Crossed Signals, Part 4/4, Star Wars AU, Luke Skywalker/Han Solo, Rated NC-17
Title: Crossed Signals, Part 4/4
Author: general_solo
Fandom: Star Wars AU
Characters: Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa, Wedge Antilles, Chewbacca
Pairing: Han/Luke
Rating: Rated NC-17 for language and M/M sexual situations.
Warnings: Graphic M/M sexual situations; do not read if this disturbs you.
Word Count: 3497
Disclaimers: I do not own these characters or profit from this. This is a work of fanfiction.
Summary: Han Solo, unsure of his feelings and unsure of his place in his friends’ lives, decides to leave the rebellion. Luke Skywalker wants him to stay.
Crossed Signals, Part 4
They sat in uneasy silence. Leia’s bright brown eyes flickered inquisitively between Han and Luke. Luke was the picture of Jedi calmness, leaning gracefully back in one of the chairs, booted feet crossed at the ankles. Han, on the other hand, well…he looked about as miserable and uncomfortable as he probably felt.
There was a loud crash in the other room.
“I’m okay, I’m okay! I think. Nothing broken…well, not much anyway!”
“You sure, Wedge?”
“Yeah, Luke…”
Wedge Antilles stumbled through the doorway and hurriedly stretched himself out on a low bench. His feet hung off awkwardly but he didn’t seem to mind. His dark hair spiked up in all directions, his shirt was fastened crookedly and his pants appeared to be on backwards.
“I’m fine…”
“Why don’t you take a short nap, Wedge. I’m sure Han wouldn’t mind. He enjoys having friends stay over.”
They all winced at Leia’s overly cheerful and loud voice.
Han closed his eyes for a second. This had to be one of the most ridiculous situations he’d ever gotten himself into. He really couldn’t take much more before he’d run screaming into the night.
“Uh…Leia. Was there something in particular that you wanted…not that your company’s not welcome…but…uh…why are you here…exactly?”
Leia turned her gaze back to Han and she frowned.
“Luke said you were drunk. Is that why you’re talking nonsense?”
“Well…just a little drunk…maybe. Uh, that’s why I came back to the Falcon. To sleep it off. I didn’t know I was having company.”
Han tried to smile at Leia but he could feel the strain on his own face and she was still frowning, eyes razor-sharp. Han wriggled as a thin rivulet of sweat ran down the middle of his back.
“You wanted to sleep it off? And Luke?”
“Luke?”
“Yeah, the guy over there pretending he doesn’t have a care in the world.”
“Why…uh…Luke…yeah, he…uh…helped me back. So I wouldn’t fall…or get lost…or something.”
“Really. And I suppose he stayed around to watch over you while you slept?”
Han lifted his chin. She was deliberately trying to pick a fight with him! Luke sniggered and covered his face with his hand and Han shot him a smoldering glare.
“I guess so. He’s a Jedi, you know. They do odd things sometimes. They’re…uh…protective. And since we’re…uh…friends, that means he’d be protective…over me.”
“I see.”
Wedge gave a choked laugh and turned his face against the cracked leather of the bench seat. Han glowered at him.
“What are you laughing at, Wedge? At least I can still stand up.”
Wedge kept his head down but pulled an arm out to give Han a shaky thumbs-up sign.
Leia turned on her wobbly stool to look at Luke.
“Luke. So you were protecting Han in his inebriated state.”
Luke was looking at his lightsaber, adjusting here and there, rubbing at a miniscule scratch on its shiny surface.
“Of course. Can’t let him wander about on his own in the dark, especially after he drank a couple of Jraf’s pink fizzies.”
“And you stayed around to put him to bed?”
Han shifted uncomfortably, Leia’s words bringing back a swarm of graphic memories. Shit. He wriggled on his seat, pushed against his crotch with the side of his hand until Leia swung a burning look in his direction momentarily.
Swinging her head back to look at Luke, she waited pointedly for his answer.
Luke sighed and clipped his saber to his belt.
“I was tired too and didn’t want to go back to the party. I thought maybe I’d bunk here for the night. I’ve done it before.”
“Yes, while the Falcon’s in space. Not when you have your own private room and bed.”
“Unlike some of us…”
Everyone’s eyes swung to look at the rumpled figure on the bench and Han laughed.
“Can’t see that being an insurmountable problem for you, Wedge.”
“Didn’t say it was…”
Leia sighed heavily, shook her head, and rubbed at a line between her brows.
“I give up. This is ridiculous and I have more important things to discuss with more important people tonight. If you two want to keep playing hide and seek, go right ahead. All it’ll do is extend the betting, which is getting very out of hand, by the way.”
Han stared at Leia as if she’d suddenly grown three heads.
“Betting? What…uh…kind of betting?”
“Oh, no. You’re not getting your answers from me. What do I care if you and Luke have done it before, now, or later, upside down or in the ‘fresher. Makes no difference to me…”
Wedge groaned and turned his head, squinting at the light.
“Don’t tell her anything! She’s bet more than I have! If she loses, she won’t have credits for new clothing for at least two standard years, maybe more.”
Han’s mouth opened and shut silently several times. Luke slanted a concerned look at him.
“What do you mean “done it”…what…what’s that suppose to mean…I mean…that doesn’t even make sense. I…I really don’t know what you people are talking about!”
Han stopped, afraid to say anymore. His breath came in little short gasps and he rubbed at his chest.
Leia stood and shook out her long silk dress. She carefully inspected it for any marks or dirt, the Falcon was not known for its cleanliness.
“Take a deep, slow breath, Han. Maybe you should consult one of the medical staff for some medicine. I’m sure you’re bordering on having anxiety attacks and it’s best to head it off before it gets too serious.”
Stepping over to the bench she glared down at Wedge who had one eye opened and one closed and was drooling copiously onto the leather seat.
“Wedge!”
The young pilot jerked up in surprise, falling halfway off the bench and causing his backward pants to come undone and show one surprisingly hairy ass cheek.
“Yes…yes…I’m here, Princess Leia!”
He managed to pull himself into a standing position though he leaned a bit to one side.
“I need you to escort me back to the party. Do you think you’re capable of that small feat or do I need to send you to the Healers?”
“Oh…uh…of course I’m capable, sir…uh…Princess. Yes, I brought you here, I’ll take you back!”
Leia looked at him doubtfully but headed for the door.
“Come along then but stay downwind of me. You stink and I don’t especially want anyone to think we’re together. Honestly, they do make undergarments, you know. And hair removal creams. You’re really not a bad looking person if you could just repair a few small defects…”
Han listened in stunned silence as the pair made their way out of the ship. When he could no longer hear them, he turned slowly to face Luke. Luke who had an angry twist to his lips and had his lightsaber out again.
“Luke…what was Leia talking about? What bet? I’m sure I know every bet that’s been going around lately…and…uh…I can’t quite place which one she was referring to. And what does it have to do with me and you and…everything else she said? I mean…she must be off her rocker ‘cause she made absolutely no sense…”
Luke stood abruptly and Han felt his stream of words die a quick death in his throat. Luke clipped his saber to his belt once again and then turned to look at Han.
“Is it really so distasteful to you that people might think there’s something between us? That we might be more than friends and have a physical relationship? You were bending over backwards trying to throw Leia off the trail. Her and Wedge are probably having a good laugh about it now.”
Luke paused and ran his hand through his hair.
“This isn’t working. I thought…I thought you wanted the same thing I wanted. Not just a quick easy fuck in hiding and then we pretend we’re still just pals so nobody’ll know. I can’t do that, Han.”
Han stared at him incredulously and a strange, hurt look flitted across the young man’s face.
“Have a safe trip, Han.”
Turning, Luke walked through the door into the other corridor.
He was already to the ramp that led down out of the ship when Han caught up with him and grabbed his arm.
“Luke! Luke…no…no…that’s not how it is…this isn’t what I want…I don’t care what they think…”
Luke jerked his arm free.
“No more of your double-talk, Han…”
“No…listen…Luke…I want…I want you to stay with me…I want…I want you for more than just a friend. I…I want you, Luke Skywalker.”
Reaching out he grabbed Luke again and tugged him closer. His hands were trembling and he grabbed Luke’s belt with them. He leaned his forehead against Luke’s.
“I want you to stay. I don’t care who knows about it. If you want me to, I’ll go back to the party and make an announcement about it. Anything you want, I’ll do. I want…you to stay and let me show you…how much you mean to me.”
Luke stared at the older man, eyes searching his.
“Do you mean it? You’re not just saying that…”
Han turned his head and caught Luke’s lips in a kiss. It was a gentle kiss, full of promise. Pulling away finally, he looked deeply into the blue eyes.
“Yeah, I mean it. So…come on. We’re wasting time. I would kind of like to get back to what we started earlier. It was kind of interesting…”
“Interesting…”
“Yeah…”
Han tugged him back into the ship, pausing to close the door and key it into lock mode.
“To keep out our admirers…not that I mind them knowing…I don’t but I do mind them watching what I’m about to do to you.”
They made it back into the small sleeping alcove, frantic to get everything off their bodies and limbs twisting together as they tried to touch everywhere at once.
Han pushed Luke down on the bed and took a moment to admire the golden skin before lowering himself on top of him and melding his mouth to his again.
“Damn, you taste good.”
Any thought of holding back now gone from Han’s mind, he let his hands explore the other’s body, tracing sleek, hard muscles with their layering of smooth skin. He thumbed the stiff nipples, lowering his head to lick at each one, smiling at Luke’s reaction.
One of Luke’s hands was holding Han close to him, the other exploring the older man’s body, finding scars here and there and caressing them gently.
Luke had his legs open, arching up so that his cock made contact with Han’s muscled stomach. He moaned at the feel and used his legs to pull Han closer.
“Han…”
Han kissed his lips, licking at them, loving his taste.
“Ohhh, you need it bad don’t you…”
He reached down with one hand and curled his fingers around the hot throbbing flesh. Luke was whimpering, fingers digging painfully into Han’s body. Han tugged, gently at first, and then more firmly and ran his thumb through the pre-cum dripping from the head. He slid quickly down Luke’s body and, using his tongue, lapped away the sticky liquid.
Luke was moaning, his body glistening with sweat and his face flushed. Han shook his head in wonder. If he’d known the boy could sound like that, look like that, he’d have done this months ago.
Han settled himself more comfortably between the young Jedi’s thighs and eyed Luke’s obvious arousal, wondering if his mouth would stretch enough to accommodate it.
“Alright, Luke…I’m no expert at this but I learn fast.”
Luke gasped, back arching as Han opened his mouth wide and slid it over the throbbing, darkening head, tongue caressing the silky skin as he eased further down.
Han growled low in his throat at the other man’s taste. This was going to be good. Holding Luke’s thighs firmly down, he slowly pulled back up and halfway down again, still not able to swallow much of the younger man’s big cock but easily finding a natural rhythm to the motion. He let go of his hold on Luke’s leg to reach under and grasp and gently squeeze Luke’s balls.
“Han…”
Luke’s hands grasped Han’s head, fingers curling and tugging at his hair. Han pulled away to stare at his flushed face and noted that his eyes were a brighter blue than Han had ever seen them.
“Good, huh, Luke? You like that big cock sucked, don’t you?”
“Han…damn you, if you stop now…”
Han laughed. He felt amazing. He couldn’t remember feeling this way in a long time. Hell, maybe never.
Lowering his head he licked at the thick creamy liquid, letting his tongue work eagerly into the slit. Luke grasped his hair harder, trying to arch his hips up to get more of his cock back into Han’s mouth.
Han grinned and gave in, opening his mouth wider and sliding back down over the hot, hard flesh. Luke slowly began to thrust up into Han’s hot, wet mouth. Han moaned at the feel of it, letting the other man thrust deeper.
Then suddenly Luke was pushing him off and scrambling to his knees.
“What…Luke!”
Han pushes up onto his own knees and watches in shock as Luke leaps out of the bed, looking frantically around the small room. His heart was pounding in his chest, mind working frantically to think of what he could have done wrong.
Luke swung back around and Han’s eyes dropped to his cock, still wet from Han’s mouth and so hard it had curved up against his belly. Damn, nothing wrong there. His eyes slid back up Luke’s bare chest to his face to find Luke staring at him with an inquiring look on his face.
“Uh…what’d you say, Luke?”
“Oil?”
“Uh…well…you know where I keep all the engine oil, Luke. It’s in…”
Luke rolled his eyes and Han though for a moment he could hear him counting.
“No! Not the damn engine oil! Some other kind…you know…some kind of lotion or body oil or something.”
It took Han a moment to register what Luke was asking for…and why he might would want it.
“Oh…uh…yeah. Well…there’s…uh…”
Suddenly a circuit connected once again in Han’s abused brain and he snapped his fingers at Luke.
“There’s that oil Chewie uses on his hair! Expensive shit too! I think it’s in the ‘fresher…”
Luke turned and ran down the hallway. Han fell off the bed and crawled to the doorway, head angled to see as much of the young Jedi’s bare backside in motion as he possibly could.
“Hey, you’re gonna give your dick whiplash or something letting it swing like that!”
Han rolled over, propping his back against the wall. He held his head and laughed, feeling on the verge of a kind of hysteria. His own cock nudged his bare stomach and he tugged at it.
“I know, you’ve been neglected…”
“What are you doing down on the floor, Han? Get up and help me with this.”
He looked up to see Luke standing with a bright purple jar in his hand, squinting at the label.
“I can’t read this, Han…what are the ingredients? I don’t think we can use just anything…”
Han sighed and levered himself to his feet to stand looking down at the other man. To think he once thought he knew all about Luke Skywalker…
“It’s fine, Luke, wonderful stuff. Chewie pays top credits for it. It’ll do…whatever it is you want to do…and…uh…what exactly are the details of that?”
Luke looked up at him and gave him a lazy smile.
“I just want your ass oiled up good before I fuck you, Han. I’m thinking of your best interests.”
Han stood for a moment, his face felt oddly froze…and why was it so damn hot in the Falcon? He knew he’d fixed the cooling system just last week…
“Han?”
Of course, the system was getting kind of old and he probably shouldn’t have used all those salvaged parts…
“Han?”
His eyes focused suddenly on Luke’s face.
“Han?”
“Yeah…?”
“It’s okay with you, right? If I…make love to you?”
Luke reached out to touch Han’s face, and then let his fingers slide across his lips and down to his chest, rubbing slow, small circles around his nipples.
Han licked his lips again and swallowed, trying to remember how to make his tongue and mouth work together well enough to speak.
“Yeah…yeah…that’s alright with me…yeah…that sounds good…does it seem too hot in here to you?”
Luke grinned and began opening the small jar.
“Yeah, Han, it’s a little warm but that’s okay. We’ll take a cool shower afterwards.”
“Okay. I fixed the shower too, you know. I used new parts.”
“Good. Now bend over.”
“Uhh…maybe…maybe…uh…I should put the…uh…oil…on myself.”
“Now what fun would that be?”
Slowly Luke backed Han towards the bed.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about this, Han? How many nights I lay awake thinking how it would be to touch you? To learn what your skin feels like? To taste you?”
Luke slid his hand down Han’s hard stomach, tugged briefly at the dark hair, then smiled and reached for Han’s long throbbing dick.
“Uh…a long time?”
“Forever.”
Luke knelt in front of Han and slowly kissed the head of his cock.
Han whimpered, immediately wrapping his hand around the base and squeezing hard.
“Luke…Luke…you can’t…I can’t last…with you doing that!”
Luke smiled up at him and Han felt his heart thud even harder in his chest.
“Then turn around and bend over.”
Wordless this time, Han followed the younger man’s directions. He leaned over the bed, hands spread apart on the covering to hold himself up. He felt Luke stand behind him, then felt a warm caress over his ass. His legs trembled as he felt Luke’s fingers gently touching and probing. He moaned and shifted his legs further apart, hearing the jar open and wondering vaguely how Luke could do it since both his hands were still on Han’s body.
“Relax, Han. I’ll make it good for you.”
Han closed his eyes as he felt Luke’s fingers probe again. He’d tensed, expecting the oil to be cold but it was warm and he sighed as Luke rubbed it into the tight ring of muscle that was still holding him firmly closed.
“Relax, Han…”
Luke rubbed his face against Han’s broad back and kissed the hot skin. Han murmured his name and pushed back against him. Slowly Luke pushed a finger inside him and Han gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. It didn’t hurt…exactly. Luke’s finger gently went in and out of Han’s body, rubbing until Han was thrusting his hips back to meet him.
“Luke…”
“You want more? Tell me, Han…”
“Yeah…more…”
Luke inserted a second finger, thrusting harder now and Han bit his lip at the tight but still not painful fit. Then Luke was turning his fingers, curling them inside Han and the older man felt his knees weaken at the new sensations. Then abruptly Luke pulled away and Han gasped at the sudden loss of contact.
“Luke?”
Han ducked his head and looked under his arm. Then his mouth dropped open. Luke was liberally applying the thick oil to his cock, covering it in long strokes from the base to the dark read head and looking like he was enjoying the job thoroughly.
“Like what you see, Han?”
Luke looked up and gave him a wide grin.
“That’s not gonna fit, Luke. You’re gonna kill me with that thing.”
Luke picked up a shirt off the floor to wipe the remaining oil off his hands.
“Oh, I’m not going to hurt you, Han. But you will know you got fucked.”
He grasped Han’s hips and thrust firmly. For just a moment there was resistance but then he slid in tightly.
Han felt his head spin and his knees go weak. He locked them tightly to keep from crumpling embarrassingly onto the floor.
Luke was gasping, his hands digging into Han’s hips. He thrust firmly into Han again and again.
“Ahhhh…Luke…Luke…”
A low growl rumbled through the small room. Luke kept thrusting.
Then the sound was repeated…a long low Wookiee growl. Followed by a strange chuffling sound. Han’s eyes flew open. He craned his head around to see Chewbacca propped in the doorway.
“Chewie!”
Luke’s cock kept plowing into Han’s ass but he spared a brief glance back at Han’s first mate.
“Sorry, Chewie…kind of busy here. Talk to you later, okay?”
Chewbacca snorted and raised a hand in farewell as he turned from the door. Then he paused and rumbled a few words back at them before marching off down the hallway.
“What did he say, Han?”
“I…I’m not sure.”
He gasped as Luke slammed into a particularly sensitive spot, watching in amusement as a parade of stars danced before his eyes.
“Something…something…about…winning credits…a bet…and…and…shit! Chewie!”
Luke threw back his head and laughed.
Cross-posted to my Journal and other Star Wars communities.
Crossed Signals, Part 1
Crossed Signals, Part 2
Crossed Signals, Part 3
Author: general_solo
Fandom: Star Wars AU
Characters: Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, Leia Organa, Wedge Antilles, Chewbacca
Pairing: Han/Luke
Rating: Rated NC-17 for language and M/M sexual situations.
Warnings: Graphic M/M sexual situations; do not read if this disturbs you.
Word Count: 3497
Disclaimers: I do not own these characters or profit from this. This is a work of fanfiction.
Summary: Han Solo, unsure of his feelings and unsure of his place in his friends’ lives, decides to leave the rebellion. Luke Skywalker wants him to stay.
Crossed Signals, Part 4
They sat in uneasy silence. Leia’s bright brown eyes flickered inquisitively between Han and Luke. Luke was the picture of Jedi calmness, leaning gracefully back in one of the chairs, booted feet crossed at the ankles. Han, on the other hand, well…he looked about as miserable and uncomfortable as he probably felt.
There was a loud crash in the other room.
“I’m okay, I’m okay! I think. Nothing broken…well, not much anyway!”
“You sure, Wedge?”
“Yeah, Luke…”
Wedge Antilles stumbled through the doorway and hurriedly stretched himself out on a low bench. His feet hung off awkwardly but he didn’t seem to mind. His dark hair spiked up in all directions, his shirt was fastened crookedly and his pants appeared to be on backwards.
“I’m fine…”
“Why don’t you take a short nap, Wedge. I’m sure Han wouldn’t mind. He enjoys having friends stay over.”
They all winced at Leia’s overly cheerful and loud voice.
Han closed his eyes for a second. This had to be one of the most ridiculous situations he’d ever gotten himself into. He really couldn’t take much more before he’d run screaming into the night.
“Uh…Leia. Was there something in particular that you wanted…not that your company’s not welcome…but…uh…why are you here…exactly?”
Leia turned her gaze back to Han and she frowned.
“Luke said you were drunk. Is that why you’re talking nonsense?”
“Well…just a little drunk…maybe. Uh, that’s why I came back to the Falcon. To sleep it off. I didn’t know I was having company.”
Han tried to smile at Leia but he could feel the strain on his own face and she was still frowning, eyes razor-sharp. Han wriggled as a thin rivulet of sweat ran down the middle of his back.
“You wanted to sleep it off? And Luke?”
“Luke?”
“Yeah, the guy over there pretending he doesn’t have a care in the world.”
“Why…uh…Luke…yeah, he…uh…helped me back. So I wouldn’t fall…or get lost…or something.”
“Really. And I suppose he stayed around to watch over you while you slept?”
Han lifted his chin. She was deliberately trying to pick a fight with him! Luke sniggered and covered his face with his hand and Han shot him a smoldering glare.
“I guess so. He’s a Jedi, you know. They do odd things sometimes. They’re…uh…protective. And since we’re…uh…friends, that means he’d be protective…over me.”
“I see.”
Wedge gave a choked laugh and turned his face against the cracked leather of the bench seat. Han glowered at him.
“What are you laughing at, Wedge? At least I can still stand up.”
Wedge kept his head down but pulled an arm out to give Han a shaky thumbs-up sign.
Leia turned on her wobbly stool to look at Luke.
“Luke. So you were protecting Han in his inebriated state.”
Luke was looking at his lightsaber, adjusting here and there, rubbing at a miniscule scratch on its shiny surface.
“Of course. Can’t let him wander about on his own in the dark, especially after he drank a couple of Jraf’s pink fizzies.”
“And you stayed around to put him to bed?”
Han shifted uncomfortably, Leia’s words bringing back a swarm of graphic memories. Shit. He wriggled on his seat, pushed against his crotch with the side of his hand until Leia swung a burning look in his direction momentarily.
Swinging her head back to look at Luke, she waited pointedly for his answer.
Luke sighed and clipped his saber to his belt.
“I was tired too and didn’t want to go back to the party. I thought maybe I’d bunk here for the night. I’ve done it before.”
“Yes, while the Falcon’s in space. Not when you have your own private room and bed.”
“Unlike some of us…”
Everyone’s eyes swung to look at the rumpled figure on the bench and Han laughed.
“Can’t see that being an insurmountable problem for you, Wedge.”
“Didn’t say it was…”
Leia sighed heavily, shook her head, and rubbed at a line between her brows.
“I give up. This is ridiculous and I have more important things to discuss with more important people tonight. If you two want to keep playing hide and seek, go right ahead. All it’ll do is extend the betting, which is getting very out of hand, by the way.”
Han stared at Leia as if she’d suddenly grown three heads.
“Betting? What…uh…kind of betting?”
“Oh, no. You’re not getting your answers from me. What do I care if you and Luke have done it before, now, or later, upside down or in the ‘fresher. Makes no difference to me…”
Wedge groaned and turned his head, squinting at the light.
“Don’t tell her anything! She’s bet more than I have! If she loses, she won’t have credits for new clothing for at least two standard years, maybe more.”
Han’s mouth opened and shut silently several times. Luke slanted a concerned look at him.
“What do you mean “done it”…what…what’s that suppose to mean…I mean…that doesn’t even make sense. I…I really don’t know what you people are talking about!”
Han stopped, afraid to say anymore. His breath came in little short gasps and he rubbed at his chest.
Leia stood and shook out her long silk dress. She carefully inspected it for any marks or dirt, the Falcon was not known for its cleanliness.
“Take a deep, slow breath, Han. Maybe you should consult one of the medical staff for some medicine. I’m sure you’re bordering on having anxiety attacks and it’s best to head it off before it gets too serious.”
Stepping over to the bench she glared down at Wedge who had one eye opened and one closed and was drooling copiously onto the leather seat.
“Wedge!”
The young pilot jerked up in surprise, falling halfway off the bench and causing his backward pants to come undone and show one surprisingly hairy ass cheek.
“Yes…yes…I’m here, Princess Leia!”
He managed to pull himself into a standing position though he leaned a bit to one side.
“I need you to escort me back to the party. Do you think you’re capable of that small feat or do I need to send you to the Healers?”
“Oh…uh…of course I’m capable, sir…uh…Princess. Yes, I brought you here, I’ll take you back!”
Leia looked at him doubtfully but headed for the door.
“Come along then but stay downwind of me. You stink and I don’t especially want anyone to think we’re together. Honestly, they do make undergarments, you know. And hair removal creams. You’re really not a bad looking person if you could just repair a few small defects…”
Han listened in stunned silence as the pair made their way out of the ship. When he could no longer hear them, he turned slowly to face Luke. Luke who had an angry twist to his lips and had his lightsaber out again.
“Luke…what was Leia talking about? What bet? I’m sure I know every bet that’s been going around lately…and…uh…I can’t quite place which one she was referring to. And what does it have to do with me and you and…everything else she said? I mean…she must be off her rocker ‘cause she made absolutely no sense…”
Luke stood abruptly and Han felt his stream of words die a quick death in his throat. Luke clipped his saber to his belt once again and then turned to look at Han.
“Is it really so distasteful to you that people might think there’s something between us? That we might be more than friends and have a physical relationship? You were bending over backwards trying to throw Leia off the trail. Her and Wedge are probably having a good laugh about it now.”
Luke paused and ran his hand through his hair.
“This isn’t working. I thought…I thought you wanted the same thing I wanted. Not just a quick easy fuck in hiding and then we pretend we’re still just pals so nobody’ll know. I can’t do that, Han.”
Han stared at him incredulously and a strange, hurt look flitted across the young man’s face.
“Have a safe trip, Han.”
Turning, Luke walked through the door into the other corridor.
He was already to the ramp that led down out of the ship when Han caught up with him and grabbed his arm.
“Luke! Luke…no…no…that’s not how it is…this isn’t what I want…I don’t care what they think…”
Luke jerked his arm free.
“No more of your double-talk, Han…”
“No…listen…Luke…I want…I want you to stay with me…I want…I want you for more than just a friend. I…I want you, Luke Skywalker.”
Reaching out he grabbed Luke again and tugged him closer. His hands were trembling and he grabbed Luke’s belt with them. He leaned his forehead against Luke’s.
“I want you to stay. I don’t care who knows about it. If you want me to, I’ll go back to the party and make an announcement about it. Anything you want, I’ll do. I want…you to stay and let me show you…how much you mean to me.”
Luke stared at the older man, eyes searching his.
“Do you mean it? You’re not just saying that…”
Han turned his head and caught Luke’s lips in a kiss. It was a gentle kiss, full of promise. Pulling away finally, he looked deeply into the blue eyes.
“Yeah, I mean it. So…come on. We’re wasting time. I would kind of like to get back to what we started earlier. It was kind of interesting…”
“Interesting…”
“Yeah…”
Han tugged him back into the ship, pausing to close the door and key it into lock mode.
“To keep out our admirers…not that I mind them knowing…I don’t but I do mind them watching what I’m about to do to you.”
They made it back into the small sleeping alcove, frantic to get everything off their bodies and limbs twisting together as they tried to touch everywhere at once.
Han pushed Luke down on the bed and took a moment to admire the golden skin before lowering himself on top of him and melding his mouth to his again.
“Damn, you taste good.”
Any thought of holding back now gone from Han’s mind, he let his hands explore the other’s body, tracing sleek, hard muscles with their layering of smooth skin. He thumbed the stiff nipples, lowering his head to lick at each one, smiling at Luke’s reaction.
One of Luke’s hands was holding Han close to him, the other exploring the older man’s body, finding scars here and there and caressing them gently.
Luke had his legs open, arching up so that his cock made contact with Han’s muscled stomach. He moaned at the feel and used his legs to pull Han closer.
“Han…”
Han kissed his lips, licking at them, loving his taste.
“Ohhh, you need it bad don’t you…”
He reached down with one hand and curled his fingers around the hot throbbing flesh. Luke was whimpering, fingers digging painfully into Han’s body. Han tugged, gently at first, and then more firmly and ran his thumb through the pre-cum dripping from the head. He slid quickly down Luke’s body and, using his tongue, lapped away the sticky liquid.
Luke was moaning, his body glistening with sweat and his face flushed. Han shook his head in wonder. If he’d known the boy could sound like that, look like that, he’d have done this months ago.
Han settled himself more comfortably between the young Jedi’s thighs and eyed Luke’s obvious arousal, wondering if his mouth would stretch enough to accommodate it.
“Alright, Luke…I’m no expert at this but I learn fast.”
Luke gasped, back arching as Han opened his mouth wide and slid it over the throbbing, darkening head, tongue caressing the silky skin as he eased further down.
Han growled low in his throat at the other man’s taste. This was going to be good. Holding Luke’s thighs firmly down, he slowly pulled back up and halfway down again, still not able to swallow much of the younger man’s big cock but easily finding a natural rhythm to the motion. He let go of his hold on Luke’s leg to reach under and grasp and gently squeeze Luke’s balls.
“Han…”
Luke’s hands grasped Han’s head, fingers curling and tugging at his hair. Han pulled away to stare at his flushed face and noted that his eyes were a brighter blue than Han had ever seen them.
“Good, huh, Luke? You like that big cock sucked, don’t you?”
“Han…damn you, if you stop now…”
Han laughed. He felt amazing. He couldn’t remember feeling this way in a long time. Hell, maybe never.
Lowering his head he licked at the thick creamy liquid, letting his tongue work eagerly into the slit. Luke grasped his hair harder, trying to arch his hips up to get more of his cock back into Han’s mouth.
Han grinned and gave in, opening his mouth wider and sliding back down over the hot, hard flesh. Luke slowly began to thrust up into Han’s hot, wet mouth. Han moaned at the feel of it, letting the other man thrust deeper.
Then suddenly Luke was pushing him off and scrambling to his knees.
“What…Luke!”
Han pushes up onto his own knees and watches in shock as Luke leaps out of the bed, looking frantically around the small room. His heart was pounding in his chest, mind working frantically to think of what he could have done wrong.
Luke swung back around and Han’s eyes dropped to his cock, still wet from Han’s mouth and so hard it had curved up against his belly. Damn, nothing wrong there. His eyes slid back up Luke’s bare chest to his face to find Luke staring at him with an inquiring look on his face.
“Uh…what’d you say, Luke?”
“Oil?”
“Uh…well…you know where I keep all the engine oil, Luke. It’s in…”
Luke rolled his eyes and Han though for a moment he could hear him counting.
“No! Not the damn engine oil! Some other kind…you know…some kind of lotion or body oil or something.”
It took Han a moment to register what Luke was asking for…and why he might would want it.
“Oh…uh…yeah. Well…there’s…uh…”
Suddenly a circuit connected once again in Han’s abused brain and he snapped his fingers at Luke.
“There’s that oil Chewie uses on his hair! Expensive shit too! I think it’s in the ‘fresher…”
Luke turned and ran down the hallway. Han fell off the bed and crawled to the doorway, head angled to see as much of the young Jedi’s bare backside in motion as he possibly could.
“Hey, you’re gonna give your dick whiplash or something letting it swing like that!”
Han rolled over, propping his back against the wall. He held his head and laughed, feeling on the verge of a kind of hysteria. His own cock nudged his bare stomach and he tugged at it.
“I know, you’ve been neglected…”
“What are you doing down on the floor, Han? Get up and help me with this.”
He looked up to see Luke standing with a bright purple jar in his hand, squinting at the label.
“I can’t read this, Han…what are the ingredients? I don’t think we can use just anything…”
Han sighed and levered himself to his feet to stand looking down at the other man. To think he once thought he knew all about Luke Skywalker…
“It’s fine, Luke, wonderful stuff. Chewie pays top credits for it. It’ll do…whatever it is you want to do…and…uh…what exactly are the details of that?”
Luke looked up at him and gave him a lazy smile.
“I just want your ass oiled up good before I fuck you, Han. I’m thinking of your best interests.”
Han stood for a moment, his face felt oddly froze…and why was it so damn hot in the Falcon? He knew he’d fixed the cooling system just last week…
“Han?”
Of course, the system was getting kind of old and he probably shouldn’t have used all those salvaged parts…
“Han?”
His eyes focused suddenly on Luke’s face.
“Han?”
“Yeah…?”
“It’s okay with you, right? If I…make love to you?”
Luke reached out to touch Han’s face, and then let his fingers slide across his lips and down to his chest, rubbing slow, small circles around his nipples.
Han licked his lips again and swallowed, trying to remember how to make his tongue and mouth work together well enough to speak.
“Yeah…yeah…that’s alright with me…yeah…that sounds good…does it seem too hot in here to you?”
Luke grinned and began opening the small jar.
“Yeah, Han, it’s a little warm but that’s okay. We’ll take a cool shower afterwards.”
“Okay. I fixed the shower too, you know. I used new parts.”
“Good. Now bend over.”
“Uhh…maybe…maybe…uh…I should put the…uh…oil…on myself.”
“Now what fun would that be?”
Slowly Luke backed Han towards the bed.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about this, Han? How many nights I lay awake thinking how it would be to touch you? To learn what your skin feels like? To taste you?”
Luke slid his hand down Han’s hard stomach, tugged briefly at the dark hair, then smiled and reached for Han’s long throbbing dick.
“Uh…a long time?”
“Forever.”
Luke knelt in front of Han and slowly kissed the head of his cock.
Han whimpered, immediately wrapping his hand around the base and squeezing hard.
“Luke…Luke…you can’t…I can’t last…with you doing that!”
Luke smiled up at him and Han felt his heart thud even harder in his chest.
“Then turn around and bend over.”
Wordless this time, Han followed the younger man’s directions. He leaned over the bed, hands spread apart on the covering to hold himself up. He felt Luke stand behind him, then felt a warm caress over his ass. His legs trembled as he felt Luke’s fingers gently touching and probing. He moaned and shifted his legs further apart, hearing the jar open and wondering vaguely how Luke could do it since both his hands were still on Han’s body.
“Relax, Han. I’ll make it good for you.”
Han closed his eyes as he felt Luke’s fingers probe again. He’d tensed, expecting the oil to be cold but it was warm and he sighed as Luke rubbed it into the tight ring of muscle that was still holding him firmly closed.
“Relax, Han…”
Luke rubbed his face against Han’s broad back and kissed the hot skin. Han murmured his name and pushed back against him. Slowly Luke pushed a finger inside him and Han gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. It didn’t hurt…exactly. Luke’s finger gently went in and out of Han’s body, rubbing until Han was thrusting his hips back to meet him.
“Luke…”
“You want more? Tell me, Han…”
“Yeah…more…”
Luke inserted a second finger, thrusting harder now and Han bit his lip at the tight but still not painful fit. Then Luke was turning his fingers, curling them inside Han and the older man felt his knees weaken at the new sensations. Then abruptly Luke pulled away and Han gasped at the sudden loss of contact.
“Luke?”
Han ducked his head and looked under his arm. Then his mouth dropped open. Luke was liberally applying the thick oil to his cock, covering it in long strokes from the base to the dark read head and looking like he was enjoying the job thoroughly.
“Like what you see, Han?”
Luke looked up and gave him a wide grin.
“That’s not gonna fit, Luke. You’re gonna kill me with that thing.”
Luke picked up a shirt off the floor to wipe the remaining oil off his hands.
“Oh, I’m not going to hurt you, Han. But you will know you got fucked.”
He grasped Han’s hips and thrust firmly. For just a moment there was resistance but then he slid in tightly.
Han felt his head spin and his knees go weak. He locked them tightly to keep from crumpling embarrassingly onto the floor.
Luke was gasping, his hands digging into Han’s hips. He thrust firmly into Han again and again.
“Ahhhh…Luke…Luke…”
A low growl rumbled through the small room. Luke kept thrusting.
Then the sound was repeated…a long low Wookiee growl. Followed by a strange chuffling sound. Han’s eyes flew open. He craned his head around to see Chewbacca propped in the doorway.
“Chewie!”
Luke’s cock kept plowing into Han’s ass but he spared a brief glance back at Han’s first mate.
“Sorry, Chewie…kind of busy here. Talk to you later, okay?”
Chewbacca snorted and raised a hand in farewell as he turned from the door. Then he paused and rumbled a few words back at them before marching off down the hallway.
“What did he say, Han?”
“I…I’m not sure.”
He gasped as Luke slammed into a particularly sensitive spot, watching in amusement as a parade of stars danced before his eyes.
“Something…something…about…winning credits…a bet…and…and…shit! Chewie!”
Luke threw back his head and laughed.
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