A sweet short story about taking chances and risking what you have. Obi-Wan and Anakin must decide what to do after one night of lustful excitement draws a new line between their relationship as master and padawan.
One small thoughtless decision will change their lives forever. Also, I don't own any of this, but if I did This chapter contains gay sexual activity from beginning to end, just for your information.
If you are uncomfortable whit this type of writing, please just wait for Chapter 3, which will continue on right after Chapter 1. This scene is basically a "sex scene" between the two protagonists. If you don't read it, then it's okay, it doesn't include any "important" details on the actual plot of the story.
If you decide to read it then please comment, it's my first time writing this type of scene. It will help out a lot. Just after the first connection of their lips, which was way more vicious than the first one, the two men began to move instinctively towards one of the sofas.
Once Obi's leg bumped into the fabric, he let his own body react to gravity and he pulled Anakin on top of him as they fell. The kiss was slightly interrupted as Obi-Wan groaned at Anakin's weight on top of him. The younger boy asked if he was alright and the man answered with a keener kiss as he hauled Anakin into his arms. They kissed multiple times. Some kisses softer than the others, some more passionate and resilient. Their clenched bodies began to heat up, skin against cotton rubbing together with an unpredictable rhythm.
Anakin's knee delicately began moving itself towards the other man's waist, his hands wrapped tightly around his master's neck, not willing to ever let go. Obi-Wan had moved his hands to Anakin's back, stirring them leisurely on circles; once in a while one of his palms would go up to Anakin's short scalp and explore.
The night suddenly became quiet, the only sounds the two bodies heard were their own. Moans of pleasure and the stroking of skin, heavy breathing, accelerated heartbeats and tiny incomprehensible hassled pieces of speech.
The music was still playing on the background, but the Jedi were too concentrated on themselves to even listen to the romantic Twi-lek lyrics. Lights from passing crafts illuminated the room, creating moving shapes of the two men that reflected on the walls and furniture.
They weren't thinking, not any of the two. They had acted upon their current feelings and desires, none of them prepared for what had been to come, but there were no regrets running through their heads while they embraced each other on the murky living room. Both men were enjoying the instant as the excitement and the happiness rushed through their veins, an overpowering euphoria that their senses educed.
They were not planning to stop, they just wanted the moment to continue. And it did for a while. Anakin's knee arrived to the stop it had sought for some time.
His leg felt the other man's pleasure as it brushed against his thin clothing. The younger Jedi smiled as he continued on unison with his partner. Obi-Wan, feeling himself warm up, separated his lips from Ani's and headed his mouth to Ani's neck, kissing every inch of the boy's wet skin until he arrived to his collar bones. Anakin kept on grinning as he moved his chin upwards to let the other man explore him.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin sturdily on his arms, embracing him as well as lifting him, and he boosted both of their bodies up from the couch. Anakin, at first, looked confused, but once he felt Obi's arms and chest flex into him, he immediately felt as secure as ever; he let the man carry him up as he held on tight to his neck.
On that same position, Anakin's legs around Obi-Wan's waist, the man leaded them towards his bedroom, not taking away his eyes from the boy that was on top of him. He smiled widely as the boy held on tight to his shoulders, his index fingers tenderly caressing his exposed skin. Obi used the force to open the door that led into his bedroom. There wasn't much inside, only a wide undone bed, a nightstand and a loveseat. Some books were lined up on the nightstand next to Obi-Wan's lightsaber.
The small bulb from the ceiling wasn't needed, the light from the city that infiltrated through the wide window was sufficient to guide the two men into the bed. Obi-Wan, arriving to the bed, placed Anakin gently on the mattress, letting him fall on his back on the blankets. Then, he turned around and began taking off his pants. Anakin observed closely with eyes wide open as the muscular man in front of him undressed.
Oh Force, that ass. He watched closely the outline of Obi's butt forming on his boxers as the pajama pants dropped to the carpeted ground. The older man then turned back around and looked straight at Anakin's hazel eyes; he lipped upwards and placed both of his knees on the bed around Anakin's belly.
The boy watched attentively to Obi-Wan's every move. His sight was a bit blurry from the amount of alcohol drunk, but he could still make out the sturdy thighs that surrounded him. He couldn't keep his eyes away from the other man's almost naked crotch. Obi-Wan kept on moving his thighs against Anakin's stomach as the boy took a step farther and began to massage Obi-Wan's exposed body with his hands, discovering his figure with the help of both his touch and his sight.
Obi-Wan turned his head to the ceiling and he raised his arms slightly, letting Anakin feel him. Once Anakin placed down his hands, Obi-Wan turned them around so he would lay his back on the bed and Anakin would be on top of him. Right away, after Anakin bent to kiss Obi-Wan again, the boy pulled away and began to take off his shirt. Focused on the man that lay under him, the young Jedi threw his shirt carelessly to one wall and began to unbutton his pants.
Obi-Wan, however, stopped Anakin from undoing his pants so he could do it himself. The boy let go of his own clothing and he let the man untie the pants and the zipper. Then, he slid them off and tossed them to the opposite wall, smiling while looking at Anakin's exposed crotch.
Damn has he been training good. Anakin looked down to see what his master was smiling at. Of course that's what it was. A hardened erection was entirely visible through Anakin's white underwear.
Obi-Wan pulled away just to make up for his teasing, "I am not saying that I don't like it. Anakin was utterly shocked when Obi-Wan placed his dick inside his mouth. However, the surprise was lost almost immediately as he felt Obi-Wan's delicate tongue massaging his outline. Obi-Wan wasn't thinking straight, this was something he hadn't ever done before in his life.
But something inside him begged him not to stop. For some seconds he asked himself if it was the effect of the wine, but then decided that it didn't matter. He was enjoying himself, and so was Anakin.
The man kept on moving his lips up and down the stiffened member, with his hands he massaged Anakin's dangling ball sack. None of them counted the seconds, but once Anakin began to moan and groan, Obi decided to stop for a while. He wanted the night to last.
He let go of Anakin's cock and then directed his mouth to Ani's butt. Anakin, without hesitation, placed his legs over Obi-Wan's shoulder, opening a way for his partner. The man then situated his wet tongue on Anakin's sack and continued on rimming until he found the place he had been searching for.
There he lingered for a while, licking it and waiting for it to open. Anakin grabbed his own member with his right hand, still breathing heavily at Obi-Wan's perfect moves.
Obi-Wan grabbed his middle finger and then he inserted it into Anakin's hole. Obi obeyed, taking another finger and adding it to the opening. Just as the hole opened, he added a third finger. His padawan had never called him Obi in his entire life. It had always been either Master or Obi-Wan, never Obi. He decided to smile, his head still turning and shaking from many incomprehensible images that blinded his reasoning.
He then took Anakin's legs and placed them on his shoulders. It was so thick; he could feel it sliding into him, slowly opening his hole more and more. Obi-Wan noticed Anakin's facial expression and paused.
He had never felt so much pleasure at the same time. The man smiled and continued on gliding into Anakin. Once the trimmed hairs on his balls made contact with Anakin's flexed buttocks, he stopped. Then he continued by pulling himself in and out, slowly at first. Though, when Anakin asked for more, he began to fuck his partner faster, increasing his speed with every one of Anakin's moans.
Not soon after, Anakin decided to strike his own cock, filling up even with more and more ecstasy. Since when had Anakin begun to call him that. He shook his head, coming back to the satisfaction he was feeling. Anakin wanted to close his eyes, but he was forced into opening them broadly, watching Obi-Wan's face as his pleasure escaped his body. He moaned and sighed as the semen slid out and landed on his stomach. Obi-Wan quickly took out his member and he came immediately, seconds after Anakin.
Anakin's face had been his trigger, the boy had looked so handsome and sexy and irresistible, he couldn't control his orgasm anymore, and once he heard his name being yelled he knew he had to let go.
Both of their cum combined on Anakin's belly, not able to differentiate one man's from the other.