FACTS OF LIFE part 1
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.
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Chapter One
There was only a huge,
Wookie-size bed and a sidetable in the bedroom. Their carrybags were lying in
a corner near the door. Almost half a year had passed since the Ishlarra incident
and their apartment was still virtually bare except for the most essencial furniture
and utensils. Not that any of them cared... after all, Han had spent more than
half of his life in space and Luke had always lived in rather austere places
– the moisture farm, the Rebel Alliance military quarters. As long as they
had each other and a nice bed, everything else was expendable. Nights were usually
expected with glee and spent with great contentment and pleasure. But then,
one night...
“Han?”
“...”
“It's OK.”
“...”
“You have been under a lot of pressure lately... this things happen.”
“...”
“Han!”
They were cuddled under
a tangle of sheets and half-discarted clothes after spending the last half hour
making out... and making out... and nothing but that.
The Corellian kept staring at the ceiling. When Luke snuggled closer he sighed
and ruffled the blond hair absent-mindedly.
“Guess it's Hiding Time coming, kid.”
“Hiding Time?”
“Yep. Happens every ten or fifteen years to male Corellians... our... hum...
drive is kinda frozen for a while. We don't... you know. And we lose interest.
Sorry, kid. I still can pleasure you, though.”
“But it wouldn't be fair. What's the use of doing it if we can't enjoy
it together?”
“It will take some time until I'm back in business again, you know. It
can be hard to wait for so long.” Han turned and kissed the tip of Luke's
nose.
“Well, I have waited years for you, haven't I? How long does this last?”
“Eighteen standard months. Maybe more.”
Eighteen months! Eighteen months without feeling Han inside him, without hearing
his passionate whispers and moans? Luke bit back a dismayed remark. Han was
probably quite humiliated now, no need to make him feel worse. And it wasn't
so bad, actually, since it wasn't anything permanent. And they could at least
make out... As a Jedi, Luke certainly wouldn't find it so hard to wait.
One week later, though, the young Jedi found out he could cope with impotent
Han but not with totally uninterested Han. For all the effort
the Corellian made for the sake of his lover, he couldn't help to be fairly
mechanic in his responses to Luke's attentions. Some days after the Hiding Time
started, Luke felt like he was kissing and hugging Threepio.
“Your Jedi composture
doesn't fool me anymore. Something's bugging you. And I bet it has to do with
Han.”
Lando took a sip of his kaf and enjoyed the effect of his words in the kid's
face. The mask of calm and detachment didn't waver but his cheeks gradually
turned red.
They had spent the last two hours discussing a new commercial treaty Lando wanted
to propose to the Ishlarrians and were now having a little break in Luke's favorite
café.
The former Baron Administrator of Bespin narrowed his eyes as he noticed a very
familiar expression in his friend's face.
“Don't tell me the damn Corellian is in Hiding Time already!”
This time the Jedi composture crashed and the farmboy emerged. Blue eyes widened
in surprise as Lando burst in incontrollable laughter. For a while indignation
and curiosity fought for domination in Luke's mind as Lando's laughs were roaring
in a crescendo until tears of mirth started to roll down. As always, curiosity
won. The kid waited until his friend calmed down a little and asked.
“Do you know about it?”
“Oh, boy...” Lando wiped the tears with the back of his hand. “Luke,
I know that son of a gun longer than you do. I knew it was close to happen...
I bet you're having a hard time, huh?”
“It's so frustrating!” Luke sighed and looked down. “I really
like it when he takes me... but I wouldn't mind not doing that for a while,
if we could do... you know, the other things.”
“And you can't?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
“Han tries his best but I can sense his disinterest and it turns me totally
off.”
Lando raised an eyebrow. So the boy is that sensitive? Han, you damn
pirate, you're really lucky to have him! Then, a slow smile curved his lips.
Well, my dear old pal, I guess I have to save your ass again...
“Cancel all your appointments for today, Luke. We are going shopping.”
“Huh?”