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CHARACTERS: Luke Skywalker and Biggs Darklighter
LOCATION: Their room, then one of the holodecks
WARNINGS: Shmoopiness, awkwardness, more cute than you can shake a stick at, dumb boys being dumb, shenanigans; EDIT: Things are becoming a bit intimate, though if it comes to it we'll do a fade-to-black.
SUMMARY: Now that they're mostly recovered from the asshole nanites Luke and Biggs have some things to talk about ~~like how much they want to rip each others' clothes off~~ and decide the holodecks are a good place to talk. Yes, talk.
NOTES: Stalk at will but I release myself of all responsibility for dental bills.

Aside from some residual weakness left over from having lost so much weight Luke's feeling back to his old self, though he's been eating like a bantha since the last jump. Biggs, on the other hand... well, Luke's kept a close watch on him. They said there'd be pain while his body was mending itself. Luke hopes his concern hasn't been annoying but he's found it difficult to keep from checking up on him every five minutes.

On top of that Luke's held a certain shyness around Biggs ever since they confessed their feelings to each other. He's never felt like this around him before. He's afraid to get too close for fear of going about things the wrong way, whatever that might be. Part of him still doubts what Biggs said.

He's been careful to allow Biggs plenty of time to recover but his uncertainty might be starting to show. He's growing restless and anxious and even a bit impatient. He's sitting on his bed across the room from Biggs after another shift in the gunnery. After a minute of mulling over a daring thought or two Luke decides that it's time for initiative.

"We need a break."

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A myriad of expressions cross Luke's face as Biggs speaks. He's mostly thoughtful, sometimes a bit somber, but then in the end he lifts his troubled gaze to look at Biggs and that last bit forces a smile right out of him. There's still overwhelming emotion along with it but he can't stop the smile. He had always felt a little jealousy whenever Biggs mentioned Kandji and that encounter with her illusion had ripped him apart inside.

To hear Biggs admit that Luke would have been his choice no matter what... that's the part that pulls tightly at the corners of his mouth and makes him duck his head shyly, even though his brows are still knit with the stress of hearing the truth.

Despite the fact that they both share idealistic tendencies Biggs has always been better at stepping aside from his own needs and looking at the reality of the matter. It frustrates Luke because it often results in less-than-optimal results when their wants and dreams are at stake. Biggs is usually right in the end but not always, and it does nothing to quell Luke's frustration.

Finally he can return Biggs' gaze again and he slowly shakes his head at him. "You caused me a lot of grief over the years, you know." He hadn't exactly been looking for an explanation from Biggs, he was merely trying to explain himself, why he's been so slow on the uptake. But while they were on the subject...

"I should be mad. But I just... I just can't seem to be mad right now." In fact, he's still grinning pretty broadly. Gradually, subconsciously, he's been inching forward and his hands and still clasped in Biggs'.

Biggs chuckles to himself, admittedly smug to see Luke's reaction. As far as he was concerned, he had only ever done what was best for him, and if that has earned him frustration, so be it. In the very end, he's made Luke smile, and that brings him a joy that covers him completely. When Luke's eyes reunites with his he watches them closely, admiring every shy movement they made. Biggs thought Luke was at his most beautiful at times like these.

Perhaps Luke hadn't asked for clarification, but he could not stand to have things unclear between them - it would save them a lot of awkward silences and confusion in the last days of his recovery. "Good," he answers softly, bridging the distance between them with a half-step. His grip on Luke's hands tightens for an instant, and his expression turns daring. Once again, he's prepared to go after what they both need right now. "I hope this will make up for it."

Then Biggs is leaning forward, close enough to rest his forehead against Luke's. He pauses, staring into Luke's eyes to ensure he does not catch him by surprise- that Luke is giving him his full attention - and then presses his lips firmly against his. It is a kiss weeks - years- too late, and Biggs slips his hands out from Luke's to pull him closer. He is gentle to start, to make their first kiss soft and meaningful. There would be a time for hungrier kisses soon enough.

From the moment Biggs starts to move forward Luke's attention never wavers from him once. That look on his face, the one that Luke's come to know so well, that Biggs has a plan that Luke is definitely going to like, gets his heart racing. He can probably guess what that plan might be and as their foreheads touch his suspicions are confirmed as he suddenly takes in a sharp breath. Biggs' words ring in his memory, a promise of what's to come, and now Luke has a million worries and fears that all bubble to the surface at the same time.

His eyes widen momentarily as he watches Biggs' face, so very close to his, closer than he's ever been before. It's been ages since Luke's kissed anyone, does he even remember how? What if he's terrible? What if it's not perfect? Then in no time at all their lips meet and Luke closes his eyes and he just stops thinking.

Everything in him is reeling and for a moment Luke can't formulate a single thought. All he's aware of is warm lips, familiar scents, a body so close that he knows so well but now he gets to know it all over again in a new way. Belatedly Luke realizes that his hands forgot what they were doing right around the moment Biggs started kissing him. Luke's been pulled close, right up against him, and his hands tentatively find Biggs' sides only to slide up his chest and around his neck.

Biggs feels far better, his lips, his body, his hands, all of him, than Luke had ever been able to imagine throughout all of those years of daydreams and fantasies. The real thing was always going to be better but Luke's surprised at just how much. The sensation is indescribable, not just skin against skin, some warmth and wetness, but the thrill Luke feels, the way everything else has disappeared and all he knows right at this moment is Biggs and his mouth, his arms around Luke. Nothing else exists.

It's different than anything Luke's experienced, much different from kissing a girl. Biggs is taller and broader and stronger, and Luke can feel his mustache. He'd been worried that he wouldn't like it, the differences, but very much the opposite has happened. They're exciting and new and downright thrilling and now looking back Luke's wondering what he was ever worried about. Biggs just feels so good in every way.

In his excitement Luke presses into Biggs, opening his mouth a little but still slowly, just enough to let Biggs know that he likes this, all of it, and it needs to keep happening. Repeatedly. And often. There's definitely a part of him that wants to speed right past the slow and steady as Luke's never been one for patience, but he's also been waiting for this moment for a very long time and more than anything he wants to savor it.

When Luke opens his mouth, Biggs makes a low, contented hum, having anticipated Luke's pleasure. Still gentle, he pushes his tongue into Luke's mouth and gives him a kiss one only learned from years of experience: mature and practiced, with all of the love he felt for Luke within it. Of all of the lovers he had had, Luke felt, by far, the most compatible - he already knew the shape of Luke's body, how it felt close to his, familiar and comforting. Just before their kiss could become intense, he breaks away, undoubtedly leaving Luke wanting more - good, he wanted him to crave the next time. Still pressed together, he watches Luke with a grin, finding his own affection reflected back at him. He hugs him close one last time, thankful to be alive, thankful to be here with him. He can smell Luke's scent, taste him on his lips, and he is entirely satisfied.

His hands around Luke's back, Biggs can see the tips of his own fingers, how they still had the faintest hint of black to them as though they had been singed at the ends. Luke had held his mutated hands through his entire illness without disgust. It was a fact that without Luke's contribution, he would never have recovered to begin with, and his gratitude towards his lover has no beginning or end. "I love you," he reminds him, running his hands across Luke's back, speaking softly into his ear.

That moan from Biggs does something to Luke, switches something in his brain. His eyes are closed but even still, he can feel the room spinning, or rather the glorious scene of green acres upon acres, the wind blowing through his hair and clothing.

He presses his tongue back in response, following Biggs' lead. Luke is inexperienced but he learns very quickly. The sensation of tongues sliding wetly sends such an intense heat down to the pit of Luke's belly that it almost feels like he's standing in flames. He's left breathless and he has to pant through his nose, trying to stave off the dizziness. His body presses into Biggs and his fingers slide up the back of his neck and into his hair, trying to feel all of him at once.

When they part Luke's eyes don't open right away, but slowly and dazedly. His jaw is left hanging and he draws his breaths in quickly and deeply. Wanting more is a bit of an understatement. Luke's eyes are dark with need and when Biggs grins at him it takes a bit for his brain to catch up and give a slow, hot-blooded smile in return.

He's pulled close again and he tightens his arms in response, closing his eyes and leaning his head against Biggs'. The rush inside him is keeping his heart pounding and his breathing fast but when he hears Biggs' words everything seems to stop. There are a million things he wants to say and do, to tell Biggs just what he means to him. In the end, though, Luke relaxes because he now knows that he'll have the time for all of it. He turns his head in against Biggs' neck.

"Oh Biggs... I love you."

fast-forward;

Somehow, eventually, they made it onto the floor though things have quieted since their rather heated makeout session, throughout which Luke could barely control himself. There's no furniture or other surfaces in the whole room so it was probably inevitable they'd end up here.

Luke didn't want to push Biggs too hard before he'd had a chance to recover completely from the nanite illness so he'd had to reign himself in before things went too far. That was... difficult to say the least. He wants all of Biggs, everywhere, right this moment. For now though he'll have to content himself with cuddling on the floor, not that he can really complain about that. The quiet moments really are something to savor just as much as the rowdy.

He's pressed in against Biggs' side, arms around him with his fingers behind his ear playing with his hair, and one leg draped over his. "Next time we'll have to bring a cot in here or something. Maybe even spend the night."

Luke was already grinning but after a moment of thought he suddenly snorts with laughter. "Oh no..."

Edited 2014-10-21 01:56 (UTC)

Biggs lies on his back next to Luke, watching the artificial sky above through eyes half-shut, completely relaxed. He holds Luke close with an arm hooked underneath Luke's side, hand resting against his back. After all of this time, recovering still took the energy out of him, and he was thankful for Luke's discretion. It would have become progressively harder to stop themselves.

He wonders how long this will last, if the hologram would take them through a whole day-night cycle if they stayed here at Luke's suggestion, sometime. A grin spreads on Biggs' face: if they had the authority to stay in the rooms for as long as they wanted, that would make for a wonderful night. He's about to agree they try it sometime before Luke begins to laugh. Biggs turns his neck to catch a glimpse of his love's face and finds himself insatiably curious.

He knows that expression, it's the look he would make when he'd recalled a particularly great memory of theirs (and there were many). "What? What did you remember?" He could already tell Luke was winding up for a story, and he wanted to share in the experience again.

Luke's a little pink at this particular memory but it's obviously too good not to share. "I just remembered... You told me when you first realized you had feelings for me so I guess it's only fair I do the same. Except-- keep in mind I was only fourteen at the time."

He groans and presses his forehead against Biggs' shoulder for a moment and then laughs again, possibly even redder as he remembers more of the incident. "Alright, you remember that very first night we spent out in the lookout loft on your dad's property? I think it was the same day I beat Fixer down the canyon for the first time, too."

Biggs' grin widens to see Luke blushing, laughing until he was red in the face at his own adolescent feelings. This was going to be good. "How could I forget?" He muses. It had been a momentous day for him, as well; not only because he had watched Luke succeed, but because it had been the day he'd discovered he had made himself a true friend for what might have been the second time in his life. "Of course I remember. We spent the night under the bantha pelt.." A moment passes as Biggs reflects on the memory and on what he's said. He arches an eyebrow at Luke, wondering if this is going in the direction he suspects.

"Yeah we did." Luke chuckles at the memory. "That thing always smelled funny."

"Anyway, uh..." he bites his lip, "I had a dream that night." He glances at Biggs' face to gauge his reaction. He's already gotten the feeling that Biggs knows where this is going with that arched eyebrow. "It was about you. And me." He purses his lips and nods slowly, smirking mischievously at Biggs.

"At first I thought it was really happening because it took place right there in the loft. I woke up when you climbed on top of me-- and kissed me... and then disappeared under the pelt and did other things." His grin widens. "It wasn't until I actually woke up that I realized it had all been a dream." He pauses and chuckles shyly. "And then I had to change my pants while you were still asleep."

"I know I had feelings for you even before that but-- well, you can probably imagine that denying things really wasn't an option anymore."

Biggs raises both of his eyebrows when the dream is first mentioned - and begins laughing to himself before Luke finishes the story. He has some vivid memories, himself, about the first night he'd spent with Luke: the temperature drop as the suns set, Luke's expression when he gave Biggs his answer, settling in for the night next to his then best friend - and all this time, he'd had no idea what was really going on with the boy laying next to him. He's surprised, but accepts adolescent Luke's desire for him as a compliment. As his laughter dies down, he shakes his head in disbelief. "...And you managed to hold on to that for five years?!" That was some dedication to a secret. They both had their reasons, of course, so Biggs won't tease him any harder - at least, in regards to his silence. His smile never faltering, and Biggs disentangles himself only to lean over Luke, pinning him against the 'grass.' He looks him in the eye, mirroring his mischievous look. He cannot push himself too far, but it feels good just to be like this. "This must be a dream come true for you, then."

Luke rolls his eyes. "Biggs, I was terrified. And you weren't exactly any help, either!" He's probably feeling a little more defensive than he needs to be, but before he can defend himself further he's being pushed over onto his back. Biggs' smirking face is right above him and most of his body weight is pressing him pleasantly into the floor. If he was going to say anything else he's completely forgotten what it was.

If Biggs isn't really ready yet for anything too aerobic this might have been a bad decision. Luke's eyes have glazed over and his pulse has already sped up, rushing blood quite quickly and efficiently to places that need it a little more than usual. This is all it takes to get him brain-numbingly turned on, potentially living out the events of a wet dream, memories of all of those fantasies and desires that nearly drove him crazy for years, and Biggs' take-control attitude. Luke has just discovered some things about himself.

Finally he recovers enough to get out a few words though he's somewhat breathless. "You have no idea. Biggs..." His hands have moved to Biggs' hips as if to hold him in place and he licks his lips. "... I've been waiting five years. Don't you dare tease me."

Biggs can't help but be pleased to have cut off Luke's train of thought (and there was not much left to say on the subject, anyway; they had both had their reasons). Luke's response beneath him is incredibly satisfying - No, he may not have acted with consideration for his health, but it was entirely worth it to feel Luke react from his touch. It would almost be cruel to just leave him like this, even if he would be listening to Luke by backing off now.

And indeed, Biggs rarely ever backs away from something he wants, but he can recognize this isn't the time or place; not yet. He will lean in, pressing them even closer together, and steal a kiss from Luke before sitting back up, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "...Alright. It will be something to look forward to."

Edited 2014-11-12 17:41 (UTC)

For a minute Luke just stares back at Biggs with a mixture of mild resentment and unmistakable desire. Then he's being kissed and all the ill feelings vanish in an instant, letting a wide grin follow the kiss. It's amazing (and a little unfair) how Biggs can just turn his mood right around like that. Not that Luke was actually upset with him but being teased like that left him with quite a bit of physical frustration.

As Biggs sits up Luke follows suit, propping himself up on his hands with his arms out behind him. He tilts his head at Biggs and ponders what he just said, a promise of even more once he's feeling better. The idea of being even more intimate with Biggs is arousing yes, but it also makes him incredibly nervous. Luke's only been with one other person before, it was a long time ago, it was a girl, and frankly... it was bad.

Luke knows Biggs is more experienced than he is but he wonders how much more, and specifically, in what ways. It might prove to be important later. He'd thought of asking this question before but he'd never really had the opportunity until now.

"Biggs... have you ever-- how long have you known that... that you- you're interested in other guys?" His face is already a bit red from a minute ago so it doesn't change much.

The sudden question takes Biggs by surprise - and in all honesty, it was one he had hoped Luke wouldn't ask. Biggs didn't like others to think, Luke especially, that his self-assured nature and grasp on his identity had lapses like anyone else. But it was a fair question, and Biggs is pensive a moment, wondering how best to answer.

"...Well, I've always been attracted to you. Of course, I didn't realize it until recently..." There was a lot of self-reflection to be had after discovering his appreciation for Luke's eyes and his figure had always been something more than friendly affection. He searches himself for another instance, a time he'd found a man other than Luke attractive, but can't come up with a specific answer. He's certain there was one, for his newfound interests weren't a shock, but the memory eludes him. He was a driven person, and sat comfortably at the very top of his class in the Academy - he did not spend his military career allowing his eyes to wander to the other men. The only time post-Tatooine he'd let another person complicate his thoughts was during the short period he'd spent resenting Hobbie over a misunderstanding, but that was something different. "I guess I didn't 'know'. You were the person I was interested in at home, and when I left, I was so focused on my training that it never crossed my mind. After the mutiny, Dantels showed interest in me, so I pursued her." It's a bit awkward to mention his ill-fated date to Luke, as it's the first time bringing her up since he'd arrived, but exes came and went and he and Luke had a more intimate relationship, now. There was no reason to be jealous.

"...So, that makes you the first," he chuckles, amused at his own answer. It wasn't the confident response Luke may have been looking for, but it is an honest one, and he feels better for sharing it. In spite of their experiences, they were still young men, with room left to make new discoveries about themselves.

Edited 2014-11-14 05:25 (UTC)

It's especially pleasing to Luke to hear more detail about Biggs' feelings for him, particularly in reminding him that they'd always been there. Even the mention of Dantels, someone Biggs had apparently dated doesn't bother him. He hadn't heard mention of her until now so naturally it's a bit of a surprise, but Luke decides that he'd rather not hear any more about Biggs' past relationships so he leaves it alone.

He still smiles smugly at the knowledge of how deeply Biggs' feelings are for him and just how long they've actually been there. It becomes a bit of an amused smirk when Biggs admits his inexperience with other men. Luke's not amused at the fact of it, simply that Biggs seems a bit self-conscious about it. It isn't often that Luke gets a glimpse of his vulnerable side but he feels, as Biggs' lover, that he deserves an occasional glance.

Luke tilts his head a bit back and to the side, his cheek resting against his shoulder, and regards Biggs with an admiring look. He enjoys seeing his vulnerable side as a matter of fact, and he hopes Biggs can tell.

True, Luke had actually been curious about whether or not Biggs would know how to... go about things when the time came, but he's not displeased with this answer either. It just means they'll learn together.

"No need to look so embarrassed about it. You've been the only one for me so far. Uh..." he glances towards the floor in a moment of his own mild embarrassment, "in more ways than one." He's not sure how closely Biggs had paid attention to his romantic endeavors but there was a distinctive lack of dating in Luke's early years... or at any point in his life. Just being in a relationship is new to him let alone the things that come with it.

"I guess, um... well, there's definitely someone we could always ask for advice," he offers with a crooked half-smile. The person he's referring to is likely obvious.

The meaning behind Luke's admiring gaze is not lost on Biggs. He almost tells him not to get used to it, that it was one time he'd misunderstood himself in a lifetime of confidence, but the truth was that it was sometimes exhausting to make himself seem faultless. His resolute personality might be something Luke loved about him, but he was human, and Luke had surely seen his character tested more times aboard this ship than in most of the years they had spent together at home. The more of his true self Luke saw, the more intimate their relationship became, and that was fine with him.

He seems to light right back up when Luke speaks, pleased to have been his one and only partner. He'd always known, but especially now, Luke's inexperience was somehow endearing. "Jack, right? That wouldn't be a bad idea..." They had come a long way since their awkward meeting in the pool, and Biggs knew that he and his husband were people they could trust.

Luke's pretty certain that he's either witnessed or been personally responsible for almost all of Biggs' brief moments of vulnerability within the last five years, except of course when he was away at the academy. He would know better than to expect it to never happen again. He just keeps on grinning knowingly.

"Good. Then we have our tasks for the next week or two. We'll do some research and you--" Luke scoots forward and presses his hands to Biggs' shoulders, attempting to guide him back down onto the floor so that they can spend a bit more time in each others' arms, "-- focus on getting better. Once you do I think we could make a night in here really spectacular."

Luke's faced towards the floor so he doesn't see it initially but above them the artificial sky has turned grey and light raindrops begin to fall. It's not actual water so they're in no danger of getting uncomfortably drenched but the sound and the mist in the air make it seem very real.

"Mm, I like the sound of that." Biggs happily follows Luke's lead and lays back down next to him, smiling contentedly. He was growing tired, but this room (and Luke's presence) relaxed him and made it a comfortable drowsiness.

As Biggs rolls over, his eyes turn up towards the sky: his lips part in surprise from what he finds there. He blinks reflexively as the first of the artificial rain is drawn towards the ground, and soon after a light and steady pour follows them. A fine mist has fallen cool on Biggs' skin, and his voice is soft and filled with wonder. "Luke..." This was an impossible sight at home, and in spite of his travels, one that he still has never seen.

The idea of spending a romantic night in here with Biggs makes Luke grin in gleeful anticipation and he hovers briefly over him for a moment, watching his face. He sees Biggs' features change and then Luke turns to follow his gaze up to the sky.

The sight makes his jaw drop. In the few days he'd spent on Yavin IV the jungle was damp and there was occasionally mist but Luke has also never seen real rain like this. Just the sound by itself is mesmerizing. Thousands of drops landing on leaves in the forest nearby make it so real, and the holodeck has even generated the smell of fresh rain on the ground.

For several moments Luke is caught leaning back on one elbow and staring up at the sky, taking it all in. Finally he decides that he could stay in here forever and he settles down tightly against Biggs' side, head on his shoulder, and watches the rain fall all around them.

Quietly, he mutters, "You just let me know when you want to go back." There's a smile in his voice, though, to indicate that he's slightly joking. The sight is so beautiful, both the scene and Biggs resting contentedly next to him, that he'd be perfectly happy staying here for the rest of the day.

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