DREAMER part 2
Author:
Lia
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Rating: NC-17 or M
Timeline: shortly after ROTJ
Disclaimer: Luke, Han and the whole Star Wars Universe belongs to George Lucas.
Pity.
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Luke was drifting in the
foggy zone between sleep and awareness when a strange and very physical sensation
invaded the tangle of meaningless dreams and memories he was in. Something warm
and soft brushing his lips, gentle and insistent, making him sigh in confused
pleasure. Suddenly it was inside his mouth, caressing, exploring, and rough
fingers were tracing slow, aimless paths on his face. He never thought kissing
could feel so good... huh? Kissing? But he was in a safe house and the only
other human being allowed in there besides himself was...
Blue eyes opened and blinked incredulously.
Han.
It had to be a dream. One of those wet dreams he's been having once in a while
ever since he first met the Corellian. After all, Luke Skywalker never
got what he wanted so easily – the things he wanted most were usually either
totally out of reach or very close to it. No, it had to be a dream. He was dreaming
that Han had kissed him and now was staring at him. His face was so different.
So soft and vulnerable and... and...
“Beautiful.” he was startled by his own voice, hoarse and still heavy
with sleep. Gods, had he said that aloud?
The young Jedi raised a hand hesitantly and touched the other man's kiss-swollen
lips. He was shocked to feel hot, wet and very real flesh.
Han kissed me... He really kissed me!
His heart was now beating at light-speed, engulfed in a mix of exhilaration
and terror; he felt dizzy with the turmoil of contradictory feelings and sensations.
Oh boy, what was he to do now? Should he say something, should he keep quiet,
should he... Then, he remembered something Ben Kenobi used to say when teaching
him the Jedi ways.
Don't think, do.
Han was stunned by his own actions, mentally kicking himself for letting his
body make decisions instead of his brains. But when the kid gave a very shy
smile and upturned his face, like offering for another kiss all rational thoughts
flew away for good.
They kissed again, slowly and passionately, and this time the Corellian managed
to sneak a hand inside Luke's shirt for more skin contact. Sighing softly the
young Jedi arched, responding to the touch. The feeling of warm flesh moving
voluptuously under his palm only made him crave more and more for that slender,
beautiful body. He wanted desperately to strip the boy and screw him senseless.
He wanted to hear the kid moan and pant and scream in raw pleasure. He wanted...
but that was Luke, his best friend, who had been seriously ill and was now physically
and emotionally vulnerable.
He couldn't take advantage of that.
It took all his will not to go any further. With a deep breath Han sat up.
“Hells... I'm sorry, kid.” he managed to say that with a reasonably
steady voice.
“It's... it's Ok.” Luke lowered his eyes, suddenly embarrased. Sith,
what was he thinking rubbing himself shamelessly against his friend, letting
himself be carried away like some cheap slut... what if he had misunderstood
Han's behavior? What if kisses were only a sign of friendly affection for Corellians?
He never saw Han kissing another man in all those years but then, the man always
said he had no real friends other than Chewbacca and...
“Hey.”
A light caress on his face brought Luke back from his confused thoughts. The
Corellian was looking at him with that very familiar lopsided grin. The sarcastic
retort that usually followed never came, though.
“You didn't do anything wrong, kid.”
“Huh?”
“Just wanted to go slow for a change. You've been through a lot, I don't
wanna mess up with your head on top of it.”
“But...” Luke tried to say that there was no need to go slow, that
he had always longed for more than pure friendship from Han. Always. Since their
first meeting in that stinking cantina in Mos Eisley... His brain didn't cooperate,
though, and he found himself unable to find the right words.
“No brooding about it, Ok? We gotta get you fully recovered first.”
the Corellian swatted him playfully. “Now, make room. I wanna lie down
and watch a holo.”
With a small smile, the young Jedi shifted a little so that his friend could
settle down by his side.
When Artoo passed by the living room on his way to the kitchen he saw the two
humans lying on the couch, very close to each other. Master Luke rested his
head on Han Solo's shoulder and Solo was petting Master Luke's hair. Artoo had
never seen them in such position but, being a solid and simple technodroid,
he dismissed the sight as another of the infinite incongruencies of human behavior.
For some reason, he also dismissed the silent but insistent alert the security
system was sending him. And when the central computer queried him about it the
answer was fast and sure.
“No intruders in the perimeter. It is a misreading. Security system defective”