Chapter Seven
Summary: As the wedding winds down, Cody and Obi Wan enjoy the night all the while becoming increasingly aware that their time together is drawing to a close.
Read on AO3
Excerpt:
The intense heat of the day had mellowed with the sinking of the sun. Cody’s eyes were heavy from the onslaught of activity and excitement of the day, and he couldn’t quite believe this was his current reality.
The music on the dance floor still pounded through the cobblestone courtyard. Anakin and Padme were mingling with their remaining guests; the kids had long since disappeared to bed. Ahsoka sat on a table on the opposite side of the dancefloor, chatting with Rex and Padme’s sister.
And Cody? Cody was trying to suppress a grin as he sat at a table on the edge of the dance floor next to Obi Wan, his arm wrapped around the man’s shoulders as he lounged back in his chair. His eyes were fixed ahead on the few couples who were still moving to the beat of the music, his foot tapping to the rhythm with a wide smile on his face. His bow tie hung loose, his jacket was strewn on the back of the chair and with every passing minute Cody could see the moment where Obi Wan’s tux was balled into a heap on the floor, and he couldn’t fucking wait.
Obi Wan touched Cody’s hand on his shoulder, interlacing the fingers of his right hand with Cody’s and brushing his thumb steadily over his knuckles. There was nothing seductive about the movement, Cody knew that in theory, but in action, it was like Obi Wan was carrying a match into a firework factory.
Obi Wan took a sip of the scotch in his left hand and held it out for Cody. He smiled and leaned forward, letting Obi Wan tip the liquid down his throat and chuckling when he spilled a little on his shirt.
“If we were anywhere else I would lick that off for you.” Obi Wan whispered.
Cody felt a lurch and stifled a whimper in his throat. “Then maybe we should go somewhere else?” he whispered back.
Obi Wan chuckled again and used his thumb to wipe off the drop of liquor off Cody’s chin and promptly sucked it off the tip in an obscene and frankly, seductive way. Cody was tired and wasn’t entirely sure he had another round in him. But Obi Wan was making a very compelling argument to the contrary.
The music changed to a slow song and the few remaining couples filled the floor. Cody noticed his brother confidently reach out his hand to Sabe and her gleefully accepting it. He’d have to follow up on that, he thought to himself, until he realized that Obi Wan had shifted and dropped his hand, downing the remainder of his drink and placing the empty glass on the table. He stood up, pulled his jacket back on and held out his own hand to Cody.
“You’re not going to make me beg, are you?” he asked softly. Cody took hold of Obi Wan’s hand and sprang to his feet with more enthusiasm than was likely dignified. He allowed himself to be pulled close, Obi Wan’s left hand wrapping around his waist while his right steered them. “I should probably ask if you’d like to lead. It’s a force of habit, I’m afraid.”
“You can steer me wherever you want, Obi Wan.” Cody replied softly as he gently rested his cheek against Obi Wan’s beard.
“Hmm,” Obi Wan hummed contently, “very well, my dear.”
They moved around the dance floor as others remained in tight circles, slowly swaying on the spot. He wondered if they looked how Obi Wan and Satine had looked earlier and took satisfaction in the thought, as fleeting as it was. They swung past Anakin and Padme looking tired and hanging on each other for support, but wide grins still remaining on their faces as they gazed at each other.
“They look happy.” Cody commented.
Obi Wan smiled. “They do, don’t they?”
The beat of the music picked up through the bridge and Obi Wan steered them into a quick step for a few beats, grinning at Cody as he started to laugh.
“Do you ever think about it?” Cody asked.
“About what?
Cody nodded back over at Anakin and Padme, “the whole marriage thing…one day.”
Obi Wan chuckled and shrugged. “It would be disingenuous to say I hadn’t when I proposed to Satine…” Obi Wan said thoughtfully. “But even then I didn’t really think about what it would mean or what it could look like. It was just…” he sighed, “it was just likely a means to avoid the inevitable. Although of course I didn’t realize it at the time…” Obi Wan looked pensive for a moment before snapping out of it and looking at Cody warmly. “What about you? Any near misses?”
Cody laughed and shook his head aggressively. “No. No, no, no…”
“So…no?” Obi Wan interjected with a wry smile.
Cody laughed again and looked back at Obi Wan’s brother for a distraction. “I um…never really thought about it. Obviously it wasn’t an option growing up. It wasn’t legal. But I’ve never had a relationship that felt like it could…sustain it.”
Obi Wan nodded knowingly. “Well, there’s nothing that says it’s right for everyone.”
“So, you wouldn’t consider it?” Cody blurted out.
Obi Wan studied him for a moment. “Why, do you plan on asking?”
Cody blushed scarlet and almost pulled away and they slowly swayed on the dance floor now. “No, no, I….”
Obi Wan brushed his knuckles again his cheek and chuckled, leaning forward and catching his lips in a chaste display of intimacy. “I was joking, Cody. Take a breath.”
Cody shook his head and buried his forehead on Obi Wan’s shoulder. “You make my brain stop working sometimes.” He mumbled.
Obi Wan threw his head back and laughed. “One of the things I like most about you, Cody, is your honesty. You have a question, you ask it, and that is incredibly refreshing. Don’t let embarrassment take that away.”
Cody lingered for a moment longer on Obi Wan’s shoulder before rising and brushing his lips with his own. “I want to take you to bed.” He muttered.
Obi Wan grinned, his pink lips thinning into a wide smile. “That’s the best offer I’ve had all night.”
“You’ve had more than one?” Cody replied, his lips moving to Obi Wan’s ear, blowing air gently against his lobe and neck and feeling the man shiver in his arms.
“Well, there was something about a crumpled tux and…”
Cody brushed his hand over Obi Wan’s shoulder and let his fingers drift down to his waist. “I think the time has come, Obi Wan.” Cody purred.
Obi Wan’s eyes flicked around the dance floor before falling back on Cody, “far be it for me to hold you up, my dear. Let me just say goodnight.” His hand drifted down Cody’s chest and hovered over his crotch before walking away with a grin.
Cody turned around, trying to disguise the obvious effect Obi Wan hoped he was having. He waved goodnight to his brother, who was locked in conversation with Sabe, and watched as Obi Wan embraced his brother warmly before kissing Padme on both cheeks. He stopped by at Ahsoka’s table and kissed her forehead before making his way back over to Cody.
“Ready,” he asked when he was a few steps away. Cody couldn’t contain his grin as he nodded and took hold of Obi Wan’s hand, leading him off the dance floor.
The music started to fade as they made their way back to the villa proper although Cody was sure he’d feel the beat of the music in his body for the rest of his life…or maybe that was just his heart.
He was tired. Likely too tired in all honesty, and yet…he couldn’t resist. They kissed as soon as they were inside, this time he pressed Obi Wan up against the wall, but it wasn’t the rabid mauling he’d experienced earlier, it was slower, more deliberate, and somehow more intimate. Obi Wan held his face delicately, brushing his thumbs against the stubble on his cheeks. Cody finally pulled away and took a step back, grabbing Obi Wan’s hand again and pulling him away from the wall.
“Come on…bed.”
Obi Wan grinned and followed.
