Prompt: I was so behind that I combined 3 challenges at swficchallenge:
#2 - Use “twilight to starlight, dawn to dusk”/ #4 - embarrassing moments / #5 - seven deadly sins (4 mentioned here)
Characters: Anakin, Obi-Wan, Padmé (sort of)
Word Count: 860
Warnings: I gave it an R rating for the sexual terminology, though it isn’t that smutty, really. Non-slash.
It was a bit early to begin his nightly ritual, but Anakin felt impatient today. Master Obi-Wan was sprawled out on the couch, snoring softly. Surely he would be oblivious.
Anakin retreated to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. From dawn to dusk, he and Obi-Wan were Master and Padawan; from twilight to starlight, they were friends. No, they were more than that -- they were brothers. On another night, Anakin might have been annoyed that Obi-Wan was napping through the quiet time they could have spent together. Tonight he was relieved to be left to his own devices.
He made a mental note to tease Obi-Wan mercilessly the next day, for Anakin had just endured a Masterly lecture on sloth that very morning. He gathered the items needed for his task and settled back on his bed. His Master was not the person he wanted to think about now.
Padmé… His heart had yearned for her every day in the past four years since they’d met, and as he got older his body began to ache for her as well. He closed his eyes and imagined her sitting on the bed in front of him, teasing him with that sweet smile, those dancing brown eyes… he touched himself over his trousers. Now she was pulling them down, leaning over far enough to give him a glorious view of her cleavage. She was a little shy, perhaps embarrassed, but he reassured her that whatever she wanted to do was fine with him. Naturally, she wanted to give him a blowjob. Not only that, but she wanted to get naked for him first.
Anakin slicked himself up with lotion and imagined that the wetness came from her mouth. The stroking of his hand was the bobbing of her head. He begged his fantasy Padmé to go faster and she happily obliged. He attributed all the pleasurable sensations coursing through his body to her. He bit down on his lip to stifle a moan as he orgasmed, panting and trembling.
His post-orgasmic bliss instantly dissolved into sheer terror when he heard his Master’s voice on the other side of the door. Fortunately, he retained enough of his senses to realize it would be advantageous for him to be under the covers when Obi-Wan came through that door, as he undoubtedly would any second now.
“Anakin, are you alright?”
He tried to respond, but his voice box would not cooperate. He nodded his head fervently, willing Obi-Wan to somehow sense it through the door.
“I’m coming in.” Obi-Wan waved the door open with the Force and stood in the doorway. “It’s so dark in here… are you in bed?”
“Y-yeah,” Anakin squeaked. Thankfully he‘d had just enough time to scramble under his blanket, and he‘d remembered to bring his tube of lotion and washrag with him. It was well before Anakin‘s usual bedtime so his act would have to be good. “I… I feel ill,” he croaked out feebly.
Obi-Wan switched on the light and perched on the edge of the bed. “You do look flushed.” He placed his hand gently on Anakin’s forehead and concentrated for a moment. He furrowed his brow and frowned. “You feel quite warm to the touch, but you don’t feel ill in the Force. Curious.”
Anakin looked at him with wide eyes. “I feel horrible, though. Really. It sort of started right after dinner. My head hurts really bad. And my throat, too. And my stomach.” He shut his mouth before the lie could grow any larger. At least Obi-Wan should believe the sore throat; his voice sounded hoarse enough.
“Mm. I see.”
Am I imagining things or does he seem amused? Anakin contorted his face in an expression of pain and coughed a couple times for good measure. “Master, I just wanna go to sleep.”
Obi-Wan smiled. “That may very well be the case, but it’s not because you’re sick.”
Anakin was sure he detected amusement in his voice this time. Had Obi-Wan heard him? He hadn’t been that loud… had he?
“Get dressed and come out to the front room, Padawan,” Obi-Wan said as he rose from the bed. “We’re going to have a discussion about lust. Apparently a long-overdue discussion.”
To his dismay, Anakin felt a fiery blush spreading across his cheeks all the way to his ears. “What - how did you…?” he sputtered. He was certain he would never be able to look his Master in the eye again. Ever.
Obi-Wan chuckled. “I’m your Master. I know everything. Now, get dressed. I’ll be waiting for you.” He turned and left Anakin to dress in private.
Anakin sat up and wiped his brow. He was still confused about how Obi-Wan had figured it out. He was certain he had shielded his emotions. He was adept at that, having grown tired of his Master lecturing him on letting go of his pride and his wrath. He couldn’t have been radiating any kind of lustful feelings through the Force. Had Obi-Wan been listening outside his door like some kind of perv--
It was then that he noticed the fresh stains on the blanket.