“C’mon,” Luke said, lying back on the bed with a grin. His atmo-blue eyes sparkled in the Rebel base’s dim lights. “You scared?”
Han scoffed. “Me?” He shook his head and yanked his shirt over his head before he could think better of it. “You think someone like me is gonna be scared of a little bit of fun?”
Luke’s eyes lingered appreciatively on Han’s chest, and Han’s skin began to heat not just from Yavin IV’s humidity but from Luke’s attention. “You never know,” Luke said, as he began stripping his own clothes. “I’m glad you’re here in my bed tonight, hero.”
“Hero yourself,” Han shot back, tongue doing its own thing while he watched Luke unwrap himself. Farmboy, golden boy, sun-tanned and shining, and Han had always been aware of his lean muscles but it was even easier to appreciate them when they weren’t covered by fabric. “Should I be happy you picked me out of all your admirers tonight?”
“Yeah,” Luke said, pulling a tight undershirt over his head. “You should be.”
Han’s words abandoned him as he registered the softness of Luke’s chest. The barely-hidden muscles he expected, but the small round peaks were a surprise, and Han’s hands froze on his belt buckle.
Luke propped himself up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow. “Like what you see?”
“I wanna squish them,” Han blurted out.
Fortunately, Luke laughed. “Wouldn’t have shown them to you if you couldn’t.”
“Can I now?” Han stepped towards the bed, reaching towards Luke’s chest. It looked like his hands would fit perfectly on them, which was a rare and delightful event.
“Sure.” Luke drew Han onto the standard-issue bed, which wasn’t really big enough for both of them, but that just meant pressing closer together. Han’s legs tangled with Luke’s, and his crotch settled against Luke’s thigh as Han turned onto his side to fit.
He’d been riding a low pulse of arousal since Luke tugged him out of the award party and into the halls for a kiss. Now, tilting his hips into Luke’s firm muscles and resting his palm over Luke’s chest, it spiked into something more urgent. Han groaned more loudly than Luke as he first stroked Luke’s nipple and then extended his fingers so he could squeeze as much of Luke’s chest into his hand as he could, feeling the firmness beneath the curve of sensitive softness.
Luke reached for him, grabbing his neck and tugging him into a kiss. Han met him eagerly, searching for the taste of sweet candies and sour beer, the heat of Luke’s tongue and the strength of his mouth. Han rolled halfway on top of Luke to chase the connection, still touching Luke’s chest but freeing up his other hand to settle in Luke’s hair, cradling him closer.
The position also meant Han could grind right down onto Luke’s hip, which felt fantastic even through two layers of trousers. From Luke’s choked-back moan and the way his leg hooked over Han’s, it was just as good for him.
Han broke the kiss, panting, just to say, “You wanna make me come in my pants, kid?” Luke wriggled beneath him, bright and laughing, and Han’s head dropped into Luke’s shoulder with a needy whine. “Come on,” Han begged. “It’ll be better for both of us if we’re naked, right?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Luke’s hands slid down Han’s spine, light and teasing, and dipped beneath his pants to cup his ass. “This is fun, though.”
Han swore, hips jerking, as Luke squeezed his butt. He’d known Luke was experienced by the way he kissed, the confidence in his stride as he’d led Han away, and the steadiness of his gaze. Somehow, he hadn’t expected Luke would be this much of a tease.
“You weren’t kidding about maybe coming in your pants, were you?” Luke kissed his ear and pulled his hands back. “Go on, get naked.”
Han bit back another whine at the sudden lack of sensation and almost fell on the ground as he rolled away from Luke to desperately fumble with his belt and pants. The relief when he freed his cock from all the fabric hit him so hard he almost forgot to kick his clothes the rest of the way off.
“Oh, you look good,” Luke said, and Han turned his head to see Luke propped up on his side, completely naked, and idly playing with his own little cock. “Scoot over, I wanna sit on you.”
Han nodded, cock already twitching at the thought of being enveloped in Luke’s heat. “Anything else I should do?” he asked, settling his hands on Luke’s hips as Luke straddled him. “Or should I just lie here and look pretty?”
Luke smiled and reached down to take Han’s cock in his hand. His grip was firm, though not in any way that took the edge off Han’s desire, but that was okay because he was guiding Han’s cock into his own arousal-slick hole. “Gonna make me do all the work?” Luke asked, breathless, as he slowly sank onto Han’s cock.
Han tried his best to keep his eyes open, appreciating the way Luke looked like this: back arched, hands on Han’s forearms, leg muscles taut, skin sweat-slick and flushed. His cock was just visible in his tawny pubic hair, darker than his sun-gilded head and an enticing contrast to the pale skin of his hips and inner thighs.
“Gorgeous,” Han said, or maybe moaned, because once his mouth opened he couldn’t stop making noises. He wanted to thrust into Luke, settle himself deep inside the golden boy’s heat. He wanted to watch Luke’s slow descent forever, no matter how much he ached for more. He wanted to feel Luke move against and around him, see his chest shake with his motions, learn what Luke sounded like in pleasure.
“You’re pretty handsome yourself,” Luke said, and his voice was way more controlled than Han’s. His fingers dug into Han’s arm, belying his own strain. “C’mon. Start moving, give me a good ride.”
“Yeah,” Han said, “yeah, okay.”
It was the easiest thing in the world to start thrusting into Luke. The pleasure swelling through Han cooled him, gave him relief, even as his world narrowed to nothing more than Luke’s beautiful body and loud reactions.
Luke rode him easily, catching and matching Han’s movements. His body shone, luminous in the lights, chest bouncing with his breaths, and Han wanted to pull him down, place his mouth upon Luke’s dark nipples and suck them, but that would break the spell of Luke’s wave-like motions on top of him, the slide and push of Han’s cock in Luke’s hole and the way Luke leaned back to adjust the angle of their motions, his exhalations growing from groans to shouts as Han found just the right spot within him.
By the time Luke reached down and started jerking himself, Han was panting from exertion. He refused to complain, just kept fucking Luke, losing himself in the motion and keeping his eyes fixed on Luke’s fingers.
When Luke came, he was surprisingly quiet. Just a deep groaning exhale, and his body shuddering around Han’s, and then a slow collapse onto Han’s chest.
Han caught Luke, leading him down, but kept thrusting. He was so close himself, especially with the pulse of Luke’s body tight around his cock, but he wanted more.
Luke’s mouth found his, clumsy with pleasure, and Han came from the push of Luke’s tongue between his lips.
Their movement slowed, the urgency lost but pleasure still present, until at last Han’s cock slipped out of Luke and they settled into stillness.
“This was a good choice,” Han mumbled drowsily.
Luke nodded on his shoulder, hair tickling Han’s cheek. “Knew it would be.”
Han kissed his forehead. “You’ve got good instincts, kid.”
“So do you,” Luke said, accenting his words with a squeeze of Han’s nipple. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be here now.”
“Too much sentiment,” Han managed to say around the lump in his throat. “Save it for the morning, Luke.”
“You’ll stay?”
Han stroked Luke’s back, tugged the blanket more firmly around them, laid his hand over Luke’s, and said, “Yeah. I will.”