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laniew1 Ewan was once more going to classes, and though the younglings didn’t stare at him with quite the same amount of awe they still treated him as if he was some sort of celebrity. It was a bit disconcerting and he tried to not let it get to him.
TITLE: Between Space & Time
RATING: R - because Ewan likes to cuss
PAIRING: Ewan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. Ewan owns himself as does anybody else that is a real person in real life. George Lucas owns everyone that that is property of Star Wars. I make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 /
Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 /
Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25 / Part 26 / Part 27 / Part 28
Between Space & Time – Part 29
Ewan was once more going to classes, and though the younglings didn’t stare at him with quite the same amount of awe they still treated him as if he was some sort of celebrity. It was a bit disconcerting and he tried to not let it get to him.
Anakin had insisted on training him on how to use a lightsaber, even though the danger was over and Dooku was dead and Qui-Gon was in Jedi Custody.
‘You still need to know how to protect yourself as a Jedi,’ Anakin had insisted in a tone that brooked no argument.
Of course of all the classes that Yoda and Anakin were forcing him to undertake Ewan had thought that the lightsaber training would have been the easiest so he’d relented easily.
Because he’d known how to do this. He’d trained for months with Hayden, perfecting and honing the skills he needed before they even began thinking about shooting the sequences.
Just the first two minutes they’d been in the training room together had been enough to indicate that Anakin?
Was going to be quite a bit different to train with then Hayden had been.
For one thing he was a lot more serious.
And then there was the fact that Anakin was more Nick then Hayden. He was relentless in his quest to make sure that Ewan knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it and he had absolutely no qualms about knocking Ewan on his ass to make sure he learned it and remembered it.
There’d been an hour long lecture (that Anakin had never finished because he’d stopped and flushed in the middle of it) on proper lightsaber safety protocols before he’d even been allowed to pick up his lightsaber, which had been just plain weird because he’d been wearing it strapped to his belt for weeks with no comments about safety stuff being spouted off at him.
The lecture itself had been fascinating and he’d been listening with rapt interest until Anakin had stopped talking; that was the only excuse he had for why it had taken that long for Ewan to realize that Anakin had been most likely quoting a speech Obi-Wan had forced Anakin to listen to word for word.
And then there was also the fact that they were using real lightsabers instead of sticks and metal rods. Anakin had stopped short at chopping off a limb a number of times.
Ewan would have called for training sabers if he didn’t think that Anakin wouldn’t give him a lecture on how real men didn’t use training sabers and if they were careful and paid attention they wouldn’t hurt each other.
It did not escape Ewan’s notice that Anakin was damned good even if he was holding back, it was probably a fucking good thing that Anakin hadn’t gone evil because there was no way in hell Ewan would have been able to beat him.
Ewan bent over panting, he’d thought he was in shape but after two hours of whirling and fighting and dodging Anakin’s long armed (unfair advantage!) reaches he was decidedly glad that Dooku was dead and there was no one alive to issue that dreaded ‘Order 66’.
He made a mental note to apologize to Chancellor Palpatine for internally besmirching his good name, he’d not gotten to do that yet and he was only half sure that Palpatine was avoiding him in general.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin sounded worried, if course if Ewan took to many breaths at one moment it caused Anakin to worry. It was beginning to get tiresome.
“Fine,” he wheezed, “I’m just… fine…” he waved a hand in Anakin’s general direction and stumbled a few steps away. Falling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. “I’ll just rest for a moment,” he stated decisively. “Carry on without me.”
A look over at him showed Anakin smiling down at him with fondness. Finally he shook his head, sheathed his blade and hooked his saber to his belt before settling cross-legged next to Ewan’s prone body.
“Maybe we should start you on some exercises to build up your endurance,” Anakin mused.
“My endurance is just fine,” Ewan muttered, a glance over showed Anakin grinning at him impishly.
Anakin leaned over him, ran a finger down the side of his face. Ewan shivered.
“I’m sure it is,” Anakin moved, in one of those motions that told Ewan he was using Force stuff that Ewan hadn’t yet managed to gain access to, and was suddenly straddling Ewan’s body.
Hands on either side of his head. Ewan just stared up at him.
“We’re in a training room,” he reminded him in case Anakin had forgotten they weren’t in the privacy of their own apartment, his voice was kind of breathy and soft and he didn’t recognize it at first.
“Yes we are,” Anakin agreed his face a bare fraction of an inch away, Ewan could feel the warm puffs of air as Anakin breathed against his lips. A single movement and they would be kissing.
“The door isn’t locked,” Ewan murmured and he let his hands move so they rested high on Anakin’s legs.
“I tried to seduce you in this very room once,” Anakin said softly, dropping slightly so that Ewan could feel the weight of his body.
“Tried?”
“You told me I was too young, reminded me that if I was serious that you would only allow that to happen once I was no longer your Padawan,” Anakin kissed his cheek, tongue darting out to taste the skin.
Ewan shivered again.
“Once I was knighted you allowed me to seduce you in our rooms, sometimes on the ships that we used to move from mission to mission. But never in this room.”
“Are you going to now?”
Anakin smiled.
“What do you think?”
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Obi-Wan had managed to convince him to wait until they’d returned to the apartment to seduce him. They’d been kissing and touching and almost the second that he’d touched bare skin Obi-Wan had put a halt to things, hands against his shoulders pushing him away.
Anakin had been on the way to being angry, then he’d looked at him. Really looked down at Obi-Wan and saw him. His beloved Master with flushed skin and swollen lips, with a dazed look in his eyes and breath coming in pants and he’d taken a deep breath and centered himself in the Force.
Then he’d let Obi-Wan remind him that they had an apartment.
That they had a home that was theirs, that had a door that locked and comm. units that could be disabled and it hadn't taken much for Anakin to pull him to his feet and out the door.
Because as much as he wanted to seduce Obi-Wan in this room, in the last place where Obi-Wan had spurned his advances before he became a Knight… well he also wanted somewhere where they could be alone together.
Where he could strip him bare and touch him and taste him to his hearts content without worrying if someone was going to walk in on them.
Obi-Wan had flushed harder, face redder than Anakin had ever seen it before and he’d wondered if he was projecting through the Force at the other Jedi.
It had hit him suddenly, like a wall slamming into his face, that for Obi-Wan, still without most of his memories, that this would be their first time.
Again.
He’d touched his cheek and smiled. He would make it good this time, none of the fumbling, hasty movements that had been their original first time together.
Then he’d been young and foolish and hadn’t had a clue what he was doing, he hadn’t been alone in that because, for that matter Obi-Wan hadn’t known what he was doing either.
They’d learned together, they’d learned each others bodies and weak spots and hot spots and now Anakin was older and wiser and he knew exactly what turned Obi-Wan into a gibbering pile of mush.
In this one particular instance he had the advantage, and he was also most definitely not afraid to utilize that knowledge to get the outcome he desired.
It had been a quick jog back to the apartment, his hand tight around Obi-Wan’s wrist as he led the way.
Everyone they passed had to know what was going on, Anakin wasn’t shielding all that well and Obi-Wan hadn’t managed to rid himself of the seemingly perpetual blush.
He barely spared a glance at the colorful contraption still hanging on their door and once the door shut behind them he turned to Obi-Wan with purposeful hands.
Which brought them to where they were, standing in the middle of their main room with Obi-Wan’s hands in his and he was suddenly unsure and nervous, more nervous then he’d been the first time they’d made love and he wouldn’t have thought that possible.
There was a gentle, sweet smile on Obi-Wan’s face and he leaned down to kiss him. A soft touch of their lips and Obi-Wan’s hands moved to his waist, working at his belt with nimble fingers. Allowing it to drop to the floor as he pulled on the light tunic that Anakin had been wearing for their training session, he shivered when he felt Obi-Wan’s fingers against his skin.
And realized that Obi-Wan was slowly, steadily undressing him yet he hadn’t made any progress on undressing Obi-Wan.
He remedied that quickly, keeping his touch as gentle and light as Obi-Wan’s he pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on the ground before reclaiming Obi-Wan’s lips.
Kissing Obi-Wan was one of his favorite pastimes, because he put everything he was in his kisses.
Obi-Wan’s kisses made him believe that he was loved and adored and worshipped by alternating degrees.
He pulled at the pants that Obi-Wan was wearing, loose in the waist and managed without even thinking about it to get them undone and began shoving them down his hips.
Obi-Wan shivered, broke away and gasped and moaned. Neck arching back and Anakin relinquished his lips to attack his neck.
He marked easily, tomorrow there would be love bites on his neck that everyone would see and everyone would know and be reminded that Obi-Wan was his.
He’d forgotten, over the weeks when they’d been just touching and kissing fully clothed that Obi-Wan loved to be touched.
“Anakin,” his name came from somewhere deep within Obi-Wan’s throat, a deep, resonating sound and Anakin bit down on the juncture between his shoulder and his neck. Obi-Wan’s fingers dug into his skin and he moaned.
“I love you,” he murmured breathlessly against Obi-Wan’s skin. He could feel a slight pulse of happiness and Obi-Wan lifted his head, stared into his eyes.
“I love you too,” Obi-Wan said quietly, so softly, like he was afraid if he spoke any louder that it would ruin the moment.
They smiled at each other.
“There should be a bed,” Obi-Wan stated. “Because I’m old and I don’t think my back will take it.”
Anakin laughed, a sudden shock of sound and Obi-Wan’s smile deepened.
“You are not old, you are just perfect,” he said, leaning his face into the touch of Obi-Wan’s hand against his cheek.
He smiled softly.
And blinked, and then narrowed his eyes.
For a second, just a fraction of one, another face had hovered and wavered over Obi-Wan’s.
The clean-shaven, younger looking Obi-Wan that he’d seen when he’d been meditating and trying to find where Obi-Wan was being held.
That hazy, plane where two Obi-Wan’s, identical yet not had stared at him in incomprehension.
And he had the sudden insane urge to ask the man in his arms what his name was.
He buried it and touched his lips against Obi-Wan’s forehead.
This was his Obi-Wan, no matter what he looked like or acted like or had memories of… this was his Obi-Wan now.
And Anakin was keeping him.
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Anakin was sleeping, curled up behind him, arm wrapped possessively around his chest.
Ewan stroked his arm and stared at the wall.
He’d had sex with men before. That thing that Jude and Jonny swore didn’t happen, that had been sex.
He’d known he’d enjoyed it, known it was something that given the opportunity, with the partners that he’d had, that he felt comfortable and safe with, that he would have done it again.
But he hadn’t really been given a chance to think about it after the first time, not with all the denial coming from Jude and Jonny. So he’d hid the tape and he’d buried the feelings and he’d moved on.
Because Jude and Jonny had both hooked up with women that kind of scared Ewan to be honest, and while Sadie would have just cut of his dick (which he was quite attached to and truly didn’t want to lose) because she still, to this day thought of Jude as her own private property, Angie on the other hand…
If she’d ever got wind of what had happened between the three of them he was sure he would have had a knife in his back regardless of the fact that it had happened before she even met Jonny.
Either that or she would have offered to watch. With Angie you could never be sure on any given day how she would respond to the same situation.
He pillowed his head on his arm and leaned back against Anakin’s body. His chest was warm against his back; if he moved just right he could feel that Anakin was hard again.
Anakin’s lips moved against the back of his shoulder and Ewan closed his eyes.
Time to sleep, because when Anakin woke he was pretty sure that they were only leaving the bed to use the Fresher and to get sustenance.
He honestly didn’t have any problem with that.
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Obi-Wan was staring at him when he opened his eyes, just sitting there, silent. It was quite unnerving.
And as a result he sat up in a hurry.
Because Obi-Wan was never silent. Normally when he arrived first he was waiting for Ewan with a sarcastic quip on his tongue about how Ewan was going to get him killed.
It only took a second, and one long look to realize that something was quite wrong.
Obi-Wan was sitting there staring at him with a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt and a clean-shaven face.
Not even a hint of stubble.
“Oh this can not be a good thing,” Ewan muttered.
Because his chin itched and he clenched his hands into fists and determinedly did not run his hand across his face or look down to see what he was wearing.
“I think that this is the Force’s way of saying that we are where we are going to remain,” Obi-Wan said quietly. “At least for the time being.”
Ewan closed his eyes, drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on his tan pants.
“Is Anakin okay?” Obi-Wan asked.
Ewan smiled, opened his eyes and looked over at the other man who was sitting there looking like him.
Exactly like him and it was beginning to freak him out. Maybe if he just didn’t look at him?
“He’s fine; he’s teaching me how to use a lightsaber.”
“Don’t cut off an arm.”
Ewan laughed.
“My girls?” and Ewan felt a lump in his throat at the thought of not seeing his girls again. Of not seeing his family, or Jude or Jonny or any of his friends.
Of not being able to govern where his career went and he hoped that Obi-Wan had good instincts because he didn’t think his agent was just going to up and let him retire.
Obi-Wan touched his arm gently; smiled at him reassuringly in a way that said that he hadn’t given up on finding a way to get home so neither should Ewan.
“Jude and I took them to the zoo,” he started as Ewan got comfortable.
He pointedly didn’t ask why Jude was accompanying Obi-Wan and the girls to the zoo, instead of Eve. He thought he was better off not knowing at this point even though it was on the tip of his tongue to ask if his marriage was still intact or if Obi-Wan had managed to obliterate it in one gay swoop.
“Clara really likes the penguins; she’s drawn at least six pictures and has insisted that they all need to be put on the cooler… Esther thinks that elephants are the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen… she wants one for her birthday…”
Ewan smiled, lay on his side, propped his head on his arm, closed his eyes and listened to Obi-Wan tell him about his family.
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NOTES on Between Space & Time:
It’s done (with the exception of a few short stories of the Obi-Wan/Jude flavor which will be posted here sometime soon) and to be honest I never had any intention of switching Obi-Wan and Ewan back.
At one point, early on I was going to turn Ewan into Sam from Quantum Leap (not the actual Sam but having him leap from movie role to movie role) and his next jump after would have been into Curt Wild from Velvet Goldmine and he would have woken up next to Arthur on the rooftop. Needless to say that idea only lasted about a chapter before I realized that if I did that I would have to write an actual story that followed his adventures there until I returned him home or sent him into his next movie.
Eve was decidedly absent during this story; I made mention of her only a few times, most notable his mild freak out about whether it’s adultery if you are in another universe. The Obi-Wan/Jude stories will deal with her a bit more than this one had to, at least the first one will, because Eve was/is a part of Ewan’s life or had been prior to Ewan and Obi-Wan being switched. I think it can kind of be read into that there is some sort of separation going on with Ewan staying someplace that is very obviously not at home shared with Eve, the fact that he’s alone and Jude is the one to find him and take him to the hospital after Obi-Wan finally manages to gain access to Ewan’s body.
Thank you everybody who read and left feedback. I truly appreciate it.
Next up: Healer!Obi-Wan, it will begin posting again next week.
TITLE: Between Space & Time
RATING: R - because Ewan likes to cuss
PAIRING: Ewan/Anakin
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: Heh, I own nothing. Ewan owns himself as does anybody else that is a real person in real life. George Lucas owns everyone that that is property of Star Wars. I make no money off of them. Don’t sue.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 /
Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 /
Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25 / Part 26 / Part 27 / Part 28
Between Space & Time – Part 29
Ewan was once more going to classes, and though the younglings didn’t stare at him with quite the same amount of awe they still treated him as if he was some sort of celebrity. It was a bit disconcerting and he tried to not let it get to him.
Anakin had insisted on training him on how to use a lightsaber, even though the danger was over and Dooku was dead and Qui-Gon was in Jedi Custody.
‘You still need to know how to protect yourself as a Jedi,’ Anakin had insisted in a tone that brooked no argument.
Of course of all the classes that Yoda and Anakin were forcing him to undertake Ewan had thought that the lightsaber training would have been the easiest so he’d relented easily.
Because he’d known how to do this. He’d trained for months with Hayden, perfecting and honing the skills he needed before they even began thinking about shooting the sequences.
Just the first two minutes they’d been in the training room together had been enough to indicate that Anakin?
Was going to be quite a bit different to train with then Hayden had been.
For one thing he was a lot more serious.
And then there was the fact that Anakin was more Nick then Hayden. He was relentless in his quest to make sure that Ewan knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it and he had absolutely no qualms about knocking Ewan on his ass to make sure he learned it and remembered it.
There’d been an hour long lecture (that Anakin had never finished because he’d stopped and flushed in the middle of it) on proper lightsaber safety protocols before he’d even been allowed to pick up his lightsaber, which had been just plain weird because he’d been wearing it strapped to his belt for weeks with no comments about safety stuff being spouted off at him.
The lecture itself had been fascinating and he’d been listening with rapt interest until Anakin had stopped talking; that was the only excuse he had for why it had taken that long for Ewan to realize that Anakin had been most likely quoting a speech Obi-Wan had forced Anakin to listen to word for word.
And then there was also the fact that they were using real lightsabers instead of sticks and metal rods. Anakin had stopped short at chopping off a limb a number of times.
Ewan would have called for training sabers if he didn’t think that Anakin wouldn’t give him a lecture on how real men didn’t use training sabers and if they were careful and paid attention they wouldn’t hurt each other.
It did not escape Ewan’s notice that Anakin was damned good even if he was holding back, it was probably a fucking good thing that Anakin hadn’t gone evil because there was no way in hell Ewan would have been able to beat him.
Ewan bent over panting, he’d thought he was in shape but after two hours of whirling and fighting and dodging Anakin’s long armed (unfair advantage!) reaches he was decidedly glad that Dooku was dead and there was no one alive to issue that dreaded ‘Order 66’.
He made a mental note to apologize to Chancellor Palpatine for internally besmirching his good name, he’d not gotten to do that yet and he was only half sure that Palpatine was avoiding him in general.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin sounded worried, if course if Ewan took to many breaths at one moment it caused Anakin to worry. It was beginning to get tiresome.
“Fine,” he wheezed, “I’m just… fine…” he waved a hand in Anakin’s general direction and stumbled a few steps away. Falling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. “I’ll just rest for a moment,” he stated decisively. “Carry on without me.”
A look over at him showed Anakin smiling down at him with fondness. Finally he shook his head, sheathed his blade and hooked his saber to his belt before settling cross-legged next to Ewan’s prone body.
“Maybe we should start you on some exercises to build up your endurance,” Anakin mused.
“My endurance is just fine,” Ewan muttered, a glance over showed Anakin grinning at him impishly.
Anakin leaned over him, ran a finger down the side of his face. Ewan shivered.
“I’m sure it is,” Anakin moved, in one of those motions that told Ewan he was using Force stuff that Ewan hadn’t yet managed to gain access to, and was suddenly straddling Ewan’s body.
Hands on either side of his head. Ewan just stared up at him.
“We’re in a training room,” he reminded him in case Anakin had forgotten they weren’t in the privacy of their own apartment, his voice was kind of breathy and soft and he didn’t recognize it at first.
“Yes we are,” Anakin agreed his face a bare fraction of an inch away, Ewan could feel the warm puffs of air as Anakin breathed against his lips. A single movement and they would be kissing.
“The door isn’t locked,” Ewan murmured and he let his hands move so they rested high on Anakin’s legs.
“I tried to seduce you in this very room once,” Anakin said softly, dropping slightly so that Ewan could feel the weight of his body.
“Tried?”
“You told me I was too young, reminded me that if I was serious that you would only allow that to happen once I was no longer your Padawan,” Anakin kissed his cheek, tongue darting out to taste the skin.
Ewan shivered again.
“Once I was knighted you allowed me to seduce you in our rooms, sometimes on the ships that we used to move from mission to mission. But never in this room.”
“Are you going to now?”
Anakin smiled.
“What do you think?”
Obi-Wan had managed to convince him to wait until they’d returned to the apartment to seduce him. They’d been kissing and touching and almost the second that he’d touched bare skin Obi-Wan had put a halt to things, hands against his shoulders pushing him away.
Anakin had been on the way to being angry, then he’d looked at him. Really looked down at Obi-Wan and saw him. His beloved Master with flushed skin and swollen lips, with a dazed look in his eyes and breath coming in pants and he’d taken a deep breath and centered himself in the Force.
Then he’d let Obi-Wan remind him that they had an apartment.
That they had a home that was theirs, that had a door that locked and comm. units that could be disabled and it hadn't taken much for Anakin to pull him to his feet and out the door.
Because as much as he wanted to seduce Obi-Wan in this room, in the last place where Obi-Wan had spurned his advances before he became a Knight… well he also wanted somewhere where they could be alone together.
Where he could strip him bare and touch him and taste him to his hearts content without worrying if someone was going to walk in on them.
Obi-Wan had flushed harder, face redder than Anakin had ever seen it before and he’d wondered if he was projecting through the Force at the other Jedi.
It had hit him suddenly, like a wall slamming into his face, that for Obi-Wan, still without most of his memories, that this would be their first time.
Again.
He’d touched his cheek and smiled. He would make it good this time, none of the fumbling, hasty movements that had been their original first time together.
Then he’d been young and foolish and hadn’t had a clue what he was doing, he hadn’t been alone in that because, for that matter Obi-Wan hadn’t known what he was doing either.
They’d learned together, they’d learned each others bodies and weak spots and hot spots and now Anakin was older and wiser and he knew exactly what turned Obi-Wan into a gibbering pile of mush.
In this one particular instance he had the advantage, and he was also most definitely not afraid to utilize that knowledge to get the outcome he desired.
It had been a quick jog back to the apartment, his hand tight around Obi-Wan’s wrist as he led the way.
Everyone they passed had to know what was going on, Anakin wasn’t shielding all that well and Obi-Wan hadn’t managed to rid himself of the seemingly perpetual blush.
He barely spared a glance at the colorful contraption still hanging on their door and once the door shut behind them he turned to Obi-Wan with purposeful hands.
Which brought them to where they were, standing in the middle of their main room with Obi-Wan’s hands in his and he was suddenly unsure and nervous, more nervous then he’d been the first time they’d made love and he wouldn’t have thought that possible.
There was a gentle, sweet smile on Obi-Wan’s face and he leaned down to kiss him. A soft touch of their lips and Obi-Wan’s hands moved to his waist, working at his belt with nimble fingers. Allowing it to drop to the floor as he pulled on the light tunic that Anakin had been wearing for their training session, he shivered when he felt Obi-Wan’s fingers against his skin.
And realized that Obi-Wan was slowly, steadily undressing him yet he hadn’t made any progress on undressing Obi-Wan.
He remedied that quickly, keeping his touch as gentle and light as Obi-Wan’s he pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on the ground before reclaiming Obi-Wan’s lips.
Kissing Obi-Wan was one of his favorite pastimes, because he put everything he was in his kisses.
Obi-Wan’s kisses made him believe that he was loved and adored and worshipped by alternating degrees.
He pulled at the pants that Obi-Wan was wearing, loose in the waist and managed without even thinking about it to get them undone and began shoving them down his hips.
Obi-Wan shivered, broke away and gasped and moaned. Neck arching back and Anakin relinquished his lips to attack his neck.
He marked easily, tomorrow there would be love bites on his neck that everyone would see and everyone would know and be reminded that Obi-Wan was his.
He’d forgotten, over the weeks when they’d been just touching and kissing fully clothed that Obi-Wan loved to be touched.
“Anakin,” his name came from somewhere deep within Obi-Wan’s throat, a deep, resonating sound and Anakin bit down on the juncture between his shoulder and his neck. Obi-Wan’s fingers dug into his skin and he moaned.
“I love you,” he murmured breathlessly against Obi-Wan’s skin. He could feel a slight pulse of happiness and Obi-Wan lifted his head, stared into his eyes.
“I love you too,” Obi-Wan said quietly, so softly, like he was afraid if he spoke any louder that it would ruin the moment.
They smiled at each other.
“There should be a bed,” Obi-Wan stated. “Because I’m old and I don’t think my back will take it.”
Anakin laughed, a sudden shock of sound and Obi-Wan’s smile deepened.
“You are not old, you are just perfect,” he said, leaning his face into the touch of Obi-Wan’s hand against his cheek.
He smiled softly.
And blinked, and then narrowed his eyes.
For a second, just a fraction of one, another face had hovered and wavered over Obi-Wan’s.
The clean-shaven, younger looking Obi-Wan that he’d seen when he’d been meditating and trying to find where Obi-Wan was being held.
That hazy, plane where two Obi-Wan’s, identical yet not had stared at him in incomprehension.
And he had the sudden insane urge to ask the man in his arms what his name was.
He buried it and touched his lips against Obi-Wan’s forehead.
This was his Obi-Wan, no matter what he looked like or acted like or had memories of… this was his Obi-Wan now.
And Anakin was keeping him.
Anakin was sleeping, curled up behind him, arm wrapped possessively around his chest.
Ewan stroked his arm and stared at the wall.
He’d had sex with men before. That thing that Jude and Jonny swore didn’t happen, that had been sex.
He’d known he’d enjoyed it, known it was something that given the opportunity, with the partners that he’d had, that he felt comfortable and safe with, that he would have done it again.
But he hadn’t really been given a chance to think about it after the first time, not with all the denial coming from Jude and Jonny. So he’d hid the tape and he’d buried the feelings and he’d moved on.
Because Jude and Jonny had both hooked up with women that kind of scared Ewan to be honest, and while Sadie would have just cut of his dick (which he was quite attached to and truly didn’t want to lose) because she still, to this day thought of Jude as her own private property, Angie on the other hand…
If she’d ever got wind of what had happened between the three of them he was sure he would have had a knife in his back regardless of the fact that it had happened before she even met Jonny.
Either that or she would have offered to watch. With Angie you could never be sure on any given day how she would respond to the same situation.
He pillowed his head on his arm and leaned back against Anakin’s body. His chest was warm against his back; if he moved just right he could feel that Anakin was hard again.
Anakin’s lips moved against the back of his shoulder and Ewan closed his eyes.
Time to sleep, because when Anakin woke he was pretty sure that they were only leaving the bed to use the Fresher and to get sustenance.
He honestly didn’t have any problem with that.
Obi-Wan was staring at him when he opened his eyes, just sitting there, silent. It was quite unnerving.
And as a result he sat up in a hurry.
Because Obi-Wan was never silent. Normally when he arrived first he was waiting for Ewan with a sarcastic quip on his tongue about how Ewan was going to get him killed.
It only took a second, and one long look to realize that something was quite wrong.
Obi-Wan was sitting there staring at him with a pair of boxer shorts and a t-shirt and a clean-shaven face.
Not even a hint of stubble.
“Oh this can not be a good thing,” Ewan muttered.
Because his chin itched and he clenched his hands into fists and determinedly did not run his hand across his face or look down to see what he was wearing.
“I think that this is the Force’s way of saying that we are where we are going to remain,” Obi-Wan said quietly. “At least for the time being.”
Ewan closed his eyes, drew his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on his tan pants.
“Is Anakin okay?” Obi-Wan asked.
Ewan smiled, opened his eyes and looked over at the other man who was sitting there looking like him.
Exactly like him and it was beginning to freak him out. Maybe if he just didn’t look at him?
“He’s fine; he’s teaching me how to use a lightsaber.”
“Don’t cut off an arm.”
Ewan laughed.
“My girls?” and Ewan felt a lump in his throat at the thought of not seeing his girls again. Of not seeing his family, or Jude or Jonny or any of his friends.
Of not being able to govern where his career went and he hoped that Obi-Wan had good instincts because he didn’t think his agent was just going to up and let him retire.
Obi-Wan touched his arm gently; smiled at him reassuringly in a way that said that he hadn’t given up on finding a way to get home so neither should Ewan.
“Jude and I took them to the zoo,” he started as Ewan got comfortable.
He pointedly didn’t ask why Jude was accompanying Obi-Wan and the girls to the zoo, instead of Eve. He thought he was better off not knowing at this point even though it was on the tip of his tongue to ask if his marriage was still intact or if Obi-Wan had managed to obliterate it in one gay swoop.
“Clara really likes the penguins; she’s drawn at least six pictures and has insisted that they all need to be put on the cooler… Esther thinks that elephants are the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen… she wants one for her birthday…”
Ewan smiled, lay on his side, propped his head on his arm, closed his eyes and listened to Obi-Wan tell him about his family.
NOTES on Between Space & Time:
It’s done (with the exception of a few short stories of the Obi-Wan/Jude flavor which will be posted here sometime soon) and to be honest I never had any intention of switching Obi-Wan and Ewan back.
At one point, early on I was going to turn Ewan into Sam from Quantum Leap (not the actual Sam but having him leap from movie role to movie role) and his next jump after would have been into Curt Wild from Velvet Goldmine and he would have woken up next to Arthur on the rooftop. Needless to say that idea only lasted about a chapter before I realized that if I did that I would have to write an actual story that followed his adventures there until I returned him home or sent him into his next movie.
Eve was decidedly absent during this story; I made mention of her only a few times, most notable his mild freak out about whether it’s adultery if you are in another universe. The Obi-Wan/Jude stories will deal with her a bit more than this one had to, at least the first one will, because Eve was/is a part of Ewan’s life or had been prior to Ewan and Obi-Wan being switched. I think it can kind of be read into that there is some sort of separation going on with Ewan staying someplace that is very obviously not at home shared with Eve, the fact that he’s alone and Jude is the one to find him and take him to the hospital after Obi-Wan finally manages to gain access to Ewan’s body.
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