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5:42 am- Obi-Wan was wide awake, he kept peering at the clock. Why did he have to get up so early? This was the beginning of their second day of vacation, why couldn’t he sleep in like a normal person? He looked down at Anakin sleeping peacefully, sprawled over his chest.

He was trapped.

He stared at Anakin, his back slowly moving up and down with each breath. Obi-Wan’s one arm was pinned under Anakin’s body, his hand being pressed between the mattress and Anakin’s belly. It felt numb.

5:49

Gently Obi-Wan began to push Anakin off his chest, he felt bad, but his arm was starting to hurt.

Anakin smiled sleepily and held on tighter. His long eyelashes fluttered, he squinted up at Obi-Wan.

“Trying to escape?” he asked, sounding surprisingly alert for someone who was just sound asleep.

“Well you are crushing my arm slightly,” Obi-Wan said and he wiggled his knuckles up against the warm skin causing Anakin to laugh and squirm away.

Obi-Wan flexed his arm and shook the feeling back into it.

“I don’t suppose you’d wanna join me in the shower?” Obi-Wan asked, nudging the pile of blankets.

Anakin popped up smiling cheekily.

“Mmm ok,” he said.

Obi-Wan didn’t really mean it as a sexual invitation, though of course that's where Anakin’s mind would go. He just wanted them to spend as much time together as possible.

Steam quickly filled the fresher and fogged up the glass. There were four shower heads and a handheld wand, very extravagant and luxurious. Like the rest of the estate.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the water and Anakin lathering his hair. He lazily washed, letting all the streams of hot water massage his aching muscles.

Anakin had finished washing and was goofing around with the handheld wand, mainly spraying it directly on Obi-Wan’s stomach.

“Give me that!” he finally growled, he prised it out of Anakin’s hand, “Let’s see how you like it,”

Anakin tried to escape, but Obi-Wan grappled him and pressed the button sending a forceful jet of water against Anakin’s belly. He began laughing and shrieking, squirming in Obi-Wan’s arms.

“Ahhhhhh ahaha truce, Truce!”

“Very well,” Obi-Wan clicked off the button and let go of the wand, letting it hang against the tile.

He was still holding Anakin, who pressed up tighter against him and they kissed deeply. Anakin’s body felt hot and solid against him, his soaked hair falling heavily against Obi-Wan’s face. He closed his eyes, hearing the sounds of the water crashing around them and Anakin's soft whimpering.

Obi-Wan backed out of Anakin’s embrace and sat down on the shower bench. It was so hot and he was getting a bit dizzy, but it would seem neither of them wanted to get out yet.

Anakin took that as an invitation and he sank down and knelt between Obi-Wan’s knees.

“I’m just a bit dizzy Anakin, you don’t have—” his protests died on his lips and he groaned, clutching at Anakin’s sopping mass of hair.

Anakin was gripping his hips tight, staring up at him, his moans muffled as he shamelessly ground against his ankle.

“Oh stars,” Obi-Wan whispered. Anakin climaxed first shuddering, Obi-Wan followed him holding his hair tight in both fists.

“Kriff my knees hurt,” Anakin said laughing as he stumbled up.

“Well now you know why I insist on doing it in bed,” Obi-Wan said as he began to turn the knobs off.

“Yeah but your knees are waaay older than mine,” Anakin said as he grabbed a towel and walked dripping into the bedroom.

Obi-Wan cleared the fog from the mirror and opened his toiletry kit, he was going to tidy up the edges of his beard. But it was summertime, they were on vacation and he wanted to try something different.

He lathered up the small brush and spread the foam over his beard and mustache. Delicately he scraped down his cheek with the straight razor.

There was no going back now.

Obi-Wan exited the fresher, his cheeks still stinging from the aftershave. Anakin was in his shorts, posing in front of the enormous mirror.

The room had several huge mirrors, including one above their bed. Though Obi-Wan was starting to like that one very much.

“Isn’t that a little vain dearest?” he asked,

“I think I’m gaining weight,” Anakin said, twisting to look at his butt. He turned to the side, trying to suck his stomach in and flex his arms, the resulting pose was rather awkward.

“That wouldn’t be a bad thing,” Obi-Wan said. Anakin had gained some weight from his overly thin physique at the end of the war. But Obi-Wan was hoping he’d gain a bit more, he was finally starting to look healthy.

“No but I want more muscle, I…” Anakin stopped talking and his mouth fell open.

“Ta-da,” Obi-Wan said.

“Your beard!” Anakin came over, he smiled and then he frowned.

“Well?”

“I don’t know, I loved your beard.” he said, reaching up and touching the smooth skin.

“Well I will probably grow it back at some point, it’s just that it's summer and–” he was cut off by Anakin kissing him.

“It’s so different,” Anakin said, rubbing his cheek against Obi-Wan’s.

“Well I have had it a long time,”

“You look less stern master,” Anakin said, smiling playfully. Obi-Wan was tempted to throw him on the bed and spend the rest of the morning teasing him mercilessly.

“I’ll show you stern later,” he said, slapping Anakin’s butt and pushing past him to the open suitcase. Obi-Wan got dressed and they both made their way down the hall and staircases dodging service droids.

Padme was in the kitchen, pouring caf with Luke on her hip. No one else seemed to be up yet.

“Oh wow Obi-Wan! You look so good!” she gushed.

Anakin took Luke from her, he’d preemptively tied his hair back,

“I’m gonna sit on his face tonight,” he said in a low voice.

Padme snorted and began to laugh, punching Anakin in the ribs.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan scolded, horrified, “Can’t you keep our sex life private!”

“It’s just Padme,” Anakin said nonchalantly.

Padme wiped the tears from her eyes, “Just be glad Quinlan didn’t hear you, Ani, he’d harass you guys even more.” she said and handed Obi-Wan a mug of caf.

“Eh, I think we are used to Quinlan’s brand of humor,” Anakin said, “he’s not subtle.”

“Speaking of Quinlan…” Obi-Wan sipped his caf as Anakin and Padme clambered closer eager for gossip, “he left last night to meet up with a Gungan couple,”

“What!” Padme said, her eyes huge.

Obi-Wan sipped some more caf, enjoying himself as they both begged for more details.

“Well you’d have to ask him, actually he’ll probably volunteer the information,” Obi-Wan said.

“Imagine having sex with Jar Jar,” Anakin said, they all burst out laughing.

Rex and Cody came in breathless.

“Morning jog?” Anakin asked, Luke was squirming around and trying to nip.

“Gotta stay in shape,” Rex said, he turned and both of them stared at Obi-Wan.

“Hmm interesting,” Cody said.

“I don’t like it,” Rex said.

Ahsoka trudged in yawning, she gasped and came closer, before gingerly poking Obi-Wan’s cheek.

Obi-Wan laughed, “Who knew it would be such a big deal when an old man shaves,” he said finishing his caf.

“I’m gonna sit—” Anakin began,

Obi-Wan glared at him.

“On this chair.” Anakin finished, snickering. Padme choked and began to wheeze.