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[Star Wars] you tell me
Title: you tell me (1172 words)
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Quinlan Vos
Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Sort Of, you'll see - Freeform
Summary:
Obi-Wan knows something is wrong before he even opens his eyes.
Written for the 2022 round of![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
raremaleslashex (AO3 collection).
Obi-Wan knows something is wrong before he even opens his eyes. He could feel arms circling him, which were definitely a new addition since last night (for a given value of night; it had probably been early morning when he’d actually gone to sleep).
That’s not the alarming part; the Force is quiet and the mind near him is familiar. No, the thing that sets off warning bells and wakes him up properly is that it’s Quinlan.
It’s not just that he’s here, in Obi-Wan’s Temple quarters, when last he heard Quinlan was still in the middle of an undercover operation. As a rule, they don’t sleep together like this. As long as Obi-Wan has known him, Quinlan has never been the type to indulge in physical comfort for a prolonged period of time. A clap on the back or a hug after a particularly bad mission, sure. He’d even stayed still long enough for post-sex cuddles once or twice. But then he was gone.
It doesn’t bother him. Obi-Wan himself isn’t the most physically affectionate of people. Most of the time he actually prefers it when people keep out of his personal space. They work well together.
So he thinks he can be excused if he sits up and tries to see what’s wrong.
“Quinlan?” he asks, looking down on the lump of robes and hair stuck to him that’s supposedly a Kiffar.
There’s a moment of silence where Obi-Wan thinks he’s so deeply asleep that it would be a waste to wake him up and is resigning himself to several hours of staring at the ceiling, before he hears a sigh.
“No, why? Go back to sleep,” Quinlan says in the exhausted tone of someone who has been woken up after almost falling asleep. It’s the most put-upon tone Obi-Wan has heard since Anakin’s teenage years. Which, while funny – he’s definitely going to make this comparison to Quinlan’s face at a later date – does not actually reassure him that the man currently in his bed isn’t internally bleeding out or something equally bad.
“You’re hogging the blanket,” Obi-Wan tells him, because it’s true. Part of why he’d woken up at all is that he’d gotten cold. When that doesn’t produce any reaction, he huffs. “What are you doing here? I thought you were still in Hutt Space.”
A small pause, but he can tell Quinlan is just choosing his words, not ignoring him this time.
“I was. Mission went… interesting places.” That’s an euphemism for “everything ended up on metaphorical or literal fire and I may have barely escaped alive” if he’s ever heard one. Also for “don’t ask me about it”, which he can oblige – he’ll read the report to the Council anyway.
“I see.” He considers being subtle, but decides he’s too tired for games. “And did you get checked out by a medic or am I going to have to drag you to the Halls of Healing in a couple of hours when you pass out?”
“Ha-ha. Not that kind of interesting.”
Ah.
Obi-Wan eases back down and gingerly puts his own arms around Quinlan, holding him closer. As soon as he does, he can feel him relax a little.
Brushes with the Dark Side have always affected Quinlan worse than they have Obi-Wan. He’s never been sure if it’s due to some inherent personal characteristic or just that Quinlan, due to his psychometry, walks far closer to the Dark Side than other Jedi and is constantly aware of it at all times. Whichever it is, for all the years they’ve known each other, any time a mission had gone wrong and Quinlan had felt himself slipping, he would then go somewhere and spend time immersing himself in the Force, feeling the life and Light of the Temple. That now he’s here, in Obi-Wan’s bed, instead is… something. He tries not to look too close at what that something is, usually. It’s not a new development, but lately it’s been getting harder.
He shakes the thought off. Not the time.
They stay like that, just existing, for a while before Quinlan shifts closer.
“Thanks,” he mumbles.
“Of course. I’m always here for you. That’s what friends are for.” He adds the last part without thinking but as soon as he’s said it, he knows it was a misstep. Quinlan tenses all over, like he’s about to move away, but doesn’t so much as twitch. “Quinlan?”
Obi-Wan feels Quinlan's breath on his collarbone when he says, quiet enough that he has to strain to hear despite the closeness, “Is that really all it is?”
Obi-Wan can feel his guard going up at lightspeed. This conversation had been hanging over their heads for a while (far too long, some might say, which is why he’s not asking them), but he’s never–
“Forget it,” Quinlan says. It’s slightly louder, with a harder edge than anything he’s said so far. “Let’s just sleep.”
“Wait–”
“I said forget it, Obi-Wan.”
“Quin, wait.”
Quinlan’s jaw snaps shut.
Obi-Wan breathes into the silence, trying to put together his thoughts. He feels like he’s regressed back to a teenager, unable to properly articulate any of his thoughts in a way that would make the other understand him. But the tension between them doesn't dissipate and if he doesn’t say anything, Quinlan will likely actually leave and – he suddenly can’t bear the thought of that.
So he breathes in and speaks.
“I shouldn’t have said that.” He’s keeping his voice calm with sheer power of will, which Quinlan can probably tell. He stays quiet though, only picking up his head to look at Obi-Wan’s face properly. “I didn’t mean it like… We’re more than friends. I know we haven’t really spoken of it, but it’s been true for a long time, you know that. I like that we’re not just friends. You do mean a lot to me and I would like it if…”
He’s struggling and it’s embarrassing. It should not be this hard to say what he means, but it’s as if all his words as the Negotiator have become so much space dust.
There’s just enough light that he can see Quinlan’s expression go softer even as he rolls his eyes at him. “Okay, don’t hurt yourself.” He hesitates for a long moment, like he’s thinking of adding something, but in the end shakes his head. “Let’s talk this out properly later. I really did come over here to sleep, you know.”
He’s so grateful about the out he’s been given it’s almost pathetic.
“Alright.” Obi-Wan concedes, but hesitates before lying back down. Tonight – or this morning, whatever – has been a time of daring, however, so what’s one more thing? He goes for it and presses a kiss to Quinlan’s lips.
It’s just a chaste peck, really, but it still trills him a bit when he feels responding pressure.
“Sleep,” says Quinlan with a commanding tone, but he can’t hide the smile in his voice. He’s not trying to, and neither is Obi-Wan.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Quinlan Vos
Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Sort Of, you'll see - Freeform
Summary:
Obi-Wan knows something is wrong before he even opens his eyes.
Written for the 2022 round of
raremaleslashex (AO3 collection).Obi-Wan knows something is wrong before he even opens his eyes. He could feel arms circling him, which were definitely a new addition since last night (for a given value of night; it had probably been early morning when he’d actually gone to sleep).
That’s not the alarming part; the Force is quiet and the mind near him is familiar. No, the thing that sets off warning bells and wakes him up properly is that it’s Quinlan.
It’s not just that he’s here, in Obi-Wan’s Temple quarters, when last he heard Quinlan was still in the middle of an undercover operation. As a rule, they don’t sleep together like this. As long as Obi-Wan has known him, Quinlan has never been the type to indulge in physical comfort for a prolonged period of time. A clap on the back or a hug after a particularly bad mission, sure. He’d even stayed still long enough for post-sex cuddles once or twice. But then he was gone.
It doesn’t bother him. Obi-Wan himself isn’t the most physically affectionate of people. Most of the time he actually prefers it when people keep out of his personal space. They work well together.
So he thinks he can be excused if he sits up and tries to see what’s wrong.
“Quinlan?” he asks, looking down on the lump of robes and hair stuck to him that’s supposedly a Kiffar.
There’s a moment of silence where Obi-Wan thinks he’s so deeply asleep that it would be a waste to wake him up and is resigning himself to several hours of staring at the ceiling, before he hears a sigh.
“No, why? Go back to sleep,” Quinlan says in the exhausted tone of someone who has been woken up after almost falling asleep. It’s the most put-upon tone Obi-Wan has heard since Anakin’s teenage years. Which, while funny – he’s definitely going to make this comparison to Quinlan’s face at a later date – does not actually reassure him that the man currently in his bed isn’t internally bleeding out or something equally bad.
“You’re hogging the blanket,” Obi-Wan tells him, because it’s true. Part of why he’d woken up at all is that he’d gotten cold. When that doesn’t produce any reaction, he huffs. “What are you doing here? I thought you were still in Hutt Space.”
A small pause, but he can tell Quinlan is just choosing his words, not ignoring him this time.
“I was. Mission went… interesting places.” That’s an euphemism for “everything ended up on metaphorical or literal fire and I may have barely escaped alive” if he’s ever heard one. Also for “don’t ask me about it”, which he can oblige – he’ll read the report to the Council anyway.
“I see.” He considers being subtle, but decides he’s too tired for games. “And did you get checked out by a medic or am I going to have to drag you to the Halls of Healing in a couple of hours when you pass out?”
“Ha-ha. Not that kind of interesting.”
Ah.
Obi-Wan eases back down and gingerly puts his own arms around Quinlan, holding him closer. As soon as he does, he can feel him relax a little.
Brushes with the Dark Side have always affected Quinlan worse than they have Obi-Wan. He’s never been sure if it’s due to some inherent personal characteristic or just that Quinlan, due to his psychometry, walks far closer to the Dark Side than other Jedi and is constantly aware of it at all times. Whichever it is, for all the years they’ve known each other, any time a mission had gone wrong and Quinlan had felt himself slipping, he would then go somewhere and spend time immersing himself in the Force, feeling the life and Light of the Temple. That now he’s here, in Obi-Wan’s bed, instead is… something. He tries not to look too close at what that something is, usually. It’s not a new development, but lately it’s been getting harder.
He shakes the thought off. Not the time.
They stay like that, just existing, for a while before Quinlan shifts closer.
“Thanks,” he mumbles.
“Of course. I’m always here for you. That’s what friends are for.” He adds the last part without thinking but as soon as he’s said it, he knows it was a misstep. Quinlan tenses all over, like he’s about to move away, but doesn’t so much as twitch. “Quinlan?”
Obi-Wan feels Quinlan's breath on his collarbone when he says, quiet enough that he has to strain to hear despite the closeness, “Is that really all it is?”
Obi-Wan can feel his guard going up at lightspeed. This conversation had been hanging over their heads for a while (far too long, some might say, which is why he’s not asking them), but he’s never–
“Forget it,” Quinlan says. It’s slightly louder, with a harder edge than anything he’s said so far. “Let’s just sleep.”
“Wait–”
“I said forget it, Obi-Wan.”
“Quin, wait.”
Quinlan’s jaw snaps shut.
Obi-Wan breathes into the silence, trying to put together his thoughts. He feels like he’s regressed back to a teenager, unable to properly articulate any of his thoughts in a way that would make the other understand him. But the tension between them doesn't dissipate and if he doesn’t say anything, Quinlan will likely actually leave and – he suddenly can’t bear the thought of that.
So he breathes in and speaks.
“I shouldn’t have said that.” He’s keeping his voice calm with sheer power of will, which Quinlan can probably tell. He stays quiet though, only picking up his head to look at Obi-Wan’s face properly. “I didn’t mean it like… We’re more than friends. I know we haven’t really spoken of it, but it’s been true for a long time, you know that. I like that we’re not just friends. You do mean a lot to me and I would like it if…”
He’s struggling and it’s embarrassing. It should not be this hard to say what he means, but it’s as if all his words as the Negotiator have become so much space dust.
There’s just enough light that he can see Quinlan’s expression go softer even as he rolls his eyes at him. “Okay, don’t hurt yourself.” He hesitates for a long moment, like he’s thinking of adding something, but in the end shakes his head. “Let’s talk this out properly later. I really did come over here to sleep, you know.”
He’s so grateful about the out he’s been given it’s almost pathetic.
“Alright.” Obi-Wan concedes, but hesitates before lying back down. Tonight – or this morning, whatever – has been a time of daring, however, so what’s one more thing? He goes for it and presses a kiss to Quinlan’s lips.
It’s just a chaste peck, really, but it still trills him a bit when he feels responding pressure.
“Sleep,” says Quinlan with a commanding tone, but he can’t hide the smile in his voice. He’s not trying to, and neither is Obi-Wan.