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Out of All-Skate

This isn't a room Obi-Wan's ever been in before . In fact, he hasn't been in any of the rooms in Milliways before, but he sure as heck wasn't going to bring Matt out of his door: it currently leads to a transport ship full of clones, for one thing.

The decor is enough to be alien to both Obi-Wan and Matt - a combination of Terran and Coruscanti styles in the gentle curves, the warm neutral tones, and the way the doors slide into the walls instead of swinging.

At least the bed is familiar - it's hard to get that wrong, anyway.

He opens the door with the handprint Bar assured him would work, and enters the room first just out of protective courtesy - habit says the man with the lightsaber goes first, even if you're not expecting assassins within.

"This is surprisingly familiar for a room in an alien dimension."

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Matt follows curiously, peering around the space. It's true that it's all a little more rounded than he's used to, but he likes that--it feels soft. Very welcoming color palette.

(He has not yet figured out that Obi-Wan's lightsaber is a weapon. It looks like a flashlight to him, which is sort of ??? but who knows how dark it gets in some parts of space.)

"Interesting," he agrees. "I wonder if it ... looks like what we're expecting to see, or want to see. Or splits the difference somehow."

On his end, that would explain the bed's size and prominence.

"It's not an illusion," Obi-Wan says thoughtfully as he scans the room. The things in it are real and solid at least. "A magic as powerful as this place, though, must be operating with our combined comfort in mind."

Comfort isn't really something you can accuse either the Jedi Temple or the GAR of providing, so it's a welcome sight.

He turns to face Matt as he walks in, still not actually making physical contact, but close enough that his robes brush past as he moves, shaking his hands out of his roomy sleeves to swipe a piece of hair out of his eyes.

"What were we talking about, again?"

Matt smiles at that brush, following Obi-Wan further into the room.

"Let's see ... dessert. That I remember distinctly." He reaches out to tug at Obi-Wan's sleeve. "And I said I could show you some things?"

Magical things. Probably. They didn't actually make that 100% clear.

Obi-Wan lets himself be tugged, his eyes creasing at the corner in what can only be called a twinkle as he draws closer to Matt. His and reaches up to catch Matt's arm, folding fingers and palm lightly against his elbow.

Today he's not wearing any armor at all, even down to his earthy red boots, so there's no glove or gauntlet in the way, just bare hands on shirt sleeve.

"If dessert follows the theme from downstairs I'm sure it will be an adventure," he says.

It hasn't arrived yet, which is probably for the best because the steak needs time to go down.

"What did you want to show me?"

"If it's a chocolate fountain, I'm leaving," Matt says seriously, which is to say: not seriously at all.

He shakes his head with a grin.

"Ah, let's see ... we'll start small."

Matt pauses a moment, considering Obi-Wan's face--the space between their bodies. The stars that lie outside. He inhales, gentle and even, and brings his free hand to his lips as if to blow a kiss.

From the spot where his fingers meet his mouth, a small bauble of golden light appears. It drifts to the middle distance between them, while Matt smiles a touch breathlessly.

It illuminates Obi-Wan's face, the gold bathing his cheeks and enriching the richness of the auburn hue of his beard and hair. He smiles in that warmth, impressed and respectful. And then he brings up two fingers of his own, turning his hand so the palm is towards him, his fingers curled gently as if to beckon the ligth onwards.

But at the same time he reaches out in the Force, feels the way it flows around and through both men and the light between them, gently reaches out and takes the light as if he's been handed something precious to hold, floating it slowly towards him.

Matt's done this spell before with other people--people who can be trusted, if only to protect their own interests--and they'll touch his spellwork now and then. It always sends a little shiver through him, thrumming along the sympathetic connection between him and the magic.

But no one's ever manipulated his own spells. Matt's breath catches on an oh, his pulse fluttering faster as he watches the bauble move. It feels like Obi-Wan's caught him by a string behind his breastbone--not an unpleasant feeling. Not at all.

Obi-Wan, open and aware of the sensations flowing through the Force, bites a corner of his own lip at the same instant that Matt's breath catches, reacting as he reacts.

He looks past the light and meets Matt's eyes as he gives the light a gentle tug again before letting the metaphysical string have some slack, and he smiles.

"That's a very talented mouth you have there."

Up here away from the bar Obi-Wan's presence is wider, the feeling of safety and comfort slightly less subtle. And his intentions are so clear his words couldn't even be said to have a double meaning.

Matt watches Obi-Wan with rapt curiosity: the symmetrical-seeming reaction, the pull and release of energy between them. It's fascinating, something he wants to feel before he tries to analyze.

And then there's that line.

Matt's eyebrows arch abruptly. A disbelieving sputter slips out, followed by a laugh and a grin nearly as bright as his spell.

"You have," he says, using his grip on Obi-Wan's sleeve to pull himself closer, "no idea."

The bauble is still between them, but the good news is it's not corporeal. Matt tilts his head for a kiss.

Oh, he has some idea, if the way he smiles wickedly is anything to go by. There's no time to answer out loud though. He lets himself be tugged forward, his other hand rising to lightly rest between Matt's shoulder blades. He closes his eyes as his face passes through the light and he inclines his head down the short distance needed to meet Matt's lips.

His kiss is warm and soft and light, but the passion crackles around and through it anyway, not needing any physical encouragement.

Matt, attuned to bodies as he is, takes this all in without realizing it. The information bypasses his conscious mind and settles somewhere in his belly, and all he's really aware of is Obi-Wan's warmth, the pleasant rasp of his beard on Matt's skin. A prickle of something that sits between desire and curiosity.

Matt takes one last step to close the gap between them, bringing their chests flush. (Matt's heart is beating noticeably faster than it was a moment ago.) His lips part to deepen the kiss.

Knock-knock-knock.

"--Mm?"

Oh right, dessert.

Obi-Wan lifts his head just enough to grin. "Hold that thought.

Without moving away from Matt, he lifts a hand and the door opens. A cart enters on its own and the rat who was pushing it squeaks confirmation from the door.

"Thank you, my friend."

Thee door closes and the cart continues over to them. It has wheels, but Obi-Wan isn't bothering with that: he just floats it over so they can reach without actually moving away from each other.

Under the transparisteel dome is a range: a mound of profiteroles, mini cheesecakes, and yes, a bowl of melted chocolate with fruits to use with it.

"I hope that doesn't count as a fountain."

Matt watches the cart's progression in utter fucking delight, squeezing Obi-Wan's arm without meaning to. He doesn't remotely have that level of control over his own telekinetic abilities. He tends to be able to control an object's path or its speed, not both at once.

He laughs, a warm gust by Obi-Wan's ear. "No, I don't think so. Looks like a well at worst."

A quick kiss to his earlobe; then Matt lifts a hand to the dome. Is he like, already 50% planning to fellate a banana? Maybe!!! Meanwhile, the light spell is still active, but now floating above their heads like a contented balloon.

The hand on Obi-Wan's arm invokes a sense of smugness, a flush of ego that makes him smirk - and then he grins far more knowingly at the joy and dirty delight that comes with the idea of banana fellatio.

He takes a profiterole between a thumb and a finger with the curiosity of someone encountering one for the first time, and bites it carefully in two, with all the care of someone who knows how ridiculous cream in a beard looks.

"That is quite something," he says, and turns the other half towards Matt, offering it to him.

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Matt's eyebrows arch in amused approval.

"You're a pro," he says, of the careful bite. And, because Matt's committed to dessert mischief but not married to one particular form, he leans in to eat the other half of the profiterole out of Obi-Wan's hand.

He takes care not to like, nip his fingers, but that's about it; as a result, he comes away with cream on his nose.

"Whereas you, my friend, don't do with a bit more practice."

His fingers come around to cup Matt's jaw lightly, his thumb shifting to wipe the cream from Matt's nose and angling down again, to offer it to Matt's mouth.

Even as he does so, he leans in, closing both thumb and Matt's mouth in his own.

It's a messy, slightly preposterous kiss, and Matt enjoys it very much. He murmurs against Obi-Wan's mouth (and thumb), a pleased mmm, and swipes at the pad of his finger with his tongue.

Obi-Wan disengages his mouth, but lets the thumb stay for a few seconds, pushing it gently against Matt's thumb before drawing it out and stroking it gently against his lower lip. In his other hand he squeezes Matt's own.

"Another?" he asks, close enough that his breath warms Matt's mouth still. "Or do you want to continue an exchange of abilities?"

Or both, both is an option.

Oh--that's nice. Matt's teeth scrape over Obi-Wan's thumb, only just lightly, before he pulls it from his mouth. The warm, damp brush against Matt's lower lip makes him shiver pleasantly.

And has the phrase 'exchange of abilities' ever sounded better? He thinks not.

"Can we do both?"

Matt's gaze flicks to the dessert options. That fruit and chocolate is still calling to him, though not necessarily to eat. Not primarily to eat, in any case.

"We can definitely do both."

Both is what Obi-Wan was after as well.

He moves his thumb, tracing the scar on Matt's cheek with a thoughtful expression. He can sense something over it, but has a good enough grasp of what Matt feels like by now to know that it's not him. He grins again, falling back into charm and humour.

"There are some ways to use the Force that I think yuo might be interested in," he sayys generously.

Matt's smile fades for a moment.

He doesn't really forget about his scar. But sometimes he imagines he's the only one who can see it. It's pretty faint, and people rarely comment on it, so even if they do see it, they don't seem to think much of it. Obi-Wan's regard feels different--unnervingly penetrating.

So he's happy to smile again when the other man does.

"I'm very interested," he promises. He toys with the edge of Obi-Wan's sleeve. "What are you thinking?"

Never still, this one.

Obi-Wan's hand emerges from his sleeve and catches Matt's hand in his own, without squeezing, just steady and there.

"There's more to it than just throwing things around," he says, and leans in, brushing the side of Matt's neck with his beard and his breath, whispering.

"It's also thoughts and feelings. The Force is life."

It's true, Matt's too curious to stay still for long. But he can follow a cue; his fingers flex against Obi-Wan's and relax. At the warm huff of Obi-Wan's breath on sensitive skin, Matt's shoulders slump a little. His head tips, slightly ticklish.

"Yeah." Murmured, abstracted. "Yes."

That sounds familiar to him, like the channel he's capable of opening between him and another person. Flow of energies and information. And of course, breath is life is energy is prana/magic/the Force? The only trouble is assembling an accurate translation.

"Can you show me?"

"Mmmmm," Obi-Wan promises, and then kisses Matt's neck right where it curves under his collar, pointing out that they're both fully dressed.

"Relax," he says, while leads Matt's hand to Obi-Wan's own side, where layers of light plant-based material are still tied in place with a wide leather belt.

But the 'relax' isn't so much because Matt is particularly tense, as it is a prelude to instruction. "Can you feel it?"

Because if those things Matt was thinking about are the Force, and if Matt can feel it, it's positively thrumming with heat.

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Matt murmurs pleasantly at that kiss, his neck arching. He exhales even and slow. Lets air flow to the tips of his fingers and toes, which in turn makes him sway against Obi-Wan's chest.

He tries to listen. But it's not the type of awareness that comes easily to him.

"I'm not sure ..."

His fingers curl over Obi-Wan's side.

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