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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Wars_Prequel_Trilogy
  Relationship:
      Obi-Wan_Kenobi/Anakin_Skywalker
  Character:
      Obi-Wan_Kenobi, Anakin_Skywalker, random_Jedi_namedropping
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Teacher-Student_Relationship,
      Top!Anakin, Bottom!Obi-Wan, Underage_Drinking, i_created_a_whole_other
      ao3_account_to_write_this_because_the_premise_is_pretty_gross, come_play
      in_the_trash_with_me, I_wrote_this_because_I'm_doing_exams_and_I_miss
      getting_shitfaced, Anakin_is_17, Obi-Wan_is_his_canon_age_(33_I_think?)
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-15 Words: 4208
****** The Crawl ******
by cumslutkenobi
Summary
     Politics teacher Obi-Wan is doing a pub crawl with the gang and bumps
     into a familiar face.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
The party fragmented just after Mace had gotten his Über and Yoda had slunk off
somewhere, apparently bored of the antics of his tipsy employees.
Both had realized several years back that providing drinks for this many
employees in a rented venue was more trouble than it was worth; so the large
pub that seemed on the constant verge of getting closed down, in spite of its
large patronage, at the end of the high street was their annual gathering
place. Teachers could drink to their heart’s content and not cost the Head of
the board or his deputy a penny.
Another bonus was that the party could travel as the night went on, waving Dex
a rueful goodbye and staggering on to the various clubs that could be found by
going deeper into the city.
Which was exactly what Kit seemed to be encouraging the younger teachers to do
right now, a jaunty grin on his face that was characteristic of him, but with a
wildness that screamed ‘the last day of winter term’. Whilst Kit herded the
range of twenty-somethings outside to dole out directions to them, Obi-Wan saw
a familiarly calm face beckon for him to come over.
“I’m going home it a while, Obi-Wan. Will you be joining the crawl this year?”
“I'm not particularly compelled one way or another.”
Plo nodded sagely before tilting his chin in the direction of the door.
“Well if you’re looking for a reason, I’d like for someone to keep an eye on
Kit.”
Obi-Wan considered the request and turned to observe his co-worker out of the
large windows, who seemed to have gotten up on top of a phone booth to organize
the small hoard consisting of varying levels of drunk.
Kit Fisto was actually older than Obi-Wan by at least a decade, yet he could
understand the need for someone to force Kit to stop being the burst of energy
that could sustain a party for hours, and responsible Obi-Wan was a perfect
candidate to get the life of the party into a car home once the party was over.
Or at least Plo was led to believe by his emphasis on caution when teaching.
Plo had never stuck around long enough to see the behavior of an intoxicated
Obi-Wan Kenobi when he had just finished teacher training upon Qui-Gon’s
retirement.
Kit on the other hand, knew exactly what Obi-Wan drunk was like, having had to
prop up the weight of a much younger Obi-Wan who fawned over him relentlessly,
his former pupil Bant having to drag her flushed and flirtatious friend away
from their flattered if highly amused senior.
Since then, Obi-Wan had gained a much firmer constitution, and most excursions
with him featured heavy-moderate drinking with barely a rosy tint on his cheek.
This suited him down to the ground, and he wasn't inclined to go out get
hammered very often, usually preferring to get drunk quicker at home, alone or
with company.
However, given that Plo had asked him specifically to do something, Obi-Wan
felt his hands were tied in the current situation, assenting before slamming
back his brandy. With a shake of the hand and a kiss on the cheek, the friends
exchanged goodbyes, both drawing coats around them to step into the biting
December breeze.
Kit called out an excitable farewell from the other side of the crowd that had
Plo rolling his eyes almost imperceptibly behind small, dark spectacles and
raising a hand to return the sentiment. He and Obi-Wan went their separate
ways, Plo snaking down passed the roundabout towards the park, and Obi-Wan
melding with the back of the crowd.
Most of the crowded teachers were actually lined up along the pavement to
organize carpools, only a minority following Kit’s bouncing steps. Digging his
hands into his leather jacket, Obi-Wan caught up the the splinter of his
staggering co-workers. Most of them were new enough to the job and distant
enough from his department that they were surprised to see the kind if mild
history and politics teacher jogging towards them. The older few were equally
surprised but began talking about the possibility of seeing him drunk again.
“I shouldn't get your hopes up, I’m just here as a favor to Plo.” Obi-Wan said,
casting a look down to the amused one on Even Piell’s haggard face.
Even convinced Obi-Wan to have a cocktail at the first bar, prying the lager
from his hands and replacing it with a ‘something cheap with rum’. Obi-Wan gave
I'm a thankful ‘stop meddling’ and took a sip, nursing it and watching Shaak Ti
politely fend off her enamored department members. Her powerful yet
approachable nature led to crushes that grew like fungus, with the alcohol
turning professionals into overly amorous messes tonight.
Shaak bought him a vodka and Coke in the second bar as thanks for discreetly
calling her a cab and stealing her away from her teaching assistant, who seemed
to be on the verge of confessing her eternal love for her boss. Like Obi-Wan,
Shaak had a high tolerance for alcohol, but it still made her blunter that her
usual calm self. Pressing a kiss to his temple, and money for a second drink
into his hand, Shaak bowed out from the party and left for home before she
would have to break the hearts of her fan club.
By the third, Quinlan had crashed the party, having surprised his friends after
telling them his plane was due to land back home in a week from today.
Quinlan’s excursions teaching abroad were quite long and fairly frequent, but
they maintained contact via group chat, so that Quin could keep up to date on
the gossip in their circle.
Him and Aayla were in wrapped in a bear hug as soon as they spotted each other,
with Kit and Obi-Wan joining them after hearing their laughter over heavy bass.
That was when things began to go down-hill.
After the shots that Quin forced his friends to do, Obi-Wan had loosened up
enough to buy his own booze, then other people’s for them, becoming more
enthused with each drink. Calm conversation turned into raucous storytelling
and soon enough he was being encouraged onto the dance floor.
Luckily by that point the party had dwindled to only six or so teachers, none
of them liable to spread how sensually Obi-Wan rolled his hips in time to the
slow music. Brushing fingers, cool from holding his beer, up to pull his fringe
out of his eyes, Obi-Wan scanned the sea of other dancers but found himself
dizzy from intoxication.
As the song ended and he began to back up against the wall to take a breather,
he bumped into another body that cradled him around his ribs upon impact. With
an apology on his lips, he began to turn around.
“Sorry about that, I really must-“
“Sir?!”
Obi-Wan blinked and strained his eyes in the darkness to confirm the suspicions
his ears had roused.
“Anakin?”
The face of his pupil was drawn up in blank surprise. Judging from the rosy hue
he radiated, he was too drunk to really comprehend what was happening in a
timely fashion, so Obi-Wan felt compelled to pull the child from his internal
conflict.
Patting Anakin’s cheek clumsily he reassured him.
“I won't tell the school, you needn’t worry.”
Anakin then managed to snap his jaw shut and nodded in thanks. Obi-Wan furrowed
his brow and tried to slip back into his role as a teacher, however poorly it
fit when he was drunk, with a student still wrapped around him awkwardly.
“Though don't think I’m just going to let you off, what are you doing here?
You’re-“ he paused and did some mental recall, “you’re seventeen. Aren't you
Anakin?”
His voice trailed into a tone that was more inquisitive than it should have
been.
“Um, yeah. But I'm gonna be eighteen real soon, and I only used my ID to get
in, I haven't been buying beer with it or anything.” Anakin mumbled lowly.
Obi-Wan snorted.
“I can tell you're drunk Anakin, I've already caught you; there’s no reason to
lie.”
“I'm not that drunk!” Anakin growled petulantly, “And I’m not lying either,
someone else is buying for me.”
“That’s also illegal Anakin.”
Just as the deer in the headlights look began to re-emerge, Obi-Wan rolled his
eyes and huffed an impatient breath.
“If I were sober you’d have been dragged outside an given an earful, but I
simply cannot be fucked right now.”
With that he took another swig from his bottle, which had become lukewarm
during their confrontation. Grimacing, he began mumbling to himself.
“Of course I have to carry on trying to be a mentor even when getting drunk…”
It was at that point that Anakin stopped feeling like a child caught in the act
by an adult, because Mr. Kenobi himself wasn't in a position to take control of
the situation. The realization caused a bubbling laugh to rise up his throat
and a raised eyebrow from the man with a hand still on his chest.
“What was that for?”
Anakin let a hesitant grin slide on to his face, looking down at his teacher.
“It’s just weird to see a teacher drunk.”
Tilting his head in acknowledgement, Obi-Wan untangled himself from the lanky
mess of limbs and came to lean of the wall beside Anakin.
“Well you if you'll avert your attention to the bar you'll see a familiar set
of faces making idiots of themselves.”
Taking his eyes off the delicate way Mr. Kenobi held himself on the wall,
Anakin’s gaze swiveled around to where a man was gesticulating wildly, his
dreads swing with each movement as a severe looking woman broke into guffaws.
“Is that the counsellor? Mr. Fisto?” Anakin focused his vision on the two
through the strobe lights, “And that French teacher? Ms… Ms…”
“Ms. Secura? Yes, Aayla and Kit have been entertaining themselves since the
other members of our party called it a night.”
Returning his attention to the shorter man at his side, Anakin prodded this
strange conversation further, keen to get to know what was behind the collected
persona that was put on for students.
“But not you? Never considered you much of a party animal, Mr. Kenobi.”
“Well, I'm not usually, I’m more of a stay at home alcoholic. And you can call
me Obi-Wan if you like.” It’s not as though the setting could get more
informal, Obi-Wan thought.
“Well it's weird seeing you drunk too Obi-Wan,” he chucked in response, “You
still kept your sarcasm though. If anything it's gotten worse.”
About to open his mouth to respond with another bit of snark, Obi-Wan thought
better of it and self consciously turned his head to the side. Anakin used the
reach of his body to crane a look at Obi-Wan’s face, only to be foiled by
gravity and land with a smack of his palms on the floor.
Poorly stifled giggles came from behind him as he saw brogues and the cuffs of
tight jeans come into view. Looking up, a significantly more relaxed Mr. Kenobi
offered him a hand.
“Your knack for getting yourself in trouble seems to be the same as when you're
sober.”
They talked a while longer, familiarity flooding the awkward tension of their
interaction until both were caught in casual banter for a longer time than Obi-
Wan would care to admit. Anakin had never been all that interested in politics,
merely wanting something to talk about with his friend Padmé, but had confessed
to staying because of how engaging Obi-Wan had made the lessons. Whilst his
other subjects centered more around practical skills or science, he enjoyed the
reprieve of lessons with Obi-Wan. And the fact that he could always consult
Padmé made the homework just about manageable.
Luckily the music in the venue was quiet enough to hold a conversation, even if
the lights were poorly timed to the music, thrusting the room into darkness
every ten seconds. The darkness was what led to them getting closer and closer
to each other without noticing that Obi-Wan was pretty much cocooned by Anakin
in the corner. It was only when they’d slid down to sit on the floor that his
head had hit Anakin’s shoulder, his hand curled against the boy’s chest. When
the palm connected to the arm currently slung around his waist brushed his bare
hip, he jerked up and pulled his shirt down from where it had ridden up.
Obi-Wan’s gaze swept to the young, contented face that creased with concern
over his sudden movement. Christ, he’s seventeen, Obi-Wan’s brain reprimanded
him. With an awkward cough, he unwrapped the long limbs from around him and
began to stand, his knees clicking in punishment. Anakin seemed to have another
idea and grabbed on to a belt-loop, pulling him closer.
“What’s the matter?”
“This isn't appropriate, Anakin.”
“What isn't?” He said, slightly dazed.
“Anakin, I'm in your lap.”
His hands and eyebrows shot up appeasingly and Obi-Wan used that opportunity to
try to get up again, only succeeding in flailing for a few seconds before
actually standing.
“I, um, I think I’ll be off in a bit.”
Anakin nodded, partly put out by not spending more time with Obi-Wan, but
relieved that there'd be no lecture one exactly why this was inappropriate.
Obi-Wan left the dance floor with considerably less swing in his hips than he’d
came on to it with, Anakin noted as he walked away. Running a hand along his
forehead, he tried to find something other than Obi-Wan to focus on, glancing
towards the bar to look for either of the teachers he’d seen their earlier. He
remembered that Mr. Vos was also supposed to be somewhere around here, but he
couldn't see any of them.
The weight of Obi-Wan on top of him left a shadow of feeling ghosting up his
side. It was more comfortable than he’d felt since Padmé left for university,
having a warm, friendly, if sarcastic body pressed up against him. He could
handle an ensuing crush, but he didn't know if he could handle a fun,
personable teacher becoming shut off from him in his final year of school.
Groaning, he got up from the floor, patting the seat of his jeans down from
combination of spilled alcopop and dust, and walked towards the bathroom.
The light was piercingly bright from the fixture by the mirror, making him
squint as he turned the tap on, washing his hands then bringing cold fingers to
his damp temple. Anakin checked his pockets for his wallet and phone, flicking
through his change to count out his bus fare.
As he opened the door, he heard a sharp curse under ragged breath coming from a
stall.
What was that?
Letting the door bang shut, the puffs of breath sounded in relief and came
faster.
Oh my god, someone is getting off in there.
His nose crinkling in disgust, Anakin was just about to bang on the stall door
and humiliate whoever was in there when he heard another set of mumbling
phrases, this time discernible even at their low pitch.
“-fuck were you thinking Kenobi?” Which was followed sharp intake of breath and
a barely audible string of babbling.
Eyes widening, Anakin listened closer, but on managed to get one other word
from the stream of thought. Anakin.
“Obi-Wan?”
The room went deathly silent.
It stretched on until Anakin wasn't sure if he’d given Obi-Wan a heart attack
or if he would just stay perfectly quiet until the morning came and he was
certain Anakin had left.
“…Anakin.”
His voice was gravelly and laden with false calm.
“So you were thinking about me were you?”
That deep, slow voice gave nothing away, and Anakin was surprised at himself
for maintaining it throughout the arousal that was thrumming through his veins.
In response, Anakin heard the door unlock and Obi-Wan emerge at full height,
coming to face Anakin before casting his head down. His skin glowed pink
against his hastily undone collar and dishevelled jacket, and his hands were
crossed over his jeans, protecting Anakin from seeing the bulge there.
Before Obi-Wan could begin the self-flagellation, Anakin pushed him back into
the stall and locked it quickly before spinning Obi-Wan against it by his
lapels.
Obi-Wan’s head spun as the confession died on his lips, at first he thought
Anakin was angry and about to beat him up in the stall, but having the seeing
the glint in Anakin’s eyes as he was rapidly manoeuvred, Obi-Wan launched into
indignant lecture mode.
“No! Anakin- Absolutely not!” He shoved Anakin’s hands off of him and put them
on his hips. “We are not going to do anything, you're a child! My student! I'm
responsible for you and-“
Anakin wrapped a hand around his mouth to stop the squawking. He’s really not
helping his case when he does things like that, Obi-Wan groaned internally.
Tonight was quickly spiralling out of control.
“Just shut up alright? I get that you're my teacher, and that's an imbalance of
power, and I'm not an adult, even if I am above the age of consent, but please
Obi-Wan. You’re cool and nice and it’s been a long time since I've felt this
comfortable with someone. From what you’ve told me about your life, you could
use a break too. I what to share just this one bit of intimacy with someone and
I want that someone to be you, because you actually care.”
The hand around his mouth slid to cup the side of his jaw, a thumb resting on
his lip. Anakin, surprised at how soft his beard was, came to nuzzle his face
in the crook of his neck.
Hands that were drawn up in surprise then slowly went to hug Anakin’s
shoulders, just holding him there. Anakin’s height should have made it more
awkward to crane into the embrace, but if they did, Anakin didn't show that he
minded.
When he felt a hand come to the back of his head, Anakin took his cue to lean
up and press a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips.
Obi-Wan started, then leaned into the kiss marginally, then broke it, staring
into Anakin’s eyes.
“Are you sure, Anakin?”
Anakin nodded sombrely, before snorting and rolling his eyes.
“If anyone’s taking advantage it's me, you're the drunker one.”
Opening his mouth to voice his concerns over the alcohol that was fuelling
these bad decisions, Obi-Wan was met by another kiss.
His hands fisted ineffectually in Anakin’s t-shirt before bringing them around
his shoulders. As he did so, Anakin shortened the distance between them until
their hips met.
As he felt Obi-Wan lose himself in the kiss, he afforded small bites to his
lips that had Obi-Wan’s hips rolling against his own. It was clear that Obi-Wan
wouldn't make the first move, so Anakin grabbed one hip in his hand and pulled
him closer, bracing the other against the door. Anakin let the kiss grow sloppy
as he turned his attention to getting more pressure on his cock, frequently
breaking the kiss to moan into Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
Obi-Wan shoved a distraught looking Anakin away from him before supplementing:
“We are not going to come in our jeans.”
Slinging an arm around Anakin to pull him closer, he unzipped the other man’s
fly and rolled his jeans and briefs to mid thigh.
The thick length that was leaking pre-cum onto his palm had Obi-Wan wrapping
his hand around the shaft to bring the man teetering precariously above him to
completion but before he could start to jack him off, Anakin stayed his hand
and gathered his breath.
“Can we fuck?”
Obi-Wan exhaled a breath.
“Lube?”
Anakin rummaged through his pockets and brought out a sachet which he handed to
Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan reached into his breast pocket and took out a condom, before
getting out of his jacket and hanging it on the back of the door.
“How do you want to do this Anakin?” Obi-Wan turned back to him expectingly.
He was completely being given the reins over Obi-Wan and the thought made him
swallow thickly; those worn, kind eyes hanging on his direction.
“You, I want to fuck you.” Blinking down he clarified again. “I want to top
you, Obi-Wan.”
There was a nod and finally Obi-Wan was able to free his erection, wobbling
awkwardly getting his jeans over his shoes, only to have Anakin catch his arm
and flash him a reassuring smile. However touching it was, he didn't need to be
reassured, so he pushed Anakin back onto the toilet seat with an eyebrow arched
in defiance.
He tore the packet open with his teeth, careful not to get any of it on his
beard, then lubing up his fingers to trail down to his hole, teasing a finger
tip in with a hiss. As he eased the second in, he was hyperaware of Anakin’s
ravenous gaze raking from where his shirt was drawn up on his stomach, to his
dripping cock, to where he saw Obi-Wan’s digits thrusting into his body.
The rub on his nerves drew Obi-Wan’s muscles taut and his breathing harsh,
letting his head fall back against door as the pleasure wound inside him,
uttering throaty noises at each brush on his prostate. When he met Anakin’s
eyes they were lidded and hungry.
He kicked his shoes off and came to sit on Anakin’s thigh when he beckoned him
over, almost panting with desire. He felt his shirt being undone carelessly and
kisses pressed to each inch of pale skin that lay beneath. When a nipple was
kissed, then sucked, then bitten, Obi-Wan retaliated with a fist around
Anakin’s cock and lips around his ear.
With more strength that Obi-Wan had given him credit for, Anakin swept him up
and pinned him to the door with a thud, stealing a kiss before searching for
his hole with mapping fingers. Sliding one to the knuckle, Anakin let out a
laugh at the noises the man under him was trying to keep down.
“You want me to flip you over? Fuck you into the wall?”
Frantic nodding let him grab hold of Obi-Wan’s waist and turn him over,
admiring his ass for a minute before a pivot of those hips let him know that
Obi-Wan wasn't in the mood to play games. Spreading cheeks open between his
thumbs, Anakin grabbed hold of his cock and began to edge in slowly, his mind
focused on every feeling lighting his nerves on fire.
“Faster, Anakin.” Obi-Wan ground out, throwing a leg up which Anakin grabbed
for more access.
Pressing in harder, a moan warbled from Anakin’s mouth into Obi-Wan’s neck.
Obi-Wan let out a mumbled swear when the head of Anakin’s cock grazed his
prostate.
As the pace grew faster, Obi-Wan grew more vocal, at first just giving
instructions, but it quickly descending into whispered praises that spurred
Anakin on.
“Like that?”
“Yes, Anakin, just like that... fuck, Anakin, so good…”
Each bang of the door in its holdings brought Obi-Wan closer to the edge,
clamping on to it for support as the power of his legs went out from under him
and there was only the door and Anakin holding him up.
When he felt a hand wrap roughly around his shaft, he only lasted a few strokes
before collapsing onto the door, the mess of cum on his stomach pressing
against it. Anakin followed after, fucking Obi-Wan through his climax and
muffling his choked moans on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.
Both stood in the stall like that for a while, letting their heads’ catch up to
their bodies as their breathing slowed and temperatures cooled. Obi-Wan moved
first, reaching behind him to pull Anakin’s cock from his body as Anakin
whimpered from heightened sensitivity. Placing a gentle kiss by his crown, Obi-
Wan slid the condom off and tied it to be chucked away.
As both wriggled back into their clothes, they brushed against each other
tenderly, finally coming to sit on the floor against the door.
“This floor is probably filthy.”
“Probably. You might wanna check your clothes anyway though, the dance floor
had some pretty nasty goop on it too.”
Obi-Wan’s face contorted into a tired grimace, snuggling up further against
Anakin to offset the cold of the tiles.
“You're not very warm, you know.”
“Cold hands; warm heart.” Anakin responded, fingering the warm skin under Obi-
Wan’s shirt teasingly.
After he brushed Anakin’s hand off of his hip, the pair laid in amicable
silence, Anakin’s fingertips tracing up and down Obi-Wan’s wrist and Obi-Wan
laying his head on Anakin’s shoulder.
It was broken by a ringing coming from Obi-Wan’s jacket, which he regretfully
moved away from Anakin to pick up.
“It's my cab, she's just outside.”
Anakin nodded, rising to his feet and offering Obi-Wan a hand. When he went to
pull his hand away, he found it caught in both Obi-Wan’s.
“Get home safe Anakin, and have a good winter break. Email me if you need
anything”
Anakin found himself pulled into a gentle kiss before his hands were released
with a smile of light and laughter-lines.
End Notes
     Writing this I noticed just how often I used eyebrows and breathing
     to express emotion.
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