That Damn Kid

Here's a fic written for the swfqf challenge 66: "S/he doesn't feel quite like him/herself, but is it natural or someone using the force to affect him/her?" Character: Han.

Title: That Damn Kid

Time period: some time after ROTJ

Pairing: Han/Luke

Warnings: slash!

THAT DAMN KID

Seven hells, this is not me.

I don't waste my time looking at the night sky and sighing.

I don't sing silly love songs.

I don't loose my appetite just because I have to eat by myself.

And, most of all, I don't daydream.

Damn hells, this is not me.

We're eating out tonight. Yeah, I know, this is no news – we've been out together many times before. After all, we're friends! This time it's different, though. The kid wants it to be a date: he made a reservation in one of those fancy restaurants Leia usually goes; he even said he was going to pick me up.

And I accepted.

This is ridiculous.

Now here I am, checking myself in the mirror like a stupid teenager and gods help me, I can't recognize my own face.

There's a silly, "kick-me-I'm-stupid" look in my eyes and I can't get rid of it.

My hair is impeccably combed. It took me more than half an hour to shave – I usually manage it in less than ten minutes! My clothes are not so different from what I usually wear, but they are brand new.

Guess I'm ready.

I take a look at the chrono. It's almost time.

My hands are cold – the fingertips feel like ice. My stomach churns and growls. I'm nervous.

This is all his fault! That damn kid… he's using that mumbo-jumbo of his, I'm sure.

He's been nothing but trouble since day one. All right, I admit he never needed the Force to affect me - one look at those big blue eyes and I found myself doing the most idiotic things.

But lately, things are getting outta control… this ain't normal!

I feel like sending him flowers. A moment of distraction and I'm writing his name over and over in my personal log. Me! Han Solo, captain of the Millennium Falcon!

He's in my dreams, every night: he smiles and flings himself at me just the way he did back on Yavin, after the destruction of the Death Star. But this time his arms wrap around me in a much more intimate way and he rests his head on my shoulder. I feel his warm breath on my neck and it makes me shiver. His silky, baby soft hair brushes my face in a light caress. Something like electric shocks run through my body. In an instant I'm hot and hard as hell.

Then, we kiss.

And make love.

There are no words to describe the feeling. It's too real. It's too damn good. It's not normal. I've been having these dreams and waking up sweating and covered in come every night – and that at my age!

Damn kid must be using the Force on me, there's no other explanation for the things I've been doing and feeling…

Why would he do that? Because the little twitch wants me.

I told him it was a mistake. I told him it wouldn't work. I tried to knock some sense in that lovely blond head, to no avail. He's decided I'm his and what Luke Skywalker wants, Luke Skywalker gets.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I just love him, plain and simple. Maybe it's just love that's driving me nuts. Maybe… but…

No. No! Corellians don't love like this. The one and only real love a Corellian has is Miss Freedom. I'm my own man and no lover's gonna change that. Han Solo, smuggler, Kessel Run record-breaker, can't fall head over heels for a boy just like that!

No, sir. Not me.

"Han?"

There he is, waiting for me at my door with a bright smile on his face. He's all dressed in white and blue today, because I told him I didn't like to see him in black and damn if he doesn't look gorgeous. His crystal clear eyes stare at me. I feel a prickle at the back of my head.

And suddenly, realization dawns on me.

Who cares if he's using the Force? I'd fallen in love with him long before he became a Jedi. I fell for him the very first time we met in that crappy Cantina in Mos Eisley.

"Han, what's wrong?"

His smile falters, his eyes widen a little in apprehension. For a moment he is a teenager again, insecure and terrified at the mere possibility of rejection.

Without a word, I just wrap my arms around him and drag him to my bedroom.

Then, we kiss.

And make love.

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