Out of All-Skate

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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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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."

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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?"

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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."

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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?"

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"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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"Don't try too hard," Obi-Wan says. "Let it come."

He turns his attention instead to Matt's neck for a few seconds, alternating kisses with his warm breath, and gently tugging at his earlobe with his lips.

"I feel what you feel," he says. "And I can share what I feel with you."

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Luckily (?), it's hard to try to do anything when Obi-Wan's paying that kind of attention to Matt's neck and ear. It's good--makes his heart beat faster, thoughts blooming about Obi-Wan replacing his lips with his teeth. Matt's breath catches, before he lets it out again more deliberately.

Surprised, "I can too. I mean ... it's a whole thing, and it's kind of intense, but."

A smile.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"

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And as if by magic - Obi-Wan's lips are replaced by his teeth.

"I can handle intense," he whispers after a second or two of this.

Then he draws back enough to see Matt's face, look him in the eyes, and return the smile.

"Bed?"

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Matt gasps.

A coincidence? (Which he doesn't believe in.) Or does he really feel what Matt's feeling? Either way, Matt's smile widens, and he gives a small nod.

"Bed."

He nudges off his shoes and socks and settles onto the mattress, watching Obi-Wan with a hint of nerves.

"The way mine works is through touch, and I have to think about it. But either of us can end it whenever, just by breaking contact."

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Ah, the luxury of having shows one can just nudge off! Obi-Wan doesn't even approach his boots until he's unfastened his belt, treating the weird futuristic flashlight a little more reverentially than you'd usually give an illumination device: he detaches it from the belt and sets it down on the nightstand, nicely within summoning reach.

"The Force does not require touch," he says. He doesn't call it 'his' because that's fundamentally untrue. "But I won't use it for anything that takes away your ability to stop."

No Jedi Mind Tricks here, he promises!

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Matt's eyes continue to follow him as he removes the little device and sets it down--not really thinking anything of it, but enjoying watching him. A bit of a furrow enters his brow as he speaks, however.

It's an unvarnished good to get your partner's verbal agreement not to compromise your decision-making. It's just, to Matt's ears, one of those things that sounds alarming when it needs to be said. He's not uncomfortable exactly, but he has follow-up questions.

"You could do that?"

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Obi-Wan sits down on the bed next to him, hip to hip, and folds one leg over the opposite knee in order to undo the buckles on his boots.

"The Force can have a big impact if you're in a certain state of mind," he says. "Whether I could manipulate it that way or not - I've never been inclined to try.

"But any partner from my own galaxy would know that I might be able, so I mention it in the interests of being informed."

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The contact seems to relax Matt. He smiles, shoulder bumping Obi-Wan's briefly before he leans back, just enough to get out of the way of boot-unbuckling. He doesn't do anything to break the contact of their hips, though.

"A certain state of mind?" he repeats. "Like what kind of state?"

The only thing that pings for him is like, how drugs and substances can amplify whatever emotional state you're in when you take them.

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"Pliable," Obi-Wan says diplomatically. It's easier to say than 'weak willed,' making it a mood rather than a personality trait.

"Imagine if I had a hand on your shoulder and steered you in a certain direction. If you're feeling easy going about it I could steer you wherever I wanted. If you were inclined to resist, it would be harder."

He switches boots, eases off the second one and kicks it to the ground, leaning back and turning to look at Matt, reaching a hand up to his hair.

"I prefer going places together."

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Matt leans into the touch, smiling curiously.

"I like to be pliable," he says. "But in a going-with way." His hand comes to Obi-Wan's knee, fingertips tracing slow patterns. "It's ... you know, a choice I'm making."

This is true in Matt's personal relationships. Less so in his relationship with magic. He has a tendency to yield, melt, go with the flow of powers bigger than himself, and while so far this has mostly been okay, it's arguably not the smartest way to proceed.

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It's not the smartest way, but it's smarter than trying to force the power to bend to your will.

Obi-Wan moves the hand in Matt's hair to cup the back of his head, leaning over to kiss him on the lips, slightly tilting now so if Matt were to lie back Obi-Wan would go with him.

And the Force moves around them in a very specific way, rising in intensity and in want.