Kiss to avoid the bad/good guys- Jango/ObiWan (if that's a pairing you're up for, if you're really not up for it, then CodyWan)
Jango still hadn’t figured out exactly how it had come to this: on the run from the Republic and his former employers with a damn Jetii and an army of clones. He should have shot the bastard on sight. Instead, he’d invited him into his home and listened to him, allowing himself to be convinced that his clones deserved as much of a chance at life as Boba did.
Why had he listened? He still wasn’t sure. And now he was walking around without his kriffing armor, in hopes of being less recognizable. Kenobi had clipped his hair and shaved, making him look a decade younger… and making Jango feel a decade older.
Currently they were deep in Hutt space, trying to acquire another ship so they could alleviate some of the overcrowding. Even he and Kenobi were forced to share quarters and that was leading to some less than idea situations.
He was scanning street they were walking down when he spied a familiar figure.
“Bounty hunter on the lef-”
Kenobi stopped so fast Jango bumped into him.
“Master,” he whispered, staring at someone off on the right.
He turned, shoving Jango backwards until they were pressed against a wall under a grimy overhang.
“My former Master is here! Quick, pretend to kiss me!”
Jango scoffed, wondering what kind of trashy holos they allowed in the Jedi Temple if Kenobi thought that gimmick ever actually worked. Taking in the set of his peach-fuzzed jaw and the shine in his eyes, all he did was sigh, leaning forward so their foreheads touched.
“It seems we both have someone we’d like to avoid,” he said.
This close he could see the muscle in Kenobi’s jaw twitch.
“That’s putting it mildly. I told you he cast me aside to take on a new Padawan, right?”
Jango blinked. He hadn’t heard that, as a matter of fact, and his opinion of the Jedi managed to drop even lower.
“More fool he, then.” He reached up, touching Kenobi’s jaw and also obstructing the streetside view of him from any passersby. “You’re very much what the Jetii like to pretend they are: concerned about the welfare of others.”
Kenobi’s cheeks dimpled as he smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He sensed more than saw the bounty hunter pass them without even a glance in their direction. He was less sure about the negligent Master, since robes in varying shades of beige were popular on Sleheyron.
“I suppose it was.” Jango’s fingers skimmed across Kenobi’s cheek. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
Fingers dug into his shirt as Kenobi pulled himself even closer, their bodies now pressed against each other from chest to knees. Heat was building between them.
“Who, me?” Kenobi teased, rolling his head back so that their noses now touched, too. “Never.”
It was impulse, that was all. Impulse and the fact that he was unused to being in public without his armor, caught up in the heady emotions brought on by too many tactile sensations. He hooked a knuckle under Kenobi’s chin, tilting his head back even further and kissing him.
Kenobi made a soft, needy sound, his hips grinding into Jango as he deepened the kiss, one hand slipping around the back of his neck to keep him in place. Not that Jango had any interest in leaving. He answered the whine with a growl of his own, licking into the Jedi’s willing mouth.
“Keep an eye out, Anakin, they could be anywhere.”
Kenobi twitched against him, a hiss escaping his nostrils, and then he was pulling back, pressing his face into Jango’s chest.
Jango nuzzled into his hair, which smelled like him; his shampoo, his clothes, his Jetii. Kriff. He should have shot him when he had the chance. Now he’d have to protect him. And the worst part was, he wanted to.
