good fuck. Like he knew he was needed here. (Here could mean both the States and in between Anakin’s legs, who knew.)
“You’re too old to be sulking at your unrequited crush, Skyguy.” Ahsoka said without even looking away from the screen. She was doing her fast and furious (but precise) coding again and despite their constant cat fight, Anakin admired her professional capability very much.
“First of all, I am not old and he is not my cr–”
“You know I’m right. Here. Is this what you want? The conversion?”
“You’re very fast.”
“And always right.”
“I am not sulking.”
“Whatever.”
Anakin grabbed his things and shoved it into a satchel. It is already 9PM but with the tight schedule of the whole operation, late hours were nothing but an unavoidable necessity. He sent Ahsoka home an hour earlier despite her protest. It was quite sweet that she wanted to be there to support him, or distract him, if they were being honest. Anakin did not need distraction. He was fine. He was great.
Obi-Wan’s sudden reappearance in his life did not affect him at all. No.
Well– maybe a little?
But it was not because Anakin still had feelings for him. It was just because he was tired, and stressed, and– he felt like the idea of leaning on someone, or a hug would be nice, to be honest. Anakin might not need a good fuck as he wanted a good hug, but the former seems to be easier to find for some weird reason when you were an adult.
He looked at his watch and did some mental calculation of how long it would take for him to go to a bar, have a drink and engage in some pretentious conversation to get laid. He wanted to sleep before midnight so this operation had to be quick .
He skipped his step a little. He was already a fast walker (sometimes too fast, people were having trouble walking with him, especially Yoda, their senior director. Anakin might have even suggested he carried the old man piggy-ride style that one time they really had to hurry. The man did not agree, though. The only person who seemed to be able to catch up was Ahsoka.) but this might have looked akin to running. Quinlan Vos yelled something after him but he did not really have time to listen. It should not be something important anyway concerning it coming out of Vos’ mouth. But Anakin should have listened, because if he had he would have been prepared for this.
“Do you need a ride?” A strong hand reaching up for his shoulder, that has stopped his motion completely. He turned back and a pair of stormy blue eyes locked to his own once again.
Must he ruin everything?, Anakin’s ‘get laid plan’ included.
So, apperantly, Vos was yelling ‘Hey, Skywalker, Kenobi is leaving too, he wants to know if you need a ride.’ but that was too late now. How he was left unprepared with a piercey pair of eyes that seemed like they were searching into his soul, a warm hand that felt too familiar, a sight of the man Anakin has fell in love with for a long time.
“Do you?” Why did he have to sound like that? Like he cared, like he wanted to talk to him or something. Anakin was about to say no because even if he did not have plans for tonight, his apartment was way out of the downtown and it takes quite a while even by car.
But of course Obi-Wan already knew that. Or maybe he has forgotten it, like he has forgotten Anakin. Shit, that turned down hill real fast.
“No, thank you. Actually, I am – going somewhere.” That would have successfully brushed off a normal person, but Anakin has underestimated the sheer will of the man in front of him.
“Where?, I can drop you off.”
“Haven’t thought of it - might just wander and see.” He answered honestly this time. He did this a lot, he loved walking and just seeing how the path took him. Plus, it was already quite late, sure this spontaneous late night plan would have thrown him off. Obi-Wan hated procrastination to the same level he hated earthworms and bugs.
“The usual Anakin’s walk, it is, then.” Obi-Wan smiled a little while folding his coat.
Anakin shrugged and started moving towards the exit once again. “I guess. Well, bye.” Then the fast walking resumed, but this time he heard the following footsteps. The one that sounds painfully nostalgic. Again. Even the way he walked has engraved itself into Anakin’s brain.
Oh lord, the level of pining he has yet to overcome. Ahsoka could not know about this.
Obi-Wan did not press the elevator button to any of the parking floors, Anakin waited for a minute to see if he would make a stop midway, but once they had passed all the way to the ground floor, it was clear that Obi-Wan had decided to mess with him. He walked out (fast) until they were out on the front of the skyscraper, and turned back to face the biggest problem in his life right now.
“What are you doing?” Anakin knew he sounded really annoyed and tired and maybe even a bit hostile (which was how he usually was, anyway). The older man looked around and deadpanned.
“Haven’t thought of it? Might just wander and see. You wanna join?” Anakin closed his eyes and exhaled audibly loud. He was trying and whatever game Obi-Wan was playing right now did not help.
“What do you want?”
“To get you home safe, and if there is anything to participate in between here and driving you home, please show me the way.” He wished he could just smack himself with the lighting pole and did not have to deal with this ever again.
“I don’t need your help getting home safe. I am 26, a grown-man.”
“Oh, I am aware. But I am not doing this because I think you want me, I do it because I want to.” Anakin rubbed his face vigorously, he was a tiny bit away from crushing his own face. His words might have sounded really heroic and sweet but it was also true. Anakin raised his brow and looked at Obi-Wan with a faint, joyless smile.
“Yeah, you made it clear that my opinion did not matter a long time ago. But a reminder is nice.”
“Anakin–” He did not let the man finish. He walked away and shouted back at the man.
"Hurry up, I don’t have all night.”
If Obi-Wan insisted on it. Then he had it.
Anakin could play games, too.
“Is your boyfriend okay with this?” A dark-hair man with a beautiful beard said in between their kissing? More like Anakin was devouring him at this point but the nameless man did not protest. He did have only one concern after all – the boyfriend. Anakin chuckled dryly at the idea of it. It might look like that, he was told multiple times they looked great together.
But did it matter? Obi-Wan has left him anyway.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” He sounded more hurt and painful than he intended to let on but the guy in front of him did not seem to notice nor care. Any conversational sounds ceased right after that.
Anakin has not wasted any time. Once they found their seats, he ordered a shot, downed it right in one go and went straight to the very first man who locked eyes with him for more than 5 seconds. He did not even bother to turn to Obi-Wan who had followed him into the bar. Obi-Wan could not do that - he could not ruin Anakin’s night, his fair share of sanity. Not after everything he has put him through to begin with. He saw it. He saw Obi-Wan’s dropping gaze and his tiny sigh when Anakin walked off to the restroom with a handsome man.
What’s his problem? It was not like he would give him what he wanted.
“Ah-” His cracked moan lasted for a while and the guy raised up from between his thighs to meet him in the eyes again. He looked like he was impressed with himself (or his mouth, in particular) and Anakin kissed his neck in reassurance. It was great, though not amazing.
His bar in physical pleasure was pretty fucked by the other man who he left at the bar. Anakin felt even slightly guilty for anyone who he has bedded after Obi-Wan, for he did not seem to be able not to compare the experience and could never really give any of them a compliment.
“You– want to come back to my place? Or I can go to your place, either way.” Anakin smiled apologetically. It was Thursday, and he had an early video call tomorrow. Nothing to do with Obi-Wan insisting on taking him home. Anakin even considered that it would be extremely savage to actually have Obi-Wan drive him home, with Anakin on the backseat with some random man, making out. The idea was intriguing but he did not want to risk it.
Because, what if Obi-Wan did not care if Anakin was making out with someone else in the backseat? What if he just let Anakin go? Like he always did . That would have killed Anakin, emotionally.
“Sorry, early plans tomorrow.”
The brunette shrugged. “Can’t blame a guy for trying. I guess I won’t have your number either?” Anakin chuckled at the man's assumption, which turned out to be correct.
“Yeah, sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s okay. I should go.”
Anakin followed him out to the bar. The man quickly fulfilled his promise and disappeared into the crowd. Ankin adjusted his shirt and pants while walking back to where he had left Obi-Wan. He did not even look at the counter, part of it was because he did not really know what to feel if the older man wasn’t there.
Better not have his hope up, anyway.
“Ready to go home?”
Oh, he was still here.
“Yeah.”
Obi-Wan took a gulp of the remaining non-alcoholic drink in his hand and gathered up his keys and wallet. He waited for Anakin to go ahead and followed him afterward. The air outside was cold and dry, having one strong drink and a blowjob already had affected Anakin. He tightened his coats to his chest and cursed every time the wind blew. Obi-Wan looked like he was in his element, surely 15 months in London would have made this weather relatively more pleasant.
“You good?” Anakin nodded and walked with Obi-Wan in silence for quite a while.
“Yeah.”
“Alright.”
After a ten minutes walk, they’re back to the building and then Obi-Wan’s car. It’s another model, not the one Anakin used to ride, or fucked into if that even counted. It was a nice sedan with a lot of cup holders, which seemed to be the feature that got Obi-Wan sold. He wondered If Obi-Wan's still take a lot of tea during the day. Was Obi-Wan still had a small storage section at the trunk, he was obsessed with sanitation and his car was no exception. Anakin got scolded for eating chips in his car once.
Ugh, he had to stop his wishful thinking before this got out of hand.
“Turn left right over there.”
“I know, Anakin.”
He did not know what hurt more between having Obi-Wan completely ignore him and their unsaid history, or having the older man remember every single thing about Anakin the same way Anakin did, yet he decided to get out of Anakin’s life without hesitation.
“Well it’s not actually a wild guess to assume you may have forgotten this meaningless information after not hearing from you in 15 months.”
It was one thing to be drunk on his own. That guaranteed a full night of deep and peaceful sleep. Being drunk around Obi-Wan, on the other hand, guaranteed disasters and regrets, especially now. This freudian slip was only the beginning. Thank god that the alcohol also diluted Anakin’s hypersensitive self-awareness and introspection as well. If not, how could he say something so honest and heart-aching while looking directly at Obi-Wan. This is the work of a vodka shot, that was for sure.
“So you have been counting.”
“Oh, I am so sorry? I did not just wipe you off of my memories. I’d have done it if I knew it’s what you wanted.” He snapped back almost hysterically and Obi-Wan gave him the look. Something between apologetic, sadness, anger, and pain.
“Anakin.”
“What ?” He swore he did not mean to sound that defensive by any means. Obi-Wan managed to stay quiet while manoeuvring his car into the correct direction effortlessly. The older man could still remember the tricky shortcut Anakin himself always failed to tell any cab drivers because sometimes he just forgot.
“You’re making this very difficult.”
“Don’t you dare say that.” He let out a laugh, a kind that Ahsoka would say, sounded like a threat. Obi-Wan drop one hand away from the steering wheel and rub own his neck like he was nervous about this conversation. He looked uncertain and almost vulnerable, something that made Anakin’s breath stuttered. He swallowed hard and looked directly down the road while uttering what seems to be another way to frame the question he was asking Anakin earlier.
“Are you happy that I am back? You still haven’t answered that.”
Well, was he ?
Anakin sat at the passenger seat in silence for another good five minutes after Obi-Wan asked the question. His booze-induced brain was still functioning, but very slow.
“Can I have another drink first before I answered that?”
“Do you still have that bottle of scotch in your stash?”
“Which one?” Well, if he was talking about the stack full of wines and liquors Anakin has stored for himself, he needed to be specific. He had bought a dozen of them the month Obi-Wan left, so.
Well, not that Obi-Wan had to know that?
“You know, the one you said you’ll open on a special occasion.” Ah, he meant that pretty bottle of Glen Moray Mastery, then.
“And this ‘occasion’ is special?” He air-quoted the word and heard Obi-Wan’s laughter at his annoyed expression. The man seemed to be less tense, which made Anakin super confused. He wanted to rile Obi-Wan up, making him uncomfortable and uneasy every minute he spent near him so he wouldn’t dare messing with him again. On the other hand, Obi-Wan’s easy laugh and relaxed composure was addictive .
It reminded Anakin of their days together – weekends, to be exact. When Obi-Wan would spend a lazy Sunday at his place, if not reading from his kindle, then waking Anakin up super early to cuddle because Anakin usually got really hot and sticky at night, and for better, they decided to leave the cuddles and snuggles for some time before bed or early mornings. It reminded him of a carefree Obi-Wan, holding his hand while binge-watching another unresolved crime documentary, or Bridgerton. The way his hand toyed with Anakin’s curl unhurriedly, as if they had all the time in the world.
“Based on you being a human rollercoaster for the whole day, I’d have guessed yes.” That was when he realised he has been projecting and his facial expression was kind of out of control.
“I am drunk. Shut up.”
“Alright, Darling.”
“Shut up!”
Anakin hated it.
Anakin hated how the auburn haired man, a beautiful man, moved so easily and naturally to his one bedroom apartment.
He hated it from the minute Obi-Wan pulled over, asked Anakin for the key, and managed to remember the key to his room from what seems to be a very messy pile of strings and key chains. He picked out a correct key out of the other 12 keys (Anakin lost many of it before, keeping them separately. So now he has his flat’s key, his mother’s, their garage shops in Minnesota, his car (which was also in said shop, in Minnesota), his rental storage, Ahsoka’s emergency key, his step brother's and a few remaining keys he did not even know what they are for ready to use in one singular bundle). Anakin himself struggled to identify the right key being fully conscious, forgetting picking it correctly in one go.
Who did Obi-Wan Kenobi think he is, looking confident and almost effortless unlocking Anakin’s apartment as if he belonged here .
Anakin did not say a word when Obi-Wan held the door open for him.
“Can I come in?” He looked back and shrugged at Obi-Wan, the older man then followed him into the room. Anakin caught him looking around for a bit. His biggest problem was looking almost happy. A small smile curled up on his face and his face lit up when he sat down on Anakin’s loveseat. Anakin wished he bought a couch on something bigger than this now but then again he did not expect to have anyone over since 15 months ago, and the moment he had, let’s just say he and Obi-Wan did not really often get out of the bedroom. He winced at the thought and Obi-Wan might have caught him.
“Are you hurt? You alright?” Now it was real trouble. They were on the same loveseat (a very small one for two grown men to be sitting next to one another), and Obi-Wan turned to face him. Anakin was trying his best to not think about the last time a similar scene happened and how it had led to them fucking right on the floor in front of him.
Argh, memories .
“Nothing.” Obi-Wan’s genuine panic and worry almost made him hope. But if the past 15 months has taught Anakin’s anything, it was to keep himself grounded to reality and not to believe the voice in his head too much. Who even knew what the fuck Obi-Wan wanted.
“Well, I am home now. Safe.” He gestured at his own presence in the living room. “No limping, no injuries.”
“Are you suggesting I should leave?” Obi-Wan asked a lot of questions today. Anakin did not even think he had the rights to, to be honest.
“You said you wanted to get me home safe, I think the KPI speaks for itself.”
“Do you want me to go?”
“Does it matter?”
“I think you’re not drunk enough for us to have a conversation that did not end up with you being defensive.” He stood up and walked right over to the cabinet over the fridge. Again, the way he seemed to know where everything was in Anakin’s place caused a pang in the young man’s chest. Maybe he should have just taken that pretty brunette home so none of this nonsense would happen. However, something Obi-Wan said made Anakin snap.
“Defensive?” Obi-Wan looked right at him and raised his brows. “You can’t be serious.”
“Anakin.”
“Do not ‘Anakin’ me. You want my honest opinion? Fine.” He felt his voice roughen up and it seemed to have an effect on Obi-Wan now. He snatched a bottle from Obi-Wan’s hand, opened them and poured the golden brown liquid into the nearest cup he had laying around. He downed it in one motion. “What do you expect me to do? To smile and run after you like a damn puppy after you left me and never said anything else to me since last January? A week before my fucking birthday, Obi-Wan!”
“...”
“And do you know the hard part? I had to pretend I was okay. I knew I said we could keep this out of the office, but that was because I did not know you planned to leave.” He saw Obi-Wan close his eyes and swallow hard like every word out of Anakin’s mouth was a dagger driven into his gut.
“You know what, Ahsoka cried the day you left. I rubbed her back saying that everything will be fine and I did not even believe a single word I said. I had to pretend it was fine and I was unaffected.” His eyes burned out and Anakin was well aware he was on the verge of tears, but he did not care. “The worst thing was, I actually waited for you to call, to text, to say something. Even if that means you might have called to say that what was between us was a mistake and you’re regretting it, it would have been better than the silence.”
“Anakin, I never regret it.”
Anakin chuckled. “How would I know? You never told me.
“So, am I happy that now you’re back? I don’t know, Obi-Wan. I don’t know how to feel, or – or to think about you. I don’t know what I should be thinking of you. I don’t even know how you fucking are, what your life is now. For god’s sake you might have been married to some English dominatrix or Hugh Grant lookalike!” He started pouring again.
“I am not married, or involved– with anyone, if that is your concern.” He really wanted to yanked his stupid collar and maybe kissed him so he stopped saying any more stupid nonsense.
“Oh, I don’t care.” Another empty glass touched the counter tops. “Did that answer your question? I am sorry I could not be more specific. That tends to happen when you do not process a heartbreak thoroughly.”
Obi-Wan’s face snapped back to him. “I–did not mean for it to be hellish for you.”
“Then what the fuck was that? A year long spring break? Do you really think I was going to patiently wait for you and only you to come back into my life? To apologise? To explain? Why don’t you just– go, and– and have a new life with someone else and stop messing with me. You clearly did not want anything to do with it.” He knew he was full on sobbing now. His body shook with stress and surge of emotions that were suppressed for too long. After the man left him, Anakin approached the whole thing with pure unhealthy suppression. He did not talk to anyone about Obi-Wan, even Ahsoka thought he was just Anakin’s secret crush and nothing more. No one ever asked him or even knew he was heartbroken, the coincident timeline made people assume he was just stressed with his new position. So, this might be the only time after the sudden departure he got to talk about Obi-Wan again, to Obi-Wan himself, which might be considered funny in a different circumstance. “I knew you might thought of me as just a fling or– whatever it was but the least I did deserve a peace of mind, Obi-Wan.” Anakin tried to breathe and he felt Obi-Wan’s shaking hands reach up to his arms.
He chuckled dryly. “The funny thing is, I actually was waiting. I have been waiting and I thought a lot about what it means that you never tell me about the secondment. Were you thinking I would stop you from going? Was I too clingy? Or did you see it as a very convenient exit plan?” He gave in and finally leaned in to the older man. It had no help going against every fibre of his being now. Despite every ache and pains this has left him with, he wanted Obi-Wan. He always did, more than he should. If this was the last time, he might just go and savour the touch before it disappeared again.
Some deep realization made it way to his core. He did need this. To be cradled with Obi-Wan’s calm and welcoming embrace.
“It’s not your fault, Anakin. But how would you know, right? I never told you.” He heard a sniffle at the end of Obi-Wan’s sentence and he fell forward to rest his head on the nape of his neck. The same warm hands stroked his back gently and Anakin had gone completely still and silent.
The older man looked at him like he was going to say something but then waited for a few moments to start talking “--The offer came when we were dating for three months. I had to make a decision right then, the day I asked you if we should disclose it to HR.” The younger man shuddered and pulled himself away from the tight embrace. Obi-Wan seemed to read his mind. “It was not because you did not want to tell Mace, Anakin. I understand.”
“Dooku planned to have me there for a while, and in the process, to promote you to regional team leader. But he thought you were relying a lot on me as your mentor and it affected how he sees you handling things independently.” Obi-Wan guided him back to the loveseat and sat down, holding Anakin tight to his chest in the process. “Of course, I protested and asked him to reconsider but he was still very reluctant. I mean, that was not fair. He was there, he never even saw you work, all he had was just reports from Mace and remote video calls. And since when did Mace Windu write a good report on anyone? I can’t let him misjudge you like that” He paused again.
I thought, if I left you to handle things without my mentorship, it would have proven to Dooku that you deserved it.”
“But– couldn’t you just talk to me or, a text would be nice.” Anakin knew a talk or a text would never be enough, he would still have gone completely mad and might have really jeopardised a lot of things in the process but he was stubborn like that. And oh lord, he almost forgot how nice it was to have Obi-Wan’s hands gilded gently on the nape of his neck.
“We may never disclose it to anyone but there is suspicion and gossip about us, Anakin. Remember that time at the Christmas party when Depa just walked into us and said we looked nice together? There are several other occasion I thought in retrospective, that we almost got caught” Oh, right, that night. Anakin did not remember much, only that Obi-Wan was wearing a tux and he was completely distracted the whole night. Quite a number of people came and talked to him but he did not recall any of it. “In London, everyone who has worked with you asked me if you and I are dating.” Anakin gulped. It might be easier for him because of his hostile personality, not so many people would dare to come to him with such questions. But for someone as friendly as a baby golden retriever as Obi-Wan, he might have got a lot of random, intrusive examination. “As we never disclose it to HR, and I was afraid if I said anything, it would have made it look terrible since you just got promoted then.” The older man pulled Anakin away so they could look at each other. His hand ran up to cup Anakin’s cheek.
“And–I did not expect you to be happy to see me, it's only wishful thinking. I knew what I did. I did not call or text because I knew what it must have looked like. Despite all the justification I think of to make it feel better, the fact is I left you. You are right, Anakin.” The hand on his cheek went trembling and Anakin had to grab it, still afraid Obi-Wan might pull away completely. Obi-Wan stuttered a little but he continued talking. “To even dare to disrupt your life afterward was–I mean, you’re young and you got a future ahead of you. Between us, it was you who deserved an exit plan, away from me.” Anakin let out a painful groan and almost protested. The older man shushed him lovingly. “But– I know now that it was not my decision to make, it’s yours.”
“At first I thought I would stay away from you even when I’m back but– seeing you training Ahsoka, reading your reports and everything, it’s amazing, Anakin. I know I have made a mistake about us but I was really happy you have gotten the appreciation you deserve. You have worked hard for this.” Obi-Wan moved to kiss his forehead. “And you were sitting there with the eye drops, I just could not help but want to hear your voice.”
“Oh, leave the romance alone, old man, you stared at my crotch.” The older man laughed and raised his head on Anakin’s shoulder.
“I am so sorry but you’re wearing rather tight pants.” Anakin wiped his teary eyes and gave Obi-Wan a small grin.
“Oh, I know.”
“Yes, and apparently that gentleman at the club noticed them too.” Obi-Wan must have slipped, because he looked mortified right after saying that. “Uh, I– I am sorry, it’s not my business. You’re having your night out, and I insisted on going along. It’s not my place to say something like that.”
“Obi-Wan.” Anakin’s voice went low and deep, it was usually reserved for times when he had to make Obi-Wan admit something he did not want to. This situation, exactly. “Are you jealous?”
He did not say anything. The older man cleared his throat and exhaled sharply to regain his composure. Classic Obi-Wan’s panic move. “I do not think it is relevant.” He could not help but let out a faint smile of how this reminded him of how they used to be.
“Just answer the question.”
“Well then, I–I was. But it is my emotion and mine to work on, you don’t have to feel bad for me or compensate for anything.” He swallowed again. “If you planned to, I mean.” He still was not meeting Anakin’s solid glare.
It was almost annoying how Obi-Wan insisted on behaving and being nice and logical and reasonable now while Anakin’s headspace was shifted towards something more feral and wild. That was not enough of the talks to settle the troubled waters that happened to their relationship and Anakin still had no idea what it meant for the future now that Obi-Wan was back.
But that could wait. Something else could not, though.
And it was not like he never used sex as a conflict resolution method.
“I–I should go.” Obi-Wan gradually removed his hands from Anakin’s neck and back, feeling more self-conscious now more than he had been for the whole night. But before he could stand up, Anakin pulled his wrist. The older man looked half-surprised and half-confused and his pupils were blown after Anakin had made sort of an announcement.
“Let’s fuck.” An announcement indeed. The auburn haired soon-to-be manager looked at him in awe.
“Is that a trick question to test my fidelity?” The younger man snorted but Obi-Wan still stood tall and not following his wanting lead. “Anakin, we don’t have to do it if you’re not ready. I am not leaving again.”
And even after everything, Anakin believed him. The blond reached up to cradle the stern face of his lover, looking at him with teary eyes before reducing the space between them inch by inch. “I know.”
The kiss was everything he knew he wanted, and everything he, never for a second, thought he could forget. Obi-Wan may have looked uptight and modest, but he kissed like he wanted to have Ankin to himself for eternity. It started off sweet and unhurried as the older man cupped his jaws firmly, sealing all his emotions and longing into their kisses so Anakin can remember and relearn every feeling they shared again. Once Obi-Wan’s tongue teases his lips and incisors, Anakin moaned softly. His legs and arms almost gave out in response to the hot, familiar mouth and his mind produced the image of Obi-Wan’s eating him out on one lazy Sunday last fall when they were together, and Anakin swore he almost lost his sanity.
“Are you sure you want this?” The older man said between the kisses and Anakin nodded and repeated the word ‘yes’ hysterically. He heard Obi-Wan groan as he worked his hands to undress him. It took 5 minutes for them to have gone completely naked and Obi-Wan wasted no time to tackle Anakin’s throat with a soft bite and suckling.
“Did you let him have you?” He said while sucking hard behind Anakin’s left ear, and he almost took it personally. It was not fair to attack him at his weakest spot so early? But it felt too good for Anakin to protest. “Ah– not, not that, just–his mouth on me.”
“Good." The hint of possessiveness in his voice sent a wave of pleasure down to Anakin's core. "Have you had enough fun there? Should I just skip?” Anakin almost regretted this, if he wasn’t also enjoying it too much. He almost came just from having Obi-Wan’s tongue down his throat. He guessed he could tolerate Obi-Wan hyper-smug personality during sex, considering the whole act was very promising in terms of ecstasy and satisfaction.
“No! No – want you. Want your mouth –and your cock.” The older man groaned against his ear and moved them to the floor in the least minimum motion he could. Anakin really needed to buy a bigger couch soon because he could not keep on getting fucked impatiently on the floor. He knew they could always go to the bedroom, but as he emphasised, they were very impatient. In fact, he was already so hard and might have just come untouched, and he needed Obi-Wan. Now. A padded cushion from the loveseat was now being tugged below his hips and before he could emphasis again on how much he needed to get down to business, a hot, wet mouth had devoured him. Whole.
A shameless semi-scream lasted for a couple of seconds but he did not need to tell Obi-Wan to let go and move on. If the man could remember a puzzling direction to his apartment, remember his keys, he must also remember Anakin’s body as they have done this dozens of times. He pulled his mouth back with a pop-sound and his tongue lapsed on Anakin’s entrance right the next second and if Anakin had screamed before, he did scream again, even loader, definitely very lewd. He could feel the man smiling from down there and he wanted to if not punch (or fuck) the it out of him. Anakin ran his one hand through Obi-Wan’s hair and another was gripping hard at the armrest of the loveseat above his head. The grip on the auburn hair went rougher as the Obi-Wan started to open him up with his tongue pressing in, a finger was teasing his hole simultaneously and he felt like he was going out of breath. Obi-Wan sucked at his sensitive core before snapped his head up to look at him. Obi-Wan was about to ask something but then stopped and looked around, his gaze locked to the small wooden box beneath the TV stand. The older man hurriedly grabbed the box and pulled out the condoms and lubricant out of it. Anakin let out a small laugh. Of course, he remembered where the stuff was.
And Anakin also shivered at the sight of the supplies picked up with him. It was going to be a long night, thankfully.
“You are very good at finding stuff.” He said while looking up at Obi-Wan who has moved to hover Anakin’s body. The man in question raised his brows and chuckled. He dipped his head down to lick teasingly at Anakin’s perking nipple, before biting it down. Anakin arched his back uncontrollably.
“Oh, I hope I still can find another important thing.” The younger man lifted his chest up to seize the sting that followed with a very lewd suckling. A moment later Obi-Wan made good of his promise with his lubed fingers rubbing Anakin’s insides vigorously and the young man’s hip jolted at the intensity of the touch. “Oh–god, Ah–yes! Yes!” He was very good at finding things, that was for sure. His fingers moved against Anakin’s prostate in circular motion, causing the blond to let out a loud moan over and over. The older man seemed to be proud of himself as he pressed the kisses randomly over Anakin’s trembling body. Obi-Wan’s finger stopped moving altogether and he was pulling back.
“I am ready. Please, please Obi, fuck me . Please.” The nickname did have a major effect on Obi-Wan as the older man looked like he was about to jump on Anakin the second the word left his mouth. He grabbed Anakin’s hand to stroke his hardening member for a few time and handed the blond a pack of condoms.
“Would you be a dear and put it on for me?” Anakin gulped hard and nodded with haze. He reached down, stroked the beautiful cock in front of him and lowered his hip to make it glide against his wet entrance. “Anakin.” He tried to sound stern but Anakin did not stop, he slid his hip over and moaned as the glazing tip caught his rim. The ignorance Anakin had towards the foil package in his hand finally caught Obi-Wan’s attention.
“Are you trying to get me to fuck you bare.” He sounded so turned on and Anakin wanted to purr at that. “Ani, I am not leaving. You don't have to do this if you don't want to.” He reached up to clung his arms over Obi-Wan’s neck, lowering his face down. “But I do! I know, and I am clean, haven’t let anyone go that far–” He kissed Obi-Wan’s Adam's apple which was making a swallowing motion ever since Anakin started teasing the hard cock with his hole again. “The only cock I ever took was yours.”
And with that finishing of the sentence Obi-Wan drove home in one brutal motion. They used to have a borderline unsafe sex before but he could never get used to the feeling of being filled completely, body and soul the way he did with Obi-Wan. He let out a pleasurable cry at the stretch and opened his legs wider to accommodate the delicious girth. Obi-Wan looked beyond aroused, his eyes were closed the moment they joined and he snapped them open to stare at the source of the wet noises. “Fuck, you’re tight, darling. Feel so good.” The older man started a slow, short thrust that has already made Anakin wild. His voice whispering how good, how tight he was, his hands roaming over his sensitive body until his fingers ghosting over Anakin’s tight heat, the exact same place he was driving his cock into.
Anakin thought he might have died from sensitivity alone. Obi-Wan never moved his gaze and his fingers away when he was doing the elaborate push into Anakin’s body. He slowly pulled out until only the engorged tip was resting at Anakin’s rim. “See?” Anakin hissed at the tip leaving his hole but before he could complain, the hard member was moving back inside him in a sharp push. Obi-Wan was doing this slow torture a couple of time before Anakin made a protest noise, pushing his hips back to get all of the older man inside him again. “Oh, someone needs to teach you about patient.”
That did lead to even more reverse results as Anakin was now full on in a mission to fuck himself back on Obi-Wan’s girth, wishing it would shut the man up for good. Or, wishing it would make Obi-Wan’s whispering more lewdest things into his ears.
The latter seemed to work.
“Well done, Honey. Feel so good around me, take me in very easily, you’ve been keeping yourself good and tender for me.” Anakin has not been thinking about it much during his heartbreak months but sex with Obi-Wan has always been wild. The man seemed to let his well-kept facade crumble in bed and have Anakin in the most primal way. He thrusted fast and deep, it drove Anakin upwards in every single move and to feel the hard, leaking cock so deep inside him, crashing with his prostate like a strong wave, was too much to take. The precome being pushed inside him in each thrust was making a wet, sloppy noise that almost drove him over the edge
“I’m close–Ah! – please, come in me. Obi-Wan, please come inside me. Need you.” Obi-Wan kissed him firmly and hooked Anakin’s legs just to throw them over his shoulders, folding Anakin in half in the process. The posture made his cock prod even deeper and Anakin moaned into the kiss, his eyes soaked with tears. “Fuck–uh. You’re —so deep, please never leave.” The older man nodded and kissed his forehead before speeded up his pace. His hips snapped a brutal thrust and Anakin knew they were close. His orgasm has reached him hard and he felt his own erection spurted out a liquid on to his and Obi-Wan’s stomach and his insides clamped down on Obi-Wan’s cock, the man moaning with a cracking noise into Anakin’s neck as he came deep inside him. His hips stuttered and another spurt of warm come coated his hole. They stayed still for a moment and Anakin let out a weak squeal as Obi-Wan made a little thrust, as if he tried to push his spent into Anakin’s welcoming body.
“Are you trying to get me knocked up?” The older man laughed weakly. He pushed himself up and slowly swung both of Anakin’s legs down to the more comfortable position. Obi-Wan’s hands hovering over his abdomen and pretending to feel it.
“No signs of life or anything yet, maybe we should try again.” Anakin snorted and winced at Obi-Wan’s motion, pulling his softened member out of this embarrassingly wet hole. Oh lord, they did just fuck the hell out of each other.
“We could, but I am really tired.” And if Obi-Wan was to stay this time, there was no need to rush, wasn’t there?
“Actually, me too – it’s been a while, as I said.” He bended over to place a kiss on Anakin’s temple before moving downward. “But at least let me help clean you up.” A soft tongue and fingers scooping out their spent and excess lubricant was toying with Anakin’s sense of restrain but he was too tired, physically and emotionally to have another consecutive round of a very intense fuck. But again, it’s with Obi-Wan, what else would he be expecting ?
“We had–uh, tissues and wet wipe, just–a–for your information.” His speech was disrupted here and there by a skillful swirl of Obi-Wan’s tongue and his hot fingertips.
“Sorry, couldn’t find it.” Obi-Wan said with a sly grin.
Haha - Bullshit.
“What –is that?” Anakin side-eyed his subordinate with a raised brow. It was quite strange for Ahsoka to sound shocked or uncertain. “What is what?” He said in between clicking and moving the touchpad. They were in the middle of evaluating the previously closed project, aka the most boring administrative thing to ever exist. If there was one thing he hated about this part of the job, it was the introspective nature of it.
“Your neck. Is that a hickey?” She looked mortified now and Anakin’s eyes went wide. He tried to cover it with his hand and brushed it off.
“No, it’s just irritation, allergies, y’know, global warming.” And he was well-aware of Ahsoka's not having it.
“Are you seriously deciding to cancel the celibacy life-style one night after your crush showed up?”
“I did not even have a celibate life style, I had a ONS before if you really want to talk about it now” He heard a small ‘ew, no.’ coming from her direction. It was easier to gross her out than having her respect the boundary in a reasonable way.
“That’s just strange, Quinlan said as he saw a kiss mark on Obi-Wan’s neck too. It was too coincidental that both of you are getting laid on the same day.” Anakin gradually looked away now, he had a very strong inkling that his super smart trainee was about to come to a realisation soon. “Unless–” She pondered and with that Anakin stood up and walked to the break room in a strangely semi-fast walking fashion.
“Oh- wait. Fucking, Skyguy!– Come back here!”
“How long has it been?”
“Since I was sixteen, I was really into older men since then like any twink would do. Look at him, Mace, if you were me you’d have hit that too.”
“Shut your damn mouth, Skywalker.” Mace did not even bother glaring his way and Anakin pouted at how his elaborate fantasy failed to distract the guy. “An answer would be nice, Kenobi.” Obi-Wan, on the other hand, has gone even paler than he already was. The man sat back straight in the 8-person meeting room, opposite of them were Mace Windu and Qui-Gon Jinn, Anakin’s and Obi-Wan’s reporting manager. Who looked unreadable, though at least he did not seem hostile as Mace did.
“We started two years ago from spring until fall, I – ceased the relationship right after there are talks about my secondment and Anakin’s promotion.” The word ‘ceased’ made Anakin want to wince but they have gone past that, and they would be okay. He looked at Obi-Wan, whose gaze lingered his way the entire time he talked. It was flattering to say the least, having such an attractive, gorgeous man looking at Anakin this way.
“And between those months, you did not care to report your relationship to me?” It sounded like a threat more than a simple question and Obi-Wan snapped his head back to Mace with a guilty expression.
“No, I– we discussed it and, we did not anyone to know it yet.”
“In his defence, I told him I didn’t want to declare it.” Anakin jumped in and was shot a glare from Mace’s unfriendly eyes.
“Mr. Kenobi can defend himself just fine, I did not say you can talk.”
“That hurts, Mace. I am part of this relationship too. It takes two to procreate, Mace.” The senior HR manager ignored him completely and continued to question, if not interrogate his boyfriend furthermore.
“Please don’t get yourself into another review regarding inappropriate behavior at workplace, Skywalker. — Kenobi, Can you confirm that after you put an end to your relationship with Skywalker, from last January to this April, that you two have not had any romantic relationship during those months. None?" Obi-Wan nodded, and he looked at Anakin with an apologetic smile “Sadly, no, we haven’t.” and Anakin could not help but to add his input.
“Of course not, Mace. You saw me almost everyday and I looked miserable. I have been dumped. Hard. Now that I have him back can you just let him go already, you treated us like we’re highschoolers caught having sex in an abandon classroom.” Qui-Gon broke his silence and left a light snort, which lightened the room a bit. Anakin could feel Obi-Wan to be less tense than he was. They might not really care what Mace thinks but Anakin knew Obi-Wan had a high respect for Qui-Gon, in a way that was almost like a father to him. So, even if they did not really need one, an approval or at least an acknowledgement from Qui-Gon was somehow matter to Obi-Wan.
“I am sorry I could not differentiate your sorrowful expression from your daily sulking presence.” Mace said in between filling the reports. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon seemed to have some sort of psychic conversation right now.
“Alright.” The HR manager exhaled. “If it was up to me, there should have been a penalty for you two, concerning how the information of your past relationship has been kept away, violating the company’s policies in the process. However, as during the time period when your relationship might have affected the transparency of your evaluation, it simply did not exist, and you are coming clean and setting the record straight again, the director and your reporting manager decided it had cancelled out your past mistake." He gritted his teeth and pressing his voice at ‘the director and your reporting manager’ as if he hadn't already made it so clear that he did not approve any of this.
Obi-Wan smiled and let out a small, relaxing laugh and squeezed Anakin’s hand in excitement. “Thank you, Mace.” The man brushed it off and walked out of the meeting room as soon as he could. Anakin made a mental note to seize every opportunity doing PDA with Obi-Wan in front of Mace Windu just for fun.
“Anakin, Can I have a word with Obi-Wan in private, please?” He was snapped out of his prank plan/fantasy by the still voice of Qui-Gon Jinn. Anakin’s brows furrowed but he nodded anyway.
“If you’re going to give him the dad talk, just so you know it is not really necessary, I have to beg him to touch me these days.” Obi-Wan blushed and glared at him
“Anakin.”
“See you later, love, Bye Qui.”
“Good day, Anakin, and do not make me wish we could go back to the time when you’re less snappy and more miserable.” Qui-Gon said with a mischievous smile and with that Anakin pecked at his boyfriend’s cheek and left the room. It turned out Ahsoka was already at the door waiting for him with her arms crossed.
“You guys have dated before and you never told me?”
“I love the fact that you’re eavesdropping on everyone and we got intel from other teams hence our solid and perfect performance but please can you spare me?” He really could not do this now.
“...”
“Come on, Snips, I am sorry – I.”
“I could have been there for you, you know?” He froze at her words. The young girl with bright blue hair looked at the floor, her shoulder dropped and she looked almost disappointed, not at Anakin, but at herself. Anakin winced at the sight.
“Hey, it’s fine. I don’t want to drag you into it, you’ve just passed your probation then, you did not have to deal with my shit.” She nodded and put her hand over Anakin’s one that had rubbed her shoulder lightly.
“I know, it’s just– I didn’t even know you’re sad . I thought you’re just being grumpy and angry all the time because you’re stressed. I should have known about it. You were better before Obi-Wan’s gone.” She looked up at him. “And I thought about those times, right after he left. I talked about Obi-Wan non-stop, right to your face! If I knew, I would have shut up and now it felt almost like I’ve been tearing your wound the whole time. I am sorry, I just missed having him around and– fuck that’s just messed up.”
“Ahsoka. Listen to me, it’s fine.” He grabbed her shoulders with both of his hands and looked directly at her, reaffirming all his words. “You knew what has gotten me through those fucking difficult time?” She did not say anything. “It was you. Mentoring you, working with you and just being with you makes me feel like I can be okay again. Even if he does not come back or we’re not getting back together, I know this place would still be bearable because I’ve got you. I know I will be fine.”
“Fuck off, Skyguy.” A codeword for stop-it-you-are-making-me-emotional in Ahsoka’s vocabulary.
“Even without knowing it, you have always been there for me, Snips.”
He marked it in his head that today was the day he got a proper hug from Ahsoka Tano, his best friend.
“Don’t worry, she will come around soon enough.” Anakin said in a soft voice, draping on to Obi-Wan’s back, semi-hugging him from behind. Obi-Wan nodded in acknowledgement while poking what seemed to be a carrot with a fork, mindlessly.
“I know Ahsoka isn’t the kind to hold grudges but I felt so bad. Not just to her but about what I’ve done to you, too.” Still going on with the poor carrots, Anakin frowned at the poor piece of food.
Right before their lunch break, there has been a little confrontation between Ahsoka and Obi-Wan. His trainee seemed angry, hurt and disappointed at the older man who she had held close to her heart as some aspirational figure. If Anakin did not love Obi-Wan so much he must have told Ahsoka something about 'never meet your hero.' but then again, this mess would disentangle in time. It was not aggravative by any means, she just suddenly went rigid cold with Obi-Wan, saying something that sounded like a formal version of 'If you hurt him' talk. If Obi-Wan looked small and pale in the meeting room with Mace and Qui-Gon, he was worse when facing Ahsoka.
“Stop it, you’re the one who told me we had to be strong and hopeful to move forward.” Obi-Wan smiled fondly at Anakin's word but the trace of guilt and worry was still there.
“Qui-Gon said the same thing, you know?” He looked away from his plate and took Anakin’s hand it his, squeezing it tight as though it brought him sense of comfort and grounding.
Anakin did not mind at all. But it made him worried a little now that everyone seemed to target his newly declared-official boyfriend on his past shenanigan. Anakin mentally cringed. Two days ago he would have wished for this to happen, for Obi-Wan to suffer a fair share of heartache and worries the same way Anakin did, but the fact laid bare, he loved Obi-Wan and no matter how things went down the wrong way, there was no genuine wish of Anakin to see Obi-Wan even slight sad and worried.
But it seemed like even without Anakin’s last remaining remorse and their friends’ mild death threat, Obi-Wan has not quite done punishing himself.
“He said what? Did he threaten you like some father-in-law in soap-operas, it must have been weird because he’s like your father and also mine.” That gained a laugh from Obi-Wan.
The auburn-haired chuckled and Anakin wanted to lean down and kiss him. “Not entirely, he said he wished I learned from my mistake and treated us right this time.” He paused his words but his one hand still poked the carrot and the other was rubbing Anakin’s nervously. “He also said he hoped we would have told him, either you or I, he would have been more supportive to us.”
“Yeah, I guess. I almost told him though. He was there at some nasty meeting when I got picked on by Dooku on some shit and I was losing it. I really missed you and was super frustrated at Count and I might have teared up and he sat down with me in silence. We drank tea afterward.” Obi-Wan smiled sadly, to which Anakin thought he must have recreated that scene in this head.
“Right, he mentioned that incident. He was really worried about you then. And now that he knows why, he felt bad we did not trust him with this. He wasn’t angry or anything. I think it’s also like this with Ahsoka.”
“They would need more time, too.” Anakin mused and Obi-Wan hummed in agreement.
“Anakin.”
“Hmm?” Anakin finally picked that miserable carrot with his hand and shoved it in his mouth. Obi-Wan looked almost annoyed for a brief moment before all were washed off by what felt like peace in his eyes.
“I really, really am happy I get to come back to you.”
“I am happy you’re back, too. I think I owe you that answer.” He said softly with a kiss.