Here, There, and Everywhere
by Masque

Category: O/A, First-Time, PWP (in my opinion), one mention of possible chan thoughts
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: it tried to be pure sex, but obi wouldn't let me. i think a little angst may have crept in.
oh yeah, all mistakes are mine :)
Spoilers: none Summary: um, see title.
Feedback: YES!! oops. little forceful there.

A/N: don't worry enigma is coming. but not literally speaking so here's this little offering.

Here, There, and Everywhere
*****

His penis was chafing, but Obi-Wan was hard as steel as he plunged into yet another nameless, faceless body. The boy beneath him writhed in pleasure, his hips pushing back, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Yes! Fuck me! Please, fuck me harder!"

Without breaking his rhythm, Obi-Wan grabbed the boy by his hair and yanked him backward.

"Quiet, slut, or do you want me to stop?" he hissed.

"No, please," the boy whimpered.

They were both close to exploding, but Obi-Wan knew he couldn't come if he was looking into that face. The wrong face. He pushed the boy against the window roughly and drove his cock between the parted cheeks. The boy buried his face in his arm to stifle a moan.

Staring out the window, Obi-Wan caught a glimpse of several shocked eyes speeding past in the Coruscant traffic. He reveled in their looks, his breath coming in short gasps as his body caught fire. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, imagining a padawan braid where there was none. Slowing his movements, he pulled almost completely out of the heat surrounding him. Ignoring the whispered protest, Obi-Wan rammed his aching cock into the too loose hole, forcing the boy to bite his lip to keep from screaming.

Two more deep thrusts and Obi-Wan was coming, his voice a choked whisper as he uttered one word. "Ani."

A soft moan let him know he wasn't alone in his release. He slipped out and refastened his trousers. Obi-Wan stepped away and took a moment to compose himself. He turned to the blond Senate page hastily cleaning the evidence of his passion from the window with a discarded jacket.

Sated brown eyes regarded him hopefully, "I don't suppose..."

But Obi-Wan was already shaking his head. Leaning forward, he placed a light kiss on the page's lips. With a sad smile, he said "Thank you" and walked away.

*****

This obsession is getting dangerous.' And yet he couldn't seem to stop himself. Obi-Wan didn't know which was confounding him more: his newly discovered penchant for exhibitionism, or this constant craving for his padawan. If he was completely honest with himself, he'd started noticing Anakin when he was only fifteen and joyfully exploring his sexuality. He'd also noticed those explorations consisted of women. At first, it was relatively easy to suppress his attraction. After all, Anakin was still a child in many respects and prone to acting like it when in conflict with his master. The real trouble had started after Anakin had attained Senior Padawan status.

They were being assigned the more dangerous missions Obi-Wan had been trained for, but had been unable to accept with a Junior Padawan in tow. A series of hard and devastating missions, most successful, but some not, had given Anakin a subdued maturity won only through experience. His frame had filled out, gaining height and muscle, and moving from lanky adolescent charm to a lean and graceful physique. He'd begun taking the Jedi philosophy more seriously. He picked the Code and the traditions apart, accepting what he could, and finding intelligent questions for what he could not.

The Council thought he was becoming too troublesome, but Obi-Wan saw that he was developing an independent intellect that never took anything for granted. Anakin was willing to challenge whatever he perceived as injustice and he reminded Obi-Wan so much of Qui-Gon at times that it was a physical ache. At eighteen, Anakin was stronger, more confident, and more beautiful than ever. And Force help him, he'd fallen in love. He was in love with his headstrong, passionate, and female-oriented padawan. His initial attraction had swiftly become an overpowering primal lust, frightening in its intensity. A flash of a smile, a look, a touch and he was instantly hard.

Obi-Wan's reactions to Anakin were quickly spiraling out of control and in desperation he'd started seeking out random partners as far from the Temple as possible. But it wasn't enough. As master and apprentice, they were in constant contact. To ache and want and not have, was driving Obi-Wan crazy and pushing him to more and more extreme actions. Like having sex plastered against a window in the Senate offices.

`At least no one walked in on us,' he thought. Heading for the Council antechamber, he ran a hand across his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping to relieve some of the tension. Sitting on the bench, he attempted to release his aggravation in preparation for the Council session ahead of him. A familiar tingle in the back of his mind made Obi-Wan look to the end of the corridor where the object of his ponderings was just stepping out of the lifts. He was beginning to think the Force had a rather cruel sense of humor.

"Padawan," he smiled warmly in greeting.

"Master," Anakin said calmly, coming to stand in front of his teacher.

Gesturing to the open space beside him, Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow as Anakin remained standing.

"Master, may I ask you a personal question?"

Anakin was unusually focused, his presence still and restrained, but Obi-Wan could read the underlying tension and anxiety in the lean frame.

Curious, Obi-Wan replied "You can ask, but you might not get an answer."

There was a long pause and Obi-Wan wondered if his padawan had reconsidered, but then Anakin looked directly into his eyes and spoke words he never thought would fall from those lips.

"Do you always fuck in public?"

Anakin suppressed an unworthy surge of delight. Of all scenarios he'd imagined, the look of shock on his master's face was almost worth the consequences. Almost, but not quite. He anxiously awaited Obi-Wan's reply.

Obi-Wan was too busy trying to wrap his mind around Anakin's use of the word "fuck" to respond to the question.

"Master?"

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His brain was deciding whether to send the sudden influx of blood north or south. Deciding that sometimes actions spoke louder than words, Anakin knelt with slow and sensual grace before his master and placed his hands on Obi-Wan's knees. The Master's north or south debate was quickly resolved as those hands began to massage his thighs.

"I saw you."

Meeting his padawan's gaze, Obi-Wan almost groaned aloud at the naked lust in those blue eyes. The pressure on his thighs increased, sparking a similar reaction in his groin, and he wanted nothing more than to take Anakin right there in the Council antechamber. But reason hadn't abandoned him completely, yet.

"Anakin," he began, and was amazed at how calm he sounded, "we can discuss this later in our quarters-"

"I watched you fuck him."

Cerulean eyes held Obi-Wan in place as those hands crept further towards the point of no return.

"Do you know how you looked?"

A slight shift and Anakin was looking up at Obi-Wan from between parted thighs, stroking him maddeningly. The rough fabric of his leggings now rubbed deliciously against his engorged penis and Obi- Wan let out of a soft moan of pleasure.

"You looked like a debauched angel."

Excited by the sight and sound of his master, Anakin leaned forward and nuzzled his cheek against the bulge displayed so temptingly between Obi-Wan's legs.

"So beautiful," he murmured and then his mouth descended on the straining erection through the protective clothing. Obi-Wan let out a short gasp of surprise and settled his hands on Anakin's shoulders, reminding himself that this was real.

This was his padawan, kneeling in front of him, enflaming him with looks and touches. It wasn't enough. Desire was one thing, and certainly the heat between them spoke of passion, but Obi-Wan's heart begged for reassurance. He needed to stop this now, before he was completely undone by that wonderful heat. This wasn't some stranger he'd never see again. As much as he wanted to just give in, he needed this to be more than just a casual fuck. Raising a hand to the back of Anakin's neck, he gently tugged on the small ponytail and drew his attention back to Obi-Wan's face.

Lightheaded with arousal and need, Anakin was confused when his master pulled him back. He searched the flushed face for answers and was struck by the emotions on the beloved features. Obi-Wan, always so calm and strong, was vulnerable. He saw uncertainty, even fear. But why? And then he saw it. Bright and deep, and Anakin nearly laughed out loud at all the time he'd spent agonizing and fantasizing about his master. When all the time, his master was in love with him. Obi-Wan was in love with him. Anakin's breath caught in his throat and he feared his heart would beat right out of his chest. Everything he'd dreamed of was written in stormy gray eyes.

"Anakin-" Obi-Wan was interrupted by gentle fingers tracing his lips with reverence.

"Do you know what I thought when I saw you there, Master?" Anakin asked. Obi-Wan shook his head. Anakin lowered his eyes and continued in a hushed whisper. "I thought, why him? Why not me?"

He heard Obi-Wan inhale sharply and then Anakin was being pulled forward into a kiss that defined bliss. Lips parted and tongues met, dancing wildly, both tasting and devouring. They seemed to go on forever until lack of oxygen forced them apart. Anakin breathed the words into Obi-Wan's mouth. "I love you."

Obi-Wan's eyes were bright as he tugged lightly on the padawan braid and whispered, "My Ani."

Wild with desire, the words began to tumble out of Anakin's mouth in a rush.

"I want you to fuck me. Like you did him. Rough and hard and without a care for anyone watching us. I want to feel you inside me everywhere I go." He wove his hands through his master's silken hair and claimed another kiss. "But right here, and right now, I want to taste you."

Simple, brutal, beautiful words and Obi-Wan didn't care that the twelve most respected masters in the Jedi Order were in the next room, didn't care that he might be summoned at any moment.

"Yes," he moaned. Anakin's hands were hastily unfastening his leggings and then stilled as his prize was revealed. Anakin stared. His master was hard and huge and gorgeous. Burning with craving and wonder, he licked his lips and ghosted his fingers along the angry red shaft. The silky flesh was like fire in his hand and Obi-Wan's suddenly ragged breathing was music to his ears. With a more solid grip he began pulling up and down. Obi-Wan couldn't sit still, he needed more. He tried pushing his stiff member into the padawan's hand, but Anakin only pulled back. He gripped the edge of the bench so hard his knuckles were white.

Gnawing his teeth, he growled. "Anakin. While I would love for you to take your time, the Masters will open that door any minute." Releasing his stranglehold on the bench, he held Anakin's head with both hands. "You want to taste? Suck me," he ordered.

Anakin blinked and happily obeyed. He opened his mouth and lapped up the pearly white fluid leaking from the tip, savoring the salty-sweet taste. Something he could easily become addicted to. Pursing his lips, he took the head into his mouth and started sucking lightly. Obi-Wan's hands clutched his hair in silent command and the suction increased, producing a moan of pleasure from them both. Anakin's hand drifted down to his own groin and squeezed the hardness there. Slipping beneath the trousers, he started pulling roughly on his heavy erection as he pleasured his master. Thick and long, Anakin nearly choked when he tried to swallow the delicious cock.

Disappointed but determined, he used his other hand to stroke and squeeze Obi-Wan's balls. Pumping furiously, his lips tightened as he continued to suck and roll the rampant shaft around in his mouth. He felt his muscles tense and groaned in mindless pleasure, the vibrations traveling the length of over-sensitized flesh. Obi-Wan couldn't help the hoarse shout that escaped him. He threw his head back and surrendered to the euphoric orgasm that ripped though his body. Anakin swallowed the thick fluid ravenously, his master's climax triggering his own. Trembling, Obi-Wan stroked the dark blond hair as Anakin reluctantly released the softening organ.

With infinite tenderness, he tucked the sensitive flesh back into Obi- Wan's leggings. When he finished refastening the laces, Anakin curled into his master's embrace.

"Anakin?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Just in case you didn't know, I love you too."

Anakin smiled and said, "I know."

He looked at the picture his master made with swollen lips, sweaty hair, rosy cheeks, and a lazy smile. Definitely a debauched angel. And all his.

"Where next, Master? The Council Chamber?"

"Anywhere and everywhere, Ani."

end.