#2023day16

[dreaminghour]

QuiAni Modern AU - Sleeping habits

Event: @domaystic Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Mature Audiences Prompt: 16 Sleeping habits Ship: Qui-Gon/Anakin Context: Modern AU. Qui-Gon is a karate instructor and Anakin is an adult model who takes his self-defense course. He then gives Qui-Gon a link to his page in an attempt to ask him out. Words: 1010

Sunday mornings Anakin wakes early enough to make them both waffles. He makes them from box mix, but Qui-Gon says he doesn't mind. He doesn't bring them to bed because of the early mishap that has all but scarred him. The house is quiet without his roommates awake, but that's what Qui-Gon prefers.

Qui-Gon barely eats anything but Anakin doesn't mind. When he's done, he puts all the dishes in the dishwasher and goes back to bed, drifting until his phone rings in the afternoon, usually Qui-Gon asking if he can drop by.

"Of course," Anakin says, suffused with pleasure that Qui-Gon wants to come by.

On this occasion, Qui-Gon comes back into the bedroom quietly, sitting softly on the side of the bed, stroking fingers lightly across Anakin's head where it peeks out from the covers.

"Is this what you do when I leave?" Qui-Gon asks, smiling when Anakin scrunches his nose and burrows back under the covers.

"Sorry," Anakin says. "You just wake up so much earlier than me."

"What do you mean? You get up earlier than I do."

Anakin peeks out with one eye and squints at him, his voice muffled.

"That's only so I can play good host." He huffs. "I need my beauty sleep." And he's gone once more.

Qui-Gon laughs loud enough to wake the house if they're around, but he takes off his clothes and gets back under the covers in only his boxers.

It takes a while for Anakin to realize—

"Don't you have work?"

"I forgot it was a holiday," Qui-Gon replies, his voice drowsy and warm.

"Oh… Mm…" So Anakin snuggles close.

~~~

It's hard on Saturdays for Qui-Gon to stay up, but since the first time Anakin invited him to watch him shoot his boudoir sets he can't say no.

Qui-Gon has a morning and afternoon class, but since he's been seeing Anakin, he stopped teaching for the evening class as well. He's not eager to let go of all his weekend shifts, not yet, but he relishes the extra time, especially since he gets to see Anakin work.

He's never been one for lingerie, and truth be told, Anakin isn't either. He wears it to keep things interesting on his page, to know the periods of his life a photo comes from if he finds it online where it shouldn't be. Qui-Gon tries not to be appalled at that, but Anakin shrugs it off so he tries to as well.

"Counter intuitive, but the more you charge for them, the more likely people won't share them. They're greedy like that."

It isn't about the lingerie itself, Qui-Gon knows.

Anakin doesn't do much on Saturdays. It's just the formal shoot he does each week, practice at setting up his equipment while his roommates are out at clubs or with partners. He doesn't always have the entire apartment to himself, but he uses the big room next to his bedroom as his studio more freely when he's alone.

Qui-Gon does very little comparatively.

Anakin sometimes wears a suit, sometimes just soft lounge clothes, slowly taking them off for the camera, but his eyes wander. There's a persona, a kind of haughtiness that belies Anakin's age, thrilling Qui-Gon in a way he didn't know he could be.

Anakin confessed that he hoped Qui-Gon would ravish him after that first photoshoot. Qui-Gon nearly didn't.

Since Anakin is usually naked, or nearly, Qui-Gon doesn't need to bother with undressing him. The previous hours have been a slow tease for both of them, Anakin doing all the work while Qui-Gon occasionally holds a bounce board, or just moves a light. He doesn't care about the lace, or the satin, the ruffles or the straps, but he loves seeing the acres of golden skin slowly revealed, strip by strip.

This only makes things worse when Anakin realizes.

Ostensibly, he's not changing anything in his photoshoots. The point is that they are for an audience, not for one specific man, but things change anyway. Anakin only breaks eye contact with Qui-Gon when the shutter goes off and half the time he needs to re-take the photo because he didn't do it quickly enough. It's like a sweet torture because it makes everything take longer. But there's something more raw, more feral in those photos and Anakin says he's been making more money.

Qui-Gon doesn't mind that the photos aren't just for him. He knows Anakin makes videos as well, sometimes in those outfits, but he's never watched them. He's building up a store of memories instead, lived moments that mean more than a video made for some nondescript audience could.

It's not about the lingerie, it's about the person you wear it for.

Anakin's never had to work to stay hard during his shoots, the whole idea is arousing to him, but now he has to be careful he doesn't get off too soon. He saves the most vulnerable parts for last, careful not to touch himself too much, wary of letting all his hard work go to waste.

Qui-Gon doesn't know how to tell him it would never be a waste.

There was one time which stuck in Qui-Gon's mind because he nearly came in his pants just from grinding against Anakin — who was naked as per. He was only saved because Anakin reached in to jerk him off and got it on his hand instead. He'd been watching Anakin get hard, straining a pair dark-red lace panties which shouldn't have been especially arousing, and yet. He watched Anakin move around, continually adjusting himself so the thick length of his cock wouldn't slip out until the right moment.

They stay up late on Saturday nights. Qui-Gon usually falls asleep before Anakin, cuddling with him in bed after they've calmed down a bit. Anakin stays up later editing photos on his laptop,

Sundays were for queuing up Saturday's efforts and replying to comments. Most often from bed.

In between Anakin sleeping late and Qui-Gon sleeping early, they managed to find plenty of time for one another.