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Red.
Red is all Cody sees.
Red in the pulsing lights of the casino, red in the strange cocktail that was thrust into his hand by some bartender whose smile was all too wide. Red in the music that pounds into Cody’s head, louder than blaster fire and more annoying than cadets asking Cody if his General was currently seeing anyone.
Red.
Mostly, red in the way that aforementioned General is wearing some material that flows over his pale shoulders, cutting a line on his lower back that has Cody awkwardly averting his eyes and sending silent pleas to whatever gods are up there that he can get through the night without saying something that warrants a court martial.
Red in the way that Cody’s cheeks flush when Obi-Wan sits down to join him in this booth, tucked away from the rest of the club, lips quirked up in a way that would have lesser men throwing themselves at the Jedi’s feet.
“I’ve gotten it,” Obi-Wan tells Cody, tone entirely too blasè, given the way the two great leaders of the Third Systems Army are in a blaring, seedy casino on some seedy planet and Obi-Wan is in a dress that flows around his body like the living Force itself.
Cody, professionally, thank you very much, swallows the strangled noise in the back of his throat when Obi-Wan slides up to his body and leans to the side so his breath is close to Cody’s ear and sends the hair on the nape of his neck straight up.
“I suppose the outfit worked after all,” Obi-Wan says, and it’s probably a normal tone, but Cody’s brain swears it’s more like a purr.
“It’s normal for Stewjoni to wear these things on this planet, Cody,” Obi-Wan had told him from the refresher, the cracked door obscuring his body, but leaving Cody’s imagination roaming.
Cody was sitting on the bed in the hotel room, staring a hole into the floor. Obi-Wan had shown him a flash of the material; a silky thing that looked entirely too delicate for Cody to even look at, let alone touch (and Cody was decidedly not following that last train of thought any further).
“My issue isn’t with the… dress, rather than going into this place at all. With all due respect, it’s risky, sir. There’s too many variables out of our control and I ca-,” Cody drops off in his sentence when Obi-Wan opens the door.
Cody turns his head to the door. There he stands; High General Obi-Wan Kenobi, feared Jedi Master and the Great Negotiator, the man that has simultaneously been the best and the worst things to happen to Cody in his very short life.
In all his glory, there Obi-Wan stands; in a red dress and netted tights. Cody’s eyes are still processing the black material lacing up Obi-Wan’s legs and the way they disappear underneath a cut of silk at his thighs before he makes his way to Obi-Wan’s face.
He immediately wishes he hadn’t looked.
Obi-Wan has shaved his beard.
Cody thinks, with much feeling in his chest:
Fuck.
Cody begins to reply, but he finds his voice tumbling out clumsily when Obi-Wan slides him a drink and pulls back from his ear with a self-confident smile that looks entirely too pretty on his clean-shaven cheeks; a dimple barely pokes out that Cody has never seen before.
Cody clears his throat and tries to look as Commander-like as possible, as if his stomach doesn’t do a particularly acrobatic flip when Obi-Wan knocks their knees together underneath the table.
“That easy, huh?” Cody asks, very pointedly not turning his face to the side to look at Obi-Wan.
Instead, he raises his drink to his lips (wait, why is he drinking this?) and scans the crowd of beings playing various gambling games so illegal that Fox would have a heart attack.
“Indeed, my dear,” Obi-Wan affirms next to him and Cody can feel him lean back into the seat, brushing his bare shoulder against Cody’s clothed one as he goes.
Cody sets his glass on the table and flinches when someone in the next booth screams a curse before laughing boisterously.
Loud, too loud.
“Relax, Cody,” Obi-Wan tells him.
His voice is loud enough to carry over the music and chatter, but an edge of gentleness has Cody turning his head to look at him. He has to turn his body slightly, as he is currently hunched over the table and Obi-Wan is lounging against the chair. Obi-Wan is looking at him with soft eyes and the dim lighting splays shadows into the cut of his collarbones, barely reflecting the slight sheen of the material that cascades across his shoulders.
Cody’s skin itches with some urge that he’s too scared to name.
“A bit hard to do that, sir,” Cody says with a hard voice and Obi-Wan opens his mouth to chastise him before Cody catches it, “Obi-Wan, I mean.”
Something goes through Obi-Wan’s eyes when Cody says his name, but it’s gone as quickly as it came and Obi-Wan is leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table.
“Finish your drink,” Obi-Wan says with something that can only be described as mischief in his buttery voice.
Cody furrows his eyebrows, “Shouldn’t we be going? We finished-”
“Cody,” Obi-Wan interrupts.
“Obi-Wan,” Cody shoots back; if Obi-Wan wants to abandon rank-and-file here, then by gods, Cody will give it to him.
“This assignment is covered by the Republic,” Obi-Wan tells him slowly and patiently as if Cody is Skywalker mouthing off about some banthashit and Cody is about to roll his eyes, but he gets the point when Obi-Wan finishes, “As far as the Republic knows, this took all night and many more drinks to get the Rodian to talk.”
Cody studies him for a moment and a million arguments are on his lips, but Obi-Wan is looking at him with an open earnestness and that something that flashed across his face a minute ago is back. So against all training and regulations, against all odds and despite all his brothers’ teasing over having a hard-on for rules, Cody does something he’s never done before.
He says fuck it.
Cody turns back to the table and picks up his glass, downing his drink. It tastes like the antiseptic that Fox dared him to lick one time when they were cadets and it burns at his throat, but he swallows down the liquid and the grimace threatening to break over his face.
Placing the empty cup back on the table, Cody turns his head again and oh, Cody is so in for it because a grin has broken out over Obi-Wan’s face and Cody can’t tell if the warmth in his chest is from the drink or the way that Obi-Wan’s eyes have crinkled at the corners.
“You’re a bastard,” Cody says solemnly, putting in a valiant effort to restrain the twitch in his lip that would give him away.
Obi-Wan’s grin gets impossibly wider and he winks , for Force sake, before responding, “I know.”
This is how Cody finds himself four drinks down, a fifth in his hand, and laughing through a story of how he discovered that Fox lets Quinlan call him “babygirl” via a holotext notification that popped up on his datapad when Cody was using it for research.
Obi-Wan tilts his head back with his own laughter and it bares the long line of his neck. Cody lets his eyes rove over the pale, unmarked skin for a moment, his expressions loosened by the alcohol and the ease between them.
The war seems so far away here.
Cody chuckles through the remnants of his own laughter and takes another sip of his drink.
Obi-Wan shakes his head and leans one elbow on the table, twisting his body to face Cody. Cody is simply unable to stop his eyes dragging down Obi-Wan’s face for just a moment, though he has his wits about himself enough that he flushes a bit when he meets Obi-Wan’s eyes again to find the Jedi watching him.
There’s a beat of silence between them and Cody can feel his shoulders start to shrink around his neck, embarrassed over being caught looking, but then Obi-Wan is opening his mouth to speak.
“So what about you?” Obi-Wan asks him.
Obi-Wan’s voice has dropped an octave and his eyes are skimming over Cody’s face, which would be fine, if it weren’t for the way that the dim light has dilated his pupils and is making is expression darken in a way that causes Cody to hesitate for a moment too long before answering.
“What about me?” Cody responds and barely lifts an eyebrow.
Obi-Wan leans forward an inch and Cody’s gut swoops, but he doesn’t move.
“Your brother has his… proclivities,” Obi-Wan’s voice is softer now with the close distance and Cody could swear he feels fingertips brushing on his thigh but he doesn’t dare look away, even as the blue eyes drop to his lips and Obi-Wan asks, “What about yours?”
Cody can feel the heat overtaking his face; not solely from the question, but the way that it would take only a short movement to close the distance between them and the way that, yep, Obi-Wan is definitely brushing his knuckles on Cody’s thigh, the absolute bastard.
“I don’t have any,” Cody responds and he’ll be patting himself on the back later for the way his voice somehow remains even.
Obi-Wan presses further and Cody feels like he’s going cross-eyed trying to drink in every aspect of Obi-Wan's face laid bare and so close. He's distantly aware of another loud, boisterous laughter from the patrons near them, but this time it flows into the background and everything, really, seems parsecs away when he can feel Obi-Wan’s breath on his mouth.
“None?” Obi-Wan asks him again and Cody inhales a sharp breath when he feels dexterous fingers skate up his thigh.
Cody smiles something that skirts between shy and anticipatory and he reaches down to grasp Obi-Wan’s wrist, stalling the tortuous touches that are drifting farther and farther to an area that has Cody’s abdomen tensing.
“Have I mentioned you’re a bastard?” Cody mutters and there’s a coiling in his chest that he usually gets right before he jumps off a gunship.
A coy twist of Obi-Wan’s mouth prefaces his whisper, “Absolutely incorrigible, darling, I know. Now will you please get your blasted hands on me?”
So… Cody jumps.
Obi-Wan barely gets the last part of his sentence out of his mouth before Cody is finally, finally closing the distance between them. He releases Obi-Wan’s wrist and fists it into the back of his head, instead. Obi-Wan goes easily and they meet in a clash of teeth, alcohol, and years of tension finally snapping.
It’s everything Cody thought it’d be, yet nothing like he thought it’d be. Obi-Wan kisses like he fights; graceful in the way his tongue seamlessly slides besides Cody’s and confident in the way he pushes his head forward and makes Cody dart out a hand to the table to prevent from falling backward.
And yes, there’s this hunger that Cody could only akin to Skywalker (which, gross, he’d rather not think about the brooding Jedi right now). Obi-Wan kisses like he wants to take Cody apart, which is something Cody hasn’t seen from his suave, gentle, and kind General.
Cody’s thoughts briefly flash to he only wants to let go with me and that’s a dangerous thread to pull right now, so instead he kisses Obi-Wan back with the same fervor and tries to communicate how insane his Jedi has been driving him today, yesterday, last rotation, last year, really every forcedamned day since he met the man.
Obi-Wan pulls back just as Cody is getting around to mapping the back of Obi-Wan’s teeth. A string of spit connects their mouths for a moment as they stare at each other with wild, darkened eyes and heavy breaths.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have,” Obi-Wan whispers, but he doesn’t move or let go of the front of Cody’s shirt and he doesn’t stop looking at Cody’s lips, so he can’t be that sorry.
“No, you shouldn’t have,” Cody agrees as he dives forward again.
He catches a ghost of a smile in between his lips when he kisses Obi-Wan again, though he tries to go slower this time. He slowly pries Obi-Wan’s mouth open, first with a swipe of his tongue on the pink bottom lip, then in between, then slowly, so slowly, entering Obi-Wan’s mouth and relishing in the way that he can feel the velvet of their tongues brushing together.
Their pace speeds up, however, when Obi-Wan makes a small, hungry noise in the back of his throat and that does something to Cody.
Responding with his own hum of approval, Cody sits up from where he was bracing himself and flexes his abs to push forward, taking control. Obi-Wan lets him, and Cody could laugh because this is what finally has his incorrigible (Obi-Wan’s words, not his) Jedi shutting the fuck up and letting Cody take over. He opens his mouth further and Obi-Wan is quick to mirror him, licking into each other’s mouths like a couple of horny cadets.
Cody takes his hands and slides over Obi-Wan’s waist, down to his hips, feeling the silk of the material lightly catch on his callouses.
He grips there and pulls Obi-Wan towards him, who seems to get the hint and scrambles, somehow still graceful, between the table and Cody to sit in his lap. Cody feels a knee on either side of his thighs and a tongue on his neck and this would be enough for him to combust then and there, but then he takes his hands and grips onto Obi-Wan’s thighs, fingertips skirting underneath the material of the dress and Obi-Wan moans into his ear.
Cody’s not sure what holoporn deity possesses his body; he’s blaming it on the ambience and the way he’s dreamt of Obi-Wan like this more times than he’d like to count, but he tugs at the black netting and scrapes his fingertips over Obi-Wan’s thighs, murmuring, “You like that, baby?”
The threat of being arrested for public indecency or decommissioned by the Kaminoans for illegal fraternization is all worth it for the broken, needy sound that comes tumbling out of Obi-Wan’s lips and muffled by Cody’s neck. Cody slides his hands to the sides of Obi-Wan’s thighs and pulls him forward, which consequently knocks their erections together, which consequently draws groans from both of them and…
Maybe they need to find a room.
Cody wonders for the umpteenth time in the last few years if Obi-Wan can read his thoughts when his Jedi says, still working on suctioning Cody’s neck, “There’s a hotel here.”
Cody nods and releases his own breathy noise when Obi-Wan rolls his hips just enough to send electricity through Cody’s lower stomach.
Obi-Wan pulls back and Cody is about to come undone from the way his hair is mussed and his lips are swollen, but he doesn’t quite get the chance before Obi-Wan is climbing off him and shooting him a crooked grin before turning on his heel and walking away. The back of the dress cuts low, so the line of his spine moves hypnotizingly underneath the expanse of smooth skin and Cody watches for a moment before he realizes he was just left behind.
Di’kutla jetii.
Cody internally rolls his eyes before he’s sliding out of the booth, looking furiously for a familiar flash of red. He finds Obi-Wan several paces ahead of him and keeps his gaze there as he slides through the throng of people, only stopping to shoot a murderous glare that Wolffe calls the “CC-2224 Classic” at a patron that slides a wandering hand over his back as he passes them.
Eventually, he leaves the casino portion of the building and finds Obi-Wan waiting by the elevator. He has his arms crossed and his hip cocked and Cody wishes with every fiber of his being that he could take a holopicture of the Great Negotiator looking like an unimpressed tooka in a ridiculous red dress.
(Cody is not admitting that it’s both terribly cute and terribly sexy because Obi-Wan is still a massive pain in his shebs, thank you very much.)
Cody gets to him right as the door opens to the lift and he’s about to call Obi-Wan another insult before he’s shoved inside and his back hits the wall with an oof.
“Took you long enough,” Obi-Wan mutters, slipping his hands underneath Cody’s tight black t-shirt and running them up the ridges of his abdomen.
Cody huffs a mocking laugh as he yanks Obi-Wan closer with a vice grip on his hips. Their pelvises knock together and Cody feels just a little satisfied when Obi-Wan closes his eyes and mutters a curse.
“Do you ever shut up?”
A mischievous glint races through blue when Obi-Wan looks back up. Cody is both scared for whatever will come out of Obi-Wan’s mouth next and hopelessly turned on.
“Only when my mouth is otherwise occupied.”
And, gods, yes, Cody has been dying to do exactly that for ages.
He’s leaning forward and kissing the stupid smile off Obi-Wan’s face and has just started to drift his hands lower over the swell of Obi-Wan’s ass when the lift beeps. It gives them exactly a two second warning to separate from each other and all but leap out into the hallway when the door opens.
They make it to the room that is, thankfully, not terribly far from the elevator. Obi-Wan starts inputting a code and Cody’s brain catches up to him for a moment.
“Wait, how did you get a room that fast?” Cody asks before the door unlocks and he’s tugged inside.
He’s slammed up against the wall again (really, if Obi-Wan keeps doing this then Cody’s going to have to make up a very creative excuse to Helix as to how he got a concussion) and Obi-Wan is yanking his shirt up.
Cody raises his hands and feels his shirt slipped off and tossed across the room in record-breaking time. Obi-Wan starts to mouth at his collarbones and lightly scratches his nails on the skin above Cody’s pants, which punches a breath out of him.
Gods, if he’s already this affected…
“Already had one,” Obi-Wan simply explains, as if it makes perfect sense why he would check out a room for a mission that was only meant to last a few hours.
Cody tilts his head back and his hands reflexively go to Obi-Wan’s hips when his neck is attacked again, feeling the slightly coarse freshly-shaven cheek brush against the hinge of his jaw.
The pieces click together and Cody opens his eyes in stark realization. He pushes Obi-Wan away from him, holding him in place with the grip on his hips, and it takes all his restraint to not kiss the lower lip that has slightly pouted out.
“Did you plan this?” Cody accuses and the way that Obi-Wan flushes tells him all he needs to know.
Cody breathes a laugh, feeling half-hysterical as he tries to process the information that his General, the smug, conniving, coy, seductive, beautiful, lovely, awful man he is, planned to get Cody into his bed.
“You… you- Obi-Wan what,” Cody begins, but he’s promptly silenced by lips on his own.
He hates that it works, but he kisses Obi-Wan back and pulls him forward again, already missing the feeling of wandering fingertips on his skin.
“Don’t think too hard, darling, we can talk later,” Obi-Wan whispers against his mouth.
Cody actually begins to laugh now, because the entire premise is ridiculous and outlandish and he still can’t believe that Obi-Wan planned this.
Obi-Wan growls in frustration and pushes off Cody. He glares at him, but it misses the mark with the way he already looks wrecked.
“Are you quite finished?” Obi-Wan crosses his arms and looks like that unimpressed tooka in a dress again.
Force, Cody doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to look at the feared General the same way again.
Not that he wants to, of course.
“Am I quite finished?” Cody mocks Obi-Wan’s accent and swallows whatever insult the Jedi is about to throw his way when he pushes off the wall and grabs Obi-Wan’s face, kissing him filthily and directing him to the bed.
“Cody, you’re such a-” Obi-Wan starts against his lips, but the words punch out of his chest when Cody shoves him backwards onto the mattress.
He tries to sit up on his elbows, but Cody crawls over his body and hovers over him with hands pressed on either side of his head.
“I’m a what?” Cody goads, his voice dropping low.
Obi-Wan huffs a defeated sigh and drops his eyes from Cody’s face to the expanse of his chest.
Cody thinks he’s won for a moment, but then that damned glint dances across Obi-Wan’s eyes again and he has just enough time to tense his muscles in anticipation when Obi-Wan is throwing his legs around Cody’s waist and flipping them over.
Landing on his back, Cody smiles crookedly up at Obi-Wan, who has now braced himself over Cody the same way. He puts his weight in Cody’s lap and purposefully rolls his hips as he leans down to kiss Cody again.
Cody inhales deeply against Obi-Wan’s face and reaches to slide his hands up Obi-Wan’s thighs again, remembering the reaction he received in the booth.
“I want you to fuck me, Commander,” Obi-Wan mutters against his mouth.
Cody thinks he may die here.
“Osik, yeah,” Cody groans and splays his fingers over the top of Obi-Wan’s thigh, feeling the muscle ripple underneath it when Obi-Wan rolls his hips again.
“Say it again,” Obi-Wan whispers and pulls back just enough to look at Cody.
He has a vulnerability in his eyes that has Cody pausing to reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind Obi-Wan’s ear, feeling his chest swell with an emotion he thought he had stamped down years ago.
“Baby,” Cody breathes.
Obi-Wan’s breath hitches and he chokes a noise in the back of his throat before diving down again. He kisses Cody softly and their lips slide gently against each other, sending tingles through Cody’s skin.
They exchange gentler kisses for a few moments, calming the heat between them. Finally, Cody pulls back and kisses the corner of Obi-Wan’s mouth.
“I’m assuming,” Cody says the word slowly and mockingly, “In your plot to get me into bed, you brought oil?”
Obi-Wan sits up and gives him an arch of an eyebrow like he wants to respond with something that would be uncouth for a Jedi, but the desire to get Cody on top of him (or underneath him, Cody doesn’t really mind either way) overrides his tongue.
“Actually,” Obi-Wan puts emphasis on the word, “I don’t need it.”
That shuts Cody up.
“You… don’t need it?” Cody asks slowly, trying to stop the horny thoughts that come rushing at him at the speed of light from the new information.
Obi-Wan just smiles and slides off Cody to stand by the bed, his hands going behind him to fumble with the zipper of the dress.
“Stewjoni make their own,” Obi-Wan shrugs and says it as if he’s commenting on the weather and as if Cody isn’t internally screaming and more turned on than he’s been in his entire life.
Cody must be staring too long because Obi-Wan pauses and looks pointedly at the pants covering Cody’s lower half as if they’re personally offending him.
Cody shakes himself out of his filthy thoughts and begins to shuck his pants down at a speed that has Obi-Wan snorting a laugh.
Obi-Wan goes back to fumbling with his dress, but Cody has made an executive decision in his head, as is his right as a Commander. It's the best tactical decision to benefit both parties, and isn't Obi-Wan supposed to be the Negotiator, anyway?
“Leave them on,” Cody all but groans, his gaze ravishing over the way that the damned dress fits around Obi-Wan's broad shoulders. "Both of them," he adds for good measure, nodding to the tights.
Obi-Wan stills his movements and looks at Cody imperceptibly, god-knows-what racing through his mind before he simply nods.
The Jedi crosses the room to meet Cody and Cody’s impossibly dark eyes track every single movement. He eventually meets him by the bed, and leans in like he’s going to kiss Cody, but pauses right before their faces meet, a teasing smile playing at his lips.
And oh no, Cody is having none of that tonight.
In a flash, Cody grabs Obi-Wan’s hips and twists them around so Obi-Wan falls on to the mattress. Obi-Wan sits up on his elbows and watches as Cody kneels by the bed, hooking his hands behind Obi-Wan’s knees. Cody pulls him forward a few inches so the mesh-clad knees bracket his head. He uses a slow hand to ruck up the material of the dress, but freezes when he gets a flash of pink and whatever blood Cody had remaining in his brain has run south at the speed of the Senatorial shuttles on Coruscant.
Because, well-
"Are those...?" Cody starts.
"Perhaps," Obi-Wan drawls and Cody can't tear his eyes away from the soft pink material nestled delicately between two thighs to save his life right now, but he can hear the smirk in Obi-Wan's voice.
Cody runs a careful thumb over Obi-Wan's core, pressing down just slightly so he can feel the panties, Manda save him, underneath the tights. Obi-Wan reacts like a live wire and a slow, predatory grin crosses over Cody's face when he realizes the spot he just touched and exactly what kind of anatomy lies beneath.
He can work with this. Cody flicks his gaze up to Obi-Wan, who's watching with slightly parted lips and flushed cheeks, his long fingers gripping the sheets. Cody sharpens his grin before he begins to mouth up the inside of Obi-Wan’s thigh, teasing the fabric in between his teeth.
“Cody,” Obi-Wan warns, twitching his hips.
“Hush,” Cody chides from his place on the inside of Obi-Wan’s knee.
Cody can practically feel Obi-Wan’s gaze burning into him as his hands drag up his legs and his fingers hook into the thin waistband of the tights. He gets a bright idea and hides his slight smirk against the rough material before he is leaning up, up, up and aligning his mouth with the waistband, toying the elastic between his teeth.
“Cody,” Obi-Wan warns again, breathier this time.
Cody only hums and looks up to make eye contact with Obi-Wan as he begins pulling the material down with his teeth. Obi-Wan is watching him with an intensity that only spurns Cody on further, his mouth already watering. He reaches the obstacle of Obi-Wan’s ass, who is quick to slightly raise his hips to allow for the netting to slide down to his thighs.
Cody has to tug a bit harder and he might hear a rip somewhere, but he’s eventually able to get the tights down to Obi-Wan’s knees. He releases the material and looks up, opting to mouth slowly at the inside of Obi-Wan's soft thighs as he gets his fingers in the thin straps over Obi-Wan's hips and pulls them down to meet the tights, finally baring Obi-Wan to him fully.
And, well. He might die here.
See, Cody knew, logistically, that Obi-Wan is Stewjoni. He had a good idea of what that means and it was confirmed when he pressed down over the top of Obi-Wan's center and his Jedi reacted like he'd been shot (though the knowledge that Obi-Wan naturally produces his own slick is news to him).
It doesn’t mean he is prepared for the glistening pink folds that sit nicely underneath Obi-Wan’s cock, or the way that some slick has dragged from the lips to the inside of Obi-Wan’s thigh. It doesn’t mean he’s prepared for the overwhelming urge to taste and take.
Cody has already decided to abandon his restraint tonight, so.
He dives forward and licks a line from Obi-Wan’s perineum and up to the base of his cock. Obi-Wan cries out and throws his head back, hand flying up to clutch at the back of Cody’s head and digging his fingers into the curls as if his life depends on it.
“Force, Cody,” Obi-Wan moans, twitching his hips when Cody experimentally dips his tongue in between the folds.
Cody tastes salt and something vaguely metallic as he licks up and tongues at the top. Obi-Wan releases a filthy moan when he flicks on the sensitive nub there and Cody groans in his chest in response, doing it again to get another noise like that out of his Jedi.
He’s rewarded with another noise above him, but before he can do it again, the hands in his hair are yanking him upwards. Cody goes easily, bracketing over Obi-Wan’s body so he can kiss him again.
“Won’t last long if you keep doing that,” Obi-Wan whispers against his lips.
Cody hums in acknowledgement and kisses a line from Obi-Wan’s mouth, across the dimple in his chin and down to his neck. Obi-Wan squirms underneath him and Cody can feel him kicking the tights the rest of the way off his legs.
“What if I do this?” Cody asks and reaches down to get a hand around Obi-Wan’s leaking cock.
Obi-Wan moans and bucks his hips into Cody’s hand, gripping Cody’s bicep when a thumb drags over the slit. Cody repeats the motion and sucks a mark into the skin at the junction of Obi-Wan’s shoulder and neck.
He runs a hand over Obi-Wan again and pulls back to watch as Obi-Wan exhales a curse and looks up at Cody through half-hooded eyes. He looks like a pin-up painting that some of his brothers put on the nose of their gunships; all fair skin against the blanket and his hair is splayed out so that the dark blonde mixing with the red of the blanket (red seems to be Obi-Wan’s color tonight) looks like a halo of fire.
“You’re beautiful,” Cody pauses the motion of his hand to murmur.
Obi-Wan flushes a brilliant pink and a tooth barely pokes out to bite at his lower lip self-consciously.
“So are you,” Obi-Wan whispers, clearly equally enraptured and Cody feels himself blushing, too.
Gods, they’re so kriffed.
“Not a very original compliment,” Cody manages to reply, hiding his fluster in Obi-Wan’s neck and continuing the slow movements on Obi-Wan’s cock.
“Alright, ah, fine then,” Obi-Wan squirms underneath him and runs his hands down Cody’s sides, “You’re beautiful and kind, mngh and patient with your brothers, and Force, don’t get me started on watching you in the field,” Obi-Wan says breathily.
Cody’s face feels like it’s going to combust into flames and his head is spinning from the praise, so he continues kissing up and down Obi-Wan’s neck to hide his reaction.
Obi-Wan twitches his hips when Cody begins a faster rhythm, lightly squeezing the skin of his cock and moving up and down, running a thumb over the head every so often.
“Fuck, Cody you’re just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and I can’t stop thinking about you even when I shouldn’t and I-,” Obi-Wan moans and his breathing speeds up underneath Cody’s chest.
Instead of stopping, Cody dives back down and promptly swallows Obi-Wan’s cock in one fluid motion. It’s not particularly large, as male Stewjoni, reproductively, don’t really need their cocks, so Cody is easily able to get his mouth down. He barely brushes the dark blonde hair on Obi-Wan’s pelvis with his nose.
"Sithspit," Obi-Wan moans above him and tries to thrust his hips into Cody’s mouth, but Cody takes his hands and pins them to the mattress.
It’s certainly not the first blowjob Cody has given, but the knowledge that it’s Obi-Wan in his mouth nearly drives Cody up the wall with arousal and he pulls out all the tricks he’s learned over the years. Given an advantage with Obi-Wan’s smaller girth, he’s able to fit almost all of him in his mouth and hollows his cheeks. He flicks his tongue at the top and pays close attention to the sensitive skin just below.
“Gods, that’s so good,” Obi-Wan whines again and his hips begin to rock in small movements as best they can underneath Cody’s grip.
Cody does something particularly filthy with this tongue and all it takes is a hand lifting from Obi-Wan’s hips to rub a finger over his clit for Obi-Wan to cry and shudder through his orgasm.
Cody sucks him dry and releases his hips so he can weakly twitch into Cody’s mouth, who swallows down his come as if it’s the finest delicacy this side of the Core.
He waits until Obi-Wan stops moving to pop off him, dragging his mouth to press a kiss into the slight jut of his hip bone. Obi-Wan makes a small noise that redirects Cody’s attention, so he looks up and rests his chin on his hip.
Obi-Wan has lifted himself back on to his elbows and he’s looking at Cody with a reverie that sends something fluttering through his chest like the butterflies on Maridun.
“Good?” Cody asks with a slight teasing grin, but part of him is genuinely asking.
Obi-Wan returns his smile and says, “Get up here.”
Cody, ever the good man, goes to meet Obi-Wan and crouches over him. He uses a hand to tilt Obi-Wan’s chin up and looks at each of his eyes, before dropping his gaze to those pink lips and kissing him gently.
It’s easy to get lost here, like this. Cody hasn’t had a thought outside of Obi-Wan since they stepped foot into the room and it’s dangerously effortless to allow himself to be so wrapped up into the man.
It’s terrifying, it’s intoxicating, but most importantly, it’s good.
Obi-Wan kisses him back and reaches up to tangle a hand into his hair, lightly scratching his scalp before hooking his fingers around the back of Cody’s neck.
Cody had nearly forgotten about the state of his own cock; being a soldier means it’s all too easy to ignore his own body and he was more than happy to focus on Obi-Wan’s. He’s reminded when fingers wrap around his length and he pulls back just an inch to hiss when Obi-Wan tugs on his foreskin.
“You know, the wonderful thing about people like me is we can have two types of orgasms,” Obi-Wan’s voice drops and a smile teases at the corner of his mouth.
Cody starts to huff a laugh but it gets choked in his mouth when Obi-Wan reaches his other hand to lightly squeeze his balls.
“Is that a challenge?” Cody manages.
Obi-Wan looks at him with sparkling eyes and it’s all Cody needs.
Cody kisses him again, this time slipping his tongue into Obi-Wan’s mouth and groaning into it when the hand on his cock twists gently. He presses forward until Obi-Wan’s head lays down on the mattress and he nips at Obi-Wan’s bottom lip as he pulls back with a wet noise.
Obi-Wan removes his hands from Cody’s cock and Cody watches with dark eyes as he slides two fingers down his own body, over his folds and dips them inside.
"Force," Cody curses when Obi-Wan’s fingers exit himself with slick glistening on the skin.
Cody catches his wrist and wraps his lips around Obi-Wan’s fingers, circling his tongue and sucking the slick off them. Obi-Wan watches him with an intense look and uses his thumb to press down onto Cody’s bottom lip.
“You’re going to kill me,” Obi-Wan's voice is distant as he watches Cody’s mouth.
Cody releases the fingers in his mouth and settles himself between Obi-Wan’s knees.
“Not before I make you come again,” Cody responds matter-of-factly as he rubs the head of his cock between Obi-Wan’s pussy.
Obi-Wan groans and takes it upon himself to lift his legs and place his calves on Cody’s shoulders. Cody looks down at him and almost comes right then just from seeing Obi-Wan spread open for him and soaking wet.
“What are you waiting fo- oh fuck,” Obi-Wan goads, but a moan is punched out of him when Cody begins to push inside.
Cody groans low and clutches on to the tops of Obi-Wan’s thighs. He flexes his core to sit up straight and moves his hips forward, bottoming out. Obi-Wan is a wet, hot vice around his cock and he has to close his eyes to keep his control.
He breathes like that for a few seconds before opening his eyes and turning his head to press a kiss to the inside of Obi-Wan’s calf. He’s about to ask if Obi-Wan is okay, but then his Jedi wriggles his hips impatiently and Cody is ever so quick to catch on.
Cody releases Obi-Wan’s thighs in favor of leaning over to brace his hands on either side of his head, bending Obi-Wan in half. He gives his hips an experimental shallow thrust and Obi-Wan’s mouth falls open in a small moan.
“You are…” Cody pants and moans when he rolls his hips, “Incredible.”
Obi-Wan huffs a laugh and hauls Cody down by the back of his neck and Cody tries not to think about how his knees are pinned to his shoulders now, folded in half, because he doesn’t think he can handle the thought without coming far quicker than he’d like.
Obi-Wan kisses him long and dirty and pulls back to look at Cody intently before he whispers, “Fuck me.”
And if that isn’t something Cody is going to replay in his head for the rest of his life.
Cody pulls out just before his head slips out and snaps his hips forward so hard that Obi-Wan moves an inch up the bed. Both of them moan loudly and Cody does it again, setting a steady rhythm. Obi-Wan leans up to connect their mouths again, but it’s more a sloppy brush of lips and pants as Cody fucks into him like it’s their last night in the galaxy.
Obi-Wan releases a curse when Cody leans back to grip his hip with one hand and reaches another down to finger his clit, occasionally dropping down to circle around his entrance to feel where he’s split open.
Cody hears himself moan before he realizes he’s doing it. There’s a rising heatwave in his lower stomach when Obi-Wan clenches around him, his walls apparently trying to latch on to Cody’s cock and refuse to let him go.
It’s not like Cody would argue with that.
Cody fucks into him harder and speeds up the hand on Obi-Wan’s clit. It’s messy and erratic, but the way that Obi-Wan’s chest and neck are blooming pink and the way that he’s scrambling for purchase into the sheets next to him means Cody is hitting the mark, so to speak.
It doesn’t take long for Obi-Wan to cry out and his cock spurts weakly on his stomach. He moves his hips to grind into Cody’s the best he can and Cody feels slick rush out of Obi-Wan, making a wet noise as Cody fucks him through it and he’s never felt anything like it.
Obi-Wan looks positively sinful when he comes, Cody discovers. His mouth falls open to make a long moan before he bites his lip and grunts when Cody’s pace quickens, the muscles of his abdomen twitching through the aftershocks.
The sight is almost too much; Cody’s close, he’s so close and his movements lose their rhythm as he grunts low and chases his crest. His hand slides from Obi-Wan’s core to his other hip, his wet fingers dragging a line of slick over his pelvis.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” Cody grits, tilting his head back and feeling a drop of sweat fall from his forehead as he uses his grip on Obi-Wan’s hips to thrust deeper inside him.
Obi-Wan cries from the overstimulation and the way that Cody keeps hitting that spot inside him that makes him lose his mind.
“Cody,” Obi-Wan whines beneath him and hearing his own name slurred in that arousal-thickened Coruscanti accent has Cody tumbling over the edge.
Cody moans raggedly and releases Obi-Wan’s hips to fall forward and brace himself on the bed as he comes harder than he thinks he ever has in his life. His skin is on fire and he screws his eyes shut, seeing white behind his eyelids.
His hips stutter and slow as he comes down from the high, all his senses feeling like they’re increased tenfold. Cody takes a shaky, centering breath to calm the rapid pacing of his heart and he opens his eyes again.
Obi-Wan is looking up at him with impossibly soft eyes and a bit of sweat dampens the edges of his fringe. Cody’s eyes widen a bit when he sees the smattering of bruises darkening over Obi-Wan’s shoulder and a couple climb dangerously up his neck. He feels a mixture of guilt and maybe a bit of fuck, that’s hot.
He thinks for a moment about Obi-Wan being able to show the bruises off and let the whole karking galaxy see who he belongs to, but he quickly shoves that thought down because it leads to a dangerous conclusion.
“Sorry,” Cody breathes and when Obi-Wan quirks a brow he explains, “You look like you got mauled by a nexu.”
Obi-Wan laughs tiredly and says, “I told you about that ti-,”
“On Geonosis, I know,” Cody finishes for him, smiling like the lovesick bastard he is.
Cody pulls slowly out of Obi-Wan, making them both wince, and he flops to lay down on his back next to him.
Obi-Wan turns on his side and looks Cody up and down before slyly smiling and muttering, “You don’t look much better.”
Cody turns his head to look at him and curses the way his cheeks heat with Obi-Wan’s roaming eyes on him.
“Least my skin hides it better, you’re gonna have to go explain yourself to Helix when we get out of here,” Cody drawls, his words dipped in post-orgasmic relaxation and exhaustion.
Obi-Wan rolls his eyes and Cody chuckles. They look at each other for a moment and Cody curses himself for mentioning the outside world because the smile slowly slips off Obi-Wan’s face, his eyes growing more serious. Cody feels his own wave of anxiety that he’s been trying to keep at bay all night begin to wash over him.
“What does this mean, Obi-Wan?” Cody whispers.
Cody has never been one to admit fear. He’s renowned for rushing headfirst into battle and mowing down droids like it’s his favorite thing in the world to do (it’s a close second to something else). Fear was all but beaten out of him on Kamino and Cody was fine with it; he never felt he had anything he treasured enough to fear losing in the first place.
Except now, that is.
Obi-Wan looks at him for a moment before glancing down, chasing his thoughts. He swallows and meets Cody’s eyes again, looking uncharacteristically insecure.
“I don’t know,” Obi-Wan responds with a small voice.
Cody takes a deep inhale and nods. There’s a million and one sentences and words running through his brain, but he gives into his urge to turn to his side and tug Obi-Wan closer with a hand on his back, resting it there. Obi-Wan scoots to him until their faces are a few inches apart and he reaches a hand to thumb over Cody’s cheekbone.
The touch warms the ice that had begun to spread in his lungs and Cody gratefully turns his head to kiss Obi-Wan’s palm.
He’s not sure where he finds the words or the courage, but something about the slow flutter of Obi-Wan’s eyelashes as he blinks at him and the weight of his hand on his face has the words falling out of Cody’s mouth; he can’t be bothered to catch them this time.
For the second time tonight, Cody jumps.
“I love you,” Cody whispers and Obi-Wan sharply inhales, a broken sound coming from his throat, “Always have, I think.”
Obi-Wan smiles small and furrows his brows as he closes the distance between them, kissing Cody softly. It’s nothing more than a gentle press of lips, but it sends emotions that Cody couldn’t even begin to name through his head and oddly, his eyes start to sting with tears.
Obi-Wan presses their foreheads together and Cody thinks he’ll never forget the way he says his next words; no matter what happens next, once they leave this room, they’ll settle into his memory as if they were always, somehow, organically supposed to be there.
“I love you, too.”
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(The next day...)
Helix hears a knock on his office door on the Negotiator, tucked deep into the ship’s medbay. He heaves a deep sigh and places his datapad on the desk, pinching the bridge of his nose; he had just gotten his headache to go away. Standing up to answer the door, Helix begins to grumble in a tired voice, “Waxer, if your stupid shebs tried to stick something you shouldn’t have up your ass again, I am not-.”
Helix stops when he slides open the door and sees Kenobi and Cody.
He doesn’t think he’s ever seen these two willingly and consciously on this side of the ship in, well, ever.
“Uh,” Helix starts.
“Helix. We, uh, need some bacta. And bruise patches. Please. We can’t go to regular medbay,” Cody grits and struggles to keep his face neutral, but Helix sees the red on the tips of his ears.
Here’s how it goes:
Helix darts his eyes to the General standing behind Cody, a polite smile on his startlingly bare face. Helix notices the bruises littering his neck. Kenobi notices that he notices. The di’kut only smiles wider.
Pain flares in the back of Helix’s head.
He looks at his Commander and sees matching bruises and sith fucking hells is that a bite-mark on his neck. Cody notices that he notices. Cody flushes a deeper red and avoids his eyes.
A beat of silence and yep, Helix’s headache is back.
“Vod, liste-”
“Nope.”
Helix punches a button to close the door and injects another stim into his arm with a straight face before returning to his work.