Rated: NC-17 for pretty M/M stuff
Pairing: Han/Luke
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Notes: Thanks to my fabulous beta reader Raonaid - "'Ware the Red Tide!"
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Summary: During the long trip to Alderaan, Han and Luke get to know each other a little better. Set during the first movie.

You come crash into me
And I come into you,
I come into you
In a boy's dream
In a boy's dream

Dave Matthew's Band - "Crash"

Han stretched in the helm seat, watching the stars streak by as the Millennium Falcon sped its way towards Alderaan. It was such a pleasure to just sit and watch the universe stream past like a river of light, holding you steady on an uncertain path.

Speaking of pleasures, Han turned his thoughts toward his passengers. Well, one passenger specifically. Gods, the boy couldn't be more than 18 or 20. Han couldn't help but wonder if the rest of his body was as golden and smooth as his pretty face. Or if his youthful exuberance extended into the bedroom...

"Gods, I'm turning into a dirty old man."

Han shook his head ruefully at the thought and turned as Chewie entered the cockpit.

"Take over for me Chewie, I think I'm in need of a little R & R."

The wookie responded with a series of soft growls and hoots, informing Han that Luke was still up.

"And what makes you think I'd be interested in what that kid's doing?" Han replied indignantly.

The wookie's answer involved a series of amused barks.

"You've got a dirty mind, Chewie," Han mumbled as he escaped the helm, and his partner's throaty chuckles.

Although he intended to go straight to his quarters, Han was not terribly suprised to find himself in the lounge where Luke and Ben were staying. Han shook his head as Luke took yet another hit from the remote. Pulling the helmet off, Luke shot Han a look that dared him to say a word and headed into the shower unit.

Han's eyes followed the boy out of the room, then he turned and smirked at Ben.

"You really think that kid's gonna be some fancy Jedi Knight someday?"

Ben raised a brow and replied, "The Force is particularly strong with Luke, but he must learn to control it, or it will control him."

"Well, nothin' I've ever seen would lead me to believe in such a thing," Han snorted dismissively. "I rely on my own instincts."

"What makes you think your instincts are not a manifestation of the Force? The Force flows and works through every living thing, including suspicious young men like yourself."

Han snorted again and looked at his feet, wondering why the hell he'd come down here in the first place. At that moment, Luke emerged dripping from the shower wearing only his loose pants and rubbing his damp hair with a towel.

//Oh right, that's why//

Han told himself to just say goodnight and leave. Unfortunately his brain was no longer in charge of decision making and he found himself offering Luke a drink.

"I've got some Correlian Brandy in my room that'll knock your socks off," he said with his most charming smile.

Luke found himself growing warm under that gaze and it took him a moment to reply.

"Uh yeah, sure Han. I'd like that."

Han's smile grew wider, then he remembered Ben. //Damn//

"You care for any Ben? I've got plenty." Han winced as he extended the invitation.

"No, no. You boys go along and enjoy yourselves. I think I need to get some rest. It's been quite a long day for me." Ben eased himself down on the couch and closed his eyes.

"Well I guess we're dismissed, Luke. Come on," Han said with a grin.

As they left the lounge, Han felt a prickle on his neck and turned to look at the sleeping man. Bright blue eyes, sparkling with - what? - laughter? Ben slowly winked one eye at Han and settled himself back into sleep.

"Crazy old man," Han muttered to himself as he led Luke down the corridor to his quarters.

Luke hadn't felt this sort of excitement in a long time. He knew the energy he felt was just a residual effect of all the stress he'd endured during the what felt like the longest day of his life. His heart ached with a deep sadness over the tragic and pointless deaths of his aunt and uncle, but the pain was deep and quickly locked away. Luke couldn't help but feel a certain detachment now, knowing he would never return to his childhood home.

Following Han down the long corridor, Luke allowed himself to admire the strong back and broad shoulders. Han was the kind of man he'd always wanted to be: Fearless, attractive, piloting through the galaxy, enjoying all manner of adventures and pleasures.

Oh, definitely pleasures. Luke let his eyes wander down Han's long legs then back up towards his.."What?"

"I said here we are," Han said with a chuckle. "You sure you're not tired or anything?"

"Of course not!" Luke said, laughing as he ducked under Han's arm and stepped into the room. "And I could really use that drink."

Luke looked around the room. He expected it to be cluttered and small, but was pleasantly suprised at the large, clean room with a medium sized bed shoved near the far wall. Something about the austerity of the bedroom made Luke turn and look at the older man.

"Hey, Han, were you ever in the military?" Luke expected to be regaled with tales of military combat, but Han suprised him again.

"Aww, the past is the past Luke. I don't think about it too much. Here's your drink, kid," handing Luke the glass.

"To your health," he said, raising his glass slightly before taking a large gulp.

"To the Rebellion," Luke said, and took an equally large gulp - which he immediately coughed up, gasping at the burning in his throat.

"Easy there, kid," Han said, smacking Luke lightly on the back and leading him over to the bed. "Sit down before you fall down. Don't tell me you've never drank before."

"Of course I have." Luke tried to sound indignant, but the affect was spoiled by his wheezing voice. Finally getting himself back under control, Luke smiled at Han and took another, albeit small, sip. "Good stuff."

Han laughed and flopped down on the bed, leaning against the wall.

"Damn right it is!" Han said as he took another gulp and refilled his glass. Luke was still nursing his first.

"Drink up, kid. This may be your last chance."

"What do you mean, my last chance?" Luke inquired, shifting his body so that he faced the older man.

"You know, once you get to Alderaan and join the Rebellion you probably won't have the time to just sit back and watch the stars go by or relax and enjoy a good drink. That's no kinda life, kid. Not for me, anyway."

"Tell me about your life, Han. What do you do when you're not transporting important passengers like me and Ben?"

Han laughed and grinned back at Luke.

"No way, kid. The old man already tried to get inside my head. You talk. Tell me what you and your friends did on Tatooine. Ben said you were a pilot."

Despite his curiosity, Luke began telling Han all about his life on the desert planet. About his friends, his flying, his dreams.

Han was only paying partial attention. He really just wanted to watch Luke. He was so exuberant, so beautiful in all his golden youth. The more Luke drank the more animated he became, telling Han a myriad of stories and folktales. Han felt he could lose himself in those wide blue eyes. He stared at Luke, memorizing every detail of the young man's lips and jaw, down his long neck and strong shoulders. As much as he wanted to seduce Luke, he couldn't bring himself to betray that sweet innocence. Sighing, Han looked up to see Luke staring back at him, an odd smile on his lips.

Luke leaned forward slightly so his hand was almost touching Han's outstretched leg.

"Han, can I ask you a question?"

Han licked his suddenly dry lips and nodded.

"Are you gonna kiss me, or are you just gonna sit there and think about it all night?"

Han's breath came out in a loud whoosh as he tried to comprehend what Luke had just said. A rather shaky "What?" was all he could manage.

"Come on, Han. You've been sitting there for the last hour looking at me like I was a Bantha steak dinner. I don't think you've heard a word I said."

Luke smile was growing wider and rather wicked.

The look on Han's face was priceless and Luke almost wanted to prolong the older man's torture. Almost. Luke's smile was truly wicked as he gently brushed Han's thigh with his hand and closed in, his face nearly touching Han's. Han trembled with the need to reach out and touch Luke, but he held back, still uncertain of Luke's intentions.

"Come on, Han. I won't bite you, not unless you want me to. Or you could bite me."

With a groan, Han grabbed Luke by the arms and dragged him across his lap, crushing the young man's lips under his own mouth. Running one hand into Luke's silken hair, Han pushed his tongue into Luke's mouth, tasting and relishing every scent and texture. Luke groaned and moved to straddle Han's legs, bringing their bodies into closer contact.

"Ah, gods, Luke!" Han moaned as he felt Luke's erection against his own. He thrust upwards, mindlessly grinding against the other man. He moved his mouth along Luke's jaw, nipping and licking, trying to experience every taste of the younger man's skin. Luke's hands were busy, tugging on Han's tunic, trying to expose as much skin as possible. Han grew tired of trying to keep Luke still and finally rolled over, pushing Luke onto his back. Han quickly pulled his shirt off and gasped as Luke attacked his chest, biting and sucking at the hard nipples. Han ran both hands through Luke's hair, pressing the golden head as tightly against his chest as possible and rubbing his face in the silken mass.

"Luke," Han breathed, pulling his head up for a deep kiss. Luke shifted and Han suddenly found himself on his back, with Luke grinning wickedly down at him.

"How did you do that, Luke?" Han asked breathlessly.

"Old Jedi Knight trick." Luke turned his attention to Han's pants, or rather, on how to remove them.

"Did the old man teach you that trick?"

Luke laughed and shot Han a mischievious grin, then returned to his efforts. Finally he pulled Han's pants and boots off and just as quickly removed his own clothes. Returning his attention to the lean body beneath him, Luke paused to gaze at his prize. His breath caught as he met Han's eyes.

"I want you, Han. More than anything, I want you inside me." Han moaned at the husky words. He ran his hands up Luke's hard chest and cupped his face.

"Are you sure, Luke?" he asked, pressing gentle kisses on Luke's parted lips.

"Gods, yes!" Luke breathed into Han's mouth then pushed him back into the mattress. Moving down Han's body, Luke kissed every bit of flesh that he could, before reaching his goal. He lapped gently at the head of Han's cock, relishing the taste of the man, before engulfing it to the root. Han reared up with a yell then fell back onto the bed. Luke worked Han into a frenzy before releasing him and moving to straddle his hips.

"Umm, Han? Han!" Luke leaned forward a nipped Han none to gently on the shoulder. Han yelped.

"What is it, Luke?" he asked, still panting.

Luke grinned down at the tousled man before him.

"Do you have anything we can use? For lube, I mean?"

"Aww shit, I don't know." Han looked around but made no move to get up.

Luke chuckled. "Wait, I know." Luke reached down for his utility belt on the floor and opened one of the small compartments.

"I think I've got just the thing," he said, grinning impishly.

"What is it?" Han strained to get a look at what Luke had in his hand but couldn't see it clearly.

"Uh uh. You just get to enjoy this." Luke reached behind him and began preparing himself.

"Next time you need to be more prepared, Han." Luke closed his eyes, moaning slightly as he stretched himself.

"Next time, huh? I like the sound of that," Han whispered, gazing at the writhing figure above him.

"You better get used to it, Han. I don't intend to let you go after this." Luke smiled as he reached for Han's cock and smeared a darkish substance over the thick head. Luke shifted then, and Han felt the tip of his cock press against the small opening - then pressure, glorious, hot pressure, swallowing him whole. Luke gasped, his head thrown back, in pain or pleasure Han couldn't tell, but at that point he really didn't care. Luke lowered himself slowly until he rested in the valley of Han's pelvis.

Opening his eyes to capture Han's gaze, Luke began to move. Using his strong legs to raise and lower himself on Han's cock, he created a delicious friction that soon has both men gasping and moaning. Han thrust desperately into the tight heat of Luke's body, repeatedly brushing against the small knob inside the younger man's tight channel. Han's hands grasped the lean thighs of the man pistoning above him, squeezing and pulling until the two men reached a rythmic frenzy. Luke reached down to grasp his own cock and pull on it until Han pushed his hands away and used his own hands to bring Luke to mindless pleasure. Luke braced his hands on Han's thighs and let go, giving in to the incredible sensations. The pressure built, white hot from his groin, spreading through his entire body, and he came, screaming Han's name, his come spilling over Han's belly and chest. The intense rippling of Luke's orgasm brought Han's to the edge, and with his feet pressed flat on the bed, he thrust upward, once, twice, and came, shuddering, into Luke's body.

Han opened his eyes, amazed he was still breathing despite the heavy weight pressing him into the mattress.

Luke.

Han smiled and rolled them both over so they were facing each other, side by side. Luke reluctantly opened sleepy eyes and smiled.

"I think you seduced me, Han," he murmured.

"I seduced you?!" Han laughed. "I should have you arrested for rape, molesting an old man like that."

"Old man?" Luke chuckled drowsily. "I don't see any old men here. In fact..." Luke drawled, reaching a hand down to caress Han's now sleeping cock, "I bet I could encourage you into a second round."

"You're trying to kill me, Luke." Han groaned, even as his cock slowly roused itself to Luke's ministrations.

"No way," Han said, gently taking Luke's hand away and entwining his fingers with the other's.

"In the morning, Luke. Count on it." Han brushed a feather-light kiss along Luke's brow and closed his eyes.

Wait.

"Luke?"

"Yes Han," came the sleepy reply.

"What was that stuff you used?" A muffled snicker came from the golden head buried in Han's neck.

"Umm, Aunt Beru packed a lunch for me before I left yesterday. Her favorite, cabbage puree."

"Cabbage what?"

"Puree. Tastes terrible but has a interesting viscosity to it." Luke's voice trailed off in a yawn.

"You're sick, you know that, kid." Han whispered, stroking Luke's head gently.

"Just wait 'til morning, Han. You haven't seen anything yet."

Didn't you always wonder what Beru was doing with that cabbage? Now you know.