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"Do you have any idea what the masters might say to us if they find us like this?"
"Come on Obi-Wan, we went over ten rotations without seeing each other." Anakin stroked the red Padawan braid that hung near Obi-Wan's ear.
"It seemed much longer..." Obi-Wan stroked the other young man's neck watching out of the corner of his eye the padawan braid that was dark blond in color.
"All the more reason, we deserve this..." He brought his lips close to the lips of the padawan with long half-orange red hair.
The two padawans pressed their lips together, their wet lips joining in a show of love, causing their hearts to beat a little (too) faster than normal. Obi-Wan raising his hands, wrapping them around the darker one's neck stroking the hair at the back of his neck freshly wet. Anakin lowering his hands a little more, circling the pale skinned young man's waist, squeezing the sides of it and caressing the shape of Obi-Wan's torso.
Two lovers, two fifteen year olds in love.
Two Padawans breaking the rules, having an unavoidable attachment, an essential attachment that kept them both away from the dark side, two Padawans who hid their relationship as the most precious thing in the Galaxy, afraid of being discovered and driven away for their breach of the Jedi code, hiding those newfound feelings with gratitude and embraced with affection, though, they really weren't very discreet.
The Jedi Order was not blind, the Jedi were not blind, no one was, several could notice the looks those young padawans gave each other, those looks started even before they were padawans, when they were younglings, maybe two or three years after Anakin came to the Order, and an Obi-Wan who was not yet chosen to be a padawan, obsessed with being better than the other, watching each other carefully, admiring each other when they did not see each other, secretly loving each other. Something not easy to keep, because of the guilt of not fulfilling their duties (and the code), of being seen as a disappointment. Hiding those feelings until after they are chosen as Padawans, after each master has chosen them respectively.
Dooku to Obi-Wan, and an Anakin already prepared to embark on his journey and adventure as Qui-Gon's padawan, both with the same age, with the same goal, with the same dream, with the same feelings, was all they needed, all they could give each other until they could get more to share with each other.
"Our Masters will be looking for us."
"Let them search."
"Ana-" Obi-Wan was silenced with a kiss on the mouth, a normal kiss, he could label it as tender, one of those given by the governors of Alderaan at a wedding, a special kiss.
A special kiss that as always, has to be interrupted.
The sound of the door being knocked separated the two young men connecting their lips, pulling away quickly, in a way that hurt to part, as if plucking the petals of a flower.
"Obi-Wan, Master Dooku is looking for you." Bant's voice passed the still unopened door.
The two Padawans stood still, silent, looking at each other with complicity, not wanting to be discovered in order to continue their amorous meetings.
"Obi-Wan don't you dare ignore me, I heard your voice before I knocked on the door." Bant sounded a little sterner. "Anakin, I heard you inside anyway."
"I'm coming Bant." Obi-Wan shouted a little louder, to be heard, his red cheeks adorning his freckled face.
Anakin let out a resigned sigh, bringing his hands to his hips in resignation, watching his companion open the door, Obi-Wan's hair swaying back and forth, his padawan braid being arranged by himself behind his ear, ironing his Jedi robe with his hands.
"What were you two doing here?"
"None of your business Bant." No doubt the interruption that moment had been like taking something important away from a jawa, spiteful.
"It's none of my business that you guys don't know how to find a good time to kiss."
"Bant, we weren't kissing." Obi-Wan tried to calm the atmosphere, walking out the door. "I'll go with my Master, see you later."
Obi-Wan walked turning his back on Bant and Anakin, slowly walking away. Anakin watching Obi-Wan walk, his back moving away, his hips swaying slightly, slightly long hair bouncing from the footsteps, that peculiarly colored hair standing out even more when lit by the sun of Coruscant streaming through the windows of the Jedi Temple, a work of art, that was Obi-Wan to Anakin.
A dry clap brought Anakin out of his thoughts, blinking repeatedly to realize that in the direction he had been looking was no longer Obi-Wan. "Force calling Anakin!"
"I'm awake Bant."
"Well you'll have to dissemble a bit Anakin, your force signature flutters when you look at Obi-Wan."
"It's inevitable."
Bant didn't want to define or assume about Anakin and Obi-Wan's relationship, she just wanted to think that the two of them were very good friends, very very good friends.
At least she thought so during the first time when Anakin and Obi-Wan were fourteen or thirteen? When he noticed that Anakin was constantly watching Obi-Wan, but not in the way he always did, at that moment it was different.
He looked at him like the same eyes the king of Alderaan looked at his queen, with eyes of admiration, purity, affection, desire.
Obi-Wan never showed any signs of looking with eyes other than friendship or respect for other people, but with Anakin it was different, however slight they were, Obi-Wan had different reactions to Anakin, some reserved only for him.
Like those cheeky smiles, which made the freckles on his face stand out a bit, or the gesture of tucking his hair behind his ear, or when he became a Padawan, he would adorn his braid with a short thin blue ribbon, which happened to be the same color as Anakin's eyes.
Bant really didn't want to guess about the relationship of those two, until one day, he discovered them in fragante.
An Obi-Wan and Anakin well hidden behind one of the pillars of the Jedi Temple, near the Hall of a Thousand Fountains, Obi-Wan with his back against the wall, his arms around Anakin's neck, stroking the hair on the back of Anakin's neck.
Anakin kissing Obi-Wan, caressing his hips, Bant was sure one of his hands was even lower than normal, that hand was inside Obi-Wan's clothes, it looked like he was grabbing his ass.
The wet sounds of two mouths colliding together, the occasional moan from Obi-Wan (which were really low, but since the Jedi Temple was a quiet place, and more quiet in a place where the Hall of a Thousand Fountains is used for meditation, any whispering or moaning, could be heard there). Of course, if she heard that lewd sound of their tongues clashing, hell, she didn't even want to remember that scenario.
She knew Anakin didn't mind being discovered, Obi-Wan, maybe he cared about the code, but since those looks had started apparently Obi-Wan had given Anakin a chance.
But to have found them kissing, eating each other's mouths, eating each other's faces, it was embarrassing for her, she stood with her mouth open, her eyes wide, because she couldn't believe it.
"What the fuck!" Bant had shouted.
It caused the two kissing boys to quickly break apart, Anakin quickly pulling his hand away from Obi-Wan's ass, Obi-Wan wiping the odd trace of foreign saliva across his lips. Both of them were red in the face, it even looked like Obi-Wan's hair was even redder.
"We can explain Bant." Obi-Wan walked to her, grabbing one of her hands.
"Explain? There's nothing to explain, you were kissing!"
"Don't yell Bant." Anakin approached her likewise, placing a hand on her shoulder, looking behind her trying to observe if there were others behind her.
"Oh by the Maker, I noticed the looks they gave each other before they became Padawans, but I never thought it would come to more than that, they're barely kids."
"We are the same age Bant." Anakin sounded confused, not by the first revelation, but by calling him a child.
"Bant, it's not what it looks like-"
" You were kissing."
"In that you are correct."
"Anakin, you're not helping."
"It's Bant, Obi-Wan, there's no way she didn't notice." Anakin walked up to Obi-Wan giving him a hug from behind. "Besides, she won't say anything will she?"
The two pairs of different colored blue eyes watched her, in total concentration. "No, I won't tell anyone." Bant said, she didn't want to get into that trouble, she just wanted to forget the whole thing.
She walked away from them in giant strides, listening in the background to Obi-Wan scolding Anakin, an Obi-Wan elated at being found out and an Anakin happy that someone else knew about them.
The first time they kissed was such a special moment.
Anakin had caught Obi-Wan off guard, tired of just watching and admiring Obi-Wan's face, Anakin approached with a slight shyness (something rare of him) and crashed his lips to Obi-Wan's.
How old were they, thirteen? Anakin had long been in love, in love with Obi-Wan, but never dared anything, until now, and by the Maker, what he'd been missing.
When Anakin separated from Obi-Wan's lips that time, he watched that white skin adorned with freckles changing to a pinkish, red color. If Obi-Wan had those reactions to other people he would not forgive himself.
Anakin kissed Obi-Wan again, again and again, interrupting Obi-Wan's scoldings trying to repeat the code, Anakin knew he could change Obi-Wan's thinking, because Obi-Wan had a soft spot for him, and he knew it.
Obi-Wan stopped refusing to be kissed, welcoming those slightly dry foreign lips. Obi-Wan took care of his image, always looking perfect, his face free of impurities, his hair well groomed, his braid neatly combed, his body smelling good, his clothes neatly pressed, perfect. That perfection made Anakin even more obsessed, in wanting to belong to that perfection, among his well-kept things, he wanted to be taken care of and to take care of Obi-Wan.
And truth be told, Obi-Wan had no problem letting Anakin have his way, Obi-Wan was attracted enough to the chosen one to deny him anything, a fight, an hour of study, a hug, or a kiss (apparently), he couldn't deny him anything.
Obi-Wan let himself be kissed, that time and the following meetings that were for "training" that ended up being kissing sessions, once or other times very gentle kisses, other times, some more daring kisses, that kind of kisses that he considered uncivilized for using the tongue, but ended up liking it and feeling even better for the fact that Anakin was the one kissing him.
The two Padawans kissed when there was time, when they were in the Temple, and soon progressed a little further, kisses on the mouth were constant, as were quick kisses on the cheeks or forehead, kisses on the neck were more addictive, at first it was weird.
Obi-Wan had seen it from a couple on a mission on Lothal, they seemed to like kissing or being kissed on the neck, so Obi-Wan wasted no time and tried it with Anakin as soon as he returned to the Temple.
Anakin was captivated, not by the fact that Obi-Wan had been the one with the idea (which was weird) but by the audacity of asking him if he could kiss his neck, Anakin clearly agreed, he would accept anything from Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan was very good at kissing Anakin's neck, he did it with a gentleness, until Anakin decided to give it a try, kissing Obi-Wan's neck was also addictive, Obi-Wan's scent was slightly stronger there, and not to mention that, if he sucked hard enough, he could leave some red or purple marks on the opponent's neck.
They were more noticeable than on Anakin's body! Obi-Wan's skin showed those bold session marks they had, Obi-Wan didn't notice, and Anakin didn't want to tell him either, but he knew Obi-Wan would be angry and he didn't want that.
Obi-Wan asked Billaba for makeup with the excuse that he got those marks in a training session, and she got it for him, but told him to be more careful when training.
Something they were really embarrassed to say was about the reactions they had when kissing, especially on the neck, it felt good, that was true, but on the neck it felt even better for Anakin, soon the reaction reached his low part.
The first time he managed to hide it by covering it with his garment, but the second time he was only in a white t-shirt and Jedi pants, so he tried to hide it by covering it with his hand (which was a bad idea), that brush with his hand, it felt good. Anakin wanted to know if Obi-Wan also had that reaction, so he started kissing his neck, forcing Obi-Wan to sit on his legs, out of the corner of his eye he watched Obi-Wan's pants, and he managed to catch that bulge in his pants, and he stopped feeling guilty.
They were both feeling good, they were both aroused, Anakin with curiosity full, moved his hands all over Obi-Wan's torso, caressing that slim body through the white shirt. Until he reached Obi-Wan's pecs, with his two hands he squeezed the flat breasts, drawing a moan from Obi-Wan, a sound he would like to die hearing.
Obi-Wan was feeling good, so he saw no reason to deny Anakin those touches, Obi-Wan had a feeling it would feel even better if he didn't have that white t-shirt getting between the touch of Anakin's hand and his skin. He pulled away from Anakin, leaving the tan-skinned one in slight confusion, only to watch as that boy's eyes widened as he watched Obi-Wan remove his shirt, leaving his upper body bare.
It looked like Anakin was drooling, reacting instantly, giving Obi-Wan a short kiss on the mouth, then leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and finally reaching Obi-Wan's chest, his skin was even whiter in that sector, with short hair adorning the middle of his chest.
Now Anakin was even more entranced, Obi-Wan's nipples were pink, a very nice color, his nipples were erect, two nice slightly hard ones, it was as if they were watching him and saying "touch us". Anakin would listen to them.
He touched his nipples with his fingers, rubbing the tip of one with his thumb, losing patience and taking one of his buttons into his mouth, sucking, playing with his tongue with the pink button, Anakin looked up, only to watch Obi-Wan biting his lower lip.
He stayed like that for a short time, kissing Obi-Wan's breasts, trying to ignore the pain in his cock from not being attended to.
"Anakin." Obi-Wan's voice mentioning his name broke him from his kisses, Anakin bringing his face level with Obi-Wan's face.
"Did I do something you didn't like Obi?" Anakin asked worriedly.
"No, but..." Obi-Wan was now even redder. "I'm, I'm hard." He said in a whisper.
"Me too." Anakin spoke quickly, he may have said it with slight emotion. "Can we?"
"You mean touch us?"
"It's not like we're doing anything different than that right now."
Obi-Wan nodded his head, he was still blushing, Anakin by a miracle let him pull away, because when he saw him like that, Anakin would want to hug him and never let go.
Anakin took off his shirt, and also his pants along with his underwear, his cock was swollen releasing pre-seminal fluid from the tip. He looked up watching Obi-Wan turn his back to him as he pulled off what was left of his clothes.
Obi-Wan's ass was white, and very round, would squeezing it be a different sensation than touching Obi-Wan's breasts?
Obi-Wan turned around with one hand gripping his forearm, showing his shyness, Anakin shamelessly approached Obi-Wan, the two of them approaching Anakin's bed, Obi-Wan lying on his back and Anakin in front of him between his legs.
Anakin couldn't take his eyes off Obi-Wan's penis. "It's very white..." Anakin said with his mouth open.
"Excuse me?"
"Look at mine, it's much darker than yours, yours is pink and white, it's pretty."
Anakin touched Obi-Wan's penis, rubbing the skin over and down, revealing the glans of the penis, white pearls protruding from the tip of the penis, Anakin crushed the white pearls with his thumb, rubbing the liquid all over the tip.
"I don't know if calling my penis pretty is a good thing." Obi-Wan wasn't looking at Anakin's face, he was looking at Anakin's penis.
"You can touch it." Anakin spoke quickly. "I mean, if you want to."
Obi-Wan didn't answer him, reaching out and with his hand touching Anakin's penis, drawing a moan from the tanned young man.
The two were touching each other's dicks, Anakin to Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan to Anakin, it was a fantasy come true.
Anakin made a little more force in his grip, bringing his hand up and down faster, Obi-Wan doing the same with his hand. Anakin moved closer to Obi-Wan, their legs together, and their cocks touching, Obi-Wan removed his hand from Anakin's penis, starting to pinch himself on his nipples.
The tanned man grabbed both penises, with one hand, rubbing them, moving his hand up and down again, rubbing preseminal fluid on the two tips, mixing the liquids, making the limbs even more slippery.
Grunts and moans echoed in the room, Anakin felt really close, he would soon come, watching his two penises being rubbed together by it and seeing Obi-Wan touching his own nipples was an incentive to come.
And so he did, spilling cum on both of their chests, Obi-Wan as well as him spilling his cum on his chest, they were young, they didn't plan to last long, but for them to finish at the same time was like telling Anakin that they were made for each other.
Anakin scooped up some of Obi-Wan's cum spilled on his chest, taking it into his mouth, tasting the salty half sweet taste.
"Don't do that Anakin."
"It came out of you, I don't see the problem with it." He moved closer to Obi-Wan, giving him a kiss on the mouth.
"That's uncivilized-"
Another kiss.
"What are we going to do?"
"Bant won't tell anyone Obi-Wan, she's our friend after all."
"Anakin." Another kiss interrupted him.
"Trust her." Anakin stroked Obi-Wan's padawan braid. "At least it was her and not someone else, though she reacted less than I expected."
Anakin hugged Obi-Wan, patting his waist.
They both knew they had a good circle of friends, trusted friends, anyone in their circle who would find out, they wouldn't say anything, after all, if they were happy why ruin it?
Qui-Gon really knew what was going on between those two.
He suspected it at first when he saw Anakin's reaction to meeting Obi-Wan, eyes shining, pupils dilated, the boy straightened his back, trying to look a little taller than the other boy.
In that instant he realized that Anakin was trying to look stronger than Obi-Wan, he was just a little boy, tanned by the suns of Tatooine, not so thin due to his mother's care. Anakin wanted to look strong to prove he could take care of Obi-Wan, something that caused Qui-Gon much gratitude.
As Anakin grew older those looks at Obi-Wan didn't diminish, they increased, Qui-Gon paid attention to Anakin's surroundings, but when Anakin was fourteen, that boy had a smile on his face that he swore he had only seen in the presence of the boy's mother, but Anakin walked all over the Temple, with a smile.
Even Windu was surprised that day, to see Anakin showing him no scowl and a smile instead, Windu asked Qui-Gon if Anakin was sick, he was laughed at.
Qui-Gon could only deduce that something good had happened that day, and that it had encouraged Anakin to pawn his role as a Padawan in a very successful way in his mission.
He soon realized who was responsible for that smile.
Obi-Wan was looking at Anakin in the same way, although in a much, much more discreet manner.
Qui-Gon didn't know if his former Master, Dooku knew about it, but if he could tell for sure his Master would.
Something had happened between them, that coincidentally after a training session between them, they always wore a smile on their face, eyes shining, a look of... in love.
Qui-Gon wasn't against that kind of relationship, he didn't think that attachments could lead you to the dark side.
But those two had something, he sensed it, the force told him so.
And exactly that day, that day he confirmed it, although he didn't try to show surprise to avoid the two of them being uncomfortable, Qui-Gon put on notes teaching Anakin to close the door to his room.
"Yes! We finally managed to talk in a civilized manner with the people of that planet and everything was settled."
Obi-Wan was telling about his mission to Anakin, talking to him about how proud he was that he realized he was very good with words and convincing people, like a diplomat, no, like a negotiator.
"Come and tell me more."
Anakin was sitting on his bed, feet touching the floor, legs slightly apart. Obi-Wan didn't think much of it, used to being so close to Anakin, he couldn't deny him anything, because he simply didn't want to.
Obi-Wan sat on Anakin's legs, straddling him, one leg on each side. Obi-Wan soon continued to tell about his mission, explaining many things to Anakin, who, by the way, was paying attention as he caressed his lover, could he call him that? Anakin wondered.
Caressing Obi-Wan's Padawan braid, and his really short hair, he had cut it, after observing that many Padawans had it short, and since Dooku, his master, had never demanded that, Obi-Wan did it himself, of course it was difficult, several uneven parts that Dooku later fixed.
Anakin shed tears at the sight of Obi-Wan's short hair, he wasn't happy, why cut his hair when it looked perfect on him? Anakin grabbed the habit of stroking his red hair, hoping to see it long and wavy again, as it should be.
"Anakin." The aforementioned looked up, meeting those blue eyes reaching a slightly gray hue. "You're not paying attention to me."
"I am." Anakin patted Obi-Wan's waist. "But I'm also thinking about the future when your hair is long again, it's so silly that you cut it off."
Before listening again to the story of why he'd cut it, Anakin slipped his restless hands inside Obi-Wan's pants, kneading the cheeks, his ass so soft and smooth. "I missed you."
"You always miss me..." Obi-Wan mentioned before giving Anakin a soft kiss. "But I miss you just the same."
The force blessed them with being honest, something they were both grateful for, they tried not to keep their thoughts to themselves and always told each other everything (almost always).
The tanned young man upon hearing Obi-Wan blushed, his pupils dilating at the sight of Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan.
It's all he can hear and hold in his mind.
Anakin, Anakin, Anakin, Anakin.
What the force always whispers to Obi-Wan, as advice, as if he will guide him to be with Anakin, and how not to accept the son of the force.
Neither had the strength to formalize anything, or even touch on the subject of: what is their relationship?
Anakin would be happy to say it, to touch the subject, but he knew Obi-Wan was different, he doubted a lot, Anakin doesn't have the strength to see Obi-Wan doubt about them, about what they are.
They kiss, softly, like they are caressing a rose, like they are trying to feel the texture of a sunflower, addicted like the spice of Naboo, like that drug that calms you down, like Millaflower, Obi-Wan was his Millaflower. They caress each other, touch everything, run all over, Anakin runs all over, his arms, his back, the curve of his waist, his backside. Obi-Wan caresses his neck of Anakin, with his fingertips, resting his hands on the other's shoulders, resting his, rubbing his ass on Anakin's growing bulge.
It was heaven for Anakin.
Anakin pressed Obi-Wan to his crotch, moving the red-haired man's ass into his crotch, making him rub hard. Still their lips pressed together, their bold tongues crashing against each other, saliva mingling.
The friction becoming more desperate, more needy.
Obi-Wan stood up, pulling off all the clothes that bothered him on the spot, Anakin undressing quickly, to admire Obi-Wan taking off his clothes slowly, very careful not to fold them too much, Anakin rubbing his already hard, swollen cock as he watched Obi-Wan turn his back to him to pull down his underwear and watch his small, round ass.
"I got ready before I came." Obi-Wan mentioned to sit back down on top of Anakin.
"Then you already had this planned..." Anakin's husky, precocious voice echoed in Obi-Wan's ears, causing his cock to shiver.
"Maybe."
Obi-Wan pushed Anakin onto the bed, the last mentioned resting his back on the mattress. Watching as Obi-Wan only played with his cock, not riding it, just rubbing it with his ass, as the white cock swayed to the rhythm of Obi-Wan's movement.
Anakin stroking the red-haired man's thighs, the texture of his skin well manicured, with hair growing on it, but really thin hair. He didn't plan on saying anything to Obi-Wan, he liked Obi-Wan seeking pleasure from him, using him just to cause himself pleasure, Anakin would let himself be used by Obi-Wan.
He reached up to touch the swaying cock, touching that pre-seminal drop coming out of Obi-Wan, taking it into his mouth, tasting it, that salty taste.
Obi-Wan tired of just rubbing his ass with Anakin's cock, raising his hips and grabbing the opposing cock, lining it up in his hole, shuffling it in little by little, first capturing just the tip, moving even lower, capturing the whole cock in his hole, feeling Anakin's public hairs on his bottom.
Watching with his mouth open, trying not to cum just watching and feeling it enter Obi-Wan.
They had tried it three months ago for the first time, at fifteen they already had access and knew how to access private places on the holonet, Obi-Wan found the idea from there.
Agreeing on a specific day, preparing properly and trying it, Anakin didn't know how to thank the holonet, though of course he was a little jealous, Obi-Wan had entered those sides of the holonet for a reason, but he wanted to think it was to find out the different ways to feel good with Anakin, because even if the rubbing of their two cocks touching, or watching each other masturbate was enough, doing this act, of sticking Obi-Wan's cock in, was fabulous.
So they continued, maybe one that, again swapping places, discovering that Obi-Wan liked to get his cock in, and Anakin couldn't be bothered to get his cock in.
Anakin wouldn't hold out long, grabbing Obi-Wan's hips, swapping positions, Obi-Wan leaning his back against the bed, Anakin grabbing Obi-Wan's calves, pushing his knees into Obi-Wan's chest, bending him like an egg, spreading his legs to show his cock red with arousal, and the hole still open.
He licked his lips, lining his cock back up in the other's hole, slowly pushing it in, watching that signature ring suck his cock, coming out going in, touching that very specific spot that managed to open Obi-Wan's mouth screaming.
Obi-Wan bringing a hand to Anakin's hip, watching him with those eyes of, fuck me even harder.
So he did.
Anakin moved harder, the clash of fur, of Anakin's testicles colliding with the lower skin of Obi-Wan's hole, that distinctive sound that sounded like clapping, three, two, one. Anakin had finished inside Obi-Wan, spilling his entire being inside him, Obi-Wan still sucking him, and cumming on top of his stomach, that white liquid shipping Obi-Wan's navel and chest.
Staying in the same position, Anakin still inside him, and Obi-Wan with one hand on Anakin's hip. Both red-faced, bodies sweaty, throats rasping from the screams or grunts they let out in the act.
But not everything was perfect.
The sound of the door opening left them still, Obi-Wan raising his head, meeting Qui-Gon's wide eyes, Anakin looking sideways at his Master watching from the doorway at his naked Padawan, still inside another Padawan.
"Master! I-" Anakin couldn't even finish speaking.
The door closed quickly, causing a hush to fall over the place.
Anakin looked back at me at Obi-Wan who stood with a flushed face, his mouth open in surprise, eyes really wide.
He looked down, watching himself still connected to Obi-Wan. Pulling his pelvis away, watching as semen spurted from the gaping hole.
"Anakin, stop watching." Obi-Wan scolded him. "We need to talk to your Master, this-"
Obi-Wan let out a sigh, he really didn't want to face Qui-Gon. He got out of bed grabbing paper, wiping what he could, grabbing his clothes and getting dressed. He turned around looking at Anakin still with his mouth open watching him, with the help of the force he threw his clothes off of Anakin.
"Anakin!"
He reacted as his view was blocked by his own clothes preventing him from seeing Obi-Wan getting dressed, reluctantly grabbing them, getting dressed.
"He won't tell us anything Obi."
There was that blessed sub-name, Obi-Wan would melt when he was called that by the tanned man.
"We don't know Anakin..."
The two left the room, Obi-Wan with his face down still flushed, already imagining what his life outside the Jedi Order will have to be like, trying to guess where he would have to work to support them. Anakin, however, stood with his head held high, a smile on his face.
They watched Qui-Gon sitting on the floor, with three cups on the table, two with tea and one with milk. Clearly we knew which cup was for whom.
They sat on the floor, across from Qui-Gon.
"We can explain-" Obi-Wan spoke only to be interrupted.
"Do I have to explain to you how the room lock works?"
Obi-Wan would rather be scolded than have Qui-Gon explain how to keep a relationship secret.
"I missed locking it." Anakin spoke so calmly that Obi-Wan would ask how many times this happened to him, but he knew Anakin was only interested in him. "It won't happen again."
"You're not going to scold us?"
"Why would he?"
"Because this is not allowed, and it can lead to attachments."
"But attachments don't lead you to the dark side, especially if you know that attachment is healthy. Is it healthy Anakin?"
"Totally healthy." Anakin replied enthusiastically.
"I don't see the problem then, you'll be sixteen in a little while, you know what you're doing."
He couldn't look Qui-Gon in the face for more than ten rotations, he was embarrassed, not by the fact that he knows he and Anakin have a thing, but by the fact that he has seen him naked, in a setting he shouldn't have seen of his padawan.
Anakin hadn't minded, and while before Anakin was cautious with Qui-Gon about his relationship with Obi-Wan, now he didn't have a caution, even Anakin would talk to him about his day to day life with Obi-Wan (of course not the explicit moments).
Qui-Gon, well, he really would have liked to find out by seeing them kissing and not doing something else, like what he saw them doing, but he was happy with Anakin having something to lean on besides him, Obi-Wan was a great partner, and he would help Anakin in staying on the light side in case something happened.