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Anakin woke up when Obi-Wan left for his morning walk. He wished he could join him, he thought about forcing himself. Obi-Wan would be so excited, he’s asked the first few mornings, but now just a quick kiss on the forehead or cheek before quietly leaving the room. He knew Anakin wouldn't join him and gave up asking. Even though it was true, it made Anakin sad.
The thought of getting out of bed this early was daunting. Why? He used to get up early and train all the time. Why was he so exhausted now? There was no reason to be so tired, they had been on vacation relaxing the last few days. He felt drained more emotionally than physically, it was taking so much effort to pretend he was ok.
He sank down deeper in the bed, curling up beneath all the blankets and pillows. He’d make it up to Obi-Wan later, he’d force himself to appear happy and carefree. Obi-Wan deserved that.
Anakin fell asleep, hoping he wouldn’t have any more nightmares. He liked sleeping in, once the sun was up and everyone else out of their beds that is. It felt safer. His worst nightmares plagued him in the dead of night when everything was dark and still, pulling him down to murky depths of a bottomless ocean.
He awoke to the mattress dipping down and Obi-Wan lightly jostling his shoulder. The room was fairly bright, the sun streaming through gaps in the curtains.
“Are you feeling ok? You slept really late,” Obi-Wan asked, his brow creased with concern.
“Sorry,” Anakin mumbled.
“Don’t be sorry, I just wanted to make sure you are ok,” Obi-Wan squeezed his bicep.
Anakin yawned and stretched, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror above their bed, his hair was a tangled disaster. Obi-Wan looked perfectly put together as always, even with his longer hair being slightly windswept.
“You missed breakfast, but Padme saved you a plate,” Obi-Wan said.
Suddenly the door burst open and Quinlan ran in launching himself onto the bed, the springs shrieking loudly.
“Up lazybones!” he said, tearing the blankets off Anakin and throwing several pillows, nearly hitting Obi-Wan.
“I could have been naked!” Anakin protested and curled up trying to hide, he was only wearing an extremely skimpy pair of briefs (for Obi-Wan’s benefit the previous evening) and felt self conscious.
Quinlan laughed, “That can still be arranged,” he teased, fiddling with the waistband, Anakin squirmed away from his reach.
Obi-Wan sighed and pinched his brow, obviously miffed at the intrusion into their private space.
“Why are you in our bedroom?” he asked, his tone reminiscent of speaking to an unruly child.
Anakin tried to pull the sheet up to cover himself, but Quinlan balled it up and flung it across the room before lying down in the bed.
Anakin was acutely aware of his proximity. Normally he tolerated Quinlan’s familiarity, crude jokes and sexualization pretty well, but his patience was fast wearing thin. Especially after being woken so early the other morning to his ex wife and Quinlan causing such a force forsaken commotion they could have awoken all of Naboo.
Quinlan rolled close against Anakin’s back, obviously oblivious to the irritation that Anakin swore must be radiating off of him.
“You two are so rude and unwelcoming,” Quinlan said nonchalantly, he draped an arm over Anakin’s waist.
While usually ok with Quinlan’s jaunty behavior and lack of personal boundaries, Anakin was surprised at how panicked he felt. He looked pleadingly at Obi-Wan.
“Vos get out of our bed,” Obi-Wan said sternly.
Quinlan didn’t move so Anakin took it upon himself to swat him.
“Shhh grumpy young one,” Quinlan said holding him tighter, “I have procured us a boat, a beautiful vessel—”
Obi-Wan stepped in shoving Quinlan away, “Out of our bed please,”
“Ok, ok,” he said, bouncing out of the bed, “you guys better hustle, I want to take the boat out soon!” and he marched out of the room slamming the door behind him.
Anakin felt relief flood over him. Any other place he would be ok with Quinlan hugging him and with his teasing, but it felt too personal here in their bed. Obviously Obi-Wan agreed with him.
They both sighed and shook their heads.
“I can’t believe he saw me wearing these,” Anakin said blushing, “I’ll never hear the end of it,”
Obi-Wan kissed him, hooking his thumbs through the sheer blue material.
“You look cute, let him flap his gums,” Obi-Wan said as he pulled the material down.
“I can’t believe you used to sleep with him,” Anakin said.
Obi-Wan popped up between Anakin’s thighs, he pressed a finger to his lips.
“Shhh, from now on this room is a Quinlan free zone.” he ducked down and began to press warm kisses on Anakin’s inner thighs.
“Got it master, a Quinlan free zone.” Anakin panted, he stared down at Obi-Wan’s beautiful grey blue eyes. Anakin raked his hands through Obi-Wan’s hair, moaning and whimpering as Obi-Wan sucked him deep into the hot tightness of his mouth.
Anakin lay back and relaxed, enjoying Obi-Wan’s ministrations.
The door opened and Quinlan popped his head in.
“Oh my!” he exclaimed.
Anakin slammed the door with the force, they could hear Quinlan laughing and retreating down the hall.
“Quinlan free zone,” Anakin whispered, his abs clenched and his thighs trembled on either side of Obi-Wan’s head.
“I’m so close..”
Obi-Wan sped up, gripping his hips.
“I’m gonna—” warmth exploded in his belly and the tension that had been building snapped in a blinding wave of pleasure.
Anakin nearly wept after. Obi-Wan rubbed his sides soothingly as he calmed down, he didn’t deserve Obi-Wan, he wasn’t an equal partner to him. Eventually Obi-Wan would see he was lacking and move on.
Obi-Wan straightened his hair and clothes and Anakin dressed and tamed his hair as best he could. They made their way downstairs.
Quinlan smirked at them, but continued raving about his boat.
The boat was beautiful, white with red pleather seats and shiny chrome edging.
After much discussion Padme agreed to come, leaving the twins in the care of Sabe. She made sure they all coated their skin in sun shield and brought a basket of food and cold drinks.
Ahsoka also decided to tag along. Rex and Cody insisted on staying back because more clones were coming to Naboo and they all planned to explore the markets and beaches.
The sun shone brilliantly and the water was still and calm.
Quinlan was practically manic as he captained the boat, he’d managed to fit a captain's hat over his dreadlocks and was posing at the helm.
Anakin sat close to Obi-Wan in the back of the boat, he gripped the seat with clammy hands. This was ridiculous, the war was over, they were on vacation, they were not in danger. Why was he so anxious all the time?
After speeding around in circles for a while and showing Ashoka how to drive Quinlan slowed the boat and let it idle in the middle of the lake.
“Are you ok?” Obi-Wan asked, he looked concerned.
“I’m fine, his driving was a bit rough,” Anakin said, he didn’t need Obi-Wan to worry about him.
“An understatement,” Obi-Wan said smiling, he kissed Anakin’s forehead, “what have we gotten ourselves into?”
Anakin sighed, “A lovely boating excursion,” he said, doing his best to mimic Quinlan.
Obi-Wan and Padme giggled at that.
“I brought a floatation device to pull behind the boat!” Quinlan yelled exuberant, he pulled a flat piece of plastic out from the storage beneath the seats.
“What for?” Ahsoka asked.
“We– can— ride— it’s— fun—-” Quinlan gasped out between puffs of breath as he tried to blow up the device.
“Ahem,” Ahsoka said, she pointed to a nozzle, AIR was clearly labeled above it.
“I knew that,” Quinlan said, he grabbed the nozzle and began to fill the plastic. It took shape resembling a small life boat with two seats and handles on the sides.
While Quinlan had driven the boat like a crazed krayt dragon, he insisted on riding in the life boat thing, or “tube” as he called it, every time. Subsequently Ahsoka and Obi-Wan drove the boat in his stead, lending a calmer ride.
After much goading Anakin agreed to one ride, the deciding factor that even Padme had tried it out and he didn’t want to look cowardly in front of everyone.
As usual Quinlan sat in the tube waiting, splashing his feet in the water. Obi-Wan held Anakin’s elbow, steading him and he stepped off the back of the boat.
Anakin wasn’t necessarily afraid of the water, but growing up on a desert planet he’d always had reservations. Particularly if the water was deep and you couldn’t see the bottom.
He slipped as he stepped onto the wet surface of the floatation device, but Quinlan’s strong arms hauled him up before he could sink into the water.
Anakin scrambled back in the seat, heart pounding and he gripped the handles tightly.
“Careful baby, don’t you know there are vicious Gungan’s in the water?” Quinlan teased.
As if summoned, a pair of googly eyes broke the surface.
“Mesa been followin’ yousa!”
“Jar Jar?” Padme asked.
“Milady, glad ta see yousa! This sun doen murder to mesa skin!” and Jar Jar broke out of the water and began climbing ungracefully up the back of the boat.
“Hey! No out!” Quinlan yelled, tensing from his seat squished against Anakin, “Out of my boat Jar Jar, you are too clumsy!”
“Well it’s not your boat,” Ahsoka said, “you just rented it for the day,”
“Ugh fine,” Quinlan conceded, “lets go, faster than last time! We are men, not old ladies,”
Anakin groaned as the boat took off, Ahsoka was driving faster. The tube was bouncing over small waves, she did several turns launching it out to the side. It wasn’t so bad he conceded, almost like the rush of podracing, just with the added terror of deep murky water below.
Quinlan was whooping and shrieking loudly. When the boat straightened and began to slow down he began to shove Anakin, who in turn began shoving him back. They began wrestling in earnest as the boat slowed to a stop, trying to push each other in the water. Ahsoka must have gunned the throttle, because they both flew backward into the water as the boat disappeared.
Anakin spluttered, water had gone up his nose burning. Quinlan popped up next to him and Anakin grabbed him and clung to him not caring how it looked.
“Something touched my foot,” he choked out coughing.
Quinlan smirked and held him tighter, their floatation vests keeping them upright.
“Probably a Gungan with a foot fetish,” he said.
The boat circled back and they climbed aboard, Obi-Wan wrapped a towel around Anakin.
“We should stop on that island for lunch,” Padme said, there was a murmur of agreement.
Quinlan docked the boat and tied it off, he helped Padme unload the food.
The island was heavily treed, lush green with soft brown mud covering the ground. It was peaceful.
Padme laid out a blanket and began to unpack the food and drinks.
“Let’s take a quick walk,” Obi-Wan said.
He placed his hand on the small of Anakin’s back and led him into the center of the island. It was humid and the trees sheltered them. Obi-Wan stopped and leaned against a tree.
“Anakin I—”
Anakin sank to his knees in the soft dirt and started tugging on Obi-Wan’s shorts. He had to pay Obi-Wan back for taking care of him this morning, they could be quick.
“Hey, come here,” Obi-Wan lifted him up and Anakin stared at him confused.
“Why did you bring me out here if you didn’t want…” Anakin trailed off and looked down.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said calmly, he lifted his chin with a finger until Anakin met his eyes, “I wanted to talk to you, I can tell something is wrong.”
“I’m fine.”
“No you are not. We don’t keep secrets from each other, what is it? Is it Quinlan?”
Obi-Wan was looking at him with such concern and adoration, Anakin teared up.
“No it’s not Quinlan,”
“Just tell me, I want to help,” Obi-Wan cupped his cheek, a tear spilled out.
How could he explain? The lack of sleep, the nightmares, the constant sense of dread, that Obi-Wan deserved better than him? Way better. Why was everyone else ok? They’d all dealt with the war, even Ahsoka was ok and she was way younger than him.
“Oh sweetheart,” Obi-Wan said, he pulled him close and Anakin realized he’d lowered his shields and Obi-Wan had seen all his thoughts and fears.
“It’s ok, I don’t want you worrying alone. You have me, ok?”
Obi-Wan held him tight and his soothing warm presence in the force surrounded Anakin and smoothed the frayed ragged edges of his mind until he began to calm down.
“You don’t need to try to force yourself to go on a walk with me in the morning. It’s ok if you need to sleep in ok?” Obi-Wan said gently, rubbing Anakin’s back.
“Ok,” Anakin’s voice was muffled in the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck, he felt slightly sheepish that Obi-Wan had seen all his inner conflicts.
“And you don’t have to ‘pay me back’ for sexual things. I love giving you pleasure, I don’t expect you to return the favor every time. You need to try to stop tormenting yourself with worry, share it with me. I don’t mind.”
Anakin nodded against Obi-Wan’s shoulder, though it was embarrassing he appreciated Obi-Wan clarifying things.
“Good,” Obi-Wan pulled back a bit and kissed him several times, “we should get back before they eat everything.”
Everyone was sitting on the blanket eating when Obi-Wan and Anakin exited the woods.
“Ooooh I know what you were doing,” Quinlan taunted mischievously, he pointed to Anakin’s knees.
Anakin groaned, he’d forgotten to dust them off.
Suddenly Jar Jar grabbed Quinlan's fruit with his tongue and the following commotion let Anakin and Obi-Wan sit down without being the center of attention.
Padme handed them drinks.
“Help yourselves,” she said, gesturing to the spread of food.
Anakin leaned against Obi-Wan and sighed contentedly.
It was late, both Obi-Wan and Anakin were more than a little tipsy. Dinner was over and everyone had broken off into little groups for the evening. They sat in the corner of the hot tub kissing slowly. It was dark and the steam was billowing off the water, little strings of lights decorated the garden.
Anakin was getting impatient, he was beyond horny, but Obi-Wan kept teasing him.
“Patience,” he chided.
Anakin reached down between their hips, but Obi-Wan snatched both his hands, pinning them behind his head.
“I said patience,” Obi-Wan said mischievously, he pressed tighter and kissed Anakin hot and heavy before breaking the kiss and exiting the hot-tub.
Anakin whined pathetically.
“Ok I’ll be patient,” he grumbled.
Obi-Wan beckoned and slipped into the adjoining sauna.
Anakin lugged himself out of the hottub and followed Obi-Wan, they walked dripping into the small wooden shed. The heat was suffocating and Anakin felt lightheaded.
Obi-Wan sat on the wooden bench and Anakin immediately straddled him. They kissed harder, occasionally breaking apart and panting. Obi-Wan looked disheveled, his bangs falling into his face and his eyes dark with lust.
“Fuck me master,” Anakin moaned, he grabbed a bottle of massage oil sitting on the bench, convenient.
Obi-Wan growled his hands pulling at the wet shorts and Anakin’s stomach fluttered.
The door banged open and Quinlan marched in with two girls, a Twi’lek male and Jar Jar?
“Oh hello boys,” Quinlan drawled, “the more the merrier eh?”
Obi-Wan froze, Anakin was teetering on his lap panting, his shorts half-way down his butt.
“Mesa excited per mesa firstest orgy!”
Obi-Wan and Anakin nearly tripped as they clambered to get out of the small room.
“No need to rush off!” Quinlan laughed.
They ran away laughing through the empty halls, Anakin stumbled and fell down.
“Mesa firstest orgy!” Obi-Wan mocked, his blue eyes twinkling.
“Stop! I’m gonna pee,” Anakin gasped, tears running down his face.
Obi-Wan pulled him up and they laughed hysterically.
“Shh shhhh,” Obi-Wan said, finally choking down giggles, “we’re gonna wake the kriffing household up,”
Anakin clapped his hands over his mouth.
They stumbled up to bed, every time they looked at each other they’d start laughing again.