#codywankissbingo2022

[sissiarte]

BINGOOOO!!!!!! This little comic gives me two fills: forehead kiss and sweet kiss.

I MADE IT! And in my usual fashion, barely on the last day jhasjkkd. It has been so much fun to play, I feel like it helped me improve and experiment a lot and it even made me go back to writing!!! So thank you so much @codywankissbingo​ for creating such an amazing event, for being awesome mods, and for always leaving such nice coments on my art and writing it means a lot <3

The event ends today, but my codywan kisses certainly do not, I will definetly continue (with a little bit more leisure) doing some more fills with prompts I liked! And of course, you can look forward for the little fictlet that will acompany this piece.

As always, please click on the image for better quality and my card under the cut :)

(commissions are open!)

[ilum-you-so-much]

@codywankissbingo prompt "Kiss in the rain" I swapped to replace "Goodbye kiss" because I started two a bit too big works for that one, and I think Kamino makes kissing in the rain very easy.

That's the most anemic Kaminoan city there can be but perhaps the rest of the buildings sank from seeing Cody and Obi-Wan

K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

I'll post the (this time for real) last filled prompt tomorrow! As always, bingo card under the cut!

[glimmerglanger]

from your lips

REMINDER: final week of @codywankissbingo starts in only a few days! To commemorate, I'm posting what I think'll be my last fic for the event, which I wrote for the "blowing a kiss" prompt.

Set during the Clone Wars, feat: head injuries and a discovery of flirting. Fic and card below!

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Obi-Wan had more experience than he liked to think about with head injuries. 

The last one - sustained when Ventress tried to drop half a mountain on him - had left the world spinning a bit unsteadily and his ears ringing. He felt aware enough to realize he was…off but they hardly had the time in the middle of a battle for him to visit the medics to have them tell him what he already knew.

Instead, he simply kept going through the fray, attempting to hold onto his concentration as best he could. Time slipped and slid away, full of the noise of blasterfire and the stink of singed circuitry, until he ended up, in a moment of quiet on the battlefield, looking across a sea of destroyed droid bodies at Cody. 

He was…beating one of the droids to pieces with its own arm.

Obi-Wan stood, swaying on his feet, just watching with a warm feeling in his chest. 

Cody noticed, a breath later, glancing his way, armor splattered with oil and bearing a few new scratches. Obi-Wan grinned at him, feeling wobbly, and, because it seemed like a good idea with another wave of droids about to break over them both, raised two fingers to his lips.

He pressed a kiss to his gloved fingertips and, because it seemed the only thing to do, blew it towards Cody, who just--stood there, looking confused, until the droids came down on them again. 

And, by the time the battle had ended, Obi-Wan had forgotten about the entire event. 

Probably something to do with the concussion the medics insisted that he had. 

#

Cody knew all the hand signals used officially by the GAR in the field. 

He’d learned many of the signals the Jedi used amongst themselves, and picked up more from the independent fighters on worlds like Ryloth. He had what he personally considered to be a broad and comprehensive knowledge base, important in a war where - sometimes - they simply couldn’t speak to convey a plan.

And yet, he had absolutely no idea what his General had tried to tell him earlier on the battlefield.

He knew, well enough, that Obi-Wan had fought in wars before, so perhaps the sign - the press of fingers to lips and then the odd blowing motion - had come from one of them. Cody had no idea and it ate away at him, knowing that he’d missed communication across the field of battle, that he had - quite likely - made things harder or cost men their lives. 

He pressed his lips together, thinking about that, as he went hunting for his General through the halls. They needed to discuss the sign he’d used and any others that he might decide to throw out, so Cody could be prepared, next time.

In the end, he found Obi-Wan in his quarters with the lights dim and the smell of bacta still on his skin; he’d been to the medics already, then. Obi-Wan greeted him warmly enough, invited him in, and then stared at him - blankly - when Cody brought up the sign he’d used on the battlefield.

“I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan said, looking honestly puzzled, “what sign did I give you?” 

“This one,” Cody said, and recreated it as well as he could: lips to finger tips, hand titled forward, lips pursed, blow. 

Obi-Wan blinked at him and then, after a beat, a pink tinge spread all across his cheeks. “Ah,” he said, “yes. I recall now.” He leaned back, a little grin stretching across his mouth. “That’s, hm, not precisely a sign for anything, really. Nothing related to a fight, anyway.” 

Cody frowned and asked, because he knew well enough he was missing the context for many of the things nat-borns did, “What’s if for, then?” 

“It’s a flirty gesture,” Obi-Wan said, grin kicking up the corner of his mouth a little further as he tilted his head to the side. “Sorry to make you worry about it, Commander. I hit my head quite hard during the fight and must have simply been unable to think of a better way to communicate how impressed I was with your strategy on the field.” 

Cody knew about flirting, though he’d never attempted to engage in it. He’d never thought much about it.

Which did nothing to explain the slow spread of warmth through his gut as he thought about Obi-Wan--flirting with him across a battlefield. His thoughts spiraled in, tight, as he stood there, until an urge to better understand had him asking, “It implies sending--a kiss to another person?”

“Blowing it to them,” Obi-Wan said, eyes crinkling in the corners, “yes. From your lips to…well. Wherever, I suppose.”

Cody wondered what Obi-Wan’s destination had been, gaze dropping to Obi-Wan’s mouth for a moment before he managed to wrench back control of himself. 

“I see,” he said, looking into Obi-Wan’s bright eyes and imagining knowing what it had meant on the battlefield. It was only a small jump from there to imagining Obi-Wan’s actual lips on his skin and--

And that was something Cody had experience very carefully not thinking about. He cleared his throat and looked to the side. “Should we discuss our new orders?” he asked, tone carefully modulated, and let the moment slip away. 

[galateagalvanized]

Deluge

For the @codywankissbingo prompts ”kiss in the rain” and ”forehead kiss” 💕

So little changes on Kamino. The sky is a dark gray-purple bruise that never heals; the churn of the ocean never settles; and the rain, the constant, unending rain, drifts from dull mist to light patter and back again.

Obi-Wan stares at the gentle downpour and wishes for a real storm. 

He doesn’t know where he’s going. He has a general sense of direction and distance, and he follows that sense into the curtain of water waiting for him beyond the safety of the dockyard’s overhand. His boots slip on smooth metal, skidding and squealing before the rubber catches on infinitesimal imperfections. Rain begins to dampen his hood, pressing gravity deeper into the fibers until it hangs heavy from the bowed curve of his head.

Below his feet, the chrome surface blends into the choppy white-streaked gray below and the placid, black-streaked gray above. Everything is the same, and everything is the same as it always was. 

Small wonder that the Kaminoans took up cloning, really. 

A tug on his heart draws him upwards, and he turns his head like a flower to the sun, searching for a break in the clouds. The clouds are unending, but there is brightness. White glimmers in the distance like an errant limb of lightning struck the top of the observation dome and froze, ungrounded, in transit.

Obi-Wan’s boots slip twice more on the curving arc of the dome’s durasteel before he reaches the shallowest curve of the dome. There are no stairs. Maintenance droids come this way, but they have rocket thrusters and Obi-Wan does not. He climbs nonlinearly, sliding down half the distance he ascends with each step.

He cannot imagine making the journey in full armor instead of worn linen and supple leather.

Cody is sitting a careful ten feet from the apex of the large dome, far enough from the lightning rod to be within spitting distance of safety. His knees are drawn up to his chest, and his arms are wrapped around the bend of his legs like a child sitting up in bed, scared of the dark and holding the harsh hammer of their heart in their ribcage with exterior pressure alone.

Obi-Wan does not think it is the dark Cody is afraid of.

Cody does not look up when Obi-Wan sits next to him. His helmet is off, overturned, collecting falling water like the bucket Cody always says it is.

“My dear,” Obi-Wan says, carefully not pressing into Cody, carefully not pressing him at all. “My dear, I’m sorry, but it’s getting late.”

He left Cody alone for as long as he could, but three hours have passed with no change in the light pulsing weakly through the clouds and no sunburst of orange walking back through the doors.

Cody doesn’t move; his body sits like a gargoyle on this building designed by someone who would disdain the very idea of one, someone who did not believe in beauty beyond utility. Rain runs in rivulets down scuffed white plastoid, painting contours on graves and bracers and down the sharp L-shape of his jaw. His head is bent such that rainwater slips down the soft slide of his neck and through the pucker in the collar of his blacks where the elastic bunches.

He is beautiful; he is beautiful far beyond utility.

Obi-Wan doesn’t say anything else. Cody can and has survived worse than a night alone in the rain, but Obi-Wan would save him from further pain if he can.

Around them, the metal sings to an endless, steady beat. The sun may be setting; it may have already set. The dull, permeating light does not give anything away. Worry unfurls itself like a spider droid in Obi-Wan’s chest: growing, and growing claws.

“Sorry,” Cody chokes out at last, and Obi-Wan controls his relief to a single breath through his nose. “Sorry, I just. I. Obi-Wan.”

It’s enough. Obi-Wan reaches an arm around Cody’s shoulders and pulls him into the warm shelter of his body. The shelter is not physical; Obi-Wan’s robe only soak up the water sitting on the surface of Cody’s armor, and their heights are too similar for Obi-Wan to keep the rain off Cody’s face. 

Cody lets go of his legs and turns into Obi-Wan’s side anyways, letting himself seek comfort instead of solitude. The cuisses on his thighs are newly mismatched. An orange stripe curls over his left leg and is unmirrored on the right.

His old cuisse has been stripped and polished and boxed. The new one is half of a matched set; its twin is somewhere beneath them, keeping Boil from bruises as he stumbles, reeking of bad moonshine, to an empty, borrowed bunk. Beneath that bunk, twenty-six sets of empty armor and one set without its cuisses lie in neat boxes, waiting for new owners.

Kamino’s rains aren’t hard enough to wipe away Umbara’s scars.

Obi-Wan rocks Cody as best he can without unbalancing them. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, and he is, he’s so sorry, he’s so sorry for all of it—for Krell, for not being there, for failing to see the danger, for failing to end the war, for failing to stop the war from ever happening, for how Cody can’t crumble like this in front of his men, for how there is no moonshine to drown this sorrow in, not for the marshal commander of the Third Systems Army. 

He presses a kiss to the bit of Cody’s temple he can reach, just above the curl of his scar. “Oh, Cody, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Cody twists his face into the soft weave of Obi-Wan’s tunic, where the hood of his cloak has kept it mostly dry, and Obi-Wan feels a hot wetness start to soak into the fabric anyways.

“It just,” Cody says, voice hoarse with all the jagged words he’s kept hidden in his throat. “It just won’t stop raining.”

Obi-Wan pulls him closer despite the cold of Cody’s armor, despite the wind picking up.

“I’ll stay with you until it does,” he promises, and they sit there, curled together, as the rain falls softly on.

[hawkeykirsah]

Late Night Spar is my fourth fill for @codywankissbingo​2022 and this one is really my last one, I’m sure of it. Nothing spicy this time, just a late night spar and some softness. Post-war, no Order 66 au.

Kiss prompts used are: accidental kiss, spur of the moment kiss, first kiss, kiss on the nape of the neck, and kiss it better.

Words: ~800

Fic and card under the cut!

The training room was usually blissfully empty at this time of the night-cycle but when Cody stepped through the door he found himself more or less face to face with Obi-Wan. His breath caught in his throat, watching his general—former general, the war was over and they were in a strange limbo as part of the GAR and the service corps with Obi-Wan aboard in his function as Jedi master—running through a lightsaber kata, its glow illuminating the room more than the actual lights.

Cody no sooner stepped through the door when Obi-Wan turned toward him and extinguished his saber.

"Apologies, Cody. I wasn't aware you had planned on using this room," he said, pushing back that stray lock of hair, the hint of a smile on his face. Cody tracked the movement of his hand with his eyes, returning the smile.

"I hadn't exactly planned on it," Cody admitted sheepishly. The dream that had woken him was slowly fading but the tension remained.

"Ah," Obi-Wan remarked knowingly, making his way to one of the benches along the wall. "Would you rather be alone—"

Cody shook his head, "No, please, stay. I wouldn’t mind your company. " He paused, watching the movement of Obi-Wan’s throat as he drank. His heart beat faster in his chest than it should and he was fairly certain it had nothing to do with the nightmare anymore. "We could spar, if you want to.”

Obi-Wan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his smile widening, “I find myself amenable.” He set his lightsaber on the bench next to his canteen and stretched lightly.

“Oh, do you now?” Cody replied, an amused quirk on his lips, running through some preliminary stretches of his own. No need to risk a pulled muscle by not loosening up at least a little. Casting furtive glances at the other man, he finished his stretches and followed Obi-Wan to the center of the mat.

#

Spars between them always went either way because even without using the Force Obi-Wan was a scrappy bastard. This time Cody came up on top—literally—having managed to sweep Obi-Wan’s legs out from under him and pin him before he weaseled his way out of his hold. His lips brushed over the knob of Obi-Wan’s spine, moving on their own accord.

Obi-Wan shifted under him, twisting his head to look over his shoulder at Cody who…remained plastered across his back, staring at the knob of Obi-Wan’s spine and the soft hair at the nape of his neck, something stirring deep in his gut.

“Cody?” he asked, voice quiet, and Cody leaned down, closing the distance between them again—unable to do anything else and hoping fervently he hadn’t misread the little signs—and pressing his lips against the exposed skin beneath him, gentle but firm.

A soft shudder ran through Obi-Wan but he didn’t move other than pressing his forehead to the mat, tucking his chin to his chest and exposing more of his neck to Cody, letting out a shaky breath. 

Cody pulled back, lips tingling, and pushed himself up, settling on the mat beside Obi-Wan. What the everloving kriff had gotten into him? He hadn’t meant to kiss him. Not like this, at least; not without asking. 

“Obi-Wan, I—” he began, wanting to apologize, but Obi-Wan pushed his upper body up on his hands, meeting Cody’s mouth, lips pressing against his own, kissing him, determined and sure. Cody brought up his hands, cupping Obi-Wan’s jaw, and it felt so right to kiss back.

They pulled apart eventually, both panting slightly, and Obi-Wan winced as he sat up fully, rubbing his wrist. Cody narrowed his eyes, looking him over, “Are you alright?”

Obi-Wan didn’t answer immediately, rotating his wrist gingerly instead and grimacing briefly. “It should be fine. Just landed a bit awkwardly.”

But Cody was already up and on his way to the med kit to grab some bacta. Obi-Wan let out an amused huff when he sat down next to him and reached for his arm, seeing hints of a bruise already blooming. He held Obi-Wan’s gaze as he lifted the wrist to his lips, pressing them tenderly against it.

“It feels much better already,” Obi-Wan said, a slight hitch to his voice.

Cody hummed in acknowledgment, opening a small bacta pack and gently smearing it over the bruise, “Good, but we’re still putting bacta on here.”

“Whatever you wish,” Obi-Wan replied quietly, his expression so incredibly fond, and Cody couldn’t help but brush another quick kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips. He pulled back, intertwining their fingers.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“More than,” Obi-Wan assured.

And Cody felt, despite the buzz behind his sternum, content and settled in his bones as though something had snapped in place as they sat there, side by side, pressed close from shoulder to hip.

[codywankissbingo]

Codywan Kiss Bingo 2022: BINGO'S PART ONE (Bingo's 1 - 8)

As we wrap up our bingo event, we just want to take a moment to thank everyone who played along with us. We saw so many great kisses, it's brightened our days immensely.

We appreciate everyone who joined us on this romp and want to take a moment to shout out everyone who completed a bingo (or more than one!)

As with our blackout post, we're including the kisses featured in each fill and a notation if the fill is an E rating, to keep you sfw. Enjoy and be excellent to each other!

We got SO MANY bingos that we can't include them all into one post! Instead, there's going to be three!

bluemaskedkarma (tumblr) / Jynx (ao3) 

Bingos: 1

might just give you a bite of the sweetest pie (fingertip kisses)

watching it burn while they watch me twirl (kiss on the cheek)

can't take my eyes off of you (kiss on the lips)

superstars sucked into the supermassive black hole (kiss anywhere but on the lips)

light as whispers (kiss on the shoulder-swapped with stolen kiss)

Brigittttoo (tumblr) / Brigitttt (ao3)

Bingos: 5

Kissing You Awake

Spiderman Kiss, Kiss Hello - Codywan Kiss Bingo

Celebratory Kiss - Codywan Kiss Bingo

Kiss the Bridgegroom - Codywan Kiss Bingo 

Kiss Under the Mistletoe (Kiss Under the Mistletoe, French Kiss, Neck Kiss, Biting Kiss, and Bloody Kiss) (E)

Kiss Goodbye (Kiss Goodbye, Making Out, and Kiss on the *Ahem*) (E)

Kiss It Better 

Kiss for Good Luck 

Kiss as a Disguise (+Secret Kiss)

Bad Kiss, Good Kiss 

crownprincecody (tumblr) / Bluebellstar (ao3) 

Bingos: 4

Bucket Over Boots (first kiss)

Press You To My Heart (blowing kisses)

Best Laid Plans (kiss for luck)

Can't You See That I'm Lonely ( kiss on the cheek, hungry kiss, and free (kiss on the hand))

It's Wrong (You're Right) (Kiss on top of the head, Kiss on the nape of the neck)

Under The Stars (kissing through tears, kiss on the neck)

Encore (Dip Kiss) 

I’m Only Dreaming (tired kiss)

Sunrise (kiss on the shoulder)

I Tell Myself That You’re Gone (french kiss)

Wake Me Up (kiss goodnight)

Kiss on the…*ahem* (E)

All The Twinkly Lights (spiderman kiss, bad kiss)

Butterflies Don’t Kiss (butterfly kiss)

elwenyere (Tumblr and ao3)

Bingos: 2

After the Cold (kiss on the nose)

Best Laid Plans (Codywan, 566w, Kiss Bingo Fill) (kiss for luck)

Compartment Syndrome (hand kiss, kissing through tears) 

Right on Time ("kiss goodbye," "hungry kiss," "french kiss," "kiss on the nape of the neck," and "dry kiss") (E)

galateagalvanized (Tumblr and ao3) 

Bingos: 1

For Everything A Season (good morning kiss, forehead press, kiss on the lips, hand kiss, Free space--snowball kiss, celebratory kiss, kiss anywhere but on the lips, kiss on the... *ahem*) (E)

Deluge (kiss in the rain, forehead kiss) 

Smuggled In (kiss as a disguise, secret kiss)

glimmerglanger (tumblr and ao3) 

Bingos: 5

CWKB Fill One (good morning kiss)

Feeling Good (Kiss to the back of the knee, kiss anywhere but the lips, kiss on the lips, kiss on the neck, kiss on the nape of the neck, kiss on the *ahem*, kiss on the stomach, hand kiss, kiss on the fingers, and sweet kiss)

Emptying the Clip (biting kiss or kiss with teeth AND free space (rimming)) (E)

upon the sun (kiss bingo fill) (first kiss)

Tight Spot (spiderman kiss, french kiss) (E)

from your lips (blowing a kiss)

careful (kiss it better, kiss hello) (E)

goddammitjim (tumblr) / jimmytiberius (ao3) 

Bingos: 3

your blood on my lips (your hand in mine) (gross kiss, kiss as a disguise, kiss it better, celebratory kiss, bloody kiss)

An Officer and a Gentleman (goodnight kiss, kiss on the cheek, free!, sloppy kiss, hand kiss)

In Any Universe (open mouthed kiss)

Same Series: forehead press

Same Series: kiss on the finger

Same Series: thousandth kiss

Same Series: New Year’s Kiss 

hawkeykirsah (tumblr) / Kittyhawk (ao3) 

Bingos: 9

Things We Learn (or Not) (dry kiss, sweet kiss, kiss on the nose, kiss anywhere but on the lips)

At Any Time, Regardless (Follow-Up) (hungry kiss, kiss on the fingers, kiss on the neck, French kiss, kiss anywhere but on the lips, leaving a mark, kiss on the ahem, and sweet kiss) (E)

Chase Your Heart-verse, Wedding Night (hungry kiss, kiss on the neck, kiss on the *ahem*, good night kiss, good morning kiss, free space (drunken kiss), french kiss, sweet kiss, and kiss anywhere but on the lips) (E)

Final fill (so the author CLAIMS!) (accidental kiss, spur of the moment kiss, first kiss, kiss on the nape of the neck, and kiss it better)

kiss through tears, stolen kiss, dry kiss, kiss anywhere but on the lips 

New year’s kiss, true love’s kiss, kiss in the air/unconnected kiss

[feybarn]

Codywan prompt: Obi-Wan was undercover as a pirate and got hit by plot-device-of-your-choice amnesia, now thinks he's a real pirate. Cody is attempting to retrieve him and Pirate!Obi-Wan is just *so* flattered by this passionate, pretty young man that seems determined to tie him up ;) Cody was not ready for his general to actually turn the swarmy flirting on him. - Millberry

Doesn't QUITE fit the prompt, less tying of people up than I initially planned, but it was inspired by this!!

Also hitting two spots for @codywankissbingo (kiss on the fingers AND blowing a kiss) and one spot for @codywanbingo ("All I want is you")

[theedwardianone]

Fifth and last fic for the @codywankissbingo is up! This time for tired kiss and kiss on the neck, giving me two bingos!!

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How Obi-Wan had managed to make his way up here to the war room while still being pretty much asleep Cody had no idea. What he did know was that if Obi-Wan had been awake he would probably be completely horrified at being seen like this, acting like a giant sized tooka, clinging to Cody's back.

Cody analysed that thought. Either that or entirely too amused, could go both ways if he was being entirely honest. For all that Obi-Wan liked to appear the wise and serene jedi master, Cody knew better. Obi-Wan was a sarcastic, chaotic menace. An absolute pain in Cody’s shebs at the best of times, but also utterly self-sacrificing and with a heart that just couldn’t stop caring. Cody loved all of it so utterly and completely.

[itsgoldleaf]

my first fill for @codywankissbingo​ 2022 is here, it’s done, it’s for kissing through tears and you can read it through the tears below!

A Spectre, A Shade.

Which direction on the bingo card am I going? Find out next week 😂

[jedishadowolf]

First row of Bingo finished! I’m feel accomplished. :).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39755907

[sissiarte]

My first fill for the @codywankissbingo !!! The prompt was dry kiss <3 a quick little peck on the lips bc these are very busy boys and have to run out to fight some droids and stuff!

Wip here !

Wrote a little fic to go with it <3

My card under the cut :)

[ilum-you-so-much]

Another @codywankissbingo prompt fill, this time "Angry kiss" with a Sith!Obi-Wan (currently offline) and one very very frustrated Republic Commander Cody (tired of just flirting).

Obi-Wan here is Plankton's "I never thought I'd get this far" reaction since that flirting was all bark and no bite but now he has to prove he's not all words. Even his lightsaber malfunctioned and sputtered out from all that steam rising from his ears.

Bingo card under the cut!

[glimmerglanger]

Tight Spot

I don't think I'm going to get a black-out for my @codywankissbingo card, but I'm trying to fill in two last ideas I had, starting with this one for the "Spiderman kiss" and "French kiss" squares.

This is established Codywan in nature, set in a post-war everyone lives/nobody dies AU. They're off doing missions and end up having some time to themselves...

Note: SPICY. Pretty much JUST spice! Card and fic under the cut:

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Cody had never required much space to feel comfortable, but he had to admit that their current accommodations left something to be desired. 

He and Obi-Wan had ended up boarding an ancient transport ship to get out to a planet deep in Wild Space where - apparently - no one went except a few traders. The traders were friendly enough, in the way that people who spent too long alone in deep space tended to get friendly, but they had very limited space. 

Most of the ship had no atmosphere - a lot of the really old models were like that - so they were trapped between the small kitchen, the cockpit, and their cabin, such as it was. 

The two of them were, currently, sharing a space that was roughly eight-foot by eight-foot by eight-foot, with a bunk in with them.

Cody had no idea what they’d have done if they weren’t very comfortable sleeping on-top of each other. 

As it was, they’d made the best of the situation and only had three more days stuck in the hold. Limited space, in the end, wasn’t the biggest problem. That was the inability to do anything. Even stretching your legs proved impossible, unless one wanted a very unpleasant acquaintance with the void of space. 

Fortunately, they both had experience making the most of small spaces.

Hundreds of push-ups were a good start, Cody considered, pausing and glancing up as he did. Obi-Wan had waved at him to go ahead when Cody asked if he could monopolize…most of the floorspace in the little cabin.

Obi-Wan obviously didn’t need it, currently balancing by the wall on his fingertips. 

Cody looked up Obi-Wan’s body, the line of his arm to his shoulders, muscle standing defined under his skin, over his chest and stomach, to the perfect stretch of his legs. Obi-Wan - just like Cody - was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs; they were both trying to avoid getting their clothes completely sweaty. 

Obi-Wan’s hair hung towards the floor, dark with sweat, and he had his eyes closed, expression peaceful and free of strain. He looked, Cody considered, his body thrumming with heat and exertion, completely gorgeous. 

The thought had Cody pushing up with both arms into a perfect plank. 

The position brought him closer to Obi-Wan, brought his mouth a breath from Obi-Wan’s, in fact, though…upside down. 

Cody grinned, just a little, and leaned forward to kiss him. 

“Mm,” Obi-Wan murmured, when Cody eased back. “Getting distracted, darling?” 

Cody hummed, shifting to press a kiss to Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the skin warm under his lips, slick with sweat. “I did my reps,” he said, “and I’ve been thinking that there’s probably something else we could do for core work.” 

“Oh?” Obi-Wan asked, and Cody could hear the amusement in his tone, glancing sideways to find that Obi-Wan had opened his eyes, watching him as Cody nipped - just a little - at his bicep. “Are you sure it’s something we’d have room for?” 

“Always managed to fit before,” Cody assured him, straightening his arms again, and Obi-Wan snorted a laugh, his free hand coming to rest on Cody’s shoulder, bracing, as he just--folded himself down in a graceful display of casual strength that had Cody’s cock throbbing anew as Obi-Wan settled across his back.

Obi-Wan’s weight felt good; he supported some of it on his arm, but most of it came down on Cody’s back as Obi-Wan pressed his chest close, legs stretched out over Cody’s, hooking his feet by Cody’s ankles, just--draping himself there. 

“Were you thinking of something like this?” Obi-Wan asked, voice warm, breath puffing across Cody’s ear, and kriff, he was hard, cock pressing down against Cody’s ass as he rolled his hips.

“You’re on the right track,” Cody said. “Legs off to one side.” 

“Oh, I see,” Obi-Wan purred, kissing his throat and shifting, getting his knees on the floor, on either side of Cody’s legs, lifting his weight away. Cody exhaled, muscles tightening as he put one knee on the floor and then the other, pressing himself back up against Obi-Wan’s body. 

He felt his gut get hard and tight with want, groaning when Obi-Wan took the opportunity to grind against him, Obi-Wan rasping, “Yes, I can see how this would work.”

“Glad you agree,” Cody panted, hot all over as Obi-Wan ran his hands down Cody’s sides, all his weight resting on Cody’s back. Obi-Wan hooked his fingers into the waistband of Cody’s briefs and tugged. 

They came down easily enough that Cody was willing to bet there’d been some Force assistance, but he wasn’t about to argue. Instead, he ground out, “Between my legs, get your cock between my legs.” 

Obi-Wan groaned, curling one hand around Cody’s cock and stretching his other hand out for the lube. 

“Kriff, yes,” Cody panted, as Obi-Wan straightened, all at once, just lifting his upper body away from Cody’s back in a smooth movement. He squeezed some of the lube down over Cody’s ass. 

“Remember to tighten your core,” Obi-Wan rasped, as Cody heard him shoving his briefs down and slicking himself up, and Cody snorted at him.

He shot back, “Worry about yourself. Put your back into it.”

Obi-Wan laughed, throaty and delighted - delightful - and put his hands on Cody’s hips, pressing forward after shifting his legs, getting himself lined up properly. Cody spread his thighs just enough for Obi-Wan’s cock to slide between them, thick and long and hot. 

“Yeah,” he panted out, squeezing his thighs together, heat licking up his spine at the sound Obi-Wan made, hips moving as he leaned forward. He braced one hand to the side, his other curling around Cody’s hip, hand back on Cody’s cock, slick now and so good--

They moved together, bodies slick with sweat and lube, heat building between them with each shift forward and back, until Obi-Wan grunted against his shoulder, cock twitching between his thighs and pulsing - hot - against Cody’s legs and - kriff - his balls and--

Cody followed him over when Obi-Wan twisted his wrist just so, groaning into his arm and shivering through it. 

“Mm,” Obi-Wan murmured, pressing tickling kisses to the back of Cody’s shoulders. “You’re right, this is more fun than crunches.” 

Cody laughed, twisting enough to steal an awkward kiss over his shoulder, open-mouthed, hot and slick, sliding his tongue past Obi-Wan’s lips. Soon, they’d have to clean up. It would be even more unpleasant than he’d gotten used to on this trip, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Not yet. There’d be time for that later. 

[hawkeykirsah]

Here is my first fill for the @codywankissbingo​ 2022!

The Things We Learn (or Not)

feat. Cody having to deal with people making various assumptions about him, his brothers, and his relationship with Obi-Wan.

CWKB card under the cut!

[crownprincecody]

Press You To My Heart

Here's my second fill for the @codywankissbingo. Yeah, I know it's not even close to my other bingo square but this is the fic I apparently had to write.

As usual, bingo card under cut.

[mandobarbie]

short little modern au snippet with pre-relationship Codywan 😊

fills my “secret kiss” prompt for @codywankissbingo and my “being carried” prompt for @codywanbingo

card pics and story below the cut

Obi-Wan slipped quietly through the doorway, careful not to make too much noise in case Cody was already asleep.

He had intended to be back earlier, to meet up with Cody for drinks since a few of his brothers were in town, but they’d had a last minute call before his team’s shift ended, and by the time they got everything sorted out on scene and at the hospital, it was almost two in the morning.

It was cold. It was dark. And it was, most definitely, too late to join his roommate at 79’s.

Obi-Wan toed off his boots with a sigh, internally swearing as his left boot clung stubbornly to his foot and made him bend down to unlace it. Finally freed of his footwear, Obi-Wan slumped his way around the hallway corner to grab some water before bed. The lights were on, but that didn’t mean anything. Cody usually left them on when Obi-Wan was working nights, so he wouldn’t be coming home to a darkened apartment if he had a rough shift. It was sweet, and they could both afford the heightened electricity bill.

Obi-Wan rinsed out his cup and set it in the dishwasher, flipping the lightswitch on his way out of the kitchen. He stepped in to power down their living room lamps and came to an abrupt halt in the doorway, instinctively bringing a hand up to stifle his surprised laughter.

There, laying on the couch across from him, was a snoring Cody Fett.

This was no graceful tableau, no vision of tranquility. Cody’s orange hoodie clashed horribly with their squashy purple couch, and he had one leg over the back of the couch, the other dangling from the arm rest. Despite this, he had somehow twisted on his side while he slept, so his left hand pillowed his cheek and the fingertips of the other brushed their floor

Obi-Wan tried not to find it endearing. It was a valient effort, if doomed to failure; everything about Cody was endearing, even when he was mocking Obi-Wan for his tea habits or making him watch yet another James Bond movie.

Still, charming as it may be, that position did not look comfortable. Obi-Wan crept forwards. Crouching down, he moved Cody’s curled up hand away from his head and carefully slid his own arm beneath Cody’s neck to brace against his back. Obi-Wan pulled him partially upright, until Cody was sitting up enough for his legs to be in reach as well.  Obi-Wan gently tugged the one over the back of the couch to lay next to its companion on the arm, and caught up both legs at the knees as he prepared to stand up.

Stiffening his back, Obi-Wan rose, shifting Cody to rest securely against his chest and beginning the walk out of the living room to Cody’s bed. Cody’s snuffling little snore cut out at the movement, and he nuzzled his face against Obi-Wan’s shoulder but did not wake. Obi-Wan’s disaster bi self felt extremely platonically about that, he did, but that was something to consider later. Much later, preferably sometime between never o’clock a.m. and ‘‘I think the hell not’’ eastern seaboard time.

Fortunately, the door to Cody’s room was ajar, and Obi-Wan didn’t have to figure out how to navigate doorknobs while carrying his slumbering friend. He nudged to door further open and made his way over to the bed, laying Cody down on the comforter and curling him onto his side. He didn’t smell like he’d had very much alcohol, but better safe than sorry.

Cody had a tendency for tucking his sheets tightly to the bed, and Obi-Wan wasn’t about to try wrestling with them at three in the morning ,so he went to the closet and grabbed the blankets they kept around for movie nights. While he was fetching things anyway, Obi-Wan went ahead and took some painkillers and a water bottle to leave on Cody’s nightstand for him, before returning to the room.

He set his spoils down and unfolded the first blanket, draping it over Cody and trying to gauge if a second one was really needed. Obi-Wan blinked at him for a minute, before giving up with a yawn and upfolding the other blanket as well. He spread it out and made sure to tuck it close around Cody’s neck since he always claimed to be jealous of Obi-Wan’s beard in the winter months, absentmindedly dropping a kiss on Cody’s temple as he did so.

Whoops.

Obi-Wan yawned again and decided he really was too tired to panic about that at the moment, giving Cody’s sleeping form one last smile before heading off to burrow himself into bed in his own room.

It was cold. It was dark. and there was no place Obi-Wan would rather be.