I Never Knew

Obi-Wan leaned his head against the wall of the shower, allowing the water to run down his neck and back. The water was as hot as he could stand it and the small room was filled with steam. In his mind he started to replay his night with Anakin. The very thought of it had him all worked up again. He could not see Anakin watching him through the thick steam. He brought his hands up to his erection and started to stoke, imagining once again that it was his mouth, Anakin’s mouth.

Anakin could not take his eyes away from the sight of Obi-Wan in the steam. There he was, his Master, all naked and wet and…wait a minute. Was he moaning? He stood there for another moment, completely mesmerized. Yes, that was most definitely a moan. It was then that he saw Obi-Wan pumping his fist up and down that lovely cock, the very thing that Anakin had hoped would greet when he awoke this morning. He wondered for a moment how many times he had done this same thing in this same shower, alone.

Alone. No need for that anymore, now is there?

“Need a hand with that?” Anakin asked coyly as he stepped into the shower and pressed his body up against Obi-Wan‘s. Anakin immediately reached his hands around and slipped them down to rest on the man’s slender hips.

Obi-Wan went red with embarrassment. This was intended as a way of relaxing, not as a peep show. Before he could say anything he heard a husky voice whisper into his ear.

“What were you thinking about?” Anakin asked, while running his tongue along the ear’s edge.

“Nothing.”

“Was it me?” He continued, this time running his tongue down Obi-Wan’s neck.

“Y-yes, it was.” Obi-Wan managed to get out.
“Tell me what I was doing.”

No reply. Drastic measures were surely needed here. Anakin lifted Obi-
Wan’s hand and brought it up to his mouth. He gently took the index finger into his mouth and sucked on it while using the Force to enhance the feeling between Obi-Wan’s legs. Anakin felt Obi-Wan’s knees start to buckle and he dug his fingers deeper into his hip bones to steady him. He released the first finger and took in another. He sucked even harder and Obi-Wan was sure he would fall to the floor if Anakin wasn’t there to hold him up.

“Oh, that…. Yes, that.” Obi-Wan panted.

“Better, love, much better. Do you know that I used to do this very thing? While thinking of you, of course.” Anakin said between kisses to Obi-Wan’s fingertips. “Do you know how many times I imagined that you were watching?”

Obi-Wan could hardly speak. The image of Anakin masturbating combined with that voice in his ear, and the lips on his fingers, was starting to drive him mad.

“Would you like that, Master? Would you like to see me stroking my cock for you? Would you like to know that I was imagining you? That I was imagining you with your lips wrapped around me, or with my dick buried deep inside of your ass. This ass.” Anakin purred as he cupped Obi-Wan’s ass with one hand and started to stoke his length with the other.

“Gods, yes, Anakin, yes. I would like that. I do like that” Obi-Wan finally managed to pant out.

“What do you want now? Tell me, I want to know.” Anakin now had Obi-Wan pinned up against the shower wall, mad with desire. He was thrusting himself hard at Obi-Wan, his aching erection begging for the contact.

Obi-Wan wanted so many things at this point. He wanted it all. But most of all, he wanted to feel Anakin inside of him, filling him. He wanted Anakin to fill the void that he had felt for ten years now. Oh, he ached to be inside of Anakin as well, knowing full well that nobody ever had been before. There would be time for that later though. Right now he needed Anakin to take him, to fuck him.

“I want to feel you.” Obi-Wan finally answered Anakin.

“Feel me, please.”

“No, Anakin, I want to ‘feel’ you. Inside of me…. I want you to be inside me.”

*Fuck me, please*

Anakin went still at the thought that was sent his way. Obi-Wan turned to face him, so there would be no mistaking what he wanted Anakin to do.

“Are you sure?” he asked Obi-Wan in surprise.

“I want you to fuck me Anakin. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

With that, Obi-Wan turned off the shower and led a still stunned Anakin to the bed in the adjoining room, Obi-Wan’s room.

Anakin was beginning to think that perhaps he didn’t have the upper hand. This was the second time that Obi-Wan managed to turn the situation around and take the lead. He was really enjoying this side of his Master.

Obi-Wan lay down on the bed and pulled Anakin down on top of him. He assaulted his mouth with feverish kisses and placed his hand firmly on Anakin’s cock. He placed it in direct contact with his own ready to explode member and ground into the young man. The friction send a wave of pleasure throughout his body. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand, and pulled out a bottle of lube. Anakin looked amused.

“What, did you think I was completely celibate? Did you think I spent all of my freaking time in here meditating?” Obi-Wan joked.

Anakin laughed, and placed his hand on Obi-Wan’s. “There is no turning back after this. I just want to make sure, well, it’s just that I…” He trailed off, not sure how to express what he wanted to say.

“Have you had any other lovers, I mean since Master Qui-Gon?” Anakin now looked earnestly at the beautiful man offering himself beneath him.

“No, Anakin, there have been no others.”

“I don’t want to hurt you is all.” Now it was Anakin’s turn to look embarrassed.

“I assure you it only hurts for a little while Anakin. Besides, maybe I want you to hurt me a little. It will make me feel better when I have to ‘hurt’ you later.” And with that Obi-Wan started to smooth the lube onto Anakin.