hurt // obikin au [on hold]

f i v e

"listen, asshole," anakin states as they re-enter the room. "you don't look at me, you don't talk to me, you just don't...don't do anything."

obi-wan narrows his eyes, thinking. "that's going to make for a very boring semester."

"good, maybe you'll want to switch roommates then." with a sigh, anakin drops himself on his bed.

"you won't be so grumpy if you'd let me make you feel good."

"what did i say about talking to me?"

obi-wan sighs. "aye aye, captain."

they sit in silence, anakin with his eyes squeezed shut too tightly, and obi-wan unpacking his things. every once in a while, obi-wan looks over at the balled up lump in the bed. 

"are you okay?" obi-wan finally asks when he's done unpacking. it's been an hour and a half of pure silence, and it's freaking him out a bit that anakin hasn't moved or insulted him.

anakin lays in a stubborn silence.

"if you don't answer me, i'm going to come over there and spoon you," obi-wan threatens. anakin doesn't respond, so obi-wan kicks his shoes off and climbs in the bed beside the smaller boy. he wiggles away from obi-wan, but there isn't exactly much room in the twin bed, and he eventually stops moving.

"stop trying to cuddle me," anakin whines.

"i'm not trying, i'm succeeding," obi-wan responds, nestling closer. he needs this, too. anakin's smaller body is warm, though he's underneath the blankets and obi-wan is on top, and his hair is soft where it tickles obi-wan's cheek. it smells sweet. "you know, this is kinda gay."

"shut the hell up."

obi-wan lets out a breathy laugh, and they lay in silence for a while. "are you okay? answer me this time."

anakin sighs. "i'm fine. i'm tired. being really angry makes me really tired." he closes his eyes. "sometimes i can't get out of bed and padmé has to drag me out."

"i can think of a more fun reason to keep you from getting out of bed..."

"get out of my bed, obi-wan." he makes no effort to move him, though, and obi-wan can see that his cheek is slightly lifted; he's smiling.

"cutie," obi-wan mumbles, without really meaning to. anakin's cheeks go red, and he shifts so that his face is hidden under the blanket. "are you hiding from me? that's somehow even cuter."

"fuck off!" anakin yells, voice muffled from the blanket. he starts to wiggle away from obi-wan again, and obi-wan laughs, trying to make anakin stay still by pinning his hips down. anakin attempts to wriggle away even faster now, the limiting of his movement, making him somewhat anxious, but the other boy makes an odd noise and grabs anakin's hips way more firmly than before.

"stop wiggling like that," he demands, and the bite in his voice makes anakin stop.

"sorry," anakin mumbles.

"it's okay." obi-wan lets go of him a second later and just stares down at anakin. he's biting his lip now, which makes obi-wan want to kiss him. anakin opens his mouth to say something when their room door flies open. anakin had left it unlatched because padmé said she was coming back later, and he'd totally forgotten.

"what the hell?" she questions. she looks over at anakin's red, embarrassed face, and anakin can sense the rage within her before she acts on it. for a second he is in awe -- he's never seen padmé truly angry before.

"no!" he yells before padmé rips obi-wan's arm out of its socket. "it's okay, it's okay. he actually wasn't being that weird for once."

"to be fair, it was a little gay, though," obi-wan adds, and anakin elbows him in the ribs. "ow!"

padmé rolls her eyes. "anakin, do you wanna go get some food?"

"yes!" he cheers. anything to escape this weird situation in which he's in a bed with obi-wan and isn't hating it.