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“I need your help,”
The concept wasn’t novel in itself. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d helped out Cody, just as he’d lost count of the number of times Cody had bailed him out. However, help was rarely asked for, and certainly not at this time in the early morning on shore leave. Rex had been fast asleep, and half of him still wanted to be there. No, he lied. All of him wanted to be there. It had been a long few days.
“It’s two in the morning,” His complaint was punctuated with a wide yawn.
“I’m aware,”
Yeah, he knew that particular tone. A soft sigh followed by a small series of dressing and Rex was finally half decent to go out into the world without scaring the local population. He yawned widely again as he followed behind his determined brother, idly glancing around the streets as they weaved their way around back streets and alleyways and brightly coloured adverts. Even now people were on the streets, albeit some of them in more of a state than others. Bars kicking out time, he reckoned, the small migratory habits of bar patrons leaving their established holes toward the seedier all-day-all-night bar ports.
Not a time he’d expected Cody to be out and about at. Certainly not an area where he’d expect to see him either. Rex huffed a laugh to himself as they turned a corner toward another battered bar. Sly dog.
Through the door, down a corridor, avoid a drunken guy passed out near a door frame, and Rex could already hear the muffled sound of someone singing in the distance. A thud. A crash. Something else vibratory, presumably from an impact, and Rex turned his curious expression toward Cody who had stopped by a door and had rested his hand on the handle.
The look on Cody’s face was careful and that was even more curious.
“Now I need you to keep an open mind,” he warned finally, and opened the door to let Rex stick his head through. The inhabitant didn’t really notice, slumped over the table waving a mostly empty glass in time to some music that Rex was pretty sure only the figure could hear. Wouldn’t be the first Jedi to have weird stuff in their head, and Rex guessed if they could sense images and thoughts then music wasn’t that hard.
The debris around the room suggested that the glass wasn’t the only thing that General Kenobi had been waving at some point in the evening, and Rex pulled a face as Cody grabbed hold of his shoulder and pulled him back into the corridor. The door shut with a decisive click, as though commenting negatively on the situation in hand.
They looked at each other.
“Right,” Rex said finally after a well deserved pause that apparently Cody wasn’t planning to fill. “Is there an explanation or is my imagination going to have to get inventive?”
Cody looked displeased and it wasn’t hard to work out why. Kenobi and Cody had been physically together for a few months now, and Cody’s protectiveness had increased steadily in that time. It was kinda adorable as long as said adorableness was never commented to Cody; for whatever reason Cody seemed to feel personally responsible for Kenobi’s habits, which apparently stretched to the liquid ones.
“I assume he drank something,” Cody said finally and grudgingly.
Rex rewound that in his head. “Wait, weren’t you with him?!”
“I don’t need to be joined at the hip with him all the time,” Cody protested crossly, and Rex could recognise the annoyed regret for that peeking through the tones of the Commander’s voice.
“The state of that bar suggests otherwise,” Rex commented, unable to help himself and grinned as Cody’s less than amused expression aimed itself at him with the sternness of even the grouchiest of religious monks.
“He’s fine,” Cody said shortly. “He’s just .. temporarily unruly.”
Was that what they were calling it now, or was it just for those of a Jedi nature? Rex wasn’t sure and he was pretty damned sure he shouldn’t comment on it. Probably.
“Mm,” he said, folding his arms. “I appreciate that you know him better than I do but that,” Small nod toward the door. “ didn’t look fine,”
“Then look closer,” Cody said firmly. “He’s fine.”
That sentence was punctuated by another splintering crash within the room and Rex raised an eyebrow politely. Was it bad he had a minor level of enjoyment in this? Probably. Shouldn’t grin over someone else’s misfortune, and who knew, Kenobi might be getting splinters. But there was something so beautiful when naughty happenings occurred to the ‘Doing The Proper Thing’ group rather than his own boys.
“He’s just … spirited,” Cody’s glare dared him to comment on that.
“Uh huh,”
Another crash seemed to vibrate its way through the door, and Cody closed his eyes wearily.
“Oh, for kriff’s sake- ,” The door was re-seized and pushed open, Cody’s immediate response suddenly cutting dead as they stared toward the smoking chair that had quite clearly been sliced in half. “Hmm…,”
Rex grabbed hold of Cody’s collar and pulled him out again, making sure the door was very firmly shut behind them before beginning.
“Drunk in charge of a lightsaber?!” he hissed. Cody folded his arms, his brow furrowed as he thought.
“Yeah, that might be a problem,”
Might be a problem? Rex wasn’t sure whether to flail an arm, laugh or panic. Possibly all of them, it wasn’t as though they weren’t appropriate.
“Yeah, no kidding,” Rex rubbed his face tiredly with a hand and then studied the door for a moment. “So.. any suggestions?”
“I was hoping you’d have some,”
And that really was scraping the barrel for ‘relationship’ things. Plan of attack against a heavily armed enemy, sure. Destroying clankers in various ways, tick in the box. Sorting out ‘unruly’ lovers for his brother? Not his speciality.
Rex groaned and rubbed the back of his neck as he thought.
“This a good idea? He’s your commander,” he said finally, adding the ‘and lover’ privately in his mind. “You know him best,”
“He also knows me and what I’m likely to do and he is one of the sneakiest bastards I know.” Cody thought about that and added a bit afterward. “Respectfully.”
Rex had to concede that was an accurate statement.
“Besides which,” Cody continued. “ you’ve had significantly more experience with unruly and unwise bar fights,”
The other eyebrow rose to join the first. Little side jabs about getting into trouble every so often? Risky times, very risky, and Rex folded his arms.
“You know I could just go back to bed, right?”
Cody gave a soft, tired laugh. “Are you really going to deny it?”
Well, no, but there were limits. Most of the time it wasn’t even a problem, Rex could normally get himself out of problems or some of the lads were with him to increase the odds in their favour. Cody had only been dragged into .. well, a few, but percentage wise that was pretty damned low.
“My unruly and unwise bar fights don’t normally involve a drunken Jedi general,” he pointed out. Cody gave him an incredulous look.
“Your general is Skywalker,”
Pause to reflect that accuracy, followed by a small wince. “Okay, he doesn’t count, and he’s normally fully in control when he decides to get into trouble,”
Another crash put a pause on the conversation, Cody closing his eyes in a wince and clearly trying to run through the situation in his mind. Rex was starting to feel a little bad. This wasn’t Cody’s field of expertise at all and he’d come to him for help. This wasn’t really helping, but then Rex wasn’t sure what would be. Kenobi like this was just .. well, unpredictable. At least Anakin was consistent in his chaos.
“Again,” Cody said tiredly. “Any suggestions?”
“Have you tried talking to him?” Rex pounced on the first thing that came to mind, and apparently that comment was idiotic enough for eyes to reopen and him treated to Another Look.
“No,” Cody drawled pointedly. “I thought I’d drag you out of bed just for the hell of it. Yes, I tried talking. He’s … uh.. ,” Very, very long pause and was that a small flush rising to his cheeks? Impossible. “..Affectionate,”
Rex digested that particular word.
“Affectionate as in hugs and ‘you’re the best man I’ve ever met’ or trying to fuck you over the table affectionate?”
“The latter. It’s hard to carry on a conversation like that,”
No kriffing kidding. Rex eyed the door a little nervously and then back again. Kenobi in a stern mood was a difficult customer at the best of times. Add horny and drunk to that and he wasn’t sure how many of them would be left standing. Hell, he wasn’t sure if the damned bar would be left standing.
“Right,” he said, uncertainly.
“My initial thought was to get him out of the room and into one of ours, and then we keep him there until he’s .. well, back to his usual self,”
“Well, that sounds simple,” Rex said. “Let me guess. He doesn’t want to go?”
A small pause accompanied by a sideways, careful look of a man who didn’t want to be disloyal to his General, lover and general friend.
“He was quite resistant to the suggestion,” Cody allowed. Rex sighed. He was going to need a bacta tank for a week, he could see it now.
“Oh good. If I get broken or sliced in half then I’m going to be really upset,”
“You and me both, if you die I’ll never hear the end of it,” Cody replied with feeling. “So. Suggestions?”
Rex eyed the door. They didn’t have protocols for this type of thing. Rogue Jedi, possibly, but that involved significantly more rough handling and there was no way in hell Cody was going to let anyone even suggest blasters, set on stun or not. Stun-cuffs .. well, possibly if they were in a particularly kinky mood.
And that was a thought.
“Without sounding too crude,” Rex said slowly. “ if he’s only after one thing, let's dangle it and persuade him to follow. You know. As bait.”
It took a moment for Cody to translate that suggestion and absolutely no time at all to understand his opinion based on his dubious expression. Rex waited. It wasn’t a bad suggestion. He’d certainly suggested worse, and he’d certainly been flung into other people’s terrible suggestions before now too. This one? At worst Kenobi would just get a bit hornier and insist it occurred in the bar room which .. okay, might get a little complicated but there were two of them and as long as the lightsaber didn’t get excitable then everything would be fine.
“So you want to make him more amorous than he already is?” Cody said carefully and pointedly after it was obvious Rex wasn’t going to adjust his comment.
“If that translates to horny as fuck, then yeah,”
“Well, that sounds completely risk free,” said Cody drily before closing his eyes painfully again as another crash sounded through the door. He sighed. “Okay, fine. Let’s do this,”
They stepped through the door only to immediately duck as a chair flew past their head and smashed into the wall, scattering debris over a wide area. One of the last chairs, for that matter. Rex had no idea how said chairs were offensive but apparently it was the Jedi way to dismantle them, and said Jedi was standing at the end of the table with his hand outstretched and already out of breath and the faintest gleam of sweat on his brow.
He had to admit, he looked impressive. A little bit insane, but impressive.
Cody glanced at the destroyed chair then sighed to himself.
“Well, that’s going to be an interesting bar tab,” he stepped forward, hands out in a peaceful manner as he slowly prowled toward their target. “General? General,”
Kenobi stared at him for a moment with a frown before it suddenly cleared in recognition, a darker look suddenly all sunshine and light and merriment and Rex reckoned he trusted that less than the suspicious one.
“Cody! Cody, there you are!”
“Yes sir, I had to step outside to-,”
The kiss cut that sentence off dead, fast and sweet and passionate and greedy, and Rex tried not to watch too much as Kenobi’s hand slid into Cody’s dark hair, nor how he pinned him up against the wall as their kisses and touching and grinding continued. Cody’s eyes were closed already, his head lifted and a soft groan escaping as Jedi teeth gently nipped at his neck and hands wandered south-
Yeah, no wonder conversations were hard to have. Rex was pretty sure neither of them remembered their own damned names right at this point.
He waited for a few moments for them to remember his existence. When that failed he coughed, pointedly. “Uh, General?”
Obi-Wan’s head lifted for a moment then looked round at him in surprise, as though Rex had randomly teleported into the room without them noticing.
“..Rex?”
Hey, he knew who he was. That was probably a good start?
“Yes sir,” Rex tried to find the most tactful way to hold a conversation and failed miserably. Not that Cody would be much better. Flushed and speechless, Cody was still pinned against the wall but Rex was pretty sure his brother didn’t mind. Fine. He could be the adult. See if he cared. “Uh, sir. How are you feeling?”
“With my mind, Rex,” Kenobi looked puzzled for a moment. “I think. Emotions normally come from there, despite things supposedly coming from the heart and-,”
Okay, well that could have gone better.
“Uh, yes sir, but are you about to throw up?”
Kenobi blinked. “With emotion?”
“With anything, sir,”
Kenobi blinked again and then turned back to his breathless lover in confusion. “Cody, why is he worried about me being ill?”
“With respect, you may have drunk a bit too much, sir,” A breathless Cody tried a tactful approach which didn’t necessarily work in his current position. Still, the general looked bewildered rather than angry and out of all the possible options that could have been worse.
“What nonsense! I’m perfectly fine and you smell wonderful Cody, have I told you that before? Soap and effort and mmm,”
The words were immediately followed by another deep kiss that Cody slowly sunk into before clearly remembering where he was and what he was supposed to be doing and forcing his eyes open again. Rex grinned. He probably wasn’t supposed to grin but having had the occasional sly comment about Skywalker’s habits this felt very fair. And anyway, if this was any other place the pair of them would probably be fucking on the table already.
“Sir, perhaps you might want to go back to a bedroom,” Rex tried to interject with more of the plan before the room began to be dirtied in a completely different way.
“Why would I want to do that?” Honest confusion.
“It has a bed in it, sir.”
“Oh. Well, how very traditional of you. I didn’t know you were traditional,” Kenobi turned back to Cody. “Did you know he was traditional?”
The clear indicator of what was happening in Cody’s pants stated that he probably didn’t care whether Rex was traditional or not, and Rex grinned again at the slightly flushed, clearly embarrassed and blatantly aroused man in front of him. Kinda sweet, in its way.
“Yessir,” Cody tried to drag his mind back to the conversation. “It’s the .. uh, pillows, sir,”
“My god, of course, the pillows!” Kenobi sounded genuinely distraught about the prospect. “I’d forgotten the pillows,”
A small look over to Rex’s easy grin and Cody raised an eyebrow.
“And Rex is a little shy,” Cody added smoothly and with that well known politeness that illustrated his sneakiness. Rex’s easy grin suddenly found a roadblock.
“Hang on-,”
Annoyingly and for the first time since he’d walked through the door, Kenobi seemed to be paying attention. His interested gaze turned back to Rex thoughtfully and Rex wasn’t sure what it was about that hungry look but a nervous shiver ran down his spine and tingled in his stomach from its presence. That was the look that promised bad things in remarkably fun ways and he’d never even though the General was capable of that type of thing.
“He would like to join in?” The words were a purr, Kenobi’s eyes sparkling delightedly, and Rex felt another strange mix of unease, need and panic all mix up together in his stomach like the galaxy’s most complicated cocktail.
Oh crap. Well, it wasn’t that the answer was no, it was an interesting prospect, but any previous thoughts he’d had normally kept the lightsaber switched off.
“Cody-,” Rex warned desperately but Cody’s smug expression hadn’t changed and for kriff’s sake-
“We can discuss this when we’re in the room, perhaps?” Cody added smoothly, and damned right they were going to discuss it in the room, discuss it with a soft growl and a plea not to get him into stuff they couldn’t get out of because Rex’s sudden sense of conflict was confusing the hell out of him and-
“Now that is a plan I can get behind. Come along, Cody,” Kenobi gently but firmly took hold of Cody’s hand and tugged him toward the door like an errant schoolboy. “Rex, would you like to lead the way?”
That was a very, very good question and he didn’t know he had an answer to it. Still, what option did they have? Rex tilted his head, aimed another sharp look at Cody and then headed toward the door with the intention of taking them back to his room which was one of the few damned places he actually knew on this planet.
“And you’re right, Cody,” came Kenobi’s cheerful comment from somewhere behind him as he passed. “He does have a lovely backside,”
It took more than a small amount of willpower not to stop dead in the hallway but Rex pushed on and tried not to think about that comment too much. That was unsurprisingly hard. Personal comments from generals were important to note. The fact that they’d apparently been talking about him outside of the bar was even more important to note, as was the subject matter. The weight of gazes on the back of his neck were heavy as he strode forward and tried to relax his said ‘lovely backside’ from the tension it was currently feeling.
His lovely backside refused to relax. Rex wasn’t sure he blamed it.
Thankfully the room wasn’t too far away. Having opened the door, Rex stood back to let the suspiciously cheerful Jedi step into the room before poking at Cody in the side as he passed. Sadly the armour stopped much of the impact but at times like these it was the thought that counted.
“Nice backside?!” he hissed. Cody looked faintly surprised.
“It’s not inaccurate,”
Well, good, but that was not the point.
“And when were you talking about how nice my ass was?!” Rex glared at him but Cody had been impervious to hard stares from him for a long time now and apparently that trend wasn’t planning to stop. However, before he could respond - and Rex was going to get him to respond even if it meant kicking him in the leg hard - there was a sound of falling items and minor chaos and Kenobi emerged from the bathroom bearing a few items that he was looking at with all the cheerful intensity of the mostly drunk.
Rex caught sight of the bottle and felt his innards freeze up. Oh, kriffing hell-
“That’s a really big bottle of lube, Rex,” Cody said, conversationally. Rex fixed him with a glare that could melt statues.
“Don’t you start, I’m still angry with you,”
“For complimenting your bottom?” Cody raised an eyebrow as though that sentence had any sanity in it whatsoever.
“Yes! I mean no! I mean-,”
Not that they had time for that conversation as Kenobi wandered to sit on the bed and promptly fell off, the bottle of lube rolling lazily across the floor as both clones moved to grab hold of their errant charge and hoist him back to the safety of the bed. For a smaller man, Kenobi was significantly heavier than he looked and Rex was beginning to doubt the wisdom of what had seemed to be a particularly cunning plan.
“He’s not sober enough for this,” Rex hissed toward Cody again as the Jedi continued to look happily around the room as though he was in some type of decorative cavern rather than the bare standard quarters that Rex preferred.
“If we keep him to the bed then he might just fall asleep,” Cody whispered back.
“And how do you suggest we do that? Glue? Rope? Wait, no-”
“You are both so very pretty,” Kenobi beamed, leaning enough of his weight onto Cody that his brother had to prop himself up more to avoid them both ending up on the floor again. Fingertips trailed across Cody’s cheekbone in wonder and Rex relished the red flush of embarrassment and hard look that his brother aimed at him for grinning.
“Thank you, sir,” Cody replied solemnly and then immediately hissed to Rex. “Stop messing around!”
“How the kriffing hell am I getting the blame for your errant partner?!” And like hell he was going to stop enjoying himself now that Cody was the one getting the treatment. Cody gritted his teeth and Rex watched, amused, as the man clearly counted slowly to ten in his mind.
“Okay. I apologise,” said Cody in the most non-apologetic tone this side of the galaxy. “Now, Captain, could you help please,”
Well, since he asked so nicely.
“Sure. You want me to grab hold of him?”
“So very, very pretty,” Kenobi was still fascinated with Cody’s face, wriggling a little more in the Commander’s lap to get a better look. Cody gathered his strength and his willpower and shot Rex the type of look that normally promised disembowelment.
“The plan, remember. Just strip,”
Suddenly the cunning plan suffered a hitch, as did his amusement. Rex’s eyes widened for a moment before glancing at Kenobi and then, again, back at Cody. Well, okay, the plan had generally called for encouragement in some way and the whole erotic tease was technically his idea but .. well.. Why was it always him first when it came to crazy shit?
Another look from Cody and at least this one didn’t look amused or teasing, just the standard stern ‘do as you’re told’ expression that Rex had known for so long now. Rex sighed inwardly. Okay, okay, fine. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t done similar things in the past and nudity had never been an issue in Kamino when essentially everyone looked the same, and yet right here and now he felt he’d been dipped in a tempting sauce and then dangled to the rancors.
Cody was going to make this up to him, he swore it.
He glanced again at the pair on the bed and felt another traitorous shiver dance down his spine and whisper to his groin. Rex closed his eyes despairingly.
Oh yeah, he was fucked in more ways than one.
It didn’t take more than a few moments before items were unfastened and carefully placed to one side as Rex tried to pretend this was all Perfectly Normal and he wasn’t on full display right at this point. What was worse was the faintly prickling feeling that was growing across his body as more and more skin was exposed to the cooler air, not from temperature but from the strange pleasure of feeling their gazes on him, and if that wasn’t embarrassing then he wasn’t sure what was. Rex definitely wasn’t sure whether his cock was going to behave itself like the responsible, non aroused thing it was supposed to be, and the more he focused on it, the worse it seemed to get.
Kriffing hell, shoot him now.
Finally the last of his clothing was off and Rex stood with his arms crossed, feeling ridiculously exposed and not entirely sure what to make of the expressions turned to him. That was either really good or really bad, and Rex had a strange urge to cover himself up under such scrutiny.
How crazy. He knew he looked basically just like Cody under the armour, their varying scars and marks highlighting their own personal battles, but it almost felt like he was being judged.
Lovely backside, remember? At least Kenobi would be appreciative. Right?
“Uh, this was what you wanted, right?” he said a little desperately. Kenobi raised his gaze and then smiled at him so adorably sweetly that Rex almost smiled back before he forced himself to remember he was a Captain and Captains did not smile like that. Still, there was something in an utterly relaxed, utterly delighted Obi-Wan that teased it out. At least the General was having a good time, and apparently an even better time now he was stripped and waiting for inspection.
“Oh yes, that is wonderful,”
Wonderful. He’d never had a Jedi call him wonderful at any stage of his life. Or in fact, anyone call him wonderful at any stage of his life, and Rex blinked as he struggled to know what to do with that clearly genuine compliment of wonderfulness.
“Um,” he said, which seemed like the best way to start that response. “Well. Yes. Good. Cody, you want to .. y’know…,”
Thankfully Cody didn’t feel the need to either add to the wonderfulness or mock him for it, and for that he got a little gold star. Instead the Commander leaned across to place a small kiss on Kenobi’s cheek as Cody gently and sneakily shuffled his general further back onto the bed, before immediately standing and undressing with such brisk speed that Rex wondered briefly whether he’d trained for it.
Wondering had to be placed to one side as Cody achieved nakedness - and never a bad sight either, a lovely mixture of strength and scar and smoothness - and crawled onto the bed to curl up closer with Kenobi. It was actually quite cute, a small affectionate nuzzle and a soft gentle kiss to Kenobi’s cheek again before Cody aimed a quick glance and a small gesture in Rex’s direction and Rex suddenly remembered the rest of the plan in between the increasing waves of heat that was slowly building between his legs. Oh yeah.
“Did you want to get comfortable, sir,” Cody turned his attention back to his General, and based on the speed that Kenobi managed to get naked, apparently the answer was yes.
Cody paused, another flush creeping to his cheeks that had nothing to do with embarrassment and another throb of need set up home in Rex at the hungry expression in his eyes. Who’d have thought the contrast between the straight laced Commander and this creature, Cody’s eyes somehow darker and more predatory in the light
“Yeah, that works,” Cody said finally, a soft purr in the room.
And now Rex wasn’t sure where to look. Kenobi was all but sprawled out in front of him, leaning against the strength of Cody’s chest and looking up at him happily as Cody nuzzled him and pressed kisses across his neck. Nothing was left to the imagination; the general’s thighs were relaxed and spread wide, and Rex tried to be a good boy and ignore the very proud and eager erection that was already shining in the dim light. It seemed improper to stare at him - at them - and yet it was like an unshakeable force that made him watch.
Well, he’d never really been much of a good boy at any stage of his life. It seemed silly to start now.
They’d already readjusted their position, Cody gently lowering them down further onto the mattress as the pair began to kiss again with the slow deliberate movement of men very used to each other’s bodies. Rex watched that wistfully before grabbing hold of his senses and wondering briefly whether it might be an idea for him to sneak out while they were busy. That was, of course, before his hand was seized by Kenobi and Rex was almost pulled onto his lap.
He didn’t squeak, he was sure he didn’t squeak, but kriff it was close. Captains didn’t squeak. He was fairly certain there was protocol on the matter.
“You,” said Kenobi, and his voice was that warm happiness that made Rex’s stomach flutter in such a traitorously pleasurable way. “are very pretty,”
The softest of touches down his face as though marvelling at him, and Rex hated the fact he flushed. Okay, perhaps Cody wasn’t going to get teased mercilessly when they were alone.
“Uh, thank you, sir. And-,”
The word froze in his throat as the hand moved from his cheek down his chest and across his stomach and every muscle in Rex’s body seemed to stiffen as his lower body began to throb inconsolably. Had to be good, had to be good, they were there to keep the General quiet and nice and safe and no one got hurt and kriffing hell he was already so very hard and that was not helping.
Rex felt the flush deepen and scowled at Cody who smirked at him. Well, at least he wasn’t going to get punched in the face for messing around with another brother’s general.
“Um,” said Rex. Not the best speech in the world but it could have been worse.
“And what should I do with both of you?” Their general was apparently unaffected by the lack of words, and Rex wondered briefly how the force worked in situations like this. Were they just an open book of emotions, no matter how stoic their expressions, or did Kenobi have to switch it on?
Cody was less curious. Leaning across, he began to kiss his way across Kenobi’s chest as he gently but firmly pushed him down onto the mattress again.
“Perhaps you let us worry about that, sir,” he said smoothly. “It is our duty to serve,”
“Laying it on thick, I see, sir,” Rex hissed across to him.
“Shhh,” Another stern look was aimed in his direction which Rex promptly ignored before Cody dipped his head to continue his slow, loving kisses over his lover’s skin, his hands tracing over the General’s already trembling body. Another look across at Rex, eyebrows raised to indicate he should be doing the same, and that was horrifyingly good with him. Kriff knew he was probably going to regret this in the morning but Rex felt a stab of longing in his core as they gently manhandled Kenobi to lie on his side, Cody caressing in the front and Rex working at the rear, and Rex wasn’t sure who was trembling the most out of them.
Still, he had a job to do. His touch was uncertain and a little stiff to begin with, feeling somehow traitorous or perverted for touching a Jedi General in such a way, but Kenobi’s soft purrs of pleasure and leisurely stretching against him whittled away those insecurities as Rex tackled it as best he could. Deep massages he could deal with, and his fingers stroked, kneaded, lingered and smoothed over warm skin and fuck, that was a beautiful groan and he could feel Kenobi tremble and respond under their touch and Rex fought back his own whine as the general pressed his bottom back against Rex’s painfully hard erection.
Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep…
Rex pressed his forehead against Kenobi’s warm back and groaned softly. That was it, Cody could sort out his own relationship problems in the future. This was torture. Sticky, beautiful, perverted torture.
At least the man had calmed down. Kenobi’s ass might be pressing against Rex’s disobedient crotch and he’d pulled Cody into another deep and loving kiss, but there was a lazier and lazier pleased shudder every time Cody touched him and Rex thought they might just do it when there was a soft growl and a loud smack landed on what was presumably Cody’s ass. Rex blinked.
Cody flushed in embarrassment and scowled at Rex that he hadn’t seen anything and wouldn’t remember anything if he knew what was good for him.
Yeah, that was going to be hard. The smile was so hard to fight down and it was only the threat of bloody murder that Rex managed it. Thankfully the general didn’t seem to notice the silent conversation between the two, simply reaching up to stroke Cody’s face in clear and unabashed delight.
“I want to do things,” Kenobi announced to the room at large, his voice still sweet and remarkably innocent considering everything involved. “Can I do things? Things would be good,”
Jedi and their ridiculous amounts of stamina.
“Define ‘things’?” Rex hissed toward Cody in the hope that Kenobi was still transfixed by his lover’s image.
“Do you think it’s likely to be table tennis?” Cody hissed back.
“Really want to risk that tone when I can just walk out the door, Cody?”
“Are you sure you’re going to be walking rather than staggering based on those groans you’ve been giving for the past fifteen minutes, Rex?”
Rex tried not to look embarrassed. “Not the point!”
“Is it not?” The eyebrow raise was mocking right up to the point where Kenobi started tracing his fingertips over Cody’s chest in almost decorative swirls. There was another twitch as fingers played over nipples and Rex was treated with the almost adorable image of Cody biting his lip not to do anything.
How idiotic. The only one not being tormented by the lack of action was currently the subject of said action, still delighted by touch and exploration and other delicate things that clearly appealed to Jedi rather than the usually business driven viewpoints of a sexually charged clone.
And it did beg the question of why they were tormenting themselves this much when they could just .. well, take Kenobi up on his offer.
“Are we doing things?” Rex queried in a soft hiss toward Cody and they stared at each other over Kenobi’s shoulder at that query. Cody licked his bottom lip carefully, clearly weighing it in his mind, and another hard throb hit Rex’s lower half as Kenobi wriggled against him accidentally.
Please. Please let them be doing things. And yet he worried; there were a whole lot of things clones were never supposed to do and he was pretty damned sure this would have been higher in the protocol manual if the Kaminoans had thought about it.
“And is he sane enough for this?” Rex whispered. Kenobi seemed pretty damned clear about what he wanted but Rex hadn’t really had the problem of Obi Wan attempting to put his tongue in his ear when they’d met in the past.
“He does like you,” Cody seemed more confident on that part. “Talked about it in the past,”
“As in a ‘things’ way,” Rex clarified.
“Yes,”
“Oh,” Rex wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or terrified.
“I still want to do things,” Kenobi added happily and circled his hips lazily in a manner that really ought to be illegal. Rex bit his lip and tried to count backwards in his mind. That failed to distract him enough.
“Is he normally this enthusiastic when you two have sex?” Rex said desperately.
“Restricted information,” Cody replied.
“Really? You’re really playing that card when you’re-,”
And then shit really hit the fan, although thankfully that was metaphorical. A small movement and Kenobi had managed to turn himself enough to reach for Rex’s cock, stroking happily and confidently with a little twist at the tip and causing the entirety of Rex’s insides to bubble in goo as Rex’s breath broke into a soft, begging whimper. His dazed mind barely registered Kenobi as he turned further, hand still working and his mouth, oh his mouth, Rex wasn’t sure what to think or do or feel as the gentle kiss pressed against his lips and he slowly melted as his hips instinctively ground into the Jedi’s hand.
Had to calm down, had to calm down, had to calm down-
Another couple of light feather kisses before Kenobi nuzzled into Rex’s neck, humming softly and sending the vibration shooting through every nerve Rex possessed.
Wasn’t calming down, really wasn’t calming down, and his body felt almost painfully hot and anxious until Kenobi nuzzled him gently again.
“Breathe a little more, that’s it, good boy,” his voice was soft and welcoming and pleased and gentle and Rex focused on it more as he tried to grab hold of his own control. “Are you happy, Rex?”
Was he happy? Now that was a question. Frustrated, sure. Needy, definitely. Paranoid, 100%. But it was good and it tugged at him in multiple ways and he merely made a soft, weak squeaky grunt in answer, because he was happy in his usual way and he really, really wanted the whole thing to continue.
Please, for kriff sake, continue.
“Turn over for me,” Kenobi breathed softly, and Rex’s eyes widened at the implications of that just as his groin throbbed hard enough that his ass shivered. Kenobi wanted to fuck him? Was that.. Did he.. Would Cody..?
“Don’t you want to .. uh.. do this with Cody?” Didn’t want to do anything if it made Cody upset, but there was a soft welcoming smile from Kenobi and Cody had a hungry look on his face that didn’t suggest he was upset and Rex felt like he’d just been served up on a plate.
“Oh, don’t worry,” the general said, cheerfully. “I will be,”
Bad idea, such a bad idea, such a bad idea. But then how many of those had he gone along with in the past with Anakin? And he really wanted to try this one, even if he would never, ever admit that in words to anyone. Anyone.
Not that words were particularly needed as Rex rolled over and fought the need to grind his cock into the mattress as he propped himself up on his elbows. Kenobi’s mouth nibbled at his neck and his hands caressed his shoulders as the jedi straddled his thighs confidently and Rex’s eyes closed as he told himself firmly not to embarrass himself.
It was going to need more emphasis as slick fingers began to slide over the crack of his apparently super sensitive ass, and when had they reclaimed the lube?! Kriffing Cody, he was going to kill him, and Rex bit back a groan as fingers burrowed a little deeper.
Fuck, fuck, fuck-
He’d instinctively lifted his hips to help, his legs widening as much they could under the circumstances as the fingers slowly began to push inside him and for a drunken Jedi he was doing pretty damned good. Rex was determinedly not looking anywhere near Cody as fingers started to slip in and out of him, twisting every so often and Rex fighting back a groan as he felt his muscles stretch. Good, so good, hadn’t had this in far too long, and somewhere in the background he was aware of soothing murmurings as fingers continued to thrust.
“Want me to continue?” Kenobi’s deceptively sweet and level voice, perfectly at ease with the situation despite Rex falling to kriffing pieces in front of him, and there was an answer to that but it was definitely not something you said to a general and Rex inserted a broken ‘uh-huh’ into it instead.
Apparently falling to pieces had several stages to go and Rex bit his lip hard as he felt movement and then the heat and size of presumably Kenobi’s cock rest against his eager, super sensitive hole like an imperial vessel prowling around a vulnerable planet. His back arched as cold wet liquid was added - probably his own lube again, but it wasn’t as though he was going to run out any time soon and he wasn’t about to open his eyes to find out - and then suddenly .. well, nothing happened.
He waited a little longer but still nothing happened and he wanted to cry.
What were they doing?! Definitely not him, and that was a serious issue. Rex whined pointedly, and then when that hint wasn’t taken, he decided to take matters into his own hands. Kenobi was already positioned, the blunt head of his cock resting against his eager entrance, and it took only a small amount of effort to slowly push back onto him-
His body had barely begun to open up before hands grasped his hips to keep him still, and Rex almost cried out in desperation.
Bastards!
“Demanding, isn’t he?” Kenobi sounded amused and slightly bewildered.
“That’s one word for him,” Cody was breathless for reasons Rex didn’t understand and didn’t want to understand and come on!!
“Are we doing this or not?!” Rex protested irritably and sulkily over his shoulder, trying to keep the pleading out and failing miserably.
“Well, it seems only polite,” the General mused, and kriffing Jedi willpower, this was insane, this was really insane and-
-and suddenly Kenobi was pushing in and Rex bit back another whimper, this one desperate, as the ring of muscle fought against the thick invader despite him relaxing everything he had. So good, so big, so .. so.. there, and Rex’s eyes closed again as he whined through the breach. Kenobi stopped and that wasn’t happening, not a chance, and Rex immediately pushed back onto him firmly, desperately, hard and needy and aching, and the pleasure-ache shooting through his body was so perfect. He felt rather than heard the soft vibrating chuckle through his daze, and Rex was about to snarl something back when his hips were caught and suddenly Kenobi was setting a punishing pace as he began to move.
Rex’s head fell forward and his eyes fluttered closed as the General continued his exploratory attack.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It had started hard and slow at first, thick and demanding and claiming him in ways that really weren’t standard protocol, swiftly progressing to hard and fast that blurred any thoughts he might have into one mental mess only able to focus on one thing. So good. So messy. So …argh.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, only that wasn’t a thought safe in his head but verbalised and Rex almost screamed as the hard length paused again at his accidental words. No!!
“Cody, you know Rex best. Was that ‘fuck fuck fuck’ a request or a plea?”
There was a soft snort. “It’ll be whatever the most obstinate option is, sir,”
“Since when is this debating club?!” Rex complained and shoved back hard, almost yelping as he took in too much of Kenobi’s cock in one movement and feeling he’d near kebabed himself.
“I’m taking that as ‘please continue’,” Kenobi advised cheerfully as though he had all kriffing day.
This was feeling more and more like a set-up and Rex would have turned his head and glared at both of them, Jedi general or no, only for Kenobi to find new strength and power.
Rex’s thighs were pushed apart even wider, splitting him open and Rex biting down on his already abused lip yet again as Kenobi railed into him hard, over and over again, their breathing synchronised with each hard thrust landing. The world around him blurred, Rex only able to focus on the hard length that seemed to fill all available space within him, and then suddenly it all stopped. Desperately trying to recover his breathing and his mind, Rex raised his head uncertainly to see what the hell had just happened.
Not that he had much time for review. His hip was seized and he didn’t fight the roll onto his back, his knees forced up and out and Rex wasn’t sure where to look given the extremely dedicated expression on Kenobi’s face as he lined himself up again and thrust back in and Rex tipped his head back in a silent gasp as the hard length easily shoved back into him seemingly to his very core.
The world returned to a blur as the next few thrusts pounded into him, so damned hard and deep it felt like they were revenge for something but that was all fine with Rex, he could be punished as hard and as fast as the man wanted as long as it continued, and he had to cling to the bedding to stop himself being shoved backwards and then -
-and then suddenly things stopped again with Kenobi still buried deep inside him but he was shaking badly and a panting and shivering Rex opened an eye in confusion only to witness Cody bite and suck hungrily at Kenobi’s neck as his body lined up with his general’s back and there was the softest of ‘uh…!’s as Cody clearly and slowly began to breach him. Rex risked a look. The dazed, almost distant look in Kenobi’s eyes, his mouth opened slightly in sensation as a shudder ran through his body contrasting with the look of extreme determination in Cody’s that was so intense it looked like he wanted to rip him to pieces.
“Holy fuck…,” breathed Rex, which seemed a fair thing to comment on.
From that point on it was almost a matter of logistics. Kenobi took the lead, pushing back onto Cody’s length before sinking into Rex, over and over again until Rex was seeing stars once more. That was good, so good, Kenobi almost knowing exactly where and when to move into him and before long Rex was whimpering and trembling with sensation.
He wasn’t the only one. One more deep thrust pushed the general into his climax, freezing for a moment before shuddering through his release as Cody grunted and tried desperately not to follow him as tight body gripped his cock.
Not that Cody had much of a chance. Sure, his brother was excellent at control and patience - well, sometimes - but that was business and this was pleasure, and Kenobi lifted his head with a tired, sleepy grin and the soft chuckle was enough to push him well over the edge.
And then they were both done, sweaty and finished, and there was him still desperate and aching with Jedi come slowly oozing out of him. Rex’s hand curled in the blanket as he tried not to whine his need, but silence was hard to come by and he was suddenly aware of both sets of eyes turning to him thoughtfully.
“Mmm,” Kenobi’s eyes sparkled merrily as Cody’s arm slipped around his waist to pull him closer. “I think he needs a little something,”
A little something? He needed a lot of something and needed it now, but Rex bit his tongue and merely made a small whined noise of agreement. He could stroke himself but somehow that felt rude, and his hand curled even harder into the blanket as though it had personally insulted him as he fought down the ache between his legs that was so damned desperate for .. well, anything.
“S’okay, sir,” Cody murmured, pausing to press a light kiss to Kenobi’s neck despite his gaze never moving from Rex. “I’ll sort him out,”
Well, that was comforting. Rex’s hand clenched harder as Cody gently shooed his lover to sit against the headboard, all but tucking him in by the pillows before slowly prowling back again.
Rex watched him come. Moving like that gave him the appearance of a toothy predator after an easy kill, and who knew that would be so damned appealing. He tried to wriggle upwards but Cody gently but firmly planted his hand in the middle of Rex’s chest to push him back down again, their eyes meeting as Cody offered him a small smile.
“Well,” he said. “Pretty sure I owe you for the help,”
The breath caught in his throat at the implication. Yeah, he did, he really did, and Rex would have said so many things if his voice was working and his body wasn’t trembling under the warmth of Cody’s touch, and he watched almost helplessly as Cody settled between his legs and grinned wolfishly up at him.
But his tongue, oh his tongue, and the breath escaped in a soft ‘ngh!’ as Cody lazily began to lap against the weeping agony of his cockhead and the tip of his tongue ran delicately around the rim to tease out every single damned pleasure and oh kriffing hell he was going to melt in a damned puddle.
His hand was back on the blanket in an attempt to claw it to pieces, but he barely noticed as lick turned to suckle that turned to taking him deep into Cody’s mouth. A warm flush of pleasure swept over him as Cody began to work, a talented expert in his field - and that was a damned surprise - Rex’s head tipping back helplessly as the flush of pleasure swirled over him in so many damned ways.
“...fuck…,” his voice croaked out a word but Cody merely increased the speed, his head bobbing as he took him as deep as he could. Couldn’t last long with this, shuddering and shivering with each lick and suckle, and Rex’s hand found its way from bedding to slide through Cody’s short hair as he gasped and moaned and growled his way toward a very necessary orgasm.
Closer.. closer...
To give credit where credit was due, Cody didn’t flinch as the hot seed shuddered over his tongue, nor budged when Rex flopped back down on the bed breathlessly. So good, so very good, and Rex struggled to pull himself together as the residual shudders worked their way through his system and his eyes refused to open in their exhaustion. There was a weight to his muscles he couldn’t fight, and Rex would have turned over and snuggled if there was anyone close to snuggle.
A soft laugh and Rex whined again as that warm wet tongue circled the tip of his cock to clean him fully as he fought for control over his body.
“Satisfied?” Cody’s purr was soft but smug, and if his mind wasn’t leaking out of his ears then Rex probably would have scowled at him. As it was, he simply gave a small huff of a laugh and admitted defeat as he flopped back onto the mattress and looked up at him lazily.
“Can’t complain,”
“And yet you do on a regular basis,”
“I thought we’d established I’m a traditionalist,” Rex pushed himself up to a sitting position before drawing Cody into a cautious kiss that grew deeper almost immediately as tongue politely but firmly invaded his mouth. Not that he was complaining. Cody was Cody, couldn’t just take a back seat, and Rex’s hand slid through his hair as he drew him closer.
Breaking off with a soft gasp, the faintest of tingles in his lips that he wasn’t even sure was real, Rex was about to ask about their watcher when he caught sight of him over Cody’s shoulder and hesitated.
“Um,” he murmured into Cody’s ear. “Is he asleep?”
Certainly looked that way. The general was almost curled up against the headboard, clearly having been watching enthusiastically before his eyelids had refused to cooperate. Still, he’d had enough fun and games in the past with Anakin to know that assumptions and Jedi didn’t mix well.
Cody glanced back at his lover and the gentle smile was so sweet that Rex barely paid attention to the words that followed.
“Orgasms take a lot out of him,”
“Jedi thing?”
“Kenobi thing, I would imagine. Sex allows him to switch his mind off, and since his mind can get particularly busy it’s a good thing,” Cody’s hand slid up Rex’s arm and the touch sent tingling sensation skittering through his body. “Can’t see you desperate to do a full circuit training right at this point either, incidentally,”
“Yeah, well,” Okay, so he might have a point, but he could ignore that part for something more pleasant. Cody’s hand was still on his skin and he was surprised about how good that felt. Looking up, he found Cody watching him thoughtfully. “.. what?”
“Nothing,”
“That’s not your ‘nothing’ look. That’s your ‘something’ look,” And normally something a little crazy, because somewhere along the lines Cody had managed to get himself labelled the responsible one despite the fact that half his ideas were more crazy than Anakin’s.
“That was a very big bottle of lube, Rex,”
Wasn’t sure he liked where this was going. “...mmm?”
“I’m curious about why you have it,”
“I bet you are,” Rex gently rested the palm of his hand against Cody’s strong chest and watched how it rose and fell with his breathing for a moment. Yeah, he knew the actual question being asked, and he chewed on his lip for a bit before answering. “So I have some fun on shore leave every so often. Nothing strange there,”
“True,” Cody watched him. “Anyone in particular?”
“Nosy, aren’t you?”
“Definitely. Are you going to answer?”
Another good question and Rex studied the hand for a moment longer before sighing and letting it fall away. “Depends what’s going on. There’s a bar nearby that’s clone friendly. Might be some of the boys, if they’re feeling frisky. So no, not really. Not like you. How long has that been going on for?”
Cody shrugged, unconcerned. “A while,”
“And what does that mean?”
“You need me to provide a dictionary definition? Longer than a couple of weeks, shorter than when we’d just met. A while. Happened after a bad incident and he needed comfort,” Cody’s eyes went briefly distant for a moment, before he sighed. “We both needed comfort. Worked well and kept working well,”
Rex thought about that for a moment. “You always on top?”
“That’s a whole new definition of nosy,” Cody frowned at him. “Does it matter?”
Rex shrugged. Technically not, but for reasons he couldn’t entirely placed his finger on, he wanted to know. Noting the stubbornness in front of him, Cody sighed and rolled his eyes briefly before offering a small smile back.
“Not always. Depends what mood we’re in,” Cody paused. “The general can be quite forthright when he wants to be,”
He would have asked what that meant but Rex was pretty damned sure he understood. Kenobi had a particular voice he used whenever he was feeling forthright, and a traitorous shiver worked its way down his spine at the thought of that particular voice being aimed his way during sex.
“You have a preference, since we’re delving?”
“I’m flexible,”
“Mm. Useful,”
Another shiver across his shoulders, this one of nervous anticipation. “Is it?”
Oh, there were so many words and none of them were generally what they actually needed to say. Rex opened his mouth, hesitated, and then looked across at the sleeping Kenobi who had slumped further. The lightest of snore-breaths drifted across to them.
Cody followed his gaze, watching for a moment before speaking.
“He’s definitely been interested in you,” his voice was mild but Rex could hear the implications as though Cody was shouting them. “For a while now. He’s tried to hide it, I think to avoid insulting me or making me nervous or whatever, but I know him well enough by now to know when he’s not showing enough emotion. It’s like your general. If he’s fully in control then he’s up to something, and whatever comes out of his mouth is probably not the full truth. Respectfully,”
“Yeah, Anakin can be a pain in the ass,” Rex said, still watching Kenobi.
“I’m half surprised you’re not sleeping with him, but my own situation might be influencing that,”
Another small hesitation but if they were baring souls then one more cut wasn’t going to make a difference. “It’s been close. Normally wrong place, wrong time. So, what aren’t you saying that you really want to?”
A small huff of laughter and Cody caught Rex’s chin to gently bring his mouth into another gentle kiss that tasted of Cody and his own seed and a few other things that he couldn’t describe but had a real urge to chase.
“I guess I’m wondering whether you want to make this more regular,”
Even the best kiss in the damned galaxy had to hesitate at that. “... regular? As in..,”
“As in more than once. To be repeated. You get the drift,”
“Yeah, yeah, I know what the damned word means,” Rex pulled away slightly to scan his brother’s eyes suspiciously, half expecting a particularly weird joke. But this was Cody. Cody didn’t do that type of joke, hell, he wasn’t sure whether Cody even knew what that type of joke was. “That a genuine offer?”
The smallest eyebrow twitches to state ‘well, obviously’, and Rex had a moment of mild panic. Kenobi all caught up in an evening was one thing. Kenobi all stern and knowing and Jedi Master was .. well..
A small heartbeat in his groin that he forced down again.
“Would he want to?” Rex asked, almost helplessly.
“Yes. But that can be confirmed when he wakes up,” Cody eyed him. “That a yes?”
“But .. but he’s your partner,” Rex felt even more helpless.
“And he’ll remain my partner, just a slightly kinkier one,” Cody replied gently. “You don’t need to promise the world, Rex. Just treat it as play at the start and we’ll see where it goes. If,” he added, and an element of sterness had crept in as though Rex was planning to misbehave in their own damned relationship. “If you want to,”
“Of course if I want to, I’m not going to fuck the pair of you just out of some weird type of loyalty,” Rex snorted back.
“Yeah? Think back about tonight,” Cody replied mildly. “And you’ve done crazier things, but it’s good to know,”
Rex scowled but images in his head had been swirling since Cody started to expand on the topic and confused emotions curled in his stomach.
His ‘This Isn’t A Good Idea’ alarm seemed to be loud in his head but Rex realised that said alarm wasn’t concerned about the concept itself, just whether they’d be caught or looked at strangely or have Anakin find out and he’d hear about it for years.
Was it a good idea? Probably not. Did he want to do it? Yes.
His gaze moved back doubtfully toward the sleeping Kenobi again, innocent and strangely young looking now he was curled up in rest. A Jedi General. Pretty damned sure that the protocols spoke about professional behaviours around senior officers. But then protocols existed as a general guideline to keep shinies alive in their first few weeks before everyone worked out how to adapt them to something a little more suitable.
Yeah, he wanted to do it. He could feel it in his gut, just as he could whenever there was some crazy assignment to go on. The prickling need almost made him want to move and he turned his gaze back to his brother again. He couldn’t deny that he’d not thought about making a move before but the timings weren’t right and anyway Cody avoided the night bars. Certain conversations needed a particular situation, and that situation wasn’t around some type of holomap discussing tactics.
Cody’s eyes softened.
“Don’t give an answer yet, you need to sleep on it. You want to stay with us tonight?”
“Yeah, I ..,” Realisation hit him. “Wait a minute, it’s my damned bed!!”
Cody’s small smug smile answered that one. Rex sighed. Two minutes in and he was already wanting to strangle him and yet that merely made things more interesting.
Dammit. He was going to regret this.
Possibly.
END
