Living the Dream (A CodyWan Story)
Summary: A trip to 79s with his brothers and his General takes an unexpected turn for Cody as he wrestles with jealousy and unrequited feelings.
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Excerpt:
“How does he do it?” Waxer asked for the third time in as many minutes.
Cody glowered over the top of his glass before knocking back the remainder of his beer and slamming it down on the table harder than was strictly necessary.
“That’s what…the third?” Waxer continued, clearly not sensing the mood of his Commander.
“Fourth.” Boil supplied with a grin, his finger drumming on the table to the beat of the music as he looked around. “At this rate he’s not going to leave any for the rest of us.” He grumbled.
Cody followed Boil’s eyeline to his General, looking relaxed as he leaned on the bar, the women he was currently talking to holding a striking resemblance to Duchess Satine. Cody’s mood soured even more as Obi Wan laughed at something she said and ran his hand though his hair absentmindedly before taking a sip of his drink. Cody felt his chest clench.
He knew there was a reason they hadn’t invited their Jedi to 79s before. Not only was it the one place they could go where they had the opportunity to be themselves, but for Cody, the site of Obi Wan talking to the stream of would-be suitors made him want to vomit.
“Drink up, Codes.” Rex said as he returned with another round.
“I think I might just go.” Cody said with a sigh.
“Oh, come on. The fun’s only just started.” Fives said, lolling on his side next to an almost unconscious Echo.
“Besides, you might need to reign in your General.” Rex said with a grin as he threw a look at Obi Wan.
“The General is more than capable of taking care of himself, Rex.” Cody said with a dour look.
“He’s not the negotiator for nothing.” Waxer said with a wry smile.
“I wouldn’t mind negotiating with her.” Fives said with a hiccup.
I wouldn’t mind negotiating with him. Cody thought.
He sighed and grabbed another beer from the round Rex had put down in front of him and chugged it.
“YEAH, COMMANDER!” Waxer and Boil shouted enthusiastically.
“Kriff, Codes. What’s gotten into you? You’re usually a one drink a night kind of guy.” Rex said in a low voice.
“Not tonight.” He said gruffly, reaching for another glass. Perhaps drowning himself was the only way to get through this night in one piece. He secretly wished for a misplaced clanker or assassin droid just so he’d have an excuse to leave.
The music reverberated in his skull, and he started to get a headache behind his eyes. His eyes wandered over to Obi Wan again and a spark lit inside him as he noticed the General make his excuses and point to the table, casually carrying at least twenty drinks with the force.
“Apologies for the delay, gentleman.” He said pleasantly as he set the glasses down without spilling a drop, his eyes falling on the beers Rex had just supplied.
“I…ah…see you rather lost patience.”
“No worries, General.” Rex said with a laugh. “I’m sure we’ll get to them soon enough.”
Obi Wan smiled as he sat down on a chair next to the opening of the booth that Cody resided in. He wished Rex had chosen somewhere else to sit other than next to him.
Cody lived for the moments when he would accidentally brush up against his Jedi. He would feel the spark of electricity course through him that could keep him going for days. He realized how pathetic that was. There were plenty of men here tonight. He could easily find someone, follow them home, wake up bleary-eyed in the morning and make his way back to the barracks for a congratulatory pat on the back from his brothers. But he didn’t want that. He wanted Obi Wan. The one person he couldn’t have.
It wasn’t just lust either, although that was certainly there too. He had seen Obi Wan shirtless enough times between trips to medical and cramped sleeping arrangements that he was aware of how impressive his body was. In his dreams he had explored every inch of him many times over.
He wanted nothing more than to brush his hair off his face, touch his beard, maybe feel it on his face as he leant in for a kiss. He wondered what his lips tasted like, perhaps they held the scent of the tea he drank so often. But more than all of that, it was Obi Wan’s soul, that seemed to glow out of his cerulean eyes that made it impossible for Cody to recover from his infatuation.
They made their way through Rex’s round quickly before starting on Obi Wan’s. Fives was up and dancing with a Twi’lek he’d had his eye on, and Rex was pinned in the corner with a Pantoran who looked remarkably like Senator Chuchi.
“Well, I think I’m gunna head out.” Cody said, checking his chrono and attempting to stand up before realizing his legs were still locked under the table.
“Come now, Cody.” Obi Wan said in a chastising tone. He leaned back in his chair and was using the force to keep the front legs in the air. “It’s not often you invite me out. We should celebrate our successful campaign.”
“We already did that while you were talking to the blonde at the bar.” Waxer said with a smirk.
“Which one?” Cody asked pointedly, momentarily forgetting his place. Obi Wan’s cheeks turned pink.
