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Though Obi-Wan knows better than the refer to what they're doing as hiking out loud, this morning, he and Klaus had left Darrow with comfortable shoes and bags to hold some food and water, and they'd walked out into the woods with the intention of finding a new place to meditate. It had been Obi-Wan's idea, wanting to expose Klaus to different places with different distractions so he could continue to evolve his practice and learn how to focus when other sounds or feelings were doing their best to pull him away.

It makes him smile to himself, the fact that he's convinced Klaus to go on a hike, of all things, to find a new place to meditate, of all things.

But as they walk through the woods, Obi-Wan's smile fades into something more serene. The trees grow closer together out here, the sounds of the city are very far away, and he almost feels as if he's back on Naboo, surrounded by the lush greenery of the planet. The leaves drip occasionally, water having collected on them, and every so often he can hear the sound of an animal moving somewhere off in the bush, possibly a deer at one point, then something smaller, maybe a rabbit or a badger.

"It's lovely out here, isn't it?" he asks as they crest a small rise. The sun has been up for hours, because while they started out in the morning, Obi-Wan had known better than to try and get Klaus out of the apartment too early. It's warm, the air is fresh, and he turns back to look over his shoulder, smiling as Klaus joins him.

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"That's all I want," Obi-Wan answers.

Such words are, of course, a bit of a hyperbole, as he has other desires, other wants. They both do, not even limited to sex, but when it comes to a moment such as this, when he and Klaus are physically, wonderfully close, it rings entirely true. Obi-Wan wants nothing more than to give Klaus pleasure, to make him feel good, to give him everything he needs in order to enjoy every last moment of the time they spend together.

Such intimacy means so much to him, too. Obi-Wan understands Klaus has given him the sort of trust he's given few other people in his life, he knows he's been granted access to parts of Klaus most people will never see. He means to never take that for granted and instead will do all he can to continue to make Klaus feel good.

His hips pull back, then roll forward, thrusting into him gently and slowly. The grip on Klaus's throat releases, then tightens again, releases and tightens in time with his slow thrusts.

"Then you should be very proud," Klaus groans out, because there isn't just pleasure coursing through him. There is also a warmth in his chest that comes from pure joy and gratitude for this man who loves him so very much, who only wants good things for him, who only ever wants to make him feel good.

He has never been loved like this, and he's thankful to be reminded of just how much he's loved every single day, especially here and now, in this peaceful little oasis. Every touch, every kiss, every slow push of his cock into Klaus's body is infused with it, pleasure and love and gratitude all mixed up until Klaus is shaking, and all he can do is moan.

The grip on his throat keeps shifting, keeping Klaus on his toes in every sense, and he lets out another soft cry of pleasure as he tips his head back against Obi-Wan's shoulder, giving himself over entirely as he rocks back to meet every slow thrust.

"All I ever feel is good," he breathes out shakily, palming at the back of Obi-Wan's head, "whenever I'm with you."

There are some, Obi-Wan is sure, who wouldn't like to hear such a thing. It's a tall order, certainly, tasking oneself with making another feel good, with desiring only to bring joy into their life, but Obi-Wan isn't the sort of man to fear such a thing. In fact, tall order or not, he relishes in being able to make Klaus happy. To make him feel good, not only through sex, but through loving him just as he is, seeing the good in him, the great in him, and reminding him of it in whatever way he can.

As Klaus's head tips back against his shoulder, Obi-Wan mouths at his throat, lips sealing around his pulse point where he sucks very gently, then scrapes over his skin with his teeth. He loves feeling that flutter of Klaus's heart, the reminder of how alive they both are.

His thrusts speed up, cock pulling almost entirely out before he pushes back in, and he reaches down in the water, seeking the hard length of Klaus's cock. In the palm of Obi-Wan's hand, Klaus feels impossibly warm, hard and heavy, and it makes him shudder with pleasure as he gives one slow stroke.

Klaus has never been the sort of person to ever put himself entirely at anyone's mercy, but maybe that's because he's never trusted anyone like this. Here, in this position, Obi-Wan could do anything to him, absolutely anything. They're out in the middle of nowhere and Obi-Wan is so powerful, so strong, and has his teeth at Klaus's jugular with an invisible hand made up of energy around his neck, but Klaus has never felt safer in his life.

Knowing that Obi-Wan is more than capable of hurting him but never well only makes all of this feel even better, gives it all a hint of danger while still being safe, like the drop of a rollercoaster. It's exhilarating, and Klaus lets out a pleased moan as Obi-Wan takes his cock in hand. His thrusts pick up in speed enough to send water rippling out away from them, and Klaus whimpers as the pleasure builds and builds, licking up his spine like a flame.

"I'm close," he gasps out, bracing one hand against the edge of the pond as he reaches back with the other to grip Obi-Wan's hip, dragging him in closer. "Harder, Obi. Please."

Though he's the one with the weight of the Force gripping Klaus's throat, it's Klaus who makes the demand, Klaus who reaches for his hip and drags him in harder, faster. It makes Obi-Wan's muscles shiver with pleasure, knowing how much Klaus trusts him, how he believes in the safety of what they are together. There's no feeling in the world like this one, Obi-Wan believes.

And so he does exactly what Klaus asks. He thrusts harder, knowing if they were out of the water, he would be able to hear his skin slapping against Klaus's. His grip on Klaus's cock twist, stroking faster, panting roughly into Klaus's ear as he does.

"Do it," he breathes against Klaus's ear. "Come for me. I need to feel you."

At the same time as he utters his own demand, the Force tightens on Klaus's throat. Never enough to really cut off his air, for Obi-Wan can't imagine truly hurting Klaus, but still enough to be well and truly felt.

His body is screaming for release but Klaus holds back because he wants to feel more of this perfect moment, so he takes a breath and lets Obi-Wan keep fucking him, stroking him, holding onto him while Klaus's toes slip along the rocks at the bottom of the pond.

He's able to hold back until he hears Obi-Wan's voice in his ear, beard scraping against sensitive skin. Need. He needs Klaus. Oh, he loves to be needed. He loves this man, specifically. He loves, loves, loves, and he takes a deep, ragged breath just in time to feel the grip around his throat suddenly tighten, restricting his airflow without cutting it off, and it's all so much that Klaus lets out a strangled cry and comes hard, sagging back against Obi-Wan's body as his own trembles through each wave of pleasure.

It seems to go on and on, prolonged by that grip around his throat and Obi-Wan's mouth against his ear, his thick cock pressed in hard against his prostate, and for one brief moment, Klaus wonders if maybe this time he'll never come back down. But then he does, gasping as he trembles in Obi-Wan's grip.

"Fuck," he breathes out, swallowing hard as he finally opens his eyes to look up at the tops of the trees and the blue sky beyond.

It's so good.

With Klaus, it always is, they always find a source of connection, that thread that lies under everything they do together. Never once has Obi-Wan felt anything besides absolute pleasure when they're being physically intimate, but this, this moment when he can feel Klaus coming, the way his body tightens, it's absolutely incredible. He strokes Klaus through it, careful not to continue when he thinks Klaus is likely too sensitive, then he releases the grip the Force has on his throat.

With his hands both back to Klaus's hips, Obi-Wan continues, thrusting a few more times, growing erratic, almost desperate. His breath hitches, muscles tightening, and then he's coming as well, emptying inside of Klaus, panting harshly against Klaus's ears with another desperate little moan.

His entire body feels wonderfully warm, his muscles trembling, and he wraps his arm around Klaus to keep them close and together, both just barely managing to stand upright in the pond.

Once he has his wits a little more about him, Klaus leans forward to brace himself against the edge of the pond, locking one arm and then crying out softly when Obi-Wan drags their bodies close and pulses inside of him. Klaus can feel each little jerk of his body, every pant against his ear, and he revels in all of it, endlessly pleased at how well they move together.

"Fuck, we're good at this," Klaus rasps out, moving his ass in a slow, easy figure eight sort of motion as his head tips back against Obi-Wan's shoulder. They're both a little unsteady, and Klaus puts his other hand on Obi-Wan's forearm where it's wrapped around him.

"How about we get out and find a nice shady spot to spread that blanket out in, huh?" He kisses Obi-Wan's jaw, feeling the soft rasp of beard against his lips. "Doze a bit, commune with nature."

"No sense in not giving it our all," Obi-Wan answers with a low, rumbling laugh when Klaus says they're good at this. They are, though, they've learned one another so thoroughly that they move together as if they're meant to and Obi-Wan knows through love and passion, their experiences are only heightened.

Sleeping out in public, letting their guards down so completely, it ought to strike Obi-Wan as dangerous. But he knows he likely won't sleep, will only lie awake, listening to Klaus breathing beside him, finding a meditative peace in the sound, and that he'll be aware of their surroundings the entire time. So the offer only makes him smile and he nods, his nose nudging against Klaus's ear as he does.

"That sounds close enough to meditation," he teases. Then he kisses Klaus's shoulder, kisses the side of his throat where he knows he had been pressing earlier using the Force.

"I have no idea what you mean," Klaus says innocently, though he will want to try after a little bit of rest. This place is so beautiful, and he already feels so at peace. Of course he wants to try.

Then Obi-Wan keeps kissing him, soft little presses of his mouth that make Klaus feel warm all over while also giving him the urge to squirm, because the attention just makes him feel so good that at times he doesn't know what to do with it all.

"Obi-Wan," Klaus says fondly, smiling at that gentle kiss to his throat. The man doesn't seem in a hurry to let go of him, or pull away or stop kissing him, and while Klaus normally wouldn't complain, he is getting a little chilly. "We can't go lay down if you never get out of me."

Obi-Wan grumbles out a half-hearted and silly protest before he kisses Klaus's shoulder once more and then gently eases out of him. His cock has softened a little and he slides free easily, though he wishes he didn't have to. Being inside Klaus is one of the best sensations he's ever had.

He squeezes his arms around Klaus's body once more, then gently pushes off from him, lying back in the water and floating there, his arms spread. The water is cool and growing cooler still, though likely that's just Obi-Wan no longer feeling completely overheated from the delicious friction of Klaus's skin. Still, he feels utterly alive, as if every cell inside of him is awake and aware, and he feels, foolishly, as if he can sense every single one of them. Such a thing isn't truly possible, but he feels this way all the same.

"Alright, my darling, have it your way," he teases as he swims toward the other edge of the pond, still lying on his back. The sun is warming his face, his chest, but as he reaches the edge of the pool, he turns and hoists himself up and out of the water. If he stands there for a moment, letting the water pour off him, allowing Klaus to look, he doesn't think he can be blamed for it.

Klaus laughs fondly and then takes a breath as Obi-Wan squeezes him and pulls away, taking a moment to adjust to the loss of a part of Obi-Wan inside of him. Once he does, he realizes how truly relaxed he feels. The sex might have been a little rough, but Klaus feels a little as if he's just been held for hours, like Obi-Wan had just been whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

He feels calm, and he feels safe. Maybe that's what it is. That safety makes him feel as if he's wrapped up in something soft and warm.

After taking another soft breath, Klaus slowly dunks himself under the water, rinsing away sweat before coming back up in time to see Obi-Wan hauling his toned body up out of the pond. It's like something out of a music video, like everything is happening in slow motion while some bass-heavy song plays in the background. It's all a little absurd, but Klaus can't help but to stare, open-mouth.

"Alright, enough posing. You look like you just stepped off the cover of a romance novel," he says after a moment, laughing at both Obi-Wan and himself before climbing out of the pond after him, stepping up next to him. He gives Obi-Wan a light slap on the ass and then tilts his head to start wringing water from his hair. "Make yourself useful and get that blanket from the bag."

"I was stretching," Obi-Wan protests innocently, a little smile curving the edges of his mouth, though he attempts to hide the expression beneath his moustache. Shaking more of the water off his arms, then out of his hair, he heads for the bag as instructed and retrieves the blanket Klaus is referring to.

With a quick snap of his wrists, he shakes it out, making sure there's no sand or dirt hidden within the folds, then allows the blanket to settle on the ground beneath the trees, spread out in the shade. He uses the Force to tighten the corners, make sure it's all spread out properly and there are no bumps or folds in the blanket as it's set down on the ground.

"Well, this is quite the scene," he says, hands on his hips, looking pleased by it all. They're still breaking the law technically, given their nudity, but they've been left alone thus far and Obi-Wan is less worried than he ought to be.

"Absolutely whimsical, darling," Klaus says as he passes, pausing to press a kiss to the top of Obi-Wan's freckled shoulder. He shakes his body out a bit, flicking away droplets of water before lowering himself onto the blanket and crawling onto it on all fours, taking a moment to do a pose of his own before turning onto his back.

Klaus blinks and looks up at the canopy of trees, and the dappled sunlight sneaking through small gaps in the leaves. He takes a deep breath and reaches up to curl one arm under his head, resting his other hand on his stomach as he turns to look up at Obi-Wan. He looks golden, even in the shade.

"It's actually kind of perfect," he breathes out, smiling softly as he holds out a hand. "Come lay with me."

"Now who's taking advantage of the scene?" Obi-Wan asks with a little grin before he takes the offered hand and joins Klaus on the blanket. The day is warm, the sun is still high and Obi-Wan stretches out on his back beside Klaus and looks up at the leaves overhead. The sun colours them bright green, shimmering light seeping through as the wind shifts the branches.

"You know, you lead me into the most unexpected situations," he muses as they settle. His eyes are still open, looking up at the trees, thinking of all the worlds he's been on that look almost like Darrow, but not quite. All the places he's been, everything he's done, and somehow he's never been quite as happy as he is here and now.

"I don't think I've ever had a nude, public nap," he continues. "It certainly wouldn't have been becoming of a Jedi to be found like this."

The comment makes Klaus smiler and he looks over at Obi-Wan, soft and fond as he turns onto his side and props his head up on his hand, reaching out to walk his fingers across Obi-Wan's bare chest. Klaus often finds himself in unexpected situations, but they ones in Darrow are almost always improved by Obi-Wan's presence.

"And here I thought art was meant to be put on display," he drawls out, smirking a bit as he gently tweaks Obi-Wan's nipple. "Should I find something to preserve your modesty? A fig leaf, perhaps?"

He laughs again and taps Obi-Wan's nose with the tip of his finger before flopping onto his back again, wriggling his shoulders as he settles into a prime nap position. "I'll put on my underwear, but you have to get it. I'm not moving from this spot for at least an hour."

"Oh no," Obi-Wan says. "I'll call them over here with the Force if it should become necessary, but I plan on allowing you the utmost comfort. For at least an hour."

Both lying on their back now, Obi-Wan can feel the contentment they settle into, the peace that seems to drop over them like a blanket, and his eyes close. He's breathing steadily, not asleep, but shifting into a more meditative state, feeling his muscles relax, almost as if they're melting into the blanket below him. His body feels as if it's part of the earth, part of the dirt and the trees and the animals that move about around them. Obi-Wan sinks into the Force with them, feeling their lives, their movement, feeling as if he's one with everything.

Funny, he thinks, that having rather incredible sex with someone he loves is what helps him drop into some of the deepest meditative states he's ever been able to achieve.

"You spoil me," Klaus says sincerely, reaching out to take Obi-Wan's hand and thread their fingers together where they're resting on the blanket. Obi-Wan does treat him well, exceedingly well, but maybe he isn't spoiled. He doesn't take care of everything for Klaus, but helps give him the tools to do it himself. That's even better, Klaus thinks.

After their vigorous work out in the pond, and with the warm arm blanketing him and drying the water from his body, Klaus falls into a doze rather easily. This is something else that Obi-Wan helps him with-- he always falls asleep easier when he's next to Obi-Wan, where he feels safest.

There was a time not long ago where he would have never fallen asleep out in the open, not while sober at least, but now he doesn't think twice about it. He just holds onto Obi-Wan's hand and tips his face toward the other man, letting his eyes slip shut as he dozes off.

Obi-Wan isn't entirely sure how much time passes before he pulls himself into a seated position. Klaus's hand has relaxed in his and Obi-Wan separates their fingers gently, then presses a kiss to Klaus's knuckles before laying his hand upon the blanket at his side.

With his hands upon his knees, sitting cross legged beside Klaus, Obi-Wan seeks out the man who is no longer there. Who hasn't been for a very long time now and yet whose guidance Obi-Wan still craves. Qui-Gon had been the perfect Master for Obi-Wan, rebellious, questioning, deeply clever, and Obi-Wan learns from him even now, recalling lessons he perhaps hadn't quite understood as a Padawan.

When he speaks aloud, he doesn't even realize he's doing so, so deep in his meditative state.

"You always said I would make a good Master, Qui-Gon," he begins, his voice soft, but not unintelligible. "I don't know that I've lived up to your expectations, but I would like to think, if nothing else, I've become a decent teacher. There's a part of me that wishes to pursue this, the art of teaching others, although I find myself floundering when it comes to what I might teach. My qualifications are hardly reflected within the educational system of Darrow."

He pauses, an amused smile touching his lips. "No one even knows of the Jedi Order, Qui-Gon. I think you'd delight in that."

Klaus never falls into a deep sleep, more of a light doze, so Obi-Wan's soft voice pulls him slowly out of it. He stays still, keeping his eyes closed as he listens to the soft, measured flow of his voice. It's obvious that he's meditating, but Klaus doesn't quite feel like he's eavesdropping. If Obi-Wan didn't want Klaus to hear any of this, he would have waited until Klaus wasn't around.

He smiles and then stretches out a little, reaching out to put his hand on Obi-Wan's back, smoothing it up and down his spine before dragging his fingertip slowly down the base of it.

"I think that you're a very good teacher," he says quietly, voice a little raspy from sleep. "I'm evidence enough of that, aren't I?"

"I believe you might be considered especially motivated," Obi-Wan answers without opening his eyes, still wearing a soft smile, though it's now directed toward Klaus rather than his own words or some disembodied version of Qui-Gon he likes to imagine exists within the Force. Yoda had always told him Qui-Gon had achieved the ability to manifest himself after death and Obi-Wan believes it, having been through the trials himself now, but he's still never once been able to communicate with his Master.

Perhaps it's merely Darrow that keeps them apart. Perhaps it's something more. He can't know.

After a moment he opens his eyes and looks over at Klaus. "I can't imagine there are many people here looking to learn how to meditate," he says. "Certainly not enough that I might be able to consider it as a career, but there isn't much else I would be qualified to teach the way I understand education to work here. I'm hardly going to arrive at the university in a pair of spectacles and a corduroy jacket and be allowed to take on a class."

"Well, I am sleeping with the professor," Klaus drawls out sleepily, though he's only teasing. While his relationship with Obi-Wan did have a hand in his desire to learn how to meditate, it wasn't the physical aspect of it that made him try. It was Obi-Wan believing in him, and being quietly but resolutely supportive of him. Obi-Wan helped him believe that he could do it, and he's sure that he would do the same for other people.

"Oh, I don't know about that." He sits up and stretches his arms over his head before scooting closer to Obi-Wan. "Where I'm from, people paid good money to go on meditation retreats. Being a teacher doesn't just mean standing in front of a classroom."

Klaus hooks his chin over Obi-Wan's shoulder and murmurs playfully in his ear. "But I would like to see the jacket and spectacles."

"Perhaps I can find some to wear just for you," Obi-Wan answers, smiling slightly as he rests one hand on Klaus's thigh. His voice is a little distracted, though, and his gaze moves off into the middle distance as he considers what Klaus has said. It isn't that he needs to be paid, really, and he certainly doesn't need to make himself wealthy, not when Darrow supplies Obi-Wan with enough funds to pay his rent and his utility bills, as well as buying himself food and being able to take Klaus out for a nice dinner every so often without worrying.

It isn't the money that concerns him, but the sense of purpose. Or, in his case, the lack thereof.

"I'm just used to having something to do," he admits. "A goal. A... well, a calling, I suppose. And while I would much rather remain here in a world without war, there is a part of me that feels adrift in some ways. Anakin no longer needs my training and there are very few other Jedi here in Darrow. I can't imagine Rey or Ben being especially interested in traditional Jedi training regardless of their abilities."

While Obi-Wan speaks, Klaus stays quiet and listens, leaving his chin resting on Obi-Wan's warm shoulder as he curls his hand loosely around the man's bicep. What he's saying makes sense. From a very young age, Obi-Wan always had a sense of where his life was heading. He had a specific purpose, and it must be difficult for him to suddenly not have anything like that.

Klaus has always been sort of aimless. When he was young, he had a purpose, but it wasn't one that he chose for himself. He broke free as soon as he could, and then just drifted for the better part of two decades.

"I think you could teach a meditation class. Maybe yoga. You're very bendy," Klaus tells him, smiling as he presses a kiss to Obi's shoulder. "I'm sure there are lots of people here who could benefit from learning what you've taught me. And I'm not just saying that because I'd love to see you in a pair of yoga pants."

"Does one have to wear specific pants in order to teach yoga?" Obi-Wan asks, his mood lifting a little as he turns his head to properly look at Klaus, a broader smile curving his lips. Yoga may not have been a part of the traditional Jedi training, but Obi-Wan can see elements of the meditative practice within it, and while he's never tried it himself, he's watched a few people practicing in a park, fallen into the gentle rhythm of their breathing, the pulse of their life and their energy within the Force.

"I probably ought to take a class or two of my own before trying to teach it," he continues. "Meditation, however..." Klaus is right and Obi-Wan realizes he's been resisting the possibility unconsciously, without even understanding he was doing it.

He's quiet, his smile growing thoughtful, even a little embarrassed as he meets Klaus's gaze. "I think I'm afraid," he admits. "I've meditated on it and I've spoken of it with Anakin, with Ben, but when it comes down to actively leaving behind this part of my life that has been so much of who I am for as long as I can remember... I know it's the right thing to do, but I'm afraid."