#and somewhere in tatooine obi-wan almost wakes the whole hotel up laughing

[tennessoui]

Prompt: “Sorry, were you sleeping?” (Has this question ever been asked by someone who wasn’t intentionally trying to wake someone up??)

lol!!! it is such a bitchy question, but i was feeling soft so i wrote this instead!! it is set in the firefighter 'verse, fic linked here, tumblr tag linked here, where anakin is a firefighter who saves rockstar obi-wan from a fire and then they fall in love <3

(from this list of prompts)

(870 words)

Anakin is out of it in a way that means he probably should not be touching his phone, let alone pulling up his partner’s contact and hitting call.

He’s not drunk or anything. Just…sleep-deprived. He’s coming off the tail end of his on-call shift, and it has not been kind to him. Three different house fires and one dysfunctional elevator in an office building in the span of 40 hours, and Anakin had been on the clock for each one. It’s hardly even safe, really, but they’re understaffed right now. Summer months mean even firefighters want to go to the beach, and with so many of the team related, Anakin has started hating the whole season and even the idea of family vacations.

But he has Obi-Wan now. He can call Obi-Wan and talk to him and listen to his stories and his worries and, well. Mostly the tone of his voice, if Anakin is being truthful. Mostly when he calls Obi-Wan, it’s because he wants to hear the man’s voice, the way he pronounces his name, the beauty of it.

Obi-Wan answers after six rings. “‘Llo?” He mumbles into the phone. “Is Kenobi.”

Anakin’s chest feels too tight all of a sudden. “Oh,” he says. “Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan yawns audibly over the phone, but then there’s rustling like he’s sitting up. “Is everything alright?” He sounds worried now. Maybe he’s remembering the call he’d gotten after Anakin had been injured during a response to a fire. That had been an awful time for both of them, especially because Obi-Wan had been halfway across the country performing when Ahsoka had remembered to call him from the hospital. 

“It’s fine,” he rushes to tell him. “Nothing happened. Just. Wanted to hear your voice.”

“My voice,” Obi-Wan repeats. There’s more rustling on his side of the line. Probably after realizing that nothing is wrong, he’s laid back down. His partner has never been the easiest to wake. “At three in the morning.”

“I may not have checked the time zone you’re in,” Anakin mutters, running a hand over his face. “It’s four o’clock in the afternoon here.”

“Yes, well. Some of us are not in Coruscant,” Obi-Wan points out.

Anakin huffs, a smile he’d never admit to teasing at the corner of his lips. “Oh, how could I forget I’m sleeping with a famous rock star?”

“Well, you’re not sleeping with him now,” his lover responds. “That’s part of the problem.”

This time, Anakin has to laugh. “How is—where are you again?”

“Tatooine,” Obi-Wan supplies. “It’s as dreadfully dull as you said it was.”

“Be honest, did you schedule a show there on your tour just out of spite?” Anakin moves around his apartment. Ahsoka’s out, which is good because it means he can flop onto the sofa and stare up at the ceiling dreamily, picturing his boyfriend and thinking about how much he loves him without having to hear Ahsoka fake-wretching in the background. 

Obi-Wan sounds like he’s smiling. Maybe a dimple has popped out. Anakin is filled with an intense need to lick it, to kiss him and be kissed in return. “Well, I wanted to see where my boy was from, and he seemed adamant that he would not take me himself.”

“I hate you,” Anakin informs him, closing his eyes. Obi-Wan laughs slightly breathlessly. “No, I don’t.” He says. He can’t say it, not even as a joke. This is Obi-Wan. He has never loved anyone as much as he loves this man. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Obi-Wan replies quietly. The seconds stretch on in silence, and Anakin can feel himself beginning to doze. He’s so tired. He needs to sleep. He should try to stay awake until at least eight o’clock, to try and force his body back to a normal schedule. He just wants to sleep.

“Wish I was with you,” he mumbles, turning over onto his side and placing his phone on speaker so he can get comfortable, tucking his arms behind his head. After a second, he reaches behind him and grabs a pillow to hold in his arms. Obi-Wan has ruined him. He needs to hold something to go to sleep now, and his boyfriend is across the country.

“What would you want me to do if I were with you?” Obi-Wan asks. It could be him trying for phone sex. It could also just be an innocent question. Anakin never knows when it comes to Obi-Wan. He likes that.

“Lemme hold you,” he says. “I’m tired. Just wanna sleep. Ask you to sing to me maybe.”

“I could sing to you now, darling,” Obi-Wan murmurs. He yawns, and Anakin yawns as well.

“Okay,” Anakin agrees quickly, squirming to get even more comfortable. 

“Which song would you like to hear?” His lover asks, and Anakin shrugs before he realizes Obi-Wan can’t see him.

“The one you wrote about me,” he decides even though he knows that’ll just make his boyfriend laugh and probably bring up incessantly later.

“Oh darling,” Obi-Wan croons with a hint of laughter in his voice. “Which one? They’re all about you these days.”

[dream-about-dancing]

#knowing how obi-wan is a bit of a dick#he probably sings anakin one of the break up songs he wrote that isnt actually based on real life#but his label needed a break up song#two lines in anakin sits straight up says NO! BAD! and hangs up#and somewhere in tatooine obi-wan almost wakes the whole hotel up laughing#theyre assholes your honor <3

Prompt: “Sorry, were you sleeping?” (Has this question ever been asked by someone who wasn’t intentionally trying to wake someone up??)

lol!!! it is such a bitchy question, but i was feeling soft so i wrote this instead!! it is set in the firefighter 'verse, fic linked here, tumblr tag linked here, where anakin is a firefighter who saves rockstar obi-wan from a fire and then they fall in love <3

(from this list of prompts)

(870 words)

Anakin is out of it in a way that means he probably should not be touching his phone, let alone pulling up his partner’s contact and hitting call.

He’s not drunk or anything. Just…sleep-deprived. He’s coming off the tail end of his on-call shift, and it has not been kind to him. Three different house fires and one dysfunctional elevator in an office building in the span of 40 hours, and Anakin had been on the clock for each one. It’s hardly even safe, really, but they’re understaffed right now. Summer months mean even firefighters want to go to the beach, and with so many of the team related, Anakin has started hating the whole season and even the idea of family vacations.

But he has Obi-Wan now. He can call Obi-Wan and talk to him and listen to his stories and his worries and, well. Mostly the tone of his voice, if Anakin is being truthful. Mostly when he calls Obi-Wan, it’s because he wants to hear the man’s voice, the way he pronounces his name, the beauty of it.

Obi-Wan answers after six rings. “‘Llo?” He mumbles into the phone. “Is Kenobi.”

Anakin’s chest feels too tight all of a sudden. “Oh,” he says. “Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan yawns audibly over the phone, but then there’s rustling like he’s sitting up. “Is everything alright?” He sounds worried now. Maybe he’s remembering the call he’d gotten after Anakin had been injured during a response to a fire. That had been an awful time for both of them, especially because Obi-Wan had been halfway across the country performing when Ahsoka had remembered to call him from the hospital. 

“It’s fine,” he rushes to tell him. “Nothing happened. Just. Wanted to hear your voice.”

“My voice,” Obi-Wan repeats. There’s more rustling on his side of the line. Probably after realizing that nothing is wrong, he’s laid back down. His partner has never been the easiest to wake. “At three in the morning.”

“I may not have checked the time zone you’re in,” Anakin mutters, running a hand over his face. “It’s four o’clock in the afternoon here.”

“Yes, well. Some of us are not in Coruscant,” Obi-Wan points out.

Anakin huffs, a smile he’d never admit to teasing at the corner of his lips. “Oh, how could I forget I’m sleeping with a famous rock star?”

“Well, you’re not sleeping with him now,” his lover responds. “That’s part of the problem.”

This time, Anakin has to laugh. “How is—where are you again?”

“Tatooine,” Obi-Wan supplies. “It’s as dreadfully dull as you said it was.”

“Be honest, did you schedule a show there on your tour just out of spite?” Anakin moves around his apartment. Ahsoka’s out, which is good because it means he can flop onto the sofa and stare up at the ceiling dreamily, picturing his boyfriend and thinking about how much he loves him without having to hear Ahsoka fake-wretching in the background. 

Obi-Wan sounds like he’s smiling. Maybe a dimple has popped out. Anakin is filled with an intense need to lick it, to kiss him and be kissed in return. “Well, I wanted to see where my boy was from, and he seemed adamant that he would not take me himself.”

“I hate you,” Anakin informs him, closing his eyes. Obi-Wan laughs slightly breathlessly. “No, I don’t.” He says. He can’t say it, not even as a joke. This is Obi-Wan. He has never loved anyone as much as he loves this man. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Obi-Wan replies quietly. The seconds stretch on in silence, and Anakin can feel himself beginning to doze. He’s so tired. He needs to sleep. He should try to stay awake until at least eight o’clock, to try and force his body back to a normal schedule. He just wants to sleep.

“Wish I was with you,” he mumbles, turning over onto his side and placing his phone on speaker so he can get comfortable, tucking his arms behind his head. After a second, he reaches behind him and grabs a pillow to hold in his arms. Obi-Wan has ruined him. He needs to hold something to go to sleep now, and his boyfriend is across the country.

“What would you want me to do if I were with you?” Obi-Wan asks. It could be him trying for phone sex. It could also just be an innocent question. Anakin never knows when it comes to Obi-Wan. He likes that.

“Lemme hold you,” he says. “I’m tired. Just wanna sleep. Ask you to sing to me maybe.”

“I could sing to you now, darling,” Obi-Wan murmurs. He yawns, and Anakin yawns as well.

“Okay,” Anakin agrees quickly, squirming to get even more comfortable. 

“Which song would you like to hear?” His lover asks, and Anakin shrugs before he realizes Obi-Wan can’t see him.

“The one you wrote about me,” he decides even though he knows that’ll just make his boyfriend laugh and probably bring up incessantly later.

“Oh darling,” Obi-Wan croons with a hint of laughter in his voice. “Which one? They’re all about you these days.”