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[darkforcerising]

"Well, okay." Anakin rolled the dice, got seven, and then moved his yellow piece. But instead of going the spaces according to the dice, he added one, moving eight spaces instead. Just to see what Obi-Wan would do.

[neverjedi]

What Obi-Wan did was get very confused, double check to make sure he was right and then just gave Anakin a look that was wounded.

And put the piece back one, where it went.

...maybe he was taking it that seriously.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin was grinning, knowing exactly what he and Obi-Wan were doing. "Are you sure that goes there?"

[neverjedi]

"If this is your idea of not safe for work, I have some news for you...." He was playing along with the tease with the remark though. "Yes, I'm sure that's where it goes."

[darkforcerising]

"Oh! This isn't not safe for work. If we were doing that- we'd take off clothes ever turn or some ever increasing sexual dare," Anakin said. "This is me see how quickly you get fed up with me. Because I think that goes-" he took a finger and ever so slowly nudged the piece forward one space.

[neverjedi]

He lifted his eyebrows a bit - but then smirked, stretched out his legs while he leaned back on his arms, and toed his sneakers off.

Call his bluff.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin watched with an amused look, and unconsciously lick his lip. His eyes traveled back up to Obi-Wan's slowly.

"Your turn."

[neverjedi]

He stretched out on his side, propped on one elbow to make his move, got a 6 and moved the actual number of spaces he was supposed to.

"Back to you."

Yeah, there was now a definite dare in play.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin picked up the dice. "What do I owe you for you following the rules?"

[neverjedi]

"Are you offering to pay me for following the rules?" He pretended to be scandalized. "You come skating with me again."

He wasn't trying to make Anakin a figure skater, but proficient and comfortable? Sure.

[darkforcerising]

He thought that over and while he did, he just decided to let his eyes come to rest on Obi-Wan's mouth. "Sure."

And then he rolled the dice without watching, he was watching Obi-Wan. He only broke contact to move his piece nine spaces, whether or not that was the reading on the dice. Then he was back to watching Obi-Wan.

[neverjedi]

He kept his eyes steadily on Anakin, unfastened his belt with one hand and pulled it free of his belt loops and tossed it lightly at Anakin.

He wasn't smirking, but it was a damn close thing.

"Great. Get good enough and I'll introduce you to something really fun."

[darkforcerising]

"I don't think-" He laughed, and batted away the belt. "I'm not sure what you're enticing me to do."

[neverjedi]

"Neither am I," he admitted, also laughing a bit, "but I'm having fun and you're not objecting."

[darkforcerising]

Anakin didn't have an objection to that either.

He almost told Obi-Wan to go, but stopped himself, and instead moved his piece forward another two spaces.

[neverjedi]

He straightened up exactly far enough to peel his t-shirt off and throw it directly into Anakin's face, and made his own move immediately.

[darkforcerising]

He pulled the shirt off his head and put it behind him. "I'm assuming that's mine now." Was he talking about the shirt or the view?

"What do I owe you this time?"

[neverjedi]

Well, the view certainly was. "If you're keeping my shirt? About ten dollars," he said, tone incredibly dry. "Otherwise, you can take off your shoes and get comfortable."

...No, he wasn't going to take it further with Anakin.

Manners.

[darkforcerising]

"Hey, keep what you kill," Anakin said back.

But he did kick off his shoes, both of them. Shoes he was willing to do.

He didn't bother with the dice this time, he just moved his piece five spaces.

[neverjedi]

"Has this turned into a game of chicken?" he asked, philosophically.

He sat up, took his socks off and tossed those on top of his shoes before he settled back down and played correctly.

"And are you implying you killed me, or my shirt?"

[darkforcerising]

"I don't know what we are playing. And I killed your shirt. You are clearly," Anakin gestured to all of Obi-Wan. And left it at that before picking up Obi-Wan's piece and putting it on the blobby brown monster.

[neverjedi]

Both of his eyebrows went up at that, though whether it was Anakin's very blatant cheating, that he was clearly... something, or just the fact that he was down to pants, and Anakin was, still, pushing.

He stood up, unbuttoned his jeans and stopped there. "You know, with the cheating you can win any time." Or he could not. Just, making sure there, Anakin. Doing the polite thing.

While playing strip cheat candy land.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin wished he could wipe the grin from his face as he picked up Obi-Wan's piece and removed it from the board. Just held onto it. But he couldn't do it with a straight face, Obi-Wan would just have to know that Anakin was enjoying whatever it was that they were doing.

[neverjedi]

He rolled his eyes, but he also laughed and pushed his jeans down off his hips and kicked them away.

Luckily for them both he was wearing a pair of boxer briefs.

He was (clearly) absolutely not shy. Too many locker rooms, for the reason for that the same as long, narrow, bruises across the tops of his thighs.

"I'd throw those at you too but I like these jeans."

[darkforcerising]

The smile didn't so much as slip from Anakin's face as is was transformed by a look of wanton longing. He breathed a few shallow breaths and then dropped the piece and pushed himself to stand up. He stepped across the board, across the distance between them, hand slipping to the nape of Obi-Wan's neck, and leaned in to do to that mouth what he'd been thinking about for days - finally kiss him.