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[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.

[neverjedi]

He was standing in the middle of his living room, wearing nothing but underwear, clothes scattered around, with a game of Candy Land at his feet. The lights were on, Anakin was still completely dressed and he -

was absolutely comfortable.

The hand on the back of his neck was perfect and tilted his head slightly back in response to the light pressure, which had the benefit of making it very very easy to meet the kiss. His hand settled on Anakin's hip, grip light and warm.

Which was where he started in the kiss - light and warm. Soft, but intent and focused. He managed to stay that way even while he gently grabbed Anakin's lower lip with his teeth and tug gently, before pulling back, looking at Anakin for just a moment, and coming right back to the kiss, this time pushing slightly up and into it.

[darkforcerising]

It shouldn't have come as any surprise that Obi-Wan kissed back, any yet until the actual moment that he did, there was doubt. Doubt Anakin was extremely willing to dash to pieces as he returned want for want.

Obi-Wan biting him was another welcome surprise. But again, upon reflection, Anakin concluded he really shouldn't have been surprised. Just about everything the man did was a sharp but pleasing tease.

As the kiss deepened, Anakin moved his hand, letting it travel unhurried down Obi-Wan's spin. The feel of his skin, his body, the kiss, taking his breath away. But he didn't care. Obi-Wan could have it.

[neverjedi]

He settled his hands on Anakin's hips and pulled him in, not quite flush, not actually against him but close. Pressed into the hollows in front of Anakin's hips with his thumbs, gentle but firm. Something about being as close to naked as he was and feeling rough denim under his hands was... exciting.

Muscle tightened, shifted, relaxed and slid under his skin as Anakin's hand trailed down his back and he-

groaned deeply in the back of his throat and turned the kiss just a little more demanding and a little more heated.

[darkforcerising]

For that wonderful encouragement from Obi-Wan, when Anakin's hand reached the small of Obi-Wan's back he pushed them together. He wanted something - someone - to lean into, to press against, an anchor for him as he was being swept away by the kiss.

He wanted more, hand splaying on Obi-Wan's back as he broke the kiss to learn how the man's jaw, neck, shoulder felt against his lips.

[neverjedi]

With Anakin bent down, doing things to his neck that made him gasp sharply and his pant against Anakin's skin, was perfectly positioned for Obi-Wan to sling an arm around his neck, to keep him there.

Pulled in tight against Anakin, other hand still firm on Anakin's hip, he was perfectly positioned to back up and pull Anakin with him, until he could have the added support of a wall.

No way was he going to be pinning a military vet with PTSD to anything.

Once he was against that wall, though, he got a lot more active, pulling Anakin in, solid and definitive, so that their legs slotted together and used his teeth to bite and lightly tug at the collar of Anakin's shirt, before turning his attention to the skin just under it.

[darkforcerising]

Anakin needed little encouragement to stay at Obi-Wan's neck and shoulder, oh and his neck again. He needed even less encouragement to follow Obi-Wan to the wall. It finally gave him something comfortable - both physically and mentally - to do with his right arm, he could brace himself. His left hand now moving to Obi-Wan's side to explore new territory- fuck, the man's muscles under his fingers sent heady thoughts racing through his mind.

He hissed sharply in Obi-Wan's ears when the man bit him, but it was just a pause, enough to say, "Don't stop," before he was back to that neck- shoulder- now he was teasing his ear with his teeth.

With a devilish thought, he rolled his hips against Obi-Wan's, making a point to move the slowest over Obi-Wan's cock.