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Cody woke and dressed as efficiently as ever. Even on these diplomatic missions, some things were just standard, including his armor, clipped on with precision. He paused in front of the mirror in the room, much too grand for a soldier like him, and peered at the reflection he shared with his brothers. He tilted his head to one side, then the other, pondering a new line of his face that creased between his eyebrows. His General would say it was from reading reports late at night or scowling too much, but to Cody, any sigh of age was a blessing, it meant he had survived long enough to earn some lines on his face. Some of his brothers weren’t that lucky.
The thought of his General filled him with the warm glow that always accompanied his presence. Some of his brothers had found their ways to strange religions from various nat-borns they’d met along the way during this war, but for Cody, High Jedi General Obi Wan Kenobi was the only thing he needed to believe in a higher power. Not because he was a Jedi, or his peculiar use of the force. Just because he was good, truly, earnestly, honestly, the best man Cody had ever known, which was saying something considering how highly he thought of his brothers.
Cody traced his finger over the mangled scar that stretched through his eyebrow, arching over his forehead and cutting sharply down to his cheek bone. He’d earned it honestly enough, he supposed, and didn’t mind it, preferring to have a distinguishing feature that enabled the Jedi and Senators alike to at least recognize him as the Marshall Commander of the Third systems Army.
In all honesty, he shouldn’t even be here. Guard duty was a job he had long since deferred to the men he trusted, but who were just as capable as he of traipsing after the General as he shmoozed.
He wrinkled his nose at the word in his mind. Obi Wan didn’t shmooze. He wasn’t the type. Earnest through and through, that man. He actually cared. Was genuinely interested in the people he was speaking to. But even Obi Wan could grow tired of events such as this. He had told him so on the journey to Cisto.
Cody sighed and grabbed his bucket from the little table in his room. He peered out the window, still puzzled by the strange yellow sky, finding the color sickening and unpleasant. Obi Wan had cheerfully pointed out that it wasn’t dissimilar to the color decorating Cody’s armor and chuckled heartily at Cody’s look of disgust.
“Come now, Commander. All I’m saying is, your armor is delightful. Perhaps you can find some of its beauty in the sky. At least until we make our leave.”
Cody grumbled, “As you wish, General.”
Obi Wan had rolled his eyes at that, his legs kicked up on the sofa in his room, “Oh come now, Cody. Enough with the formalities. It’s bad enough that we got dragged into this, you could at least let me have a little fun and let loose a little.”
Cody took his helmet off, “will that suffice, Sir?” he asked with a grin.
Obi Wan had chuckled, “You know one of these days I’ll take your snark to heart, my friend.”
“Two years and counting, Sir. I haven’t worn you down yet.”
Obi Wan had smiled widely at that, his bright blue eyes glittering in the low light of the room. “I am so fortunate to have a friend such as you, my dear Commander.” He muttered softly, his heavily lidded eyes faltering briefly, “Go on with you.” He said with a grin to the door. “Get some well-earned rest, I doubt there’ll be much of it tomorrow.”
“Yes, Sir. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Cody. Sweet dreams.”
And Cody had had them, curled up in a plush bed, instead of a hard rack in the barracks. It felt wrong, somehow, to enjoy such luxury when he knew that across the galaxy, his brothers were fighting, some dying, for the cause. Still, he couldn’t fix everything, even if he wanted to.
He’d fallen into a soft, gentle sleep, suspended under a bright blue gaze, huffing pleasantly as his mind ran away with impossible thoughts, of desires not spoken of to anyone. It was in these rare moments that Cody felt truly himself, behind all the bluster and protocol. Cody’s body fizzed with excitement at the thought of time spent with his General, away from the throes of war, nestled in safety and luxury, something neither of them was particularly accustomed to. He was excited about it, not just for the experience itself, but how they would only be able to speak to one another about it afterwards. This would be theirs, belonging only to them, and to Cody, who didn’t dare wish for the thing he really wanted from his General, that was enough to make this trip the most exciting so far.
Of course, he couldn’t let on that that was the case. Obi Wan could sense things. He knew when Cody was sick before he did. Could sense from the atmosphere of a planet if something was wrong. And while those were wonderful things, sometimes Cody wondered how caught he would be if Obi Wan found out where his mind went when it wandered.
The corridors were packed with dignitaries, staff, politicians, and the like as Cody made his way to the General’s quarters. He, along with the rest of the delegation from the senate, were staying in the most opulent section of the palace, something Obi Wan had protested greatly upon arrival.
“I don’t think it sends the right message to stay in such luxury,” he had muttered to Cody as he was left amongst gilded furniture and a rather disconcerting painted ceiling.
“I think in this case, Sir, you’ll do more harm than good if you complain.”
Obi Wan had chuckled, fixing Cody with his blue eyes that always had a mischievous twinkle, “indeed, Commander. I will have to settle for complaining to you instead, I feel.”
Cody had laughed beneath his bucket, “happy to take one for the team, Sir.”
Obi Wan had grinned brightly, the apples of his cheeks becoming rosy. “Good man.” He’d said, patting Cody on the shoulder before wandering off.
Cody stood outside Obi Wan’s door with the memory ricochetting around his mind. He shook his head to push it away, knocking and waiting for Obi Wan’s response, but it didn’t come. Cody knocked again, a feeling of trepidation tickling the back of his neck. He reached for his blaster, resting his right hand on it as he knocked a third and final time.
“Yes, yes, sorry…I’m…one moment…”
“Is everything alright, Sir?” Cody asked quietly through the door.
“Cody?”
“Yes, Sir.”
There was a loud huff and sigh before Obi Wan spoke again. “I…may need your assistance, Commander, if you’re available.”
“Of course, Sir.” Cody said, turning the handle with ease and letting himself into the room.
Obi Wan wasn’t immediately visible. The heavy curtains were still drawn against the yellow sky, a light from another room casting heavy shadows.
“Sir?” Cody asked, shutting the door with a click.
“You have to promise not to laugh, Commander.”
Cody blinked and looked around the room as though expecting Obi Wan to jump out behind the sofa. “Sir?” he asked again.
“Promise me, Cody. It’s all rather embarrassing.”
“Of course, Sir.” Cody replied, his curiosity peaked as he took a step forward.
Obi Wan huffed and strode of out of what Cody presumed was the bathroom, his hands on his hips, his shoulders up behind his ears, his cheeks scarlet. “It appears Anakin was less than forthcoming when he asked me to fill in for him.” He muttered, looking down at himself in horror.
Cody removed his helmet, needing to see this with his own eyes, knowing he would very likely revisit it many times afterwards. He opened his mouth to speak, contemplating anything to take away from the shock of seeing his General like this, and promptly closed his mouth again when no single word wanted to escape.
“Yes, that was my impression as well.” Obi Wan said witheringly as he stepped closer. “Would you mind helping with this?” he asked, pointing at a heavy, gilded broach at the collar behind his neck.
Cody wordlessly moved towards the Jedi as he turned around. Cody’s fingers fumbled over the minute gilded clasp.
“Yes, it’s been giving me trouble as well.” Obi Wan commented.
Exasperated, Cody pulled off his glove with his teeth and managed to maneuver it in place. He stepped back quickly and pulled his glove back on. He tilted his head and couldn’t help but smile as Obi Wan turned around, brushing his hands down himself and harrumphing in the mirror.
Obi Wan was decked out in a series of resplendent robes. Not the kind Jedi wore. These were bright and brash and gave the impression of the Mandalorian royal house of old. Where Jedi robes crossed in front and joined at the waist, these cascaded over Obi Wan’s fit physique and gave the illusion of a head bobbling on the top of a bottle. The color, green, with fine gold piping actually complimented the Jedi’s copper hair and beard immensely and Cody thought if perhaps he needed a positive, that would be the one he offered his General. But clothing aside, it was the makeup that made him unsure how to help.
Obi Wan’s beautiful, pale skin had been painted ghostly white, thick gold eyeliner winged out over the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, somehow bringing out the flecks of sandy brown that sat close to his iris’. Thicker gold lines decorated his cheeks in swirling patters that made his beard appear to be encroaching on his skin. But it was his lips, thick and plump and such a bright red it made everything else pale in comparison, that took Cody’s breath away. He was surprised to realize that he liked them like this, shiny and inviting, as though waiting for…no, Obi Wan would never forgive him for even thinking that.
“You…er…did we know make up was involved, Sir?” Cody asked curiously.
Obi Wan scowled and huffed out another sighed, “indeed we did not, Commander. Of course, I was aware the people of Cisto celebrated occasions in this way. However, it was not communicated to me that I could have to partake as well.”
“It looks…good, Sir.” Cody said, feeling the corners of his lips rise and squeezing his fist closed to stop himself. He wasn’t sure Obi Wan would ever forgive him for laughing when he was in such a vulnerable state.
Obi Wan leveled him with a sideways glance and turned to face the mirror. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Whatever it is, it is what’s required of me, and I would never do anything to insult our hosts. So, I suppose I am ready if you are.” He said, his body calming, his shoulders relaxing as the air of the High Jedi General returned to him.
“It’s really not that bad, Sir.”
Obi Wan smiled and patted Cody on his shoulder, “Kind of you to say. I could always ask if they have an outfit for you, you know?” he said wickedly.
Cody shook his head. “No, Sir. I’m fine.”
Obi Wan nodded and smiled, “Indeed. Handsome as ever, Commander.” He said softly as he swept through the door.
Cody felt himself blush and slammed his helmet back on.
The hallways were even worse now, Cody having to turn sideways to slip through the throng of people, his hand hovering over his blaster.
“You have your saber, Sir?” Cody hushed into Obi Wan’s ear.
Obi Wan chuckled and nodded. “Of course, Commander.”
“Are you able to…um…get to it?” he asked, his eyes tracking down Obi Wan’s outfit and wondering if he’d have to slip the hem of the robes up so the Jedi could reach it belted at his hip.
Obi Wan stopped and turned, causing Cody to slam into him and then grasp his arm to stop them both from toppling over. Obi Wan’s smile was bright and wide as he patted Cody’s armor. “I promise you I am prepared in the advent of any issues, Commander.”
“Right. Yes, Sir.”
“Although the inability to wear anything under these robes certainly did complicate things.” He muttered.
Cody felt his brain stall as his eyes tracked over Obi Wan again. “Um…Sir?” he heard himself squeak. He cleared his throat and tried again but Obi Wan was too busy shoving his shoulder through the crowd.
“Senator, Senator, Padme!” he called.
Cody looked ahead and found Senator Padme Amindala dazzling in similar robes. Hers were red instead of green, heavy black eye makeup and rosy read circles on her cheeks completing the looks.
“Master Kenobi, how lovely to see you. Commander.” She added with a nod to Cody, “I heard you may be joining us.”
“Yes, well, Master Skywalker was pulled away last minute.”
“Oh, isn’t that a shame.” She said, although Cody had the distinct impression she already knew to expect that.
“My, my, your robes look rather familiar.” Obi Wan said with a grin.
Padme looked a little embarrassed and nodded, “Yes, apparently it is to honor my Nabooian heritage. The makeup is alarmingly similar too. The artist I saw this morning mentioned he was a fan so, not entirely unexpected.”
“Well, you look delightful as always, my dear.”
“And you, Obi Wan. I hope it’s not too much pomp and circumstance for you. I know it’s not really your thing.”
Obi Wan shrugged and pulled at the collar of his robes. “I go where the council deems fit, my dear. Besides, it’s not every day a new system joins the Republic, especially in times like these. We must celebrate the wins we can.”
“Indeed.” Padme said formerly.
Formal music started to play and those gathered seemed to form into a line. Cody was jostled this way and that but squared out his broad shoulders to protect the General and the Senator from the onslaught.
“Support staff will be seated elsewhere.” An aid hissed as he walked down the line.
Cody looked to Obi Wan who placed a steadying hand on Cody’s shoulder. “Marshall Commander Cody of the Third System Army will sit with me.” He stated firmly, a smile bright on his ruby lips.
The aid looked to Cody, then Padme before glancing back at Obi Wan. “Ah, yes, Master Jedi. Of course.”
Padme giggled behind her hand. “You said that with great authority, Obi Wan. I’m not entirely sure Anakin would have been as convincing at getting Rex a seat.”
Obi Wan chuckled, “Cody kindly accepted the invitation to accompany me, it was the least I could do. Shall we?”
The line of people trailed slowly into a large, opulent theater with gilded creatures on the walls and angelic like figures suspended from the ceiling. Cody, reluctantly, took his helmet in his hands, feeling like he’d look rather strange otherwise. They settled into their seats, Cody hearing the plastoid of his armor squeak as he wedged himself next to Obi Wan.
“Perhaps I should have waited outside, Sir.” He muttered in the Jedi’s ear as he turned and looked around at the crowd bubbling with excitement.
“Nonsense. You’re right where you belong, Cody.” Obi Wan hissed back with a placating pat to his hand. Cody squeezed his hand into a fist in an effort to keep his cheeks from bursting into flames, albeit unsuccessfully.
The program was ponderous to say the least. After various speakers wandered to the podium to sing the praises of the Republic, the senators, the Jedi, and the Chancellor, who sat with the group of speakers looking smug, Cody had already thought of a least three reports he needed to amend, set a reminder to check in with Wooley who had been in the medbay for the last week, and wondered if they would make the rendezvous with the Negotiator as planned if this thing went on much long. He shifted in his seat as Obi Wan serenely leaned over to him.
“It can all wait, Commander. Calm yourself.”
Cody huffed out a breath as a round of applause went through the crowd. “I’m not used to being idle, Sir.”
Obi Wan chuckled and leaned closer, “I am aware, Cody. But you are fulfilling your duty by being here just as much as on the front lines. Perhaps you can accept that, just for today. I promise you’ll be getting shot at as soon as we get back, if that makes you feel any better.”
Cody chuckled, “actually, it does, Sir.”
Obi Wan smirked and Cody caught Senator Amidala lean over and smile at them. “If I have to listen to this drivel, gentlemen, so do you.” She hissed before rising from her chair as the chancellor took the stand.
Cody noticed Obi Wan’s expression darken slightly at Palpetine’s Prescence. He hid it quickly, of course, and stood, his robes fluttering around him and glinting in the low light of the room.
Palpatine grinned happily but not for the first time Cody noticed the man’s expressions didn’t always meet his eyes. Cody had met plenty of men like that over the war, but it was disarming coming from a man in charge of it all.
Obi Wan swept his robes beneath him as he sat and Cody’s brain fell off his particular train of thought and instead circled the fact that by his own admission, Obi Wan had nothing on beneath his robes. He wasn’t entirely sure why his brain found itself spinning around this particular factoid, but he felt his eyes rake over the Jedi’s body enough to look in the opposite direction and take a deep breath.
He allowed himself salacious thoughts in the privacy of his own bed, when his hovered between the world of sleep and awake but they had absolutely no place in this room, especially when he was sitting next to the man in question.
“Is everything okay, Commander?” Obi Wan asked, leaning over so his hot breath was in Cody’s ear.
“I…oh, yes, Sir. I…um…noticed something. Thought I might check it out.”
Obi Wan’s eyes flicked to the Chancellor and back to Cody. “Perhaps I should accompany you. Just in case…”
“No, no, Sir. It’s fine.
“I insist, Commander.” Obi Wan pressed, leaning over to the Senator and letting her know of the plan. After a particular rousing applause as Palpatine officially welcomed Cisto to the Republic, he and Obi Wan dashed out of a side door.
Cody threw his helmet on to mask him from any embarrassment when Obi Wan discovered there was no threat but paused as the Jedi leaned back against the door and huffed out a dramatic sigh.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever been happier to hear of a potential threat, Commander. What did you see?”
Cody stalled, wishing the dizzyingly intricate carpet beneath his boots would swallow him whole. “Well, Sir…I…”
Obi Wan chuckled and shook his head. “You couldn’t stand it either, Commander?”
Cody blinked at the Jedi and laughed under his helmet, his voice sounding thick and slightly deeper through his regulator.
“Sir, I would never lie about…”
Obi Wan waved his off. “Of course not, Commander. If there is even the hint of a threat, we must investigate.” He said with a grin. “This way?” he said, pointing down the hallway.
“Ah, yes, Sir.” Cody replied, tucking his hands behind his back and meandering down the corridor.
Palpatine’s speech was still ongoing, getting louder and then softer again as they passed the many doors into the theater.
“I think perhaps he’s wrapping up.’ Obi Wan said with an eyeroll.
“Should we get back, Sir?”
Obi Wan looked back the way they’d come before his eyes fell on another corridor that led to their rooms. “We certainly could. Had you not been taken ill, Commander.” Obi Wan said with a grin.
“General.” Cody said in the exasperated voice he usually used in the middle of battle when Obi Wan’s plan was to throw himself in the way of a tank, or similar.
“Oh, come now, Cody, you must keep up your strength.” Obi Wan muttered, pressing his hand to Cody’s back and steering him down the hallway to their rooms.
“You’ll be missed, Sir. You are representing the Jedi Council. You can’t just…disappear.”
Obi Wan didn’t slow down but shrugged, “Jedi are whimsical beings, Cody, I’m sure some disappear of their own accord all the time.”
They landed in front of Obi Wan’s door and Cody took his helmet off before resting his hands on his hips. “General.” He said again in his no-nonsense tone that always got Obi Wan’s back up.
Obi Wan sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine. I will return but at least help me get out of this blasted thing.” He muttered as he opened his door and pushed past his Commander.
“Is it really that bad?” Cody asked, putting his helmet down on the entryway table.
Obi Wan scoffed, “I suppose not. There are certainly worse things I have worn of late.”
“Armor, perhaps?” Cody asked with a quirked up eyebrow.
Obi Wan chuckled and turned red, even underneath his makeup. “Your insistence of trying to keep me alive, Commander, can be quite tiresome.” Obi Wan jibed. “Would you mind?” he asked, turning his back to Cody. Cody once again approached him. “Gloves.” Obi Wan said gently as a reminder.
Cody pulled off his gloves and gently set about undoing the clasp. It seemed to have jammed since he’d joined the intricate pieces together. “Hang on, Sir. I think it’s…” he yanked, sending Obi Wan falling backwards into him. He managed to catch him before hitting the floor but struggled to right the laughing Jedi who seemed to be struggling to keep his own weight.
“I’m sorry, Sir, I…”
Obi Wan continued to laugh, his arm reached up to pat Cody’s chest, but seemingly losing strength to do so mid-way through. “No, no, Commander. It’s my fault. Perhaps I could just…” he held out his hand and the clasp slowly drifted apart, sending the robe cascading to the floor and forcing Obi Wan to dive to catch it before he exposed himself entirely.
Far from being embarrassed by the turn of events, Obi Wan was doubled over with laughter now, the robe clutched to his waist as he kneeled on the carpeted floor, tear tracks visible in his white makeup and making the gold curls melt into his beard.
Cody on the other hand, was frozen. The robe had slid in slow motion, at least as far as he could tell, showing off the Jedi’s taught body, thick blaster scars in his arms and back, a sprinkle of freckles on his shoulders that Cody wanted to sink his teeth into.
No.
No, that’s not what he wanted to do, at all.
Cody blinked at the Jedi, still on the floor, wiping at his makeup and making it even messier than before. He sank into a squat, holding out his hand and forcing himself to chuckle. “May I help, Sir.”
Obi Wan still laughed, swiping at his eyes again but keeping a firm grip on the robe as he straightened. “Well, certainly not my finest moment, I think, Cody.”
“It’s fine, Sir.” Cody said automatically, wishing to the Force itself that the robe magically self-combusted and gave him a full view of what Obi Wan was hiding. He blinked, wondering where the thought had come from and wiped his forehead in hopes of pushing it away.
“I suppose I should…” Obi Wan pointed to the other corner of the room and disappeared, the occasionally chuckle still escaping him as he presumably got dressed.
He came back out a few minutes later, back in the beige robes Cody was so used to and a washcloth in his hand. He stood in front of the mirror. “It appears this makeup is some industrial strength kind that makes it remarkably difficult to remove.”
“Your tears seemed to do the job on some of it, Sir.”
Obi Wan looked down at the cloth in his hand before making his way back around the corner. Cody followed, surprised to see a little kitchenette set up in the far side of the room. Obi Wan crouched down, head shoved in a cupboard looking for something.
“Ah!” he said triumphantly. “You’re a genius, Cody.”
Cody smiled at the General’s praise and followed again as he moved into the palatial bathroom, decorated in marble and gold. Obi Wan poured some salt in the sink before adding some warm water on top of it. He dipped the cloth in and grinned and he ran it down his cheek and the sharp relief of his pinkish tone skin below shone through.
“Ah, that’s the stuff.” He muttered.
Cody found himself leaning on the doorframe to the bathroom as he watched Obi Wan work. It was nice to be able to do so without feeling strange. Obi Wan was too engrossed in what he was doing to notice that Cody was even there.
The Jedi had managed to remove most of the makeup, some of the gold still lingering around his eyes, when he went to swipe the lipstick and Cody let out an audible whimper.
Obi Wan turned to look at him, “Are you quite alright, Cody.”
Cody smiled, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Yes, yes, of course, Sir.” He said, clearing his throat for good measure.
Obi Wan went to wipe the lipstick away again, and again, a sound escaped Cody like he’d sat on a porg.
Obi Wan chuckled and looked over his shoulder. He put the cloth down and stepped towards his Commander. “Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked, placing the back of his hand on Cody’s forehead. “You do seem a little warm. Perhaps you should lie down.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary, Sir.”
“Cody,” Obi Wan said forcefully, “that’s an order.”
Cody sighed and sloped off, making his way over the to sofa and sinking down so his armor creaked and cracked as it collided with itself.
“I said the bed, Commander.” Obi Wan said with venom.
“I’m fine here, Sir.”
Obi Wan tilted his head out of the bathroom, and Cody was momentarily thrilled to notice that the lipstick was still in place. Such a stupid thing and yet, even with the rest of the makeup gone, it suited him.
“Come on, you.” Obi Wan said with an eyeroll, leaving the cloth in the bathroom and pulling Cody up. “Look at you, you’re sweating.”
“I promise you, I’m fine, Sir.”
Obi Wan scowled at him. “You think after all these years I can’t tell when something is off with you, my dear. Now come on, be a good patient or Flux will have both of our asses.”
“Sir, really.” Cody protested as they made their way to the bedroom. He paused in the doorway, unable to move further and as Obi Wan turned to him, Cody slowly reached up, as though in a trance, and traced his thumb over Obi Wan’s ruby bottom lip.
He blinked when he realized what he’d done and dropped his hand. “I…um…I’m sorry, Sir. I…” he paused, Obi Wan hadn’t move, hadn’t pulled away, just parted his lips ever so slightly. “I…um…like it, Sir.”
Obi Wan smiled, “I wonder how it would look on you, Cody.”
“I’m sure I’m not…”
Obi Wan yanked on his chest plate and brought their lips together as though giving him the kiss of life. Cody knew he flailed, fell into the Jedi with too much force, but as soon as he tasted Obi Wan’s lips, felt them open enough for him to sneak his tongue inside, he was completely unleashed. The Jedi grunted as Cody completely surrendered to him, pressing his armor into him, tracing his hand up his waist, over his shoulder, through his beard to cup his cheeks and hold him in place.
Cody had no idea what would happen after this. He could get reassigned, demoted, decommissioned for such behavior, but in that moment, he just didn’t care. His body was alight with desire for his General. The dreams he had for years had come to fruition in the doorway on some distant planet. If this was it for him, Cody was going to make it worth it.
He felt Obi Wan’s hands travel into his hair as their lips pressed together and pulled apart over and over, forming a tight knot at his scalp and making him hiss with pleasure. The Jedi’s lips were soft and sweet. He wasn’t sure if that could be attributed to the lipstick or not, but perhaps he’d have to kiss him again without it, just to be sure.
Cody was just getting used to the feel of Obi Wan’s lips on his, when he started to move, tracking them slowly to the corner of his mouth, then down to his chin, then further, kissing into the soft recesses of his neck, his tongue lapping at the stubble before traversing to his adams apple, pressing a soft kiss on it and colliding with the fabric on his blacks. The Jedi still had a firm grasp on his chest plate and as his lips finally left his body, Obi Wan sank lower still, kissing his perfect lip print into the streak of yellow paint above his heart.
Obi Wan’s his blue eyes found Cody’s in the dark room. He huffed out a breath, then leaned in for a final chaste kiss. “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time, my dear. You’ll have to forgive me for….” Obi Wan said softly.
“How long?” Cody rasped as he leaned into him, not entirely sure he was comprehending what his General was saying, allowing himself instead to get lost in his eyes, the feel of his body pressed into Cody’s, and the heat of his breath of his lips.
“Years.” Obi Wan replied desperately, his eyes falling back down to Cody’s lips.
Cody groaned and leaned into Obi Wan’s lips once more. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Obi Wan pulled away, brushing his thumb over Cody’s lips and looking at him adoringly. “I am a high Jedi General, Cody. There are just some things I don’t get to have.” He replied sadly.
“What if I don’t care? What if I want it too?”
“It won’t matter to the council or the senate, darling.”
Cody was drunk on the joyful fizz of knowing that Obi Wan felt for him the way he had felt for his General all these years. And he didn’t care about the rest of it. It was all pretense and bantha shit as far as he was concerned. Obi Wan wanted him. That’s all he needed to know.
“To hell with the council, Obi Wan.” Cody growled, his lips catching Obi Wan’s again and sending him crashing into the doorframe with a thump. “and the senate. You want me? You can have me. All of me.”
Obi Wan’s arms tightened around him. This conversation wasn’t over, not even close, but he was happy to suspend it until his lips were raw and his hand had explored the rest of his enigmatic Jedi.
Obi Wan chuckled and blushed when they finally broke apart. “I suppose I need to invest in some lipstick then.” He muttered.
Cody shook his head and smiled. “I’ll take you how you come, Obi Wan.”
Obi Wan raised his eyebrows and Cody dissolved into a fit of laughter, “you know what I mean.” He said, shoving him into the bathroom and reaching for the cloth to wipe the red off the Jedi’s lips. Obi Wan backed away when he did so, standing next to him in the mirror and looking at Cody, whose own lips were puffy and red from the transfer of Obi Wan’s lipstick.
“So handsome.” Obi Wan cooed, dragging his thumb again over Cody’s lips. Cody’s eyes fell to the lip print on his armor, just over his heart. Obi Wan shrugged, “We’ll still know it’s there.” He said as Cody brushed it with the cloth and wiped it away.
Cody smiled and nodded, removing his chest plate and turning it around. “Yeah, we will. One more time, for me?”
Obi Wan blushed but nodded as Cody held the chest plate backwards against his chest, making sure Obi Wan could get the same spot. The Jedi leaned in and pressed his red lips to the armor, leaving a mark that Cody would see every time he put it on or took it off.
“Thank you.” He said as he turned to face his Jedi, the man he’d loved for years. He snapped his armor back on and leaned forward, gently tracing the cloth over Obi Wan’s lips, brushing away the red and leaving an even more alluring pink in its wake. He handed the cloth to Obi Wan so he could wipe Cody’s lips.
“Do you miss the red?” Obi Wan teased.
Cody brushed an errant strand of hair off Obi Wan’s forehead before tracking his hand to his cheek. “No.” he said simply, reaching for him and pulling his lips to his once more. They were still sweet and soft and perfect. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Obi Wan.” He hushed as he dove back in again, and again, and again.