Crossed Signals, Part 3/4, Star Wars AU, Han/Luke, Rated NC-17
TITLE: Crossed Signals, Part 3/4
AUTHOR: general_solo
FANDOM: Star Wars AU
CHARACTERS: Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa
PAIRING: Han/Luke
RATING: Rated NC-17 for language and M/M sexual situation.
WARNINGS: M/M sexual intimacy; a little bad language. Don't read if this bothers you.
WORD COUNT: 2500
DISCLAIMERS: I don’t own these characters. I don’t make any profit from them. This is a work of fiction for my own enjoyment.
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 3
“Luke…I…thought you were Chewie…”
“Chewie’s on his way to the infirmary. He injured…his back.”
Although Luke’s words were mild, Han could hear the strain behind them, could feel the anger coming off the young Jedi in rolling waves.
“Oh…did he? Well, I did warn him…”
Luke continued to look at Han, arms crossed now, legs apart. His jaw was clenched tight, and his lips were twisted into a thin line. Oh, yeah, Han thought. I’m so screwed.
“Did you happen to mention to him that you two were leaving? That is what you’re doing, right? Even though you said you wouldn’t.”
“Listen, kid…I know I said I wouldn’t leave just yet…but…it’s for the best. I don’t belong here. And you know Jabba has people looking for me. I…don’t want to bring my troubles down on these people. Leia’s worked so hard…”
“So it’s Leia you’re worried about…”
Luke turned suddenly to walk over to a brightly lit control panel. It must have been Han’s imagination that the tiny colored lights seemed to brighten even more with Luke’s nearness. He held a hand out, touched first a green light, then a blue.
“Well…sure I’m worried about her…and the others too. They’re up against steep odds and I don’t want to add to that. I’m a liability now, Luke. It’s best if I go and make it known that I’m no longer with the Rebellion. I’m just…not cut out for this anyway. I’m used to being on my own.”
Han stood abruptly and everything spun for a moment. Yeah…really shouldn’t have had that last pink drink. Got to remember…no pink drinks. He straightened carefully, walked towards the front of his ship.
“So…uh…you think Chewie’ll get fixed up pretty quick or do I need to go check on him?”
At first there was no answer and Han thought Luke hadn’t followed him or, better yet, had left the ship. Han’s luck didn’t seem too good though and he jumped when Luke spoke from nearby. He was so damn creepy with that Jedi shit of his.
“Are you in such a hurry that you can’t wait until Chewie gets a little medical attention?”
“Ahhh…now that’s a low blow, Luke.”
Han turned his head to see Luke alarmingly close, eyes still burning bright blue but with a new glitter Han couldn’t quite read. Not that he was good at reading anything about Luke lately. But the prickles running up and down his spine said maybe he wasn’t quite off the hook yet and a little more smooth talking was still required.
He sighed and seated himself on top of a console. Luke moved immediately closer and Han found himself suddenly looking up a little instead of down as he usually did. Luke was very close, overwhelmingly so, and Han shifted, trying to put a little more space between them. He was also trapped, unable to get back up without forcibly pushing the other man out of the way.
Luke reached a hand out, picked a bit of fuzz off Han’s collar. Han’s throat tightened and all of a sudden it felt too stifling in the ship though he’d turned the coolers on earlier. It was rare he’d been in such close contact with the other man before, now it had happened twice in one day. He could feel the heat off his body, smell whatever he used to clean with. The blue eyes were mesmerizing and Han vaguely wondered if Luke were using some of his Jedi hoodoo on him.
“Hey, buddy…I know you’ve got this Jedi thing going but you do know it’s not fair to use it on your friends…right?”
A little smile softened Luke’s lips and Han licked his own as his gaze was drawn to them.
“I thought you didn’t believe in Jedi, Han. Besides, we both know I’m not a Jedi yet. A few hours training does not a Jedi make.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t know about that and you still didn’t answer my question.”
Luke sighed, shifted even closer, his legs pressed against Han’s knees now.
The muscles in Han’s thighs jerked at the close contact and he wondered how in hell he was going to hide the noticeably growing bulge in his pants.
The hand that had been picking at his collar suddenly slid down over his shoulder, fingers gently digging into tight muscles through the thin shirt. The other hand was suddenly on the other shoulder and Luke had somehow managed to insert himself between Han’s legs.
Han’s senses were overloading on a lot of information, some of which was clearly incorrect. Because what he was thinking couldn’t possibly be correct. Han’s hands seemed to rise of their own volition but, using all his willpower, Han clenched them and resisted the urge to grab the other and pull him even closer.
“Luke…”
“What would it take to get you to change your mind, Han? Leia, maybe? Or…something else?”
“I don’t know what you mean, Luke. Leia’s not going to change my mind.”
“Then what about me? Can I change your mind?”
Luke was pressing closer now, forcing Han into the choice of either pushing him away…or grabbing on. After a moment Han put a hand up against Luke’s chest and gave a hesitant push, only to have his hand grabbed in a vise-like grip.
“Can I, Han?”
Luke leaned forward across the small space that separated them…and brushed his lips against Han’s.
He was dying, that was it, Han thought. His heart was racing so fast he must be having some kind of cardiac meltdown due to the combination of too much drinking of unknown substances and the fantastic hallucination he was currently experiencing.
“I’m dreaming…this isn’t real.”
Luke laughed softly, smiling now as he glued himself to Han’s chest.
“Well, is it a good dream or a bad dream?”
“Oh…it’s good…it’s…wonderful…it’s…”
Luke leaned in and kissed him again, mouth hot against Han’s. He had let go of Han’s hand and snaked both arms around him. His crotch was pressed firmly against Han’s and doing some kind of rubbing thing that was sending alarms ringing through Han’s body.
Han’s hands had rebelled against his earlier orders, one grasped Luke around the neck and the other molded to his lower back. Luke moaned low in his throat.
Han pulled his mouth away from Luke’s for a moment. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get enough air in his lungs.
“Luke…this is crazy…we can’t…”
“It’s not crazy. We can do anything we want…”
Luke leaned nearer, trying to capture Han’s mouth again.
“What about Leia?”
Luke froze, a strange look flickering across his face. Slowly he pushed himself away and Han could have screamed at the sudden loss of contact.
“Leia…”
Han pushed himself to a standing position, legs wobbling so much he had to lock his knees.
“Yeah, Leia. Look, Luke…I know how much you care about her…I’ve got eyes, I can see it. I…I don’t want you to mess things up with her just ‘cause you think maybe you’ve found a way to keep me from leaving.”
Luke had tilted his head and was staring at Han as if he’d just sprouted lekku growing out of his head.
“I mean…you know…you and Leia could have something special…raise a new batch of Jedi…”
“I don’t like her that way.”
Luke’s voice was abrupt and he was glaring at Han with sudden anger in his eyes.
“Uh…you don’t?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“That’s just not the way it is between us. And besides, you’re the one that’s always gawking at her like she’s the best thing you’ve ever seen!”
“I do not!”
“You were looking at her at the party.”
“Yeah, well…she was very beautiful but then she always is.”
“I see.”
An idea was suddenly forming in Han’s head. An impossible, but wonderful idea. He was jealous. Luke Skywalker was jealous. Over him…Han Solo. He threw his head back and laughed.
Luke’s blue eyes were blazing and his cheeks were flushed red. He seemed to take offense at Han’s laugh, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
“And what makes you think I’d try to keep you from leaving, anyway. You’ve made it clear you don’t want to be a part of…anything. You know…that’s what you should do…just go on back to wherever you came from. We’ll all be just fine without you…”
Han grabbed the front of Luke’s shirt and jerked him close.
“Is that what you want me to do? A minute ago you were giving me the best kiss of my life…maybe…maybe I want a little more of that.”
“More than you want to leave? More than you want…Leia?”
“Luke…Leia’s not what I’ve been wanting…”
“Then what do you want? Me?”
Slowly Luke reached out with both hands and pulled Han’s head down to his. Their lips touched, more gently than before, slowly tasting. Luke ran his tongue over Han’s lips, pushed inside to touch his.
Then Luke’s hands were sliding around Han’s back and pulling his shirt loose enough that he could touch Han’s bare skin. Then he was backing Han towards the crew quarters and into a small alcove, which contained a narrow bed.
“Luke…I think…”
“Just shut up and don’t think for a while! And don’t talk anymore either!”
“Luke…yeah…okay…”
The back of Han’s knees hit the edge of the bed and Luke pushed him hard down onto his back. Quickly Luke straddled him and leaned over for another kiss as his fingers worked at the fastenings of Han’s shirt and pants.
If Han had thought his senses were going crazy earlier…well, that was nothing compared to what was now happening. His hands seemed to have a will of their own and were quite firmly caressing the young Jedi’s ass and his hips were thrusting up, trying to get the best contact possible with Luke’s crotch.
Finally getting Han’s shirt open, Luke ran first his hands, then his mouth, over the smooth, pale skin. His tongue flicked at the hard nipples and he drew one in his mouth to firmly suck.
“Ahhhhh…Luke…Luke…you can’t…I can’t last with you doing that!”
Luke laughed and gave the nipple a last sharp nip.
“Alright…I’ll find something else…”
He tugged open Han’s pants, pushed aside the snug-fitting undergarments. It he had any doubts about Han wanting him, they were quickly done away with by the sight of the hard cock that strained upward towards Han’s belly.
Luke ran a finger up the long vein showing on the hardened flesh and Han’s hips bucked so hard that Luke almost lost his balance.
“Little…sensitive…aren’t you, Han? If you can’t stand for me to touch it with my finger, what are you going to do when I touch it with my mouth?”
Han knew somewhere in his scrambled brain that he was lying there with his mouth hanging open and probably looking like the biggest idiot in the galaxy while Luke Skywalker knelt between his legs and rubbed his calloused fingers on Han’s twitching dick. Concentrating very hard, he managed to snap his mouth shut. Now if he could only find his voice…
“Your mouth…?”
Well, it was a start, though that funny croak didn’t really sound too much like Han Solo. Luke was laughing at him openly now, hand gently tugging at Han, thumb finding the wet slit on the end.
“Yes, my mouth. Very handy thing to have. Along with my tongue.”
Han watched in fascination as Luke’s head bent down. Watched as his tongue flickered out to draw a wet line along the same lines his fingers had explored.
“I…am…so screwed…”
Luke looked back up at him, eyes darker than before and all traces of laughter gone.
“You got that right, Han Solo.”
Han’s heart seemed to actually physically stutter at the young man’s words and the possessiveness evident in his voice and on his face.
“Unless, of course, you have somewhere else you need to be…”
“Oh, uh…no…no…this is good right here.”
His words ended in a startled yelp as Luke lowered his head again to take the head of Han’s cock firmly in his mouth, one hand holding the base and the other cupping Han’s balls. His tongue swirled over the hot skin and then dipped into the opening to lick at the white liquid oozing out. Then he ran his tongue around the edge and underneath to a certain little spot that had Han arching up off the bed again.
One of Han’s hands dug into the side of the bed, the other reached down to pull the young Jedi off him and up towards his face. Luke was momentarily caught off balance and fell across Han’s chest.
“Where…the fuck did you learn how to do that? Who’ve you been practicing on? You might as well tell me ‘cause I’m going to kick his ass all over this damn piece of shit planet!”
Luke slapped Han’s arm away and sat up to where he was straddling his abdomen.
“Don’t be an idiot.”
“Then how do you know…”
Luke put a hand firmly over the older man’s mouth. Han could smell his own scent on the hand and it made his body thrum with a sudden pleasure.
“Han…I simply did to you what I like done to me. Or tried to anyway before you got all crazy on me. No big mystery.”
Han glared at him, searching Luke’s face for anything hinting at a lie. Just the thought of Luke touching someone else, another man made his blood boil in his veins.
Luke pulled his hand away and leaned forward until they were nose to nose.
“Now…are you ready to go back to what we were doing?”
“Uhh…yeah…that would be good…you…”
“Han! Luke! Where are you?”
Both men froze as Leia’s voice filtered through the ship. They simultaneously turned their heads to look at the open doorway.
“Han Solo! Luke! Yeah…I know they’re here somewhere…”
There was the murmur of another voice in reply.
“…down this way…”
Luke scrambled off Han, nearly falling as he made for the room’s opening.
Han was bucking up and down on the bed, this time trying to force his still throbbing, and rock-hard dick back into his too tight pants without doing any kind of permanent injury.
“Luke! Keep her busy…tell her…tell her I’m drunk or something…”
Without a backward glance the Jedi sprinted down the hallway. Han could hear Leia’s voice as she met up with Luke in the main corridor.
Pushing awkwardly up off the low bed, he stood in the middle of the room looking down at the front of his pants. Not good.
“…you say he’s drunk again…no, I’ll see for myself…”
Han closed his eyes.
“I really am screwed.”
Crossed Signals, Part 1
Crossed Signals, Part 2
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Okay…I know it was originally supposed to be three parts and you’re expecting it to end with this one but…it wouldn’t all fit so there will have to be a Part 4. Unless you want me to leave out all the smutty stuff…
AUTHOR: general_solo
FANDOM: Star Wars AU
CHARACTERS: Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa
PAIRING: Han/Luke
RATING: Rated NC-17 for language and M/M sexual situation.
WARNINGS: M/M sexual intimacy; a little bad language. Don't read if this bothers you.
WORD COUNT: 2500
DISCLAIMERS: I don’t own these characters. I don’t make any profit from them. This is a work of fiction for my own enjoyment.
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 3
“Luke…I…thought you were Chewie…”
“Chewie’s on his way to the infirmary. He injured…his back.”
Although Luke’s words were mild, Han could hear the strain behind them, could feel the anger coming off the young Jedi in rolling waves.
“Oh…did he? Well, I did warn him…”
Luke continued to look at Han, arms crossed now, legs apart. His jaw was clenched tight, and his lips were twisted into a thin line. Oh, yeah, Han thought. I’m so screwed.
“Did you happen to mention to him that you two were leaving? That is what you’re doing, right? Even though you said you wouldn’t.”
“Listen, kid…I know I said I wouldn’t leave just yet…but…it’s for the best. I don’t belong here. And you know Jabba has people looking for me. I…don’t want to bring my troubles down on these people. Leia’s worked so hard…”
“So it’s Leia you’re worried about…”
Luke turned suddenly to walk over to a brightly lit control panel. It must have been Han’s imagination that the tiny colored lights seemed to brighten even more with Luke’s nearness. He held a hand out, touched first a green light, then a blue.
“Well…sure I’m worried about her…and the others too. They’re up against steep odds and I don’t want to add to that. I’m a liability now, Luke. It’s best if I go and make it known that I’m no longer with the Rebellion. I’m just…not cut out for this anyway. I’m used to being on my own.”
Han stood abruptly and everything spun for a moment. Yeah…really shouldn’t have had that last pink drink. Got to remember…no pink drinks. He straightened carefully, walked towards the front of his ship.
“So…uh…you think Chewie’ll get fixed up pretty quick or do I need to go check on him?”
At first there was no answer and Han thought Luke hadn’t followed him or, better yet, had left the ship. Han’s luck didn’t seem too good though and he jumped when Luke spoke from nearby. He was so damn creepy with that Jedi shit of his.
“Are you in such a hurry that you can’t wait until Chewie gets a little medical attention?”
“Ahhh…now that’s a low blow, Luke.”
Han turned his head to see Luke alarmingly close, eyes still burning bright blue but with a new glitter Han couldn’t quite read. Not that he was good at reading anything about Luke lately. But the prickles running up and down his spine said maybe he wasn’t quite off the hook yet and a little more smooth talking was still required.
He sighed and seated himself on top of a console. Luke moved immediately closer and Han found himself suddenly looking up a little instead of down as he usually did. Luke was very close, overwhelmingly so, and Han shifted, trying to put a little more space between them. He was also trapped, unable to get back up without forcibly pushing the other man out of the way.
Luke reached a hand out, picked a bit of fuzz off Han’s collar. Han’s throat tightened and all of a sudden it felt too stifling in the ship though he’d turned the coolers on earlier. It was rare he’d been in such close contact with the other man before, now it had happened twice in one day. He could feel the heat off his body, smell whatever he used to clean with. The blue eyes were mesmerizing and Han vaguely wondered if Luke were using some of his Jedi hoodoo on him.
“Hey, buddy…I know you’ve got this Jedi thing going but you do know it’s not fair to use it on your friends…right?”
A little smile softened Luke’s lips and Han licked his own as his gaze was drawn to them.
“I thought you didn’t believe in Jedi, Han. Besides, we both know I’m not a Jedi yet. A few hours training does not a Jedi make.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t know about that and you still didn’t answer my question.”
Luke sighed, shifted even closer, his legs pressed against Han’s knees now.
The muscles in Han’s thighs jerked at the close contact and he wondered how in hell he was going to hide the noticeably growing bulge in his pants.
The hand that had been picking at his collar suddenly slid down over his shoulder, fingers gently digging into tight muscles through the thin shirt. The other hand was suddenly on the other shoulder and Luke had somehow managed to insert himself between Han’s legs.
Han’s senses were overloading on a lot of information, some of which was clearly incorrect. Because what he was thinking couldn’t possibly be correct. Han’s hands seemed to rise of their own volition but, using all his willpower, Han clenched them and resisted the urge to grab the other and pull him even closer.
“Luke…”
“What would it take to get you to change your mind, Han? Leia, maybe? Or…something else?”
“I don’t know what you mean, Luke. Leia’s not going to change my mind.”
“Then what about me? Can I change your mind?”
Luke was pressing closer now, forcing Han into the choice of either pushing him away…or grabbing on. After a moment Han put a hand up against Luke’s chest and gave a hesitant push, only to have his hand grabbed in a vise-like grip.
“Can I, Han?”
Luke leaned forward across the small space that separated them…and brushed his lips against Han’s.
He was dying, that was it, Han thought. His heart was racing so fast he must be having some kind of cardiac meltdown due to the combination of too much drinking of unknown substances and the fantastic hallucination he was currently experiencing.
“I’m dreaming…this isn’t real.”
Luke laughed softly, smiling now as he glued himself to Han’s chest.
“Well, is it a good dream or a bad dream?”
“Oh…it’s good…it’s…wonderful…it’s…”
Luke leaned in and kissed him again, mouth hot against Han’s. He had let go of Han’s hand and snaked both arms around him. His crotch was pressed firmly against Han’s and doing some kind of rubbing thing that was sending alarms ringing through Han’s body.
Han’s hands had rebelled against his earlier orders, one grasped Luke around the neck and the other molded to his lower back. Luke moaned low in his throat.
Han pulled his mouth away from Luke’s for a moment. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get enough air in his lungs.
“Luke…this is crazy…we can’t…”
“It’s not crazy. We can do anything we want…”
Luke leaned nearer, trying to capture Han’s mouth again.
“What about Leia?”
Luke froze, a strange look flickering across his face. Slowly he pushed himself away and Han could have screamed at the sudden loss of contact.
“Leia…”
Han pushed himself to a standing position, legs wobbling so much he had to lock his knees.
“Yeah, Leia. Look, Luke…I know how much you care about her…I’ve got eyes, I can see it. I…I don’t want you to mess things up with her just ‘cause you think maybe you’ve found a way to keep me from leaving.”
Luke had tilted his head and was staring at Han as if he’d just sprouted lekku growing out of his head.
“I mean…you know…you and Leia could have something special…raise a new batch of Jedi…”
“I don’t like her that way.”
Luke’s voice was abrupt and he was glaring at Han with sudden anger in his eyes.
“Uh…you don’t?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“That’s just not the way it is between us. And besides, you’re the one that’s always gawking at her like she’s the best thing you’ve ever seen!”
“I do not!”
“You were looking at her at the party.”
“Yeah, well…she was very beautiful but then she always is.”
“I see.”
An idea was suddenly forming in Han’s head. An impossible, but wonderful idea. He was jealous. Luke Skywalker was jealous. Over him…Han Solo. He threw his head back and laughed.
Luke’s blue eyes were blazing and his cheeks were flushed red. He seemed to take offense at Han’s laugh, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
“And what makes you think I’d try to keep you from leaving, anyway. You’ve made it clear you don’t want to be a part of…anything. You know…that’s what you should do…just go on back to wherever you came from. We’ll all be just fine without you…”
Han grabbed the front of Luke’s shirt and jerked him close.
“Is that what you want me to do? A minute ago you were giving me the best kiss of my life…maybe…maybe I want a little more of that.”
“More than you want to leave? More than you want…Leia?”
“Luke…Leia’s not what I’ve been wanting…”
“Then what do you want? Me?”
Slowly Luke reached out with both hands and pulled Han’s head down to his. Their lips touched, more gently than before, slowly tasting. Luke ran his tongue over Han’s lips, pushed inside to touch his.
Then Luke’s hands were sliding around Han’s back and pulling his shirt loose enough that he could touch Han’s bare skin. Then he was backing Han towards the crew quarters and into a small alcove, which contained a narrow bed.
“Luke…I think…”
“Just shut up and don’t think for a while! And don’t talk anymore either!”
“Luke…yeah…okay…”
The back of Han’s knees hit the edge of the bed and Luke pushed him hard down onto his back. Quickly Luke straddled him and leaned over for another kiss as his fingers worked at the fastenings of Han’s shirt and pants.
If Han had thought his senses were going crazy earlier…well, that was nothing compared to what was now happening. His hands seemed to have a will of their own and were quite firmly caressing the young Jedi’s ass and his hips were thrusting up, trying to get the best contact possible with Luke’s crotch.
Finally getting Han’s shirt open, Luke ran first his hands, then his mouth, over the smooth, pale skin. His tongue flicked at the hard nipples and he drew one in his mouth to firmly suck.
“Ahhhhh…Luke…Luke…you can’t…I can’t last with you doing that!”
Luke laughed and gave the nipple a last sharp nip.
“Alright…I’ll find something else…”
He tugged open Han’s pants, pushed aside the snug-fitting undergarments. It he had any doubts about Han wanting him, they were quickly done away with by the sight of the hard cock that strained upward towards Han’s belly.
Luke ran a finger up the long vein showing on the hardened flesh and Han’s hips bucked so hard that Luke almost lost his balance.
“Little…sensitive…aren’t you, Han? If you can’t stand for me to touch it with my finger, what are you going to do when I touch it with my mouth?”
Han knew somewhere in his scrambled brain that he was lying there with his mouth hanging open and probably looking like the biggest idiot in the galaxy while Luke Skywalker knelt between his legs and rubbed his calloused fingers on Han’s twitching dick. Concentrating very hard, he managed to snap his mouth shut. Now if he could only find his voice…
“Your mouth…?”
Well, it was a start, though that funny croak didn’t really sound too much like Han Solo. Luke was laughing at him openly now, hand gently tugging at Han, thumb finding the wet slit on the end.
“Yes, my mouth. Very handy thing to have. Along with my tongue.”
Han watched in fascination as Luke’s head bent down. Watched as his tongue flickered out to draw a wet line along the same lines his fingers had explored.
“I…am…so screwed…”
Luke looked back up at him, eyes darker than before and all traces of laughter gone.
“You got that right, Han Solo.”
Han’s heart seemed to actually physically stutter at the young man’s words and the possessiveness evident in his voice and on his face.
“Unless, of course, you have somewhere else you need to be…”
“Oh, uh…no…no…this is good right here.”
His words ended in a startled yelp as Luke lowered his head again to take the head of Han’s cock firmly in his mouth, one hand holding the base and the other cupping Han’s balls. His tongue swirled over the hot skin and then dipped into the opening to lick at the white liquid oozing out. Then he ran his tongue around the edge and underneath to a certain little spot that had Han arching up off the bed again.
One of Han’s hands dug into the side of the bed, the other reached down to pull the young Jedi off him and up towards his face. Luke was momentarily caught off balance and fell across Han’s chest.
“Where…the fuck did you learn how to do that? Who’ve you been practicing on? You might as well tell me ‘cause I’m going to kick his ass all over this damn piece of shit planet!”
Luke slapped Han’s arm away and sat up to where he was straddling his abdomen.
“Don’t be an idiot.”
“Then how do you know…”
Luke put a hand firmly over the older man’s mouth. Han could smell his own scent on the hand and it made his body thrum with a sudden pleasure.
“Han…I simply did to you what I like done to me. Or tried to anyway before you got all crazy on me. No big mystery.”
Han glared at him, searching Luke’s face for anything hinting at a lie. Just the thought of Luke touching someone else, another man made his blood boil in his veins.
Luke pulled his hand away and leaned forward until they were nose to nose.
“Now…are you ready to go back to what we were doing?”
“Uhh…yeah…that would be good…you…”
“Han! Luke! Where are you?”
Both men froze as Leia’s voice filtered through the ship. They simultaneously turned their heads to look at the open doorway.
“Han Solo! Luke! Yeah…I know they’re here somewhere…”
There was the murmur of another voice in reply.
“…down this way…”
Luke scrambled off Han, nearly falling as he made for the room’s opening.
Han was bucking up and down on the bed, this time trying to force his still throbbing, and rock-hard dick back into his too tight pants without doing any kind of permanent injury.
“Luke! Keep her busy…tell her…tell her I’m drunk or something…”
Without a backward glance the Jedi sprinted down the hallway. Han could hear Leia’s voice as she met up with Luke in the main corridor.
Pushing awkwardly up off the low bed, he stood in the middle of the room looking down at the front of his pants. Not good.
“…you say he’s drunk again…no, I’ll see for myself…”
Han closed his eyes.
“I really am screwed.”
Crossed Signals, Part 1
Crossed Signals, Part 2
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Okay…I know it was originally supposed to be three parts and you’re expecting it to end with this one but…it wouldn’t all fit so there will have to be a Part 4. Unless you want me to leave out all the smutty stuff…