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“You know Mace has technically banned us from the theater unless we’re supporting a show, right?”
“Well, from a certain point of view, we’re not in the theater. Since we’re on the stage.” Obi-Wan says, picking his way across the darkened barbershop set toward the barber’s chair in the center. He manages to move soundlessly in his loafers, whereas Cody’s sandals make a sharp clop! with every step across the boards.
“Semantics. He’ll love that.”
“Only if we get caught,” Obi-Wan says, settling into the seat as gracefully as a throne. The gray pinstripe suit and vest certainly help with the regal air he puts off, and the low emergency lighting almost seems to make him glow.
“See, I seem to recall that happening because someone kept screaming at me to fuck him harder.”
“I recall no such thing.”
Cody rolls his eyes as he finally joins Obi-Wan at the barber’s chair. Seeing no other seating options, he lifts his leg and throws it over the other man’s slacks-covered thighs.
Obi-Wan doesn’t even make a sound at the extra weight, although Cody makes sure to wiggle his ass against the firm muscles he’s straddling.
“That’s because you lost the bet, and refused to admit it.”
Obi-Wan’s hands drift to Cody’s bare arms, racking his fingers from Cody’s elbows to the bottoms of his short sleeves and back again.
“I did not lose the bet. You lost the bet, and then bent me over the balcony railing so I’d forget. We were lucky it was so sturdily constructed.”
“I so did not lose the bet, because if you’d remember, the stakes were that the winner got to fuck the loser.”
“Those were not the stakes!” Obi-Wan insists hotly, but his gaze has settled on Cody’s mouth. “The stakes were that you’d have to shave off that ridiculous mustache!”
“And yet, I happen to know how much you like mustache burn on your thighs, so we can just be glad that you lost the bet, can’t we?”
“You’re infuriating, do you know that, Fett?”
“Right back at ya, Kenobi!”
And then they’re grinning at each other, and Obi-Wan leans in to kiss Cody. Cody deepens the kiss immediately, hitching himself further forward in Obi-Wan’s lap as he slips his tongue into his mouth. He slides the knot of the other man’s tie up for just a moment, to make him gasp, before pulling it free and dropping it off the side of the chair.
“I may…” Obi-Wan gasps as they break apart, “have come around on the mustache. And the ensuing mustache rides. Even though it makes you look like a porn star.”
“Is that a…” Cody pauses to moan as he rubs his rapidly hardening cock against Obi-Wan’s own. He’s gotten used to the stimulation of Obi-Wan’s slacks zipper against the soft material of his drawstring shorts and briefs. “Compliment or a complaint?”
“If it means you fuck me in this chair as soon as possible, take it any way you like.”
Cody kisses him again at that, and they spend a few minutes trading frantic kisses and small nips. Cody keeps trying to unbutton Obi-Wan’s jacket and vest, but Obi-Wan keeps batting his hands away.
“Up,” Obi-Wan finally demands. Cody awkwardly slips backwards until he regains his feet, then shuffles the few steps he needs to stand.
Obi-Wan easily slips out the two buttons of his suit coat. From an inner pocket, he draws a small tube of lube, which he chucks gently at Cody’s head. Cody, who is not the more athletic of the two of them, fumbles the catch.
“Could have just handed it to me,” he grumbles as he fetches it off the floor. Turning back around, he promptly chokes. Because Obi-Wan has gotten the three buttons of his vest open. Which means Cody can see that hidden by the man’s white button-up, there are two very oddly shaped bumps that are not Obi-Wan’s nipples.
“And where would be the fun in that? I know you like pitching just as much as catching.”
“That was awful. I should report you to Adi for that crime against language.”
“Don’t bring up our coworkers when we’re about to have sex. Also, it was you who sussed out the hidden meaning.”
“Hidden schmidden,” Cody says. Taking a step closer, he gestures to Obi-Wan’s chest. “Speaking of hidden, something you want to show me?”
Even in the low light, he can see Obi-Wan’s cheeks pink up above his beard.
“Ah, yes.” He starts undoing his shirt buttons, fingers slipping slightly on the small objects. “It’s why I went with the full setup today, rather than just the coat and tie.”
And then he’s pulling his shirt open. Cody swallows loud enough that he’s sure Obi-Wan can hear it across the short distance between them.
“Do you like them?”
‘Them’ is a pair of clover-style nipple clamps, connected by a length of silver chain. The bottom of the chain dangles down to the top of the dusting of dark red hair that trails down to Obi-Wan’s groin.
Groaning, Cody palms the obvious tent in his shorts.
“I like them,” he grunts out. “Oh, I really like them. How long have you had them on?”
“Just before we came in here. So, I’ve probably got about 10 minutes before they should come off. Ah, Happy Anniversary, my love.”
“You are entirely too good to me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Happy Anniversary.”
Bending down, Cody uses the hand not clutching the lube to palm Obi-Wan’s face. Tilting his chin up, he leans in for a kiss that’s practically chaste in comparison to their earlier making out.
“Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?” he breathes.
“Every day.” Then, shyly, “But I still like hearing it.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” They stay there for a moment, foreheads leaning together, breathing one another’s air. Then Obi-Wan squirms. “Cody…”
“Impatient.” Cody taps him on the nose with the lube tube.
“Horny,” Obi-Wan retorts. In retaliation, Cody lets his hand drop from Obi-Wan’s face to snake down his chest until he snags the chain with his fingers. He gives it a little yank, satisfied when Obi-Wan lets out an entirely undignified squeal.
“Poor Coach Ken-o-bi,” Cody sing-songs, tugging the chain with each syllable and relishing each whimper it earns him. “Such a little slut under that suit.”
“For you,” Obi-Wan whines out, and Cody shudders.
“Get your pants down. Now.”
Obi-Wan’s hands are shaking as he moves to the button of his slacks and the zipper. But he’s pulling the plackets apart in short order, shimmying against the faux black leather of the barber’s chair to take both them and his boxers off in one go.
Cody, not to content to stand there, pulls softly and then sharply on the chain in unequal measures. While he’s shocked it occurred (the sight of Obi-Wan’s stiff cock straining towards his stomach is rather distracting), a thought comes to him.
“This is ‘Sweeny Todd,’ right?”
“Right,” Obi-Wan agrees, chest and hips pressing up to try to get some friction, which Cody easily denies him.
“Which means that this chair should…” He pins Obi-Wan to the chair with a hand between his well-defined pectorals as he leans down. Fumbling at the side with two fingers (the other three still clutching the lube), his fingertips finally skate over a lever, which he pulls. “There!”
“Ahh!” Obi-Wan yelps as the chair flattens out and folds backwards, taking him with it. When the motion stops, Obi-Wan is at a 45-degree angle, bare knees and slacks-entangled calves still hooked over the chair’s edge. “Oh. That’s…yes.”
Cody spares a glance above Obi-Wan’s flushed face to see there’s a closed trap door positioned beneath his head, perfect to slide the actors into once their throats are ‘cut.’
Obi-Wan, denied this distraction, shakes off Cody’s restraining hand and shimmies up until his ass is over the chair’s edge, then rolls over with a grunting whine and more grace than Cody knows he himself could have managed. He rucks up his shirt, vest, and coat so they’re halfway up his torso, plants his feet as much as he can when they’re effectively bound, then goes still.
Moving to slap Obi-Wan’s perfectly presented ass, Cody ends up wheezing when he catches sight of what’s between Obi-Wan’s ass cheeks. His slap turns into a gentle caress.
“Happy Anniversary,” he breathes to himself, but Obi-Wan gives him a breathless chuckle, obviously hearing him.
The end of the steel plug is topped with a citrine-colored fake jewel. Cody gives it a tap, and Obi-Wan squirms against the seat, shifting until his cock is no longer pressed beneath him, but rather hanging down between his legs and
“And how long has this been in?”
“All day,” Obi-Wan says, gasping as Cody starts wiggling it. “Do you like it?”
“You pick excellent toys, but you’re still my favorite.”
Obi-Wan hums, pleased, then starts rubbing his chest against the padded backrest beneath him.
“Cody, it hurts.”
“Fuck,” Cody whispers. “This is probably going to be quick. That okay with you?”
Obi-Wan rolls to the side enough that he can look back at Cody.
“If you don’t fuck me right now, I won’t show you the surprise I have waiting for you back at my apartment.”
Cody grips the base of his cock harshly through his shorts at that.
“Would this surprise be the reason you borrowed Rex’s stud finder last week? And why you’ve been watching DIY videos on how to install a hook in your ceiling?” He lets his voice drop low. “Does your surprise have straps?”
“If you don’t get into the ‘swing’ of things, you’ll never know.”
Cody groans at both the terrible wordplay and the promise of what’s to come.
“Guess I better not keep you waiting then.”
Gripping the hem of his shorts and underwear, Cody shoves them down and off. He lifts one socks-and-sandal-covered foot from the tangle of clothing, then plants his feet squarely behind Obi-Wan. He flips the cap on the lube, clutched forgotten in his hand until this moment, and drizzles it over his hand. Snapping the lid, he drops it by his clothes. A few short pumps of the hot flesh of his cock, and then he’s reaching out for the plug.
“Orange is my favorite color,” he says as he starts to tug, thumb planted against the fake jewel.
“Picked it for you,” Obi-Wan whimpers. “And s’big.”
And that’s true. As the teardrop shape emerges from Obi-Wan’s body, Cody marvels at how the other man managed to sit through their entire day without giving any indication of the massive plug spreading his insides wide.
“Size queen.”
“Wanted to be ready for you.”
“One of these days, we’ll have to see if we can get a toy and me inside you. Or maybe someone else. I bet you’d enjoy being split open on two hot, thick cocks, wouldn’t you, my slutty Obi-Wan?”
“Cody!” Obi-Wan whines, sounding scandalized, but his hips have started shaking desperately. Cody lets the plug, drawn out to its widest point, slip back into Obi-Wan’s body.
“We’ll explore that another time,” he says, enjoying the way Obi-Wan shudders and stifles a yell by biting into the suit coat and shirt at his wrist. He starts pulling on the plug again, and this time he doesn’t stop. When it’s free, he stops for a moment to admire the way Obi-Wan’s hole gapes. “So open for me. So perfect.”
He tucks the plug into the left pocket of his shorts, still wrapped around his ankle. Looking up, he takes advantage of his position to brush his mustache first again Obi-Wan’s left ass cheek, then his right, along with little nipping bites.
“Coooody,” Obi-Wan whimpers. “Tha’s not fair.”
“Ssssh. Being so good for me.” He slips his fingers, still coated with lube, into Obi-Wan’s hole. The slick heat clings to him, but assures him that Obi-Wan really is stretched enough to take him with no more prep. “Ready?”
“Been ready,” Obi-Wan grumbles, bucking back as much as his bent-over position and trapped legs let him.
Cody rolls his eyes, but doesn’t bother saying anything. Instead, he grips the head of his cock and moves forward, carefully thumbing it into Obi-Wan’s hole.
“Hnngh,” Obi-Wan grunts. He tries to shift, but Cody shoves him back down onto the chair by slipping his non-lube-slicked hand under his layers of clothing and applying pressure. That earns him another whine, but Cody doesn’t let up as he slowly slides inside his lover.
“Such a good little slut for me,” Cody says huskily as he finds his voice again. “Bent over and presenting this sweet ass. I bet you’d prefer to be like this all the time, wouldn’t you? I could tie you down to a chair just like this and fuck you whenever I feel like it or when you beg me hard enough. Leave you loose and sloppy and dripping. Or I’ll plug you up between loads, until you’re so full you’ll feel like you’re going to burst.”
He bottoms out, but the low continuous moan Obi-Wan is giving him means he keeps talking while they both adjust to the familiar feel of one another.
“Maybe I’ll get one of those fucking machines. I wouldn’t want you to be lonely when I’m not inside you. We’ll get a dildo modeled after my cock so you never have to be without me. You were absolutely made to be mounted on my cock at all times, you know that?”
“Cooody,” Obi-Wan sobs out, squirming beneath him. He starts hitching his hips backwards despite the hand on his back, trying to get Cody to move. Cody obliges by pulling almost all the way out, then feeding his cock back inside Obi-Wan at what he knows is a torturously slow pace.
“You’ll have to tell me what you want, sweetheart. Maybe I should take you somewhere and put you on display. I could tie you up beautifully in that blue rope that matches your eyes and let other people look as you bounced on my cock. You’d show them how good you are for me, even when your hands are tied behind your back. And we’d have to clamp your pretty little nipples of course.”
Cody snakes the hand that had been pinning Obi-Wan down around to his front, finding one of his clamped nipples.
“They’re so stiff and hard. Maybe I should drip wax over them when you’ve got these on. I bet you’ll like the sensation. And then I’ll rub ice on the wax so I can get it off, and on your nipples too. They’ll be as hard as diamonds. I bet you could come just from that; me toying with your nipples.”
Obi-Wan bucks up, which slides him a little further onto Cody, but also lets Cody get his hand onto the clamps’ chain. He tugs it hard, and Obi-Wan yelps.
“Please fuck me! Please. Wanna do all of that. Would let you. Want to. Please, Cody, please! Wanna feel you. Need to. Want you to play with me. Want you to fuck me. Wanna be with you always. Pleasepleaseplease.”
“You beg so pretty,” Cody says, giving the chain another sharp tug. Obi-Wan bows up, and it’s enough for Cody to gather Obi-Wan’s right earlobe between his teeth, biting it sharply before laving it with his tongue. Releasing it, he promises, “I’ll fuck you. I’ll be with you. As long as you’ll have me.”
“Forever,” Obi-Wan responds.
“Forever then.”
And then Cody starts fucking Obi-Wan in earnest. He varies between the slow pushes into Obi-Wan that have him mewling and the short, harsh thrusts that push him up the chair and knock the breath out of him. Obi-Wan, so very rarely passive, meets his every stroke as best he can from his prone position.
Coordinating pulling on the nipple clamps is a struggle, but Cody eventually finds his rhythm, tugging on the chain when he’s deepest inside Obi-Wan to feel him clench down.
“Cody, please,” Obi-Wan gasps after the last time he does it. “So close!”
“Going to cum for me? Maybe I should…hnn…make you lick the mess off the chair. Ah! You feel so good. Please cum. Do it, Obi-Wan. Do it for me!”
He pinches the clasp of the clamp on the right nipple, letting it fall free. Obi-Wan whines and goes rigid beneath him before bucking hard.
“Cody!”
“Cum for me. I know you can. Do it. Now!”
He releases the other clamp and that’s enough for Obi-Wan to clench down on him so hard it’s Cody who sees stars. But there’s no doubt Obi-Wan’s enjoying himself as he spills all down the chair’s footrest, something just a hair less than a scream escaping his throat.
Three sharp thrusts later and Cody follows him into orgasm, sinking his teeth into Obi-Wan’s shoulder as best he can through three layers of fabric.
They both lay there afterwards, panting in the aftermath. Cody is draped over Obi-Wan’s back, the both of them slumped at the odd angle forced by the reclined barber chair. Cody’s still gripping the clamps, the end of one of them scraping against the floor.
Obi-Wan is the first to regain coherent speech.
“Wow.”
Cody hums, rubbing his mustache against the parts of Obi-Wan’s neck and head he can reach. It makes the other man shudder with oversensitivity and clench down on his softening cock.
“Oh,” Obi-Wan sighs. “Keep doing…yeah.”
He obliges, keeping up his pleased but offkey humming and rubbing until he slips from Obi-Wan’s body.
“Do you want your plug back in, or shall we get you cleaned up?”
“Plug,” Obi-Wan says breathlessly. “And then we can pick up our order from Dex’s. And you can make sure my ‘home improvement’ won’t result in an ER trip if we get too vigorous using our new swing. I’m still not entirely convinced I know what a stud is.”
Reluctantly, Cody drags himself off Obi-Wan, the shimmy made harder by the angle. Regaining his feet, he has to lock his knees as they wobble. He swaps the plug in his pocket with the clamps. Grabbing the lube, he spreads a generous layer on the plug.
Turning back to Obi-Wan, he sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth.
“You’re dripping.”
Obi-Wan whines softly, shaking his hips.
“Put it in, please. Come on, Cody! I’m only dripping because you pulled out. Want to keep you in me. Like you said.”
Cody feels his cock give a valiant twitch, but knows he needs to move quickly before they spend their whole anniversary evening in the darkened theater. He teases Obi-Wan’s puffy rim with the plug a few times before sliding it home, listening to his whimper as the citrine jewel settles in place between his cheeks.
“You’re so perfect. It’s unfair.”
“Completely fair.” Obi-Wan flips over, then curls up, his defined abs flexing as pulls himself upright.
And it’s then, staring at one another with their pants and shorts around their knees, that the intercom chime sounds. Moments later, Mace’s booming voice rings out.
“If Obi-Wan Kenobi and Cody Fett are still in the building, please get the hell out. If I find you two in my theater or anywhere else, I will fire you both, followed by other actions which may lead to something that rhymes with ‘schmiolent verder.’”
There’s another chime as the intercom shuts off.
Obi-Wan’s face is the picture of humiliation, while Cody’s knows his own keeps shifting between humiliation and terror.
“Run?” Cody asks, pulling up his shorts and underwear and slipping the lube into his pocket beside the clamps.
“Run,” Obi-Wan agrees. Obi-Wan manages to put his clothes back in order in a remarkable amount of time, although he stuffs his tie into his pocket rather than reknotting it.
While he’s doing so, Cody heads backstage for cleaning wipes. He takes these to the mess Obi-Wan left on the chair’s footrest (but somehow avoided getting on his clothes), then tosses the whole lot in a trash can under a pile of canvas scraps and broken bits of wood.
The moment they’re settled again, they link hands and start jogging for the backstage entrance.
“Bet I can beat you to the car,” Obi-Wan says as he drops Cody’s hand and hits the heavy metal door’s push handle. “Happy Anniversary Cody!”
“Happy Anniversary Obi-Wan!” Cody replies as he races him out into the night and toward the rest of their forever.