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valarltdShe asked for a sequel to "Tell it like it is."
Here ya go. My last fic of 2002. Currently taking comments, advice, whatever.
The bar was almost empty at this hour. A reptiliod being was leaning on the music-player, feeding in credits and playing cheap music. A couple of identical human women sat together talking, drinking and occasionally stroking each other's violet hair. A fat yellow-skinned humanoid male sat on of the stools, staring at the rent-boy who was carefully ignoring the rest of the bar.
Han Solo double-checked the name of the place, and slipped into a back booth with a good view of the door. He'd gotten an unsigned message to come here before midafternoon. The bar was in the middle-lower levels, seedy, but not run-down. It was old, though, since no table spouts appear, and there were no waitrons on duty.
He heaved himself out of his booth, and went to the bar for a drink. No sense waiting for whatever was about to happen without something to do. He caught a flash from the corner of his eye, and saw the rentboy had moved a little, almost as if posing to catch Han's interest.
He had it, all right. Low boots rose into black synth-leather pant so tight Han could watch his tendons flex when the guy bent his knees. The red shimmersilk shirt ended just above the rib- cage, with a tantalizing expanse of bare stomach between. The dark line of hair leading down from the navel, disappearing into the low waist of the pants, had been dusted with gold glitter.
Han turned away. He had an exclusive on the Last Jedi, and nothing anyone else could offer would make him risk that. He got his beer and went back to his booth. Luke would be doing his research, as he did every afternoon.
His lover was determined to make up for his lack of education, and to learn everything he ever wanted to know. Living simply on the stipend the New Republic paid him, a sum Han suspected was more a bribe to stay out of government affairs than a compensation for the occasional weight of Luke's authority, Luke spent his days at the Imperial archives, in private libraries and at universities across the galaxy, learning the lore of the Force and the Jedi. Fragmented and well- hidden, he sought out even the smallest scrap of arcane knowledge, hoping to one day revive the order.
Han grinned into his mug, remembering the time Luke's research had been into more personal matters: Jedi sex and the use of the Force in bed. Surprisingly enough, he'd actually found a good bit of information in the conventional sex books about it. They'd had a lot of fun practicing what Luke had picked up.
His beer was empty, and this time he chose a dispenser a little closer to the rentboy, who flexed a bit more under the scrutiny. Han thought he saw the bottom loop of a chain when the half-shirt rode up. And the guy's eyes were blue, bluer that Luke's were these days, as blue as Han remembered them being. The blue makeup lining them made them seem even huge and even brighter.
He didn't go back to the booth, but sat on the next stool over, appraising from the corner of his eye. Blue-eyes was working on a soft-drink, one dressed up to look alcoholic. That meant he was probably working. What kind of bullyman sent his boy out before mid-afternoon?
"Whatcha want, fella?" came the soft voice beside him. "You're looking, but I don't see credits."
"Whatcha got?" Han passed a twenty-credit chip under the edge of the bar.
"Ten minutes for that. Room seven at the top of the stairs. Come up in five." The rentboy got up and walked up the stairs, an easy sinuous grace making every step into an invitation.
The yellow-skinned humanoid a little further down raised his glass to Han in a sour acknowledgment of the spacer's luck. The five ticked by on the big clock above the bar and Han strode up the stairs, his confident walk belying the nervous excitement in his stomach. He hadn't done this sort of thing in a lot of years.
He took the stairs two at a time, letting the solid stretch required for that ease some of the tension from him. He, paused to wipe his palms on his pants and opened the door to room seven.
The shabby little room was badly lit and the mattress looked like it sagged. But Han wasn't paying attention. He leaned against the door, shutting it with his weight, staring at the man before him. The longish blond hair had red streaks in it to match his lip-paint and his shirt, which had been tossed over a chair. He hadn't been mistaken about the chain. The thin metal draped elegantly across the smooth chest, ending in small loops that held the tan nipples erect.
The glitter dust extended through the hair on his stomach and groin, and down to where a cock- ring of the same shade of gold circled an impressive shaft. The hair was shaved into a shape almost like an arrow, as if the clients needed directions, and the guy's balls and thighs were smooth.
He stood with one hand on his hip and a bored look on his painted face as Han stared. "Time's running, fella."
"C'mere and suck me," Han managed hoarsely.
As the red-painted lips closed around his cock, he shuddered. Strong hands held his hips steady and his own were buried in the red-streaked hair. There was no play, none of the slow sensuality that Han enjoyed, just a steady suction, a solid tongue and the occasional moan from the man at his feet, encouraging him to finish.
Han pulled the guy close as he came, shooting in an explosion that dragged the breath from him in a soft curse. He held him there, making him swallow before letting him up.
"Bastard," the rentboy hissed, climbing to his feet and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You don't swallow, huh?" Getting a negative shake, Han was across the room in three steps, pinning the painted slut to the mattress. "As long as you're on my credit, you do exactly what I want you to, clear?" After an affirmative, he reached down and grabbed the nipple chain. "How much to keep you a while longer?" He tugged it idly.
‘Hundred credits an hour." The soft voice was breathy and nervous. "And twenty more for the room." He gave a sharp hiss when Han pulled the chain harder.
"I'll pay when I'm finished." His hand drifted down to the cock pinned in an erect state by the gold ring. "It's pretty. Does it taste good, too?" He slid down the slender body, tracing the directing arrow with his fingers, before licking along the engorged shaft. He glanced up at the pretty face above him. The carmined lips beckoned him, offering other delights. He slid up to sample them.
Bare millimeters from the beckoning red, Han pulled back and stood up. "I don't kiss whores." He took in the painted face, the chain across the chest, the arrow of hair that was somehow both ridiculous and erotic at once. "Roll over and get comfortable."
The bedside table held the usual assortment of items such a room would require. Han selected the barrier foam, lubricant and protection in one. A generous handful later, he was ready.
He thought it best to ignore the grumbled, "Seleenood Corellians who don't go soft" from beneath him. If the guy didn't know he spoke Huttese, this was no time to enlighten him that his sexual tastes ran only to blond humans and not to womprats.
The back of the rentboy was as smooth as the front, the rear and thighs slick as transparisteel. Han took a moment to stroke the satiny skin that lay before him like a feast. But only a moment. He shoved in hard, eliciting a hiss of pain as he buried his cock to the hilt in the warm body beneath him.
Tight and so warm, and the squirming of mild discomfort was turning him on. Mindful of the time, Han did not linger as he would with a lover, but set a solid pace. The faint gasps were belied by the eager way the whore's body moved under him, rising to meet his thrusts, seeming to cling, holding him as he pulled out.
This orgasm was better than the one from the Low Kiss, and Han tensed, letting it sweep him, washing away his tension and need. After a minute, he pulled out, and went to wash in the basin across the room.
Clean of the foam, he returned to sit on the side of the bed. "Thanks."
"You liked it?" Blue-eyes sat up.
"Loved it." Han swept him into a kiss that stole his breath, long and sweet. "Love you too, kid. You didn't have to do this."
Luke smiled and kissed his lover again. "That, pirate, is why it's called a surprise gift."
Han ran a thumb along his lover's painted mouth. "Too damn pretty like this. I thought I'd have to fight that yellow guy at the bar for you."
"I was afraid you wouldn't come, or that you'd leave without noticing it was me."
"Came twice." The lopsided grin held endless mischief.
"Yes, you did. And I can't get this ring off until I do." Luke's eyes matched him for the mischief. "You, uh, want to help me out here?"
"This ring?" Han closed his hand over the gold band that circled the base of Luke's erection. "I think I like it. Maybe I should leave it there."
"Only if you like the sofa."
"Hmph, threats. Anyone tell you you're sexy when you're being nasty, kid?"
"You apparently thought so."
"Mouthy Jedi slut." Han kissed the hot retort to that off of Luke's lips. "Let's see what I can do about that ring, huh?"
Here ya go. My last fic of 2002. Currently taking comments, advice, whatever.
The bar was almost empty at this hour. A reptiliod being was leaning on the music-player, feeding in credits and playing cheap music. A couple of identical human women sat together talking, drinking and occasionally stroking each other's violet hair. A fat yellow-skinned humanoid male sat on of the stools, staring at the rent-boy who was carefully ignoring the rest of the bar.
Han Solo double-checked the name of the place, and slipped into a back booth with a good view of the door. He'd gotten an unsigned message to come here before midafternoon. The bar was in the middle-lower levels, seedy, but not run-down. It was old, though, since no table spouts appear, and there were no waitrons on duty.
He heaved himself out of his booth, and went to the bar for a drink. No sense waiting for whatever was about to happen without something to do. He caught a flash from the corner of his eye, and saw the rentboy had moved a little, almost as if posing to catch Han's interest.
He had it, all right. Low boots rose into black synth-leather pant so tight Han could watch his tendons flex when the guy bent his knees. The red shimmersilk shirt ended just above the rib- cage, with a tantalizing expanse of bare stomach between. The dark line of hair leading down from the navel, disappearing into the low waist of the pants, had been dusted with gold glitter.
Han turned away. He had an exclusive on the Last Jedi, and nothing anyone else could offer would make him risk that. He got his beer and went back to his booth. Luke would be doing his research, as he did every afternoon.
His lover was determined to make up for his lack of education, and to learn everything he ever wanted to know. Living simply on the stipend the New Republic paid him, a sum Han suspected was more a bribe to stay out of government affairs than a compensation for the occasional weight of Luke's authority, Luke spent his days at the Imperial archives, in private libraries and at universities across the galaxy, learning the lore of the Force and the Jedi. Fragmented and well- hidden, he sought out even the smallest scrap of arcane knowledge, hoping to one day revive the order.
Han grinned into his mug, remembering the time Luke's research had been into more personal matters: Jedi sex and the use of the Force in bed. Surprisingly enough, he'd actually found a good bit of information in the conventional sex books about it. They'd had a lot of fun practicing what Luke had picked up.
His beer was empty, and this time he chose a dispenser a little closer to the rentboy, who flexed a bit more under the scrutiny. Han thought he saw the bottom loop of a chain when the half-shirt rode up. And the guy's eyes were blue, bluer that Luke's were these days, as blue as Han remembered them being. The blue makeup lining them made them seem even huge and even brighter.
He didn't go back to the booth, but sat on the next stool over, appraising from the corner of his eye. Blue-eyes was working on a soft-drink, one dressed up to look alcoholic. That meant he was probably working. What kind of bullyman sent his boy out before mid-afternoon?
"Whatcha want, fella?" came the soft voice beside him. "You're looking, but I don't see credits."
"Whatcha got?" Han passed a twenty-credit chip under the edge of the bar.
"Ten minutes for that. Room seven at the top of the stairs. Come up in five." The rentboy got up and walked up the stairs, an easy sinuous grace making every step into an invitation.
The yellow-skinned humanoid a little further down raised his glass to Han in a sour acknowledgment of the spacer's luck. The five ticked by on the big clock above the bar and Han strode up the stairs, his confident walk belying the nervous excitement in his stomach. He hadn't done this sort of thing in a lot of years.
He took the stairs two at a time, letting the solid stretch required for that ease some of the tension from him. He, paused to wipe his palms on his pants and opened the door to room seven.
The shabby little room was badly lit and the mattress looked like it sagged. But Han wasn't paying attention. He leaned against the door, shutting it with his weight, staring at the man before him. The longish blond hair had red streaks in it to match his lip-paint and his shirt, which had been tossed over a chair. He hadn't been mistaken about the chain. The thin metal draped elegantly across the smooth chest, ending in small loops that held the tan nipples erect.
The glitter dust extended through the hair on his stomach and groin, and down to where a cock- ring of the same shade of gold circled an impressive shaft. The hair was shaved into a shape almost like an arrow, as if the clients needed directions, and the guy's balls and thighs were smooth.
He stood with one hand on his hip and a bored look on his painted face as Han stared. "Time's running, fella."
"C'mere and suck me," Han managed hoarsely.
As the red-painted lips closed around his cock, he shuddered. Strong hands held his hips steady and his own were buried in the red-streaked hair. There was no play, none of the slow sensuality that Han enjoyed, just a steady suction, a solid tongue and the occasional moan from the man at his feet, encouraging him to finish.
Han pulled the guy close as he came, shooting in an explosion that dragged the breath from him in a soft curse. He held him there, making him swallow before letting him up.
"Bastard," the rentboy hissed, climbing to his feet and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You don't swallow, huh?" Getting a negative shake, Han was across the room in three steps, pinning the painted slut to the mattress. "As long as you're on my credit, you do exactly what I want you to, clear?" After an affirmative, he reached down and grabbed the nipple chain. "How much to keep you a while longer?" He tugged it idly.
‘Hundred credits an hour." The soft voice was breathy and nervous. "And twenty more for the room." He gave a sharp hiss when Han pulled the chain harder.
"I'll pay when I'm finished." His hand drifted down to the cock pinned in an erect state by the gold ring. "It's pretty. Does it taste good, too?" He slid down the slender body, tracing the directing arrow with his fingers, before licking along the engorged shaft. He glanced up at the pretty face above him. The carmined lips beckoned him, offering other delights. He slid up to sample them.
Bare millimeters from the beckoning red, Han pulled back and stood up. "I don't kiss whores." He took in the painted face, the chain across the chest, the arrow of hair that was somehow both ridiculous and erotic at once. "Roll over and get comfortable."
The bedside table held the usual assortment of items such a room would require. Han selected the barrier foam, lubricant and protection in one. A generous handful later, he was ready.
He thought it best to ignore the grumbled, "Seleenood Corellians who don't go soft" from beneath him. If the guy didn't know he spoke Huttese, this was no time to enlighten him that his sexual tastes ran only to blond humans and not to womprats.
The back of the rentboy was as smooth as the front, the rear and thighs slick as transparisteel. Han took a moment to stroke the satiny skin that lay before him like a feast. But only a moment. He shoved in hard, eliciting a hiss of pain as he buried his cock to the hilt in the warm body beneath him.
Tight and so warm, and the squirming of mild discomfort was turning him on. Mindful of the time, Han did not linger as he would with a lover, but set a solid pace. The faint gasps were belied by the eager way the whore's body moved under him, rising to meet his thrusts, seeming to cling, holding him as he pulled out.
This orgasm was better than the one from the Low Kiss, and Han tensed, letting it sweep him, washing away his tension and need. After a minute, he pulled out, and went to wash in the basin across the room.
Clean of the foam, he returned to sit on the side of the bed. "Thanks."
"You liked it?" Blue-eyes sat up.
"Loved it." Han swept him into a kiss that stole his breath, long and sweet. "Love you too, kid. You didn't have to do this."
Luke smiled and kissed his lover again. "That, pirate, is why it's called a surprise gift."
Han ran a thumb along his lover's painted mouth. "Too damn pretty like this. I thought I'd have to fight that yellow guy at the bar for you."
"I was afraid you wouldn't come, or that you'd leave without noticing it was me."
"Came twice." The lopsided grin held endless mischief.
"Yes, you did. And I can't get this ring off until I do." Luke's eyes matched him for the mischief. "You, uh, want to help me out here?"
"This ring?" Han closed his hand over the gold band that circled the base of Luke's erection. "I think I like it. Maybe I should leave it there."
"Only if you like the sofa."
"Hmph, threats. Anyone tell you you're sexy when you're being nasty, kid?"
"You apparently thought so."
"Mouthy Jedi slut." Han kissed the hot retort to that off of Luke's lips. "Let's see what I can do about that ring, huh?"
