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With a frown on his face, Cody looks at the mirror. There’s this one curl of hair that refuses to stay out of his face no matter what he does, and he finally gives up with a defeated sigh, letting it stay as it is. The rest of his outfit is fine, he thinks. A white long-sleeved shirt with his signature sunburst on the front in gold. Dark trousers. Sturdy boots. The black synth-leather jacket Obi-Wan had gifted him a few years ago.
He spins around, looking at himself, trying to find a flaw that will make him regret his choice of attire. But he looks fine. A little rough around the edges due to his lack of sleep, but fine.
With another frown, he spins again.
“Small Gods, Cody, you look good. Really good,” Rex says from the bed in what can only be described as his ‘little brother‘-voice. “You’re making me dizzy with all that spinning.”
Cody ignores him. He carefully swipes down his shirt and asks, “Are you sure this looks alright?”
“Yes,” Rex says a little exasperated. “You look stunning. Handsome. Beautiful. Take a pick. Please. You’ve been in here trying on your entire wardrobe for hours, sparse as it is.”
Cody raises an eyebrow at him. “No one told you to tag along.”
“I know, but I thought letting you do this alone would only result in you talking yourself out of going on this date. I did it to help you.”
“It’s not a date, Rex’ika ,” Cody corrects him. “Obi-Wan is just taking me out to celebrate me passing my exam.”
“Please,” Rex says dismissively. “That man is so head over heels for you it’s not even funny. You’d probably be together already if it weren’t for— you know, that .”
And Cody does know.
A few months after the end of the war, after Palpatine had died choking on something during dinner in his office — Cody wasn’t really clear on the details — and his identity as a Sith orchestrating both sides of the war had come to light; and after the clones had found out they’d had chips able to program them into ruthless killing machines in their heads their entire lives — the dechipping had taken months — Anakin Skywalker’s and Senator Padmé Amidala’s marriage got ousted publicly on the holo-net. Not only that, but all their actions towards each other during the war were questioned.
To call the following scandal cataclysmic would be an understatement. The Senate investigated all the bills Amidala had sponsored, including the Clone Rights Act. It was almost tossed due to her being a part of it, as the Senate wanted to make an example out of her, but luckily for Cody and all of his brothers, Senator Organa was voted into office as Chancellor just in time and made sure the CRA went through, passing legislation in one of the smoothest votes ever taken.
Shortly after, Amidala retired from her status as senator of Naboo, and the Nubian government issued a formal apology, stating that Amidala would never serve an office ever again.
After Amidala had been dealt with, the focus shifted to Skywalker, and in turn to the Jedi as well. Questions were asked how a noble organization such as the self-appointed peace keepers didn’t notice Skywalker getting married right under their noses. At first Skywalker defended himself by saying that he’d come to the Temple ‘too old’, but since it only led to scrutiny concerning the Jedi and their practices of fostering Force-sensitive children from all across the galaxy by “kidnapping them”, as the more conservative species of the Senate liked to call it, Obi-Wan and the Council stepped in to do some damage control.
They removed Skywalker from the spotlight, and began a campaign of transparency, letting outsiders — especially members of the press — into the Temple for the first time in centuries to show them what it meant to be a Jedi and to explain their customs to them. This had eaten up most of Obi-Wan’s time back then, and Cody and him had only been able to communicate via comm. Still, the fabled Negotiator had managed to come up with an amazing PR strategy, and slowly but surely, public opinion turned in favor of the Jedi.
It all went to shit again when the Senate launched their own investigation. Once their specialists dug a little deeper, it came to light that Anakin had slaughtered an entire village of Tuskens on the planet Tatooine right before the Clone Wars began. Charges were pressed, trial dates released, and in the end, Skywalker had been sentenced to a life in prison on the day Amidala gave birth to his children. In a show of goodwill, he’d been allowed to meet Luke and Leia, but after he’d been sent off to the Cold, a newly built prison for Force-sensitive people where Count Dooku and Ventress were also held ever since they’d been captured, all the while pleading his innocence.
The day the trial was over, Cody had gotten a call from a weeping Obi-Wan, asking what he’d done wrong in raising Anakin, and Cody had ground his teeth not to belittle Skywalker in front of his master. Instead, he’d tried to be as supportive as he could, and they’d talked long into the night. At the end, Obi-Wan had thanked him for listening, and after he’d ended the call, Cody had sat on his bunk with his heart pounding for the Jedi. He realized then that he was in love with Obi-Wan.
In the weeks that followed, he’d tried to keep in contact with Obi-Wan, but their very different schedules didn’t allow for much time to talk. Cody, along with some of his brothers, used their back pay granted to them by the Senate to purchase one of the many skyscrapers on Coruscant and turned it into a home for the clones. Many left the planet, seeking new opportunities elsewhere, but a couple thousand stayed, and those needed lodging.
When all was said and done, the clones had a home they shared with their brothers, and went about different paths in life. Boil and Waxer got custody of [Numa] and were raising her together. Wolffe met a nice girl, Gori Kanur, and moved her in. Fox slept for a week straight and then set about to reform the Coruscant Guard, rooting out corruption within their ranks as a special investigator. Bly finally pulled his head out of his ass and told Aayla how he felt, and the two started dating. Rex started a mechanic shop with two sisters who’d lost their parents during the Clone Wars, and despite their dislike of the Jedi, he got Ahsoka in as well, and now the four of them were fast friends.
And Cody himself, well, Cody had worked his butt off for the last three years to become a lawyer. Rules and regulations were his friends. The rigidity of the law was a comfort to him, as he could use it to better the lives of those around him.
Now, three years of hard work and late nights and (sadly) sparse conversations with Obi-Wan had paid off. He’d taken his exam a couple of months ago, and the results had been posted two days prior.
Cody was a lawyer.
“Coruscant to Cody!” Someone shouts directly into his ear. Cody flinches and almost strikes the person out of reflex. Luckily, Rex manages to dodge in the nick of time, and scatters out of Cody’s reach with a cackle. “Finally back?”
“Asshole,” Cody growls at him. “Don’t make me tickle you, Rex’ika, I’m warning you.”
“Very intimidating, Kote ,” Rex cackles. “The big bad lawyer uses his secret strategy to make the defendant talk—” Cody tackles him onto his bunk and rams his fingers into Rex’ sides, “—ah, ahahaha, oh no, ahahaha, Kote, mercy! Ahahaha, I’ll tell you everything—ahahahaha!”
Cody continues tickling his younger brother until there are tears of laughter streaming down his face. Only then does he let go and steps in front of the mirror to fix his outfit as Rex tries to get his breathing under control.
“What were you thinking about?” Rex asks a few moments later, still breathless.
Cody waits a moment before he answers, “That.”
“Oh,” Rex says, and all the joy is gone from his voice. “…Ahsoka is thinking about visiting him.”
Cody turns around. “Really? Why?”
“Well, he was her master once upon a time, although I have to say she’s far happier now that Obi-Wan is her teacher.” Rex stares at the ceiling. “She asked me if I was comfortable coming with her if she ever went to visit him.” He blows out a breath. “I still haven’t answered her.”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to” Cody says, sitting down on the bunk next to Rex. “You know that right?”
Rex sighs. “Yeah, I do know that I’m my own person and can make decisions on my own. But sometimes… It’s hard. Receiving orders was far easier.”
“Yeah.” Sometimes the possibilities of free will become overwhelming. In those times, Cody actually misses the war. Despite all its dangers, it was still easier to maneuver than life. “Do you know what you want to do?”
“I… no. On one hand, I want to hear his side of the story, but on the other… I keep thinking about the tuskens, you know? Remember what he said about them during his trial? That the people of Tatooine see them as ‘nothing but pests that ought to be eradicated’? That they don’t view them as people ? It hurt. Because I feel like that could’ve been us. If not for the war, would he have viewed us as pests as well? A threat he needs to deal with?”
“I don’t know…” Cody says quietly. “Maybe. A part of me wants to believe that Obi-Wan would’ve been able to keep him in line, but the fact is that all the lessons he instilled in Skywalker were undone by the Chancellor the moment Skywalker was left alone with him for more than five minutes. Who knows how it would've turned out if Palpatine hadn’t gotten to him.”
“Mhm,” Rex hums. After a while, he says, “Honestly, I don’t want to see him, but I wanna be there for ‘Soka. It will hurt her if she visits him, but she believes it’s necessary to find some closure.”
“Yeah,” Cody says. “Obi-Wan visited him a couple months ago. He didn’t say what happened, but I could tell it hurt him, even just over the comm.”
“It’s so weird,” Rex begins quietly. “I trusted him, you know? I’d have followed him to the ends of the galaxy and beyond. Had I known then he was a killer…” Rex fades off. “Well, it’s done now.”
Cody touches Rex’ shoulder gently. “It’s done now,” he says. “Doesn’t mean you can’t be hurt by it.”
They stay like this for several moments, just basking in each other’s presence. Then, after a while, Rex says, “Cody?”
“Yeah?”
“You need to leave soon if you don’t want to be late.”
“What?” Cody looks at the chrono. When he sees how late it is, he curses. “Kriff, fuck, I need to go.” Jumping from the bed, he spins around one last time. “You really think I look okay?”
“Yes, ori’vod,” Rex says with a fond eyeroll. “Now get going before you’re actually late to your date.”
Cody groans. “It’s not a date!”
“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” Rex grins, his former mood cast aside at the moment to tease his older brother. “Just so you know, the others and I won’t be home tonight. In case it is a date.”
Cody’s face heats up. “Kriff you.”
Rex’ grin widens. “Oh, I hope you’re gonna get kriffed.”
“Rex, I swear—”
“The chrono’s still ticking, Cody.”
“Fuck!” Cody slips into his synth leather jacket and opens his door. “I’ll deal with you later.”
“Love you too!” Rex sings. “Go get some, Commander.”
A chorus of “Go get some, Commander” greets him in the living space. Boil and Waxer are there, as are Wooley and Helix. Waxer catcalls him as he walks by, while Helix tells him to ‘use protection’.
Cody flicks them all a one-fingered salute before he leaves, vowing to make them regret teasing him later.
For now, he has a celebratory dinner to attend.
Despite running late initially, Cody still manages to arrive at the destination of his totally-not-a-date with five minutes to spare.
He scans the surrounding area with the practiced ease of a Clone War vet. Years of campaign after campaign on hostile worlds has ingrained this into his being, and despite him being away from warzones for close to four years, Cody hasn’t been able to break this habit just yet.
He watches and observes.
There are a lot of restaurants scattered about the road of CoCo Town. They serve all matters of food to the many species of the galaxy; some offer Ryl cuisine, some cater exclusively to Kel Dor, and some are a mixture meant for everyone, be they human or not.
Cody himself is standing in front of such an establishment. It’s called ‘Dex’s Diner’, and Cody recognizes the name from Obi-Wan’s report about following Jango Fett to Kamino. Back then, the Besalisk Dex had given him the clue Obi-Wan had needed to find the clone’s homeworld, and Cody can’t help but be thankful for it.
Without this man, he’d have never met Obi-Wan and fallen head over heels for him.
Close by, a droid taxi lands swiftly on the ground. Cody looks at it with some anticipation, hoping that it’ll be Obi-Wan who gets out. He’s a little disappointed when a Rodian exits it, and goes back to observing.
He startles when someone taps on his shoulder.
Would this have happened right after the war, Cody would’ve decked whoever had been stupid enough to approach him from behind in the face. However, he’s had three years of people wanting his attention without making their presence known to him to be used to it by now, so he manages to keep the instinct at bay and whirls around.
And good thing he does, for before him stands Obi-Wan.
“Obi-Wan, there you… are…” The rest of the words get stuck in his throat once the sight before him registers in his brain.
His former General has traded his usual Jedi robes for a soft looking pair of trousers, combat boots and a soft blue sweater. His beard is groomed to perfection, and his hair is a little longer in the back, the same length he’d had when he’d thought Prime on Kamino. He looks soft and handsome, and Cody doesn’t know how he will be able to handle Obi-Wan looking like that for the entirety of their totally-not-a-date.
“Hello there,” Obi-Wan greets him softly. Cody notices that his blue eyes keep coming back to the sunburst on Cody’s chest. “I like your shirt.”
“Thanks,” Cody says, still at a loss for words. “Rags made it. You remember him?”
“Of course,” Obi-Wan says.
“He’s started his own clothing brand with the motives of our armor paints. It sells pretty well. You’d be surprised how many people want a shirt with the signs of their favorite clone commanders or captains.” Cody’s aware that he’s rambling a little as his nerves churn in his stomach. “And I like your shirt, too,” he finally finishes.
“Thank you,” Obi-Wan says, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I’m really glad that Rags is successful, but we’re here to celebrate you. Congratulations for passing the exam.”
“Thanks,” Cody says, feeling a blush crawl up his face. He clears his throat. “Wanna go in?”
The smile on Obi-Wan’s face could’ve lit up a small shuttle. “Lead the way.”
They get inside the diner quietly. Obi-Wan leads Cody to one of the side tables in the back, one of the darker corners that is illuminated by actual candles. The moment Cody sees this, his heart starts beating; it’s a far more romantic atmosphere than he’s been prepared for, and his hope for more climbs up into his throat.
If Obi-Wan notices, he doesn’t say anything. He just smiles at Cody brightly as he slides into the booth. “I haven’t been here for years. I hope you don’t mind that we’re celebrating here.”
“Not at all,” Cody says and slides into the booth as well. He’s now facing Obi-Wan, and the candles on the table paint the Jedi in such a soft light that Cody almost can’t take it. “I read in the reports about Geonosis that you know the owner?”
Obi-Wan’s eyes light up. “Yes, Dex. I’ve known him since I was a padawan actually.” He looks around. “I wonder where he is. Usually I can’t take two steps inside without him coming over—”
“OBI-WAN!” Booms through the diner. Seconds later, a massive besalisk marches his way to their table with a huge grin on his face. “I thought you’d never come here again!”
“Dex!” Obi-Wan shouts just joyfully and gets up. The moment Dex reaches him, the Jedi gets hugged by all four of his arms and Dex even lifts him off his feet. “Err— Dex, Dex, I can’t breathe!”
“Oh, sorry,” Dex says sheepishly and lets Obi-Wan back down. “I always forget how squishy you humans can be.” He grabs Obi-Wan’s shoulders with all four of his hands and squeezes. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever!”
“I’ve wanted to come sooner, but I’ve been very busy,” Obi-Wan says apologetically. “How have you been?”
Dex waves him off. “Same old, same old. Ever since the war stopped, things have been better.” He looks at Cody and smiles. “And you must be Cody! Obi-Wan talks about you all the time on the comm.”
Cody goes to stand up as well, but Dex claps him on the shoulder so hard he’s pushed back down. “Nah, don’t get up for me, young one! I heard congratulations are in order. You passed your exam!”
“Yeah,” Cody says, a little bewildered by the besalisk’s enthusiasm. “I’m a lawyer now.”
Dex humms. “Any idea what field you’re gonna go into?”
Oh yes, Cody has a lot of ideas about that. “I want to go into People’s Rights. Change some things in the galaxy, you know?”
“A brilliant choice,” Obi-Wan says, and, oh, he looks at Cody with such pure admiration that Cody has to look away before Obi-Wan’s gaze burns its way into his soul. “You’ll be amazing at it, my dear.”
Cody ducks his head, a smile on his face. “Thank you.”
“I’m sure you’ll be amazing!” Dex days loudly. He grins. “What can I get you two?”
“I take my usual,” Obi-Wan says. “You know what, make that two. I’m famished.”
“So two nerf burgers with ryl fries and a jogan milkshake,” Dex says. “And you?”
“I’ll take the same,” Cody says, the smile still tugging at his cheeks. “I bet it’s amazing.”
Obi-Wan groans. “You have no idea. The first bite into the nerf burger is pure divinity.”
“I’ll do my best,” Dex grins, then he saunters off. Suddenly, Cody and Obi-Wan are left at the table alone, and Cody doesn’t know what to talk about to pass the time until their food arrives.
It used to be easy during the war. Flimsiwork had to be filed, strategies to be discussed; sometimes, Obi-Wan and he would work late into the night to keep the 3rd Systems Army running, carefully balancing the fine line between exhaustion and necessity. Now, it’s as though there aren’t really enough topics to discuss, especially since they’ve kept in contact via comm regularly.
Nevertheless, Cody tries. “How’s Ahsoka? Rex told me she’s doing good.”
Obi-Wan’s face lights up. “She’s doing really well. She’s acing all of her classes, and has even made some friends.”
“I know. The Martez sisters, right? Rex speaks very highly of them.”
Obi-Wan leans forward, mischief in his eyes. “To be quite honest, I think she’s got a crush on the younger one. They talk non-stop on the comm, and Trace has even been to the Temple on a number of occasions.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Obi-Wan’s grin turns soft and somewhat melancholic. “I’m really glad she got out of this war relatively unscathed. She still has nightmares about some of the battles, mind you, but since she’s been seeing a mind healer she’s gotten far better.”
“I bet,” Cody says. “The war changed us all, especially the young ones. And surely being Anakin’s padawan didn’t he—” He swallows the rest of the sentence down upon seeing Obi-Wan’s face fall. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think before mentioning him.”
Obi-Wan takes a deep breath. “It’s okay. I have to get used to him being mentioned in conversations some day.” He grimaces. “Yes, having Anakin as her master wasn’t really a good choice, especially since he was only a few years older than her. While he obviously cared for her, the lessons he instilled in her came from a place of control rather than benevolence. He didn’t see her as a padawan, but more like someone he could teach his views. It put her at a disadvantage, but she’s slowly overcoming it.”
“I see,” Cody muses. “If she needs any help, you just have to call me. A lot of the clones have struggled now that the war is over as well, so we know where she’s coming from.”
“Thank you, Cody,” Obi-Wan says with a small smile. “I’ll let her know. Now, how are your brothers?”
Cody’s heart grows warm and fuzzy. He starts telling Obi-Wan about their former battalion enthusiastically.
They spend the time until their food arrives just talking about the clones. At several points, Cody manages to make Obi-Wan laugh a little, and once he recounts the story of how Boil found a tooka hidden in the storage room of their apartment and tried to confront Waxer and Numa about it only to be met with their perfectly synchronized tooka-eyes, the Jedi really lets loose, laughing so hard there are tears in his eyes.
“D-Did they, did they practice t-that?” Obi-Wan says, laughter still evident in his voice.
Cody’s grin grows. “Well, I have seen them standing in front of a mirror a few times—” And Obi-Wan is laughing again, clamping a hand in front of his mouth to hide how amused he is.
The sight makes Cody somewhat sad. Obi-Wan shouldn’t have to hide his joy like that. Gently, he says, “You don’t have to hide your laughter from me, you know?”
“I’m not,” Obi-Wan explains once he’s calmed down. “I just…” He’s pondering for a moment before he continues, “When Anakin… when he first became my padawan, he was easily startled by loud noises. So I held my hand over my mouth whenever I laugh very loudly.” A sigh. “It’s become a habit by now.”
“I see,” Cody hums, not knowing what else to say.
Silence descends, an awkward one that Cody doesn’t know how to break. He hates it, hates the fact that Anakin’s betrayal of his vows, his people, his master, still hangs over their heads despite the man having been incarcerated for close to three years now.
Thankfully, Dex saves them. He arrives with their food, balancing the platters delicately in two of his arms while the others hold their purple milkshakes. He sets those down first, then serves them their food with a big grin. “Enjoy!” He bellows with a huge grin, then retreats back to the kitchen.
Cody stares at his two nerf-burgers for a moment, unsure of where to begin. He’s eaten his fair share of real food after the war, but never in such an open setting. It makes him a little anxious. Protein paste never really had an angle, so one could just dig in. The burgers are round, big and he doesn’t even know where to begin to fit it into his mouth—
A hand startles him out of his anxious spiral. “Just eat,” Obi-Wan says softly. With a chuckle, he adds, “You look like you’re about to go to war against them.”
“I just might,” Cody grumbles. “Look at how big they are.”
“I know,” Obi-Wan says in a delighted tone. He retreats his hand from Cody’s arm and takes one of his own nerf-burgers. “Just mimic me.” Then the Jedi bites into it and groans.
Cody raises an amused eyebrow. “Should I make the noises, too?”
Obi-Wan almost chokes due to a sudden onslaught of laughter. “Don’t,” he says. “Don’t make me laugh while I’m eating. This is the first time in four years that I managed to come here.” He levels a playfully stern look at Cody. “No one comes between me and this nerf-burger, you hear me?”
“Oya,” Cody grins at him. He takes one of his nerf-burgers into his hands and bites into it, almost choking when the juices and flavors hit his tongue. His eyes go wide. “Whoa,” he says while chewing. “That’s amazing!”
“See! Told you so.” Obi-Wan grins brightly. “Savor it. This is the best nerf-burger in the galaxy.”
Cody snorts and starts digging in.
They eat in silence for a few minutes, each of them savoring the meal they could’ve only dreamed of years prior during the war. Cody tries some ryl fries, and Obi-Wan shows him how to dip them into his jogan milkshake to have it taste sweet and salty at the same time. He doesn’t really like it, but Obi-Wan takes to it with gusto, and Cody is somewhat surprised that he doesn’t just dump his entire container of fries into his drink. He says as much.
With a laugh, Obi-Wan says, “I actually did that once when I was a padawan, but then the fries became too soggy and I didn’t like that. I like the crunch, you know?” He bites into his burger.
“I see,” Cody hums. “Did you eat here often when you were a padawan?”
“Yes,” Obi-Wan answers once he’s stopped chewing. “My Master, Qui-Gon, showed me this place right after I became his padawan.” He pauses for a moment before he adds, “I wasn’t in the best of places back then, so getting some food into me was really his best option to get me to open up.” He sighs. “I miss him.”
Cody’s heart breaks. “I’m sorry.”
Obi-Wan chuckles sadly. “Don’t be. I came to terms with it a long time ago. And to be honest, him and you wouldn’t have gotten along anyway. He was too… in tune with the Living Force.” When Cody throws him a confused look, he explains, “He would’ve told you a plan, and his answer to any questions of clarification would’ve been ‘because the Force wills it’. It would have driven you mad.”
“Definitely,” Cody agrees. “You were a little better in that regard.”
Obi-Wan smirks. “Only a little better? Thanks for the vote of confidence, Commander.”
“Any time, General,” Cody snarks right back. They grin at each other before going back to their food.
Before long, their plates are empty. Cody feels comfortably full as he finishes the last of his milkshake, trying and failing not to glance at Obi-Wan too often. In the soft light of their booth, the Jedi looks even more handsome than he had outside, and Cody can’t keep his eyes off of him for long. It stirs something within him he’s never felt before — desire.
Ever since the clones were introduced to the galaxy, Cody had thought he was defective. Whereas most of his brothers felt lust and entered sexual relationships, be it with humans or aliens, Cody had never had those inklings. At all. He didn’t even masturbate in fact, something most of his batch was still teasing him for. He’d never gotten what was so great about swapping fluids with another person, had never felt attraction to someone the way all his brothers were able to. Of course he noticed when someone looked good, but he’d never seen the point in getting them into his bunk.
Until Obi-Wan.
Since the start of the war, the Jedi had turned Cody’s entire world upside down. His caring attitude towards the clones and his dedication on the battlefield had swiftly captured Cody’s heart. It seems only fitting that he’s the first person Cody has those kinds of feelings for.
Small Gods, he wants Obi-Wan.
Clearing his throat, he feels like saying something before the anxiety crawling up his throat becomes too much. “How did you like the meal?”
Obi-Wan looks at him softly, the candles reflecting in his wonderful blue eyes. “I loved it,” he says quietly. Tension settles around them as he adds, “Even more so with you at my side.”
Cody’s heart melts. He swallows. “Obi-Wan—”
“Cody,” the Jedi says, and, oh, Cody’s name had never sounded sweeter. “I have something to confess.” He pauses for a moment, as if looking for the right words. “I didn’t only take you here to celebrate your success.”
Something lodges in Cody’s throat. “Oh,” is the only thing he manages to say.
Probably for the first time in his life, he sees Obi-Wan fumble for words. “Cody,” he finally begins after half a minute of silence. “Cody, I… I never thought I’d get to say this, but… during the last few years, I missed you. Actually missed you. Like, I would find myself turning to say something to you, only to realize you weren’t there. Or I’d prepare two mugs of tea every single time I drank some. And the first thing I do every morning is check for messages from you, because in the days we weren’t talking I barely got through my day.” He looks like he’s about to cry. “I… I’m surrounded by people every day, people that I proudly call my family, but the only one I want to see is you. Every day. I… shit, this is so furcking hard…”
“Obi-Wan,” Cody breathes, hope swelling in his chest like a star. He places his hand atop Obi-Wan’s in the middle of the table, his heart missing a beat when Obi-Wan’s hand turns and their fingers intertwine.
“Cody, I… I can’t live without you.” Obi-Wan’s smile is glorious, just like the very first dawn Cody ever witnessed in his life. “I love you.”
Hoping for it is one thing, but hearing it is another. Cody’s heart feels like it explodes in his chest, bursting happiness into every fiber in his body. He suddenly can’t stand the distance between him and the man he loves, so he lets go of the Jedi’s hand and leaps from his seat. At first Obi-Wan looks at him in confusion, but he soon realizes what Cody wants to do, and scoots over in his booth to make room for his former Commander.
“Cody—”
“Obi-Wan,” Cody says gently, quietly, touching Obi-Wan’s hand again as he brings it to his lips and kisses the Jedi’s palm. “Me too.”
They sit like this for a moment, the realization of their feelings settling in. Obi-Wan is smiling, and Cody’s own mouth is tugged into a grin. His elation grows so big that it eventually spills over. At first he just chuckles softly, but then it turns into a full-blown giggle. Obi-Wan follows suit, grasping Cody’s hands in his, and leans into him, their foreheads touching as they both dissolve into a laughing fit.
At long last, they calm down, but don’t separate just yet. Cody’s eyes are closed as he asks, “How long?”
Obi-Wan’s voice is so very soft when he says, “Remember the fireworks on Deraf ? When you let that girl sit on your shoulders so she could see the fireworks too? Ever since then.”
Cody’s mind swirls. “But… but that was like, at the beginning of the war! You… you’ve loved me for this long?”
“Yes,” Obi-Wan answers. “I didn’t say anything back then because I didn’t know how you would react. I mean, you never showed any interest in anyone according to our men — the entirety of Ghost Squad are terrible gossips—”
“Traitors,” Cody mutters under his breath.
“—so I wondered if you, just, didn’t have any interest, or if you were just too focused on the war to think of anything else.” Cody opens his eyes and stares into Obi-Wan’s imposible blue ones. His heart seizes as he sees the love in them directed at himself. “I wanted to ask you after the war, but, well, you know how badly that idea crashed and burned.”
Cody lets that sink in. He could’ve been with Obi-Wan way sooner if not for Skywalker. At first he wants to be angry for all the years they’ve missed, but then he realizes that he doesn’t have to. He’s perfectly content with how it all played out, that he could become his own person first.
“Geonosis,” he says.
“Huh?”
“I realized on Geonosis… the moment your LAAT/i crashed, it felt like my heart was ripped in two. I could barely keep myself from checking up on you myself, and I hated every second I didn’t know if you were alright.” Cody breaks away and looks to the side, ashamed. “I… I don’t know if I could’ve gone on without you.”
“You would’ve managed. You are so strong, Cody, so strong.” Obi-Wan puts a gentle finger beneath Cody’s chin and pushes until he’s facing the Jedi again. “I would really like to kiss you right now.”
The mere thought has Cody almost breathless. “Yes,” he says, and soon after Obi-Wan’s lips meet his.
The Jedi tastes of the nerf burger, the jogan milkshake and something that’s entirely Obi-Wan. Cody groans softly as Obi-Wan’s tongue sweeps over his lips, and once more when he opens his mouth and it slips inside. His insides are set ablaze immediately, the fire only quenched by Obi-Wan’s touch.
He whines low in his throat when Obi-Wan breaks the kiss suddenly, and chases his lover’s lips for more.
Obi-Wan kisses a spot beneath Cody’s ear and whispers, “Kriff, you feel so good like this in the Force, Cody.”
Cody shivers. “Then why’d you stop?”
He feels and hears Obi-Wan’s chuckle. “Because I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back now that I have you in my arms.” He kisses the spot again, and adds, “If you’ll have me.”
“Yeah,” Cody says, trying to grasp a clear thought as his brain turns into a puddle. “Then let’s go somewhere more private.” He grins. “I have the apartment all to myself tonight.”
“Perfect,” Obi-Wan says, and leans back, a huge grin on his face. “Let’s go.”
They make it to the Clone Tower in record time despite being constantly delayed by kissing each other. Obi-Wan has taken a special interest in Cody’s lower lip, as he keeps biting it gently every few minutes, and Cody has discovered that Obi-Wan almost turns to puddle in his arms if he grabs the hair at the base of the Jedi’s neck and just holds his hand there. When they’re not kissing, they hold hands, and Cody’s pretty sure that the stupid smile plastered on his face can be seen from orbit, big as it is.
Obi-Wan isn’t faring any better; in all the years they’ve worked together, Cody has never seen the man smile so much or so brightly. It’s makes him look young and soft and so fucking attractive that Cody almost can’t stand it.
As they make their way through the Clone Tower’s lobby, he hopes none of his brothers see them, or else the gossip mill will start churning the moment he’s out of sight. He knows Obi-Wan values his privacy, and so does Cody, especially since he has about half a million meddling brothers that could potentially tease him. He doesn’t mind telling them at some point, but a few hours of peace and quiet would be appreciated.
He says as much to Obi-Wan as they step into the turbo-lift and its doors close behind them. Obi-Wan chuckles and says, with a heated smirk that sears its way into Cody’s very soul, “Oh, those hours won’t be quiet .”
It sends all the remaining blood in Cody’s head rushing to his dick. He bites the inside of his cheek, trying not to show how much Obi-Wan’s comment affects him, but the Jedi already knows. He brushes Cody’s hand with his own and keeps smirking, all the way until Cody shoves him against the wall and kisses it off his face.
After they arrive on the correct floor, the short way to Cody’s apartment takes them approximately five seconds. The moment the door closes behind them, and Cody has made sure that there’s actually no one inside, Obi-Wan all but slams him against the wall and starts kissing his neck.
“Fuck, I thought we’d never arrive,” he mumbles against Cody’s skin, kissing his way up to his ear. “I need to touch you.”
“You are touching me,” Cody says, trying to sound nonchalant, but Obi-Wan’s gentle kisses are getting to him.
“Then let me rephrase. I need to touch you more. I need to feel your skin beneath my hands.” In between speaking, Obi-Wan keeps kissing him. Cody’s head is heady from the desire he feels in that moment, and even more so when Obi-Wan adds heatedly, ”I need to kiss my way down your body and swallow that pretty cock of yours—”
Just imagining Obi-Wan on his knees in front of him is enough to send Cody right to the edge. “Bedroom, now,” he grinds out.
Obi-Wan chuckles. “Which way?”
Cody takes his hand in his and leads him. “Follow me.”
Cody’s room is just the way he left it, which means his entire wardrobe is still covering a huge portion of his floor and his bunk, and his sheets are also rumpled from tickling Rex earlier. He’s a little mortified when he sees it, and the apology already forms on his tongue, when Obi-Wan beats him to it. “I like it here. It’s… you.”
“Er… thank you.”
And yet again, Cody finds himself at the receiving end of Obi-Wan’s smoldering gaze. “I’d like it even more if we added even more clothes to the mess. Don’t you agree?”
It takes a moment for the words to reach Cody’s brain. “Yes,” he breathes once he’s gotten it, and slips his synth-leather jacket off his body.
Right after, Obi-Wan is in his personal space, playing with the hem of Cody’s shirt, just close enough to touch Cody’s stomach. “Can I undress you?” He asks shyly, so very unlike the man that offered Cody a blowjob just mere minutes ago.
Cody can only nod, words lodged in his throat. Obi-Wan kisses him again, then slips his hands under Cody’s shirt and onto his skin. Since the clones run far hotter than nat-borns, Obi-Wan’s hands are a little colder than Cody is used to, but the touch still sends shivers down his spine. A gasp startles out of him. He breaks from their kiss and asks brokenly, “Obi-Wan, can I… too…?”
“Yes,” Obi-Wan answers softly. “Touch me, Cody.”
The clone doesn’t have to be told twice, slipping his hands under the sweater that’s been driving him crazy all evening. Beneath are hard muscles and smooth, soft skin, and Cody can’t get enough of it, hands searching, until Obi-Wan is moaning against his lips, “Cody, Cody, Cody…”
Too impatient to deal with the barrier between them for much longer, Cody tugs at the sweater’s hem until Obi-Wan holds up his arms and he just pulls it up, and up, and up, revealing freckles and scars and curly red hair. It’s too much, and at the same time not enough, and Cody has the burning need to feel Obi-Wan’s skin on his own.
It seems Obi-Wan has the same idea, for he slides Cody’s shirt up and up, until Cody holds up his arms as well and it is pulled off and tossed somewhere in the room, forgotten. Right after, Obi-Wan kisses him, arms embracing Cody, pressing their chests together, and—
Cody groans and slides his hand into Obi-Wan’s hair. “Obi-Wan,” he manages to say, “I… I…”
“What do you need, Cody?” Obi-Wan asks softly, beard scratching Cody’s cheek as he mumbles into the clone’s ear.
Cody doesn’t even know. “More… just more…”
“Me too,” Obi-Wan says. He starts walking backwards, taking Cody with him, until they both fall onto Cody’s bunk. “I need you so much, Cody.”
Cody kisses him. He feels a little out of his depth. “What do I do? What do you need?”
“Just you,” Obi-Wan says with a smile. “How far do you want to go today?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you want to be inside me?” Obi-Wan asks, voice sultry, and Cody grows so hot that he wants to jump out of his own skin for a moment. “Or do you just want me to suck you off? We could also—”
“I wanna be inside you,” Cody says, face burning. “If that’s alright with you?”
“Of course it is. Otherwise I wouldn’t have offered it,” Obi-Wan chides him gently. He kisses it better right after, and adds, “We should probably get rid of those pants, though.” Cody crawls down Obi-Wan’s body so fast that the Jedi laughs. “Please don’t rip them up, okay?”
With a nod, Cody slips his hands beneath the waistband of both Obi-Wan’s pants and boxers on both sides and tugs. Thankfully, Obi-Wan raises his hip, so they slide off of his legs easily, revealing even paler skin and more freckles, as well as Obi-Wan’s cock. Obi-Wan moans as it slaps against his belly, and Cody can’t help but stare at it for a moment with it being so different from his own. It’s not as big as his own but longer, flushed pink, the tip glistening with precum, wet and moist and oh-so-perfect.
For a moment, Cody considers taking it into his mouth just to get a taste of his Jedi’s most primal essence, but Obi-Wan tugs him up at his shoulders soon after and claws at Cody’s pants impatiently. “Wanna see you too,” he says hoarsely, and then his fingers fumble with the button for a hot minute. “Shit, how do you open those?” He finally asks impatiently. Cody laughs and shows him, and soon after his trousers join Obi-Wan’s on the floor.
The skin-to-skin contact is divine. For a few minutes they just lie on the bunk, kissing, and every once in a while Obi-Wan gyrates his hips and startles a moan out of Cody, only for Cody to retaliate in kind. They keep at it until they’re both panting, and just as Cody’s about to come, Obi-Wan stops their movements.
“Wait,” Obi-Wan gasps. “I wanna come with you inside me.”
It takes all of Cody’s significant self-control not to fall over the edge right then and there. “Okay,” he says breathlessly. “How do we do this?”
“Like this,” Obi-Wan says. In a sudden show of strength, he flips them over, and Cody suddenly finds himself on his back and Obi-Wan straddling him. He looks delicious like this in the soft light of Cody’s room, flushed red all the way from face to chest, cock standing proud. Cody wants nothing more than to touch him all over, but he refrains from doing so, especially once his cock rubs deliciously against Obi-Wan’s hole.
The Jedi groans loudly. “Wait a moment, let me just get—” He holds out his hand and a moment later, a tube slaps into it. Obi-Wan almost drops it in his haste to get it open.
Cody grins. “Did you just have that on you?”
“I came prepared just in case,” the Jedi says, grin wild and so very sexy. “I didn’t count on this, mind you, and would’ve been content with just having a quiet evening with you. But then you looked like you did, and felt so good in the Force—”
“Do I still do?” Cody asks. Since he’s a tease, he moves his hips to rub his cock against Obi-Wan’s hole just a little. “Feel good in the Force, I mean?”
“Nnnnrn— yes, you do,” Obi-Wan gasps. He opens the tube with a flick of his hand and squeezes a copious amount of the gel over his fingers. “Outside the Force, too—aaah, stop that, or I’ll come!”
Cody can’t help the wicked grin spreading on his face. “Sorry,” he says, not sounding sorry at all.
“Ass.” Obi-Wan’s hand disappears behind him, and Cody hears a squelching noise. “Give me a minute, will you? It’s been some time since I had someone this well endowed inside me.”
Cody’s face heats up. “How long has it been for you?” He asks, suddenly curious and maybe a tad jealous.
Obi-Wan chuckles. “Believe it or not—ah, but almost nine years ago.” When Cody shoots him a disbelieving look, he shrugs, “I had a—mh, a teenage padawan. I couldn’t just—ah, fuck a stranger and not come home for the night. He’d have—oh, f-freaked out and come looking for me. So I didn’t.”
Even the mention of fucking Anakin Skywalker isn’t enough to quench in heat running through Cody’s veins. His hand finds Obi-Wan’s cock and strokes it. “Poor you,” he says.
“Yes, poor me— oh shit, Cody, just like that.” Obi-Wan’s other hand grabs Cody’s shoulder and holds on for dear life. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Cody continues stroking him until Obi-Wan starts trembling. Then he stops, and watches as Obi-Wan pulls himself together with a few deep breaths. “That was close,” he eventually says.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, I liked it.” Obi-Wan removes the fingers from his body with an obscene squelch. He squeezes some more gel into his hand and grabs Cody’s dick. “And I’ll like that even more.”
“Fuck!” Cody hisses. “Who taught you to talk like that?”
Obi-Wan laughs while he strokes his hand up and down Cody’s cock, lathering it in gel quite thoroughly. “Would you believe me if I told you I’m a natural?”
“I’ve seen you sweet talk politicians to do your bidding, so yes.” Cody groans. “Fuck that feels good.”
“This’ll feel even better,” Obi-Wan says sweetly, lines himself up and sinks down.
Something gets stuck in Cody’s throat. He doesn’t know whether it’s a moan or Obi-Wan’s name; all he manages is scrambling to hold on to Obi-Wan’s hips as his lover’s body swallows his cock inch by inch, sliding down and down and down until Cody is balls deep inside him—
“Kriff, Cody,” Obi-Wan moans brokenly, a sound Cody will never forget for as long as he lives. “You feel so fucking good inside me!”
“Y-you too,” Cody manages to grind out. He’s reciting the most boring regulations in his head just to stave off his impending orgasm. His spine tingles. “Shit, g-give me a minute b-before you do a-anything.”
“Yeah,” Obi-Wan agrees. He grabs his own dick and just holds it. “I’m close, too.”
Together, they just breathe for a moment, trying to get away from the edge. After a moment, Obi-Wan leans forward carefully and licks into Cody’s mouth, and Cody reciprocates happily, turning one kiss into two, three, four, until he can’t tell where he begins and Obi-Wan ends.
Finally, the edge recedes to a faint promise of pleasure. They break apart, breaths heavy, and Obi-Wan sits up again, gasping when it changes the angle of Cody inside him. “So good,” he says softly as he rises his body until Cody almost slips from him before sinking back down. “So fucking good.”
“O-Obi-Wan,” Cody says brokenly. He grabs Obi-Wan’s hips. “Fuck.”
“I love you,” Obi-Wan moans. “So fucking much. Waited for this for so long.”
“I love you, too.”
Obi-Wan keeps a leisurely pace, rising and falling in a rhythm as old as time. It’s soft, and gentle, and maybe everything Cody’s ever wanted for his first time; but he needs more. He needs to see Obi-Wan shake apart, needs to see him come, and needs to hear Obi-Wan shout his name over and over and over again.
He just… needs.
Therefore, he sits up, startling Obi-Wan, who gasps, “Cody—,” before Cody swallows the rest of his words with a kiss and turns them around easily, laying Obi-Wan on his back with him on top without ever slipping from the Jedi’s body.
He starts moving, and is rewarded with a shaky moan and Obi-Wan’s long legs wrapping around his hips. “Cody,” his lover says, hands scrambling, “Cody.”
“Be mine,” Cody whispers against Obi-Wan’s cheek. “Just for tonight, be mine entirely. Body, mind, soul. Please, be mine.” He intensifies his thrusts.
Obi-Wan fucking whimpers into Cody’s ear. “I’m yours—ah, Cody, always yours.” Cody’s heart feels like bursting. He hitches Obi-Wan’s leg around him higher and suddenly Obi-Wan shouts, ”Oh fuck, right there!”
“Say it again,” he demands, his voice edging to a growl.
“I’m—mhh yours, Cody, shit!”
“And I’m yours,” Cody says back. And it’s true. He’s Obi-Wan’s, body, mind, soul. He wouldn’t even be able to pretend to know what he’s doing if not for his Jedi. “Always yours.”
“Don’t stop, Cody,” Obi-Wan begs. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!”
Cody couldn’t stop even if he tried. Obi-Wan’s body is just too hot and too perfect, and he wants to bury himself inside and never let go, so that his Jedi always carry a piece of Cody with him even when they’re be apart, and—
Something inside Cody snaps, hot and all consuming, and suddenly he’s coming for the first time in his life, shouting something, spilling inside his lover, reaching deep, floating away, until—
He comes back to himself when Obi-Wan’s hand runs through his hair gently. “Ah, there you are,” Obi-Wan says gently. “I was worried for a second there.”
Cody blinks at him. “W—What happened?”
“You blacked out for a bit,” Obi-Wan explains, still stroking his hand through Cody’s hair.
The clone realizes he’s still inside the Jedi. “Sorry, sorry,” he says, trying to get up but firmly held in place by Obi-Wan’s legs and arms. “Am I crushing you?”
“Not at all, dear,” Obi-Wan says, and, oh, that pet name calms him down far better than any explanation could. “I like your weight on me.”
“Okay,” Cody says. He just lays there for a few moments and enjoys Obi-Wan’s hand stroking through his curls. Then he realizes something and looks up. “Did you finish? I could give you a hand—”
“No need,” Obi-Wan says cheekily. “I came right after you. Not as hard as you, but still… It was very satisfying.”
“Good,” Cody says and lets his head fall back against Obi-Wan’s chest. “Glad I could provide.”
“Oh, you did,” Obi-Wan snorts. “I’ll be sore all day tomorrow.”
Despite feeling a little proud, Cody apologizes. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I had it coming.”
Cody snorts. “You sure did.”
“Oh, by the Force, you…” Obi-Wan starts laughing as well, the vibrations shaking Cody atop of him. “You’re so lucky that I love you.”
“And I love you,” Cody says seriously. He kisses Obi-Wan and then adds, “Let’s get comfortable. Sure, you said you like my weight, but—”
“I really do,” Obi-Wan explains. “But I agree. I’m not too fond of dried sweat on my skin.”
Cody slips out of Obi-Wan — almost having an aneurysm when he sees how much of his seed seeps out of the Jedi as well — and stands from the bed on shaky legs. Obi-Wan isn’t faring any better for the first few moments upright, and if not for Cody he'd have fallen right back onto the bed.
Together, they make their way to the fresher adjacent to Cody’s room and take a quick sonic, exchanging gentle kisses every chance they get, stroking each other’s bodies just for the sake of touching. Once they’re done, Cody shows Obi-Wan the spare linens to strip the bed while he goes to the kitchen and makes them some tea.
By the time he returns with two mugs, Obi-Wan’s done with changing the sheets and is already lying on the bed beneath the blanket, a data padd in hand. Cody’s heart aches at how domestic it looks, and he vows to make sure Obi-Wan will spend the night as much as possible from now on.
Obi-Wan looks up, and a smile appears on his face. “Is that tea?” He asks, sniffing.
“Yes,” Cody answers. He walks around and places the mug next to Obi-Wan on the nightstand. “Just the way you like it.”
“Thank you,” Obi-Wan says, placing a kiss on his lips before he grabs the tea and takes a sip. “Mhm.”
“Good?”
Obi-Wan sips again. “Mhm.”
Cody laughs and sets his own tea down next to Obi-Wan’s before climbing into the bunk beside him. “What are you reading?”
“Your exam,” Obi-Wan says apologetically. “I didn’t want to snoop, but—”
“It’s fine,” Cody waves him off. “I would’ve shown it to you anyway.” Then, because he can’t help himself, he asks, “What do you think about it?”
“It’s brilliant,” Obi-Wan says. “You’re brilliant. I see why they made you a lawyer.”
Cody blushes. “So it wasn’t just my good looks and my charming personality?” He deflects.
“No,” Obi-Wan says. “I mean, it doesn’t hurt that you’re as handsome as you are, but that was all you.” He leans forward and kisses Cody's jaw. “All Cody.”
Cody’s face turns. He captures Obi-Wan in a searing kiss that lights up his spine and sends his blood rushing south again.
Obi-Wan probably feels it in the Force, because he breaks their kiss and asks, “Really? Again?”
Cody wonders why he doesn’t feel embarrassed. Instead he smirks and asks confidently, “Can’t handle it, General?”
Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. “As if. I managed piles of flimsiwork the sight of which would’ve brought lesser men to tears. I bested Grievous. And, well, I did offer you a blowjob earlier, so…” He grins and grabs Cody’s cock.
They drink their tea cold.
Epilogue
Cody stirs slowly.
Something warm and heavy presses on his chest, and he snuggles it, delighted when it snuggles right back.
It takes him a few more moments to remember where he is, and another few to realize that he’s holding Obi-Wan in his arms. The Jedi is still fast asleep, mumbling against Cody’s chest every now and then, and Cody’s never seen him so soft and carefree.
For a moment, he considers just staying in his bunk forever, but then his bladder makes itself known, and he slips out as quietly and stealthily as he can. Thankfully, Obi-Wan barely stirs, just grabs Cody’s pillow and hugs it to his body with a grumble. Cody plants a kiss on his forehead just in case and goes to the fresher.
He returns five minutes later, wading through the pile of clothes on the floor until he finds his softest pair of trousers and pulls them on, opting to go without a shirt or underwear as he’s just going to get him and Obi-Wan something to eat and maybe another tea. Carefully, so as not to wake his lover, he opens the door and slips out, wondering what he’ll get the two of them for a quick breakfast, when—
“Small Gods, Cody!” Someone shouts the moment he’s closed the door to his room behind him. “What the fuck happened to you?”
“Huh?” He asks, looking around. Waxer and Boil are on the couch, as are Rex, Helix and Wooley. Their eyes are as big as saucers, and only belatedly does Cody realize that it’s because of the many love bites littering his chest.
“Did you get into a fight?” Rex asks. “Is Obi-Wan okay?”
“A fight?” Helix asks, raising an eyebrow. “He looks like he went through a mosquito swarm on Choll II. Again.”
Cody groans. “That was one time—”
“You were so full of their poison that you almost died, di’kut— ”
“And no, it wasn’t mosquitos.” Cody walks briskly to the kitchen and gets out the ingredients for his and Obi-Wan’s tea.
Rex notices. Of course he does. He starts grinning slyly, and asks, “Did Obi-Wan spend the night?”
Cody rubs the bridge of his nose. He knows he’s gonna regret it, but he tells them anyway. “Yes, he did.”
“Wooohoooo!”
“Go, Cody!”
“I always knew you had it in you, Commander!”
“Hah, probably. Good one, Boil.”
They high-five each other.
Cody’s already annoyed. “The next one who opens his mouth so much as to congratulate me will get latrine duty for a week. Understood?”
“Pah, you can’t order us around anymore!”
Cody’s glare turns icy. Obi-Wan calls it his ‘Try Me’-face. “Understood, vod’ike?”
Silence reigns after that. Cody goes back to preparing the tea with a smirk, delighted that he’s still got it. Until…
“So, Cody, did the whole sex part work?” Helix asks nonchalantly.
Waxer promptly chokes on his space waffle, and Boil heartily pats his partner’s back while Rex and Wooley look at Helix in utter shock.
Trying to keep the situation under control, Cody keeps it professional. “As a matter of fact, it did.”
“Mhh,” Helix hums. “Interesting. I wonder what changed.”
Cody’s sigh could’ve shaken the building. “Obi-Wan did. My dick works just fine where he’s concerned.”
“I see,” Helix says. “Seems like you’re demisexual after all.” He turns to the room, his right hand open, and says, “Pay up, bitches.”
A grumble goes through the group. Credit chits exchange hands until they get to Helix. He counts them, then nods appreciatively and puts them into his pocket.
Cody watches the entire exchange in stunned silence. “Did you bet on my sex-life?”
“Yes,” Helix says as blasé as ever. “That, or your lack thereof. And I was the only one who bet on you being demisexual.”
Cody narrows his eyes. “What does that even mean?”
“It means you only develop sexual attraction to people you have an emotional bond with,” a new voice explains. It’s Obi-Wan. “Which would explain why you were never interested before.”
Cody turns to him. The moment he sees his lover, his brain short-circuits so hard he’s surprised he doesn’t drop dead on the spot.
Obi-Wan is wearing Cody’s shirt. The sunburst shirt. Cody’s favorite shirt on Cody’s favorite person. Oh shit, he’s so in love with him.
He must’ve looked like a fool, for Wooley says, “Oh no, General, you broke him.”
Obi-Wan strides through the living space and into the small kitchenette and plants a kiss on Cody’s lips. “Hey.”
“Hey,” is all Cody manages to croak out.
“I missed you,” Obi-Wan says with a smile. “Come back to bed?”
It takes several seconds for Cody’s brain to reboot. “Er— yes, just, I wanted to make us some tea, and, and find something to eat—”
“You can take the rest of our space waffles,” Rex offers, clearly trying to help his ori’vod. His favorite for a reason.
Obi-Wan chuckles. “Thank you, Rex.” He takes the plate that’s still sitting on the kitchenette and directs his beaming smile back at Cody. “Are you coming?”
“I bet he came plenty last night,” Waxer mutters under his breath.
“Shush you,” Boil chides him in a whisper.
“This is embarrassing,” Rex sighs.
“Are you kidding? This is the most entertaining thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Helix deadpans, not sounding amused at all.
It all shrinks away in the presence of Obi-Wan’s smile, though. “Yeah,” Cody finally says. “I’ll be right there.” He pours the hot water into their mugs first, then grabs one. Before he can reach for the other, Obi-Wan has already taken it, and he smiles at Cody so sweetly that his brain almost short-circuits all over again. “Let’s go,” he says and leads the way.
The End