Title: Say Yes
Author: Angel
E-mail: valarltd@hotmail.com
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 that 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.

For Katte, who needs smut for her birthday.

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

*****
Say Yes
2000 Angelia Sparrow
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"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 scooped the small Jedi into his
arms, carrying him into the bedroom.

Once there, he set Luke on the huge bed, and 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.  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.

"Don't I get to respond?"  Stars, was that petulence?

"No.  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 to tease 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.

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 obediently, 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 thighs, and in between them,
posessing the smooth, hidden flesh.

Luke was practically squirming by the time the
ever-so-patient hand enclosed 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.

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

Luke kissed him.  "Yes.  We've been so busy, and when
we aren't, all we do is quarrel.  You end up falling asleep
on the sofa either watching the holovid or working.  And
I haven't been good company."

"You're the best company."  Sufficiently delayed to
enjoy himself, Han started a slow, deep thrust.  "That good?"

"Yessss," Luke hissed, his teeth closing on the pillow case.
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."  He pressed
deeper, sending Luke into a paroxysm of rubbing, trying for more.
"Shhh.  Hold still."

With great effort, Luke held still, even as the depth, the friction
and insistant mouth were all driving him out of his mind.
He sank his teeth into the pillow as he climaxed.

"Hey!"

"Sorry," he mumbled around the mouthful of foam.  He unclenched his
teeth and let the pillow go.

"Nice.  Here I'm nice to you and you bite holes in my pillow."
He turned Luke's head back to accept the apology with
a lengthy kiss, savoring the air of contrived helplessness
the blindfold lent his lover.  His thrusts sped up.  "Could have been worse.
  Could have been my arm.  My turn now.  You've had yours."
Now the strong hand was digging into 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*