Fandom: Star Wars
Prompt: fanfic50 #49 - Bones
Word Count: 949
Summary: Ani and Palpy cuddle. That's really all there is by way of plot.
Author's Notes: It's slashy but not graphic. Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. It may be a little on the cracky side.
It was the first time he’d been completely naked in his presence. After all these weeks, it was strange that that should be so, but so it was. A savvy politician was always conscious of his appearance, always molding it to his advantage. As such, Chancellor Palpatine saw no need to inflict the unsavory sight and feel of his nude body upon his young lover now that the sex was completed. He leaned over the side of the bed to retrieve his night clothes. A hand on his arm stopped him.
"Don’t," Anakin pleaded gently.
Palpatine glanced back at the boy. He was so beautiful. More often than not, Anakin was naked during their sessions, as Palpatine took great delight in removing all his clothing. Slowly, if time permitted. He smiled reassuringly. "I’m not leaving, just dressing. We can lay here as long as you’d like."
"No, I mean… don’t get dressed."
Palpatine laughed. "It’s all right, Anakin. I know you don’t want me for my body."
Anakin looked down and blushed, but he was insistent. "But I... I do. I like your body. Everything about you. Please, just... don’t."
"Can we turn the lights off, at least?" His smile was teasing now; he already knew the answer to that.
"No!" Anakin protested, laughing. "I’ll fall asleep! I don’t have that much extra time to spend here. Unfortunately."
The older man relented and settled back in the bed, his bony, wrinkled form pressing against Anakin’s lithe, strong one. Palpatine wrapped his arms around the boy and held him close. He enjoyed their intimacy more than he was willing to admit to himself.
His gaze fell upon his mottled arm, noting the sharp contrast between it and Anakin’s smooth, hairless chest. Whatever does he see in me? Palpatine couldn't help but wonder bemusedly.
If Anakin was at all repulsed, he hid it expertly; only affection emanated from his gentle touch. His hand caressed Palpatine’s cheek, then trailed down his neck to his shoulder and finally, to his chest, his fingers coiling into the white hairs.
"What’s wrong? You cold?" Anakin asked, drawing him closer.
"Nothing’s wrong," Palpatine breathed. "It’s just that... no one’s touched me that way in a long time… it feels wonderful. Thank you."
"You’re welcome," Anakin mumbled, that adorable blush coloring his cheeks again. "But you don’t have to thank me. I like touching you. And... you know, it’s really not fair that I’m naked all the time and you’re not."
Palpatine had to chuckle at that. "Not fair to whom? You enjoy the freedom of being naked, and I enjoy admiring you. There’s nothing admirable about my naked body now. Sexual functionality aside, that is."
"That’s not true, don’t say that," Anakin chided him.
Palpatine could feel the frown behind the boy’s smile. Unbeknownst to Anakin, he could perceive others’ emotions as adeptly as any Jedi could. He detected doubt and uneasiness in him... a sense of holding back his true feelings.
He wasn’t about to press the issue; he actually found it quite sweet that Anakin felt the need to lie to him about this.
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It was the first time he’d been completely naked in his presence. Anakin had been sure to remove every stitch of the Chancellor’s elaborate clothing this time. Usually his sexual desire consumed him so much that he merely pushed aside whatever garments lay between him and his satisfaction, leaving at least one layer relatively intact. But tonight, Anakin wanted to feel his lover’s body, not his robes or undergarments.
He wasn’t surprised when Palpatine reached for his night clothes. Anakin managed to persuade him back, unclothed, into his arms. He liked this. He knew the man was neither vulnerable nor fragile, but in this moment he appeared to be both. Anakin moved his fingers over his body tenderly, marveling at the feel of his soft, delicate skin, so different from his own.
Anakin was most comfortable when doing physical things. Piloting starfighters, building and maintaining droids, lightsaber combat, sex -- these things came naturally to him. It was the accompanying emotions that were problematic, particularly with sex. He’d never felt closer to anyone than he did to the Chancellor, and he constantly yearned to express this in physical ways.
It disturbed him when Palpatine spoke derisively about himself, even in such a nonchalant way. Palpatine frequently made offhanded remarks about Anakin finding someone younger, and these remarks grated on his heart. He would, perhaps, question the Chancellor’s feelings and wonder if he was seeking to end their affair, were it not for his ability to sense Palpatine’s affection for him. The word "love" had not yet been exchanged between them, but that was merely a technicality.
Wasn’t it? he mused to himself now. Does he really see our age difference as a huge problem? Why does he never believe me when I say I don’t care about that?
He’d never expected to fall for someone so much older than himself, and he certainly hadn’t spent his adolescence fantasizing about wrinkles and bones. But he’d come to realize that attraction could be comprised of more than physical qualities. Anakin just couldn’t find the words to express himself properly. He doesn’t seem to mind. Is it because his attraction to me is actually just physical? Why else would a man of his power and prominence be interested in a mere Jedi Padawan like me anyway?
Anakin kept his troublesome thoughts to himself. He wasn’t about to press the issue; he didn’t need his questions answered tonight. He just needed to lie in Palpatine’s arms, warm and snug, until the time came to return to the Jedi Temple for the night.