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Obi-Wan wakes to the feeling of fingertips drawing lazy circles across his bare chest. He smiles, eyes still closed, and murmurs, “Are you enjoying yourself there, my dear?”
The only answer he gets is a soft hum and a kiss pressed to his temple.
The fingertips keep wandering across his skin, little points of warmth, calluses catching in his chest hair from time to time, tugging lightly. They trail up his sternum, tapping against his breastbone, and play gently with the red-gold pendant around his neck. They drag in a circle around one nipple, teasing, never quite touching.
Obi-Wan pushes his head back into the pillows, eyes still closed, and arches up with a soft groan.
There’s a chuckle. “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” Cody murmurs in his ear, his breath hot on Obi-Wan’s cheek. A fingernail brushes lightly across the other nipple. It’s a fleeting touch but it jolts through Obi-Wan like lightning. He chokes back a moan and Cody laughs softly. “You definitely enjoyed that.”
“Don’t tease, Cody,” Obi-Wan murmurs, but he doesn’t actually do anything to reinforce his words. It’s very pleasant, lying here, safe and comfortable in their bed, the heat of Cody’s body pressed up against his, the warmth of his mind washing over him in the bond.
“Pleasant, is it?” Cody asks mildly, and he gently pinches one of Obi-Wan’s nipples, rolls it between his fingertips. “I think I can do a bit more than pleasant.” His mouth finds the line of Obi-Wan’s throat, warm and wet, sucking kisses, occasionally scraping his teeth across sensitive skin. His fingers alternate between tugging at Obi-Wan’s nipples and ghosting across the expanse of his chest, so gentle it’s barely even there.
Obi-Wan sinks into the sensation, the teasing, the wet warmth, the flashes of exquisite pain. Cody shifts, his kisses wandering across Obi-Wan’s collarbones, down his chest, down, still moving down, and his mouth is occupied but he murmurs a constant stream of praise and encouragement and lust through the bond. You look so good like this, cyare, feel so good too, love the way you moan for me, love the way you taste, and, as his hand slips even further down, tugging Obi-Wan’s sleeping trousers down, ghosting his touch across his straining cock, Want to taste this, too.
“I’m not going to say no to that,” Obi-Wan gasps, one hand fisted in the bedsheets, the other grabbing at Cody’s shoulder. “Ah, my dear, could you possibly…?”
“What?” Cody asks, one hand bracing himself against the mattress, the other scratching lightly at Obi-Wan’s inner thigh. “What could I possibly?” He kisses an old scar in Obi-Wan’s hip. “What do you want me to do?”
“You know what I want,” Obi-Wan groans.
“I don’t, actually,” Cody answers, frustratingly glib, and settles astride Obi-Wan’s thighs. He bends forward and catches one nipple between his teeth, his hands on either side of Obi-Wan’s chest. Obi-Wan can feel how careful he’s being to avoid touching his erection. “It’s not like I can read your mind or anything,” he rumbles against Obi-Wan’s chest.
So that’s how he wants to play it.
Obi-Wan lies back across their bed and lets his mind wander. He remembers the last time Cody went to his knees for him, last week, after he got back from a lengthy senatorial gala with sparkling Alderaanian wine fizzing through his veins. Cody was finishing up a lesson schedule for Master Ophelia’s approval but Obi-Wan dragged him away from his work, kissed him, touched him, and then bit his lip when Cody sank to his knees in front of him. He remembers the sight of Cody swiping his tongue across the leaking head of his cock. He remembers the feeling of Cody’s lips around him, remembers the feeling of Cody’s throat around him. He remembers the white-hot pleasure of coming in Cody’s mouth. He remembers how dark Cody’s eyes were when he looked up and swallowed.
“Okay, yeah, I get it,” Cody squeaks, strangled.
“Wonderful,” Obi-Wan purrs, propping himself up on his elbows to watch because he can never get enough of the single-minded intensity that Cody pours into bringing him pleasure. The focus they bred into him on Kamino isn’t for slaughter and death anymore. Now, it’s for joy and ecstasy and love.
“You always get so soppy before a blowjob,” Cody quips, grinning up at him.
“What can I say?” Obi-Wan shoots back, aware that his attempt to seem aloof is rather undercut by the fact that he’s mostly naked and rock hard and practically quivering under Cody’s hands. “I like to watch you work.”
“I’d best not disappoint you, then,” Cody murmurs, and bends to his task.
Except he doesn’t.
Because someone hammers at the door hard enough that Obi-Wan almost jumps off the bed. Cody’s even quicker, halfway to a fighting stance even though he’s fully nude, but he doesn’t get as far as lunging for one of the several blasters he’s hidden around their rooms because a familiar voice shouts through the door, “Sorry to interrupt whatever horrible things you’re doing to each other in there, but I need to talk to you, Master!”
“Are you,” Cody mutters flatly, collapsing back down at Obi-Wan’s side, “kidding me?”
“Now is not the time, Anakin!” Obi-Wan shouts back.
“I’m coming in!” Anakin answers, blatantly ignoring Obi-Wan’s protests. “Please don’t be naked!” And the door starts to open.
Fast as lightning, Cody pulls the sheets up over them both. Unfortunately that really doesn’t do much to hide Obi-Wan’s erection. Fortunately, though, it immediately starts to wilt when Anakin comes ploughing in, one hand over his eyes. “I need a favour,” Anakin blurts out, the other hand stretched out in front of him in what Obi-Wan assumes is an attempt not to bump into anything.
Obi-Wan wonders where he went so wrong as a teacher that his padawan has forgotten that he can use the Force for that.
“Are you,” Cody says again, under his breath, “kidding me?”
“Hi, Cody,” Anakin says to the inside of his hand. At least he sounds moderately sheepish.
“Anakin, can this not wait?” Obi-Wan sighs.
“Not really,” Anakin answers. He peeks between his fingers, apparently judges that the coast is clear, and drops his hand. “You know the liaison mission the Council is sending me on to the moons of Verdanish?”
“Yes?” Obi-Wan answers slowly, very aware of Cody’s warmth next to him, bare skin still pressed to bare skin, very aware of the unsatisfied arousal that’s still curling in his gut.
“I need you to step in for me,” Anakin says, grimacing.
Obi-Wan blinks, startled. “That’s a two week mission.”
“Yeah, I know,” Anakin winces.
“Leaving tomorrow.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“And I’m supposed to be on sabbatical.”
Anakin pinches the bridge of his nose. “I know that, too.”
“And I don’t know anything about the local life forms,” Obi-Wan says. “Or anything about what the liaison has been requested for.”
Anakin brightens. “Well, you’re in luck! The briefing with the Supreme of Verdanish is in ten minutes.”
Obi-Wan stares at him.
“Please?” Anakin wheedles.
Well, this is only going to end one way, Cody grumbles into the bond.
Obi-Wan can feel resignation pouring off him, flavoured with disappointment and frustrated arousal, but he’s not angry. He’s amused, Obi-Wan can feel that, amused at how Anakin has got Obi-Wan wrapped around his finger. He thinks it’s hilarious how quickly Obi-Wan always gives in. He loves how close they are, how they grew up together and fought together and Cody has millions of brothers, scattered across the galaxy, all of them dearer to him than his own life, and he’s so glad that Obi-Wan knows what that’s like as well.
“Master?” Anakin asks, eyes big.
“I’m gonna get a shower,” Cody declares and gets out of bed. He’s still naked and more than a little hard, which normally Obi-Wan would very much appreciate but right now it seems calculated to disturb Anakin as much as possible more than anything else.
Obi-Wan can’t entirely blame him.
“Wow,” Anakin murmurs, eyebrows halfway up his forehead. He stares as Cody pointedly swaggers to the refresher, then screws his eyes shut and shakes his head, then stares again, then swivels to stare at Obi-Wan. “Wow. That’s, ah, well. Impressive?”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, pulling the sheets around his waist in an attempt to bring a little dignity to proceedings. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t eject you from my rooms and go join Cody in the shower?”
You’re very welcome to join me, Cody murmurs.
“Ahsoka’s taking the trials in a couple of days,” Anakin mutters, not meeting Obi-Wan’s gaze. “I want to be here to support her. And, uh, Madame Jocasta wants to interrogate me about those extra pages of the Chronicle of Bestin and Keraunos I dug up in the Corellian Archives. Oh, yeah, and Artoo really needs a service otherwise his rotors will get all rusty and then he’ll be the whiniest little—”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan interrupts.
Shower’s nice and warm, Cody teases.
“Padmé’s pregnant,” Anakin blurts, his cheeks pale.
There’s a loud thud from the refresher. Obi-Wan’s fairly sure Cody just hit his head on the showerhead.
“She told me last night,” Anakin continues, quieter. “I don’t know what it’s going to mean for us. For me. The Enclave changed the rules about relationships but I have no idea if that’s the same for… for kids.” There are two spots of colour high on his cheekbones. He runs a hand through his hair. “I know this is last minute. I know it’s a lot to ask. But I—” He falters. “I need to be with her right now.”
“Yes, you do,” Obi-Wan agrees. “Ten minutes, you said?”
Anakin nods quickly.
Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow. “To be crystal clear, Anakin: you owe me for this.”
Anakin’s nodding gets faster. “Whatever you want, whenever you want. Just tell me. Thank you, Master! Thank you!”
He’s like a Corrie trainee who’s just hit his first bullseye, Cody comments, wry and warm. Adorable.
Obi-Wan ignores the very, very tempting sensation of water sliding over Cody’s skin. “Let me get dressed,” he says to his former padawan. “You can brief me on the way.”