Author: Angel

E-mail: [email protected]

URL: http://www.geocities.com/lady_aethelynde

Rating: NC-17, explicit sex

Summary: A PWP inspired by the Elusive Lover banner

Type: PWP, smut

Disclaimer: If they belonged to me, they'd have an Imperator sized bed and
a food synth in their bedroom, and run the New Republic Ship Design Committee
and the Jedi Academy from bed.  But, alas, they are George Lucas', and he
doesn't let them have nearly this much fun.

Acknowledgements: Gail for the very lovely banner that got me thinking
"Just what is Han whispering?"

Warning: This fic contains some very mild dominant/submissive play.
Total consent, no pain, nothing nasty.  Just 2 beautiful men making
sweet, if slightly unusual, love.

Feedback: I crave it. It makes the bunnies breed.

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Say Yes
2000 Angelia Sparrow
*****
 
 

"Say yes."

Not quite a command, not quite a question, the words breathed across Luke's ear.
It was an offer.  One he alone had the power to accept or reject.  He leaned back
into his lover's broad chest and allowed himself to be wrapped in the strong
arms as he thought.

"Say yes."

The second call.  Faint stubble scratched his cheek
as the sibilants hissed over his ear.

Han was asking him to trust, to let go, to give himself over to whatever experience
awaited him behind the two words.  He had little time.  Han would ask once
more, and if he didn't say yes before the "I love you" he would never know.
The big hands cradled his upper arms.

"Say--"

"Yes!"  Luke turned abruptly and delivered a fierce kiss to the full lips
still half-trying to finish the offer.

"Kid, have I told you lately that I love you?"

"This morning.  Now, what's up?"

"Lots of things."  The bigger man shifted, letting Luke feel.

"I meant what have I gotten into?"

"Wait and see."  A devious smile crossed Han's face.  "Actually, don't.  Feel,
don't think," he added, twitting Luke with a favorite quote.  He gently
wrapped a soft seln cloth strip over Luke's eyes.  "And no cheating with the
Force, either."  He stood up and pulled Luke to his feet.  "Let me guide you."

Han laid his hands flat on Luke's back and pressed softly.  Luke
stepped forward.  He made his way slowly, the thumbs tracing small circles
on his shoulderblades distracting him.  At the door of the room, Han
turned him gently by the shoulders and guided him to the bed.

Once there, Luke sat on the huge bed, and Han pressed him to lie back.
Deciding that there were too many clothes in the way, he undressed
his partner with a gentle touch.  Luke was hard
before he finished.

"Lie quietly, and let me take care of you."  Han
pressed the words aganst his neck.  The light kiss on the
smooth skin of his inner arm took Luke by surprise, and he shivered.

*When did he become so fragile?* Han wondered.
*If I press just wrong, he'll shatter like spun glass.*

Like the spun glass, Luke was beautiful.
Too many late nights, too much work, and the weight
of the galaxy on his shoulders had not hardened him, but
given him a transparency.  A Force sensitive might
have seen him becoming a refracting crystal for that energy field.
But Han was more pragmatic and saw only the delicate bones of
the face, made prominant by too many missed meals,
and the luminosity of Luke's skin.  He lay on his back, eyes
covered in pale gold seln, hands beside his head with the
palms vulnerably exposed.  His lips were
slightly parted and almost begged for a kiss.

Instead, Han ran a very light tongue over the
exposed right palm.  Luke was still sensitive about
the right hand, sometimes referring to it as if it were
a seperate entity from his body.  And sometimes,
if his mood was too dark, he would treat the appendage
as if it were evil, and trying to infest the rest of him.
The fingers twitched, and Han nibbled them one by one,
lightly, never hurting.

He continued down the arm, exploiting the tender flesh of the
inside.  He watched the goosebumps rise as he nipped, very gently,
at the upper arm.

"Relax," he whispered, running a questing tongue up Luke's neck
and catching the earlobe between his teeth.  "I won't hurt you.  You
have to trust me.  You're still tense."

After several more minutes of caressing and kissing everywhere
on Luke's face except his mouth, Han finally captured his lips
in a very slow kiss.  When Luke tried making it more insistent,
he pulled away.

"You said yes, remember?"  He returned to working on the
hands.  He breathed out slowly and steadily, letting the air
play over the sensitive fingertips.

"I remember," came the soft sigh.  Luke twitched his fingers
under the relentless assault of teeth, lips and fingers.

"Hsst!"  Han pinned his hands to the pillow, interlacing
their fingers.  "You look so good like this."  Now the kiss
was hard and passionate.  The open tongue ran down his throat
again and over a collarbone.  After a moment's thought,
Han breathed out again, the warm air teasing one large nipple into a
firm point.  The big hands traced out each rib and curve of
muscle, wondering at the compact strength they explored.

Luke arched, trying to coax his lover lower, wanting to feel that
talented mouth engulf him.  But to no avail.  Teasing was the order
of the day, and the main erogenous zone was apparently to
go untouched a while longer.

Almost at the end of his own control, Han licked his way back up
for another kiss.  He made it last, tasting the warm
softness of the mouth beneath him for several minutes.

"No more teasing. Let me take care of you."  He moved off,
and ran one large hand slowly down his lover's
side.  "On your side."

Luke rolled away, relaxing as Han's arms went around him.
The one under his neck spread along the length of his arm,
sensitizing the skin.  The warmth of the bigger body
at his back, enveloping him in a full-body hug soothed him.
The other hand made a surprisingly delicate exploration of his chest,
circling his nipples, stroking along his sternum and tracing out the ribs.
It drifted lower, across the stomach well-muscled from
many hours of training and teaching and down
to where the faint line of hair swelled into
dark curls.  Across the front of the thighs, up the back
and in between them, carefully avoiding the obvious erection,
posessing the hidden flesh of the perineum and
the secret place where his thigh joined his torso.
Han had discovered the sensitivity of that particular
spot quite by accident, and enjoyed the
unusual location.

Luke was practically squirming by the time the
ever-so-patient hand slid around to enclose him, circling
the velvety head with a firm thumb.  "Ahhh," he sighed.

"Shhhh."  A brief fumble with the hand under his neck,
and the one pleasuring him stopped.  Slick wet fingers between his legs,
opening, and spreading him.  Rough stubble rubbing against his
neck, his face.  Luke squirmed a little more.

Bluntness, pressing firmly, then entering.  He relaxed, breathing deeply.
Only when he pressed back, did Han continue.  This was
a duet they had learned years ago, and the steps never varied.
And, no one was ever hurt because of this dance.

At Luke's response, Han buried himself deeply, luxuriating
in the feel of his lover.  It had been too long for everything.
He mentally counted the days, trying to keep from finishing
on the second thrust like an over-excited teenager.  The number
he arrived at astounded him.  He left off stroking Luke,
and tipped the well-loved face back to him, marvelling
at the alien aspect the blindfold lent it.

"Has it really been three weeks since we've done this?"

Luke kissed him.  "Yes.  We've both been busy, and when
we aren't, it seems like all we do is quarrel.  You end
up falling asleep before I get home, either watching the holovid
or working.  I haven't been good company lately."

"You're the best company.  Always.  Everyone has bad weeks.
How many new students did you assess?"  Han kissed his ear.
"A dozen?"  A kiss to his neck. "And patching up that
quarrel between dignitaries for Leia."  A kiss on his cheekbone.
"And the new information you got on the Jedi Order from
your father's estate."  Another on the ear.  "Sorting out that
estate, too." A lengthy one on the neck.  "I'm sorry
about turning the thermostat too cold.  I thought I had
two days before you got home."

"You're forgiven.  Especially if this is the making-up."

"No, just some fun.  I want you to just relax and
enjoy yourself.  Let me do the work."
Sufficiently delayed to enjoy himself, Han started a
slow, deep thrust.  "That good?"

"Yessss," Luke hissed.  He thrust against empty air.  Not one
to leave a partner hanging, Han obligingly provided some
friction.  He returned to working on Luke's neck, leaving faint red marks.

"You forgot to depiliate again," Luke mumbled, arching his throat
for more.

"Did it on purpose.  I've been planning this."  This time, he nipped
lightly,  soothing the spot instantly with his tongue.  Between
the nibbling at the most sensitive point of his neck, and the deep pressing,
Luke went into a paroxysm of thrusting and meeting Han's thrusts,
trying for more stimulation.

Han stopped all motion, and let go.  He ran
his hand slowly over Luke's side.  "Shhh.  Hold still.
Let me take care of you.  We don't want this over too soon."

Luke stopped.  He brought his breathing under control.
Han started moving again.

With great effort, Luke held still, even as the depth, the friction
and insistant mouth were all driving him out of his mind.
He gave a soft cry as he climaxed.

"Shhh."  Han turned Luke's head back to him for
a lengthy kiss, savoring the air of contrived helplessness
the blindfold lent his lover.  His thrusts sped up.  "My turn."
Now the strong hand was on Luke's hip, holding him immobile
so he couldn't meet or respond to the pounding that was
growing faster by the second.

The shuddering aftershocks ripped through Han, tearing
away the orgasmic numbness.  He stayed buried in his lover
as long as he could, then tugged the blindfold off
and held him close as he fell asleep.

He woke on his stomach, and reached for Luke.
The other half of the bed was empty.

"Say yes," came the soft offer from behind him.

*end*