valarltd | 2512 words of raw porn

This is a rough draft of the beginning chapter ofa much longer story. It is spell-checked but not beta'd. It's posted here for

thamiris's Porn Pact.

Thus, I avoid ostracism and am allowed to use the word "cock" for something other than coq au vin.

Star Wars, about 4-5 years post-RotJ

Warnings: drunken sex, rough, betrayal.

Luke wasn’t getting drunk.

This irritated Han. He’d bought three rounds for the house, and most everyone else was pleasantly squiffed. Luke just sat beside him, smiling that enigmatic Jedi half-smile, drinking but not getting drunk.

The booze was probably watered anyway. Han couldn’t get drunk enough either. He was trying to get to “Bonelessly Fogged In” but seemed to be stuck at “Fighting Mad.” He’d been at “Fighting Mad” for three days. He’d spent two of them fighting with Leia, saying things that shouldn’t be said, and getting himself kicked out of the apartment.

Luke had found him here, eased onto a stool beside him, and kept watch like a nursemaid. He wouldn’t put it past his bitch-princess to sic her brother on him.

“Another round!” he shouted, and new drinks materialized in front of him and Luke. Luke sipped at the brandy, but Han guzzled his. It wasn’t good enough to linger over.

“Han, I think it’s time to go home.”

Han shrugged off the helpful hand with a sneer. Nobody seemed willing to give him a fight. Maybe Luke could hold his own. “Nag nag nag. Just like your sister.”

Luke chuckled infuriatingly. “We only nag because we love you, pirate.”

“Oh really?” Han was on his feet, his usual mischief smile turned dark and wicked. “Prove it,” he snarled, catching Luke by the head and kissing him.

Luke tried not to struggle. He couldn’t breathe. Han’s tongue was too big in his mouth. His lip split. He was getting light-headed because his nose was squashed too. He struggled out of Han’s grip and stood there staring. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and it came away bloody.

“I’m going to take you home and put you to bed, Han. You’ll be sorry in the morning.”

“Sure, get me home, take me to bed and make me very, very sorry.” Some of the bar patrons laughed, but Luke merely offered a hand and led Han out.

His apartment was small, and Han seemed to dominate it like a force of nature. A drunken, angry, horny force of nature, Luke amended to himself. He got his friend’s boots off and got him settled on the couch.

“No good-night kiss?” Han asked. Luke shoved two Hang-quells at him instead.

“I’ll see you in the morning. We’ll talk to Leia and work out this latest mess. As always.” Luke went to bed.

Han dozed on the couch, uncomfortable and slightly ill. He’d drunk a lot in the last week, and not eaten much at all. Finally, his stomach demanded he find something. He got up, and checked out Luke’s kitchen. He hooked a roll from the bread box and a piece of cheese from the cooler, cursing Luke’s ascetic ways.

He felt better after he’d eaten, but the memory of Luke’s mouth was making him crazy. He’d gone for the wrong twin. That wasn’t news. He’d figured that out two years ago, after the third time Luke let him sleep on the couch after a fight.

No time like the present to make up for it.

Han stripped, leaving his clothes in the main room. He padded into Luke’s bedroom. Light from the window spilled a lurid cascade of orange and blue over the half-naked man sleeping tangled in the covers. Gorgeous.

Luke was beautiful, all smooth skin and hard muscles. He slept on his side, his face buried in the pillow. Han sat on the bed and reached out to flick the sheet down. He had to know if there were sleeppants or if the sweet nakedness went all the way down.

Luke was not only naked, but hard in his sleep. The perfect crime. Han ducked in for a taste. Luke was hot, and velvet over steel. The head was big and Han hadn’t done this is a very long time. He licked and kissed, then sucked in as much as he could.

Luke woke with a start, thrusting his hips forward before realizing the situation. Han sucked him hard, licking and scraping his teeth lightly along the shaft. Before he was quite awake, Luke came.

Han spat it into a corner of the sheet. He might like a mouthful of cock, but he was no female to be taking the slime into his body. He slid up and kissed Luke again, finding him more cooperative in his half-asleep state.

“Return the favor, kid.”

“Hunh?” Luke normally woke up faster, but an orgasm on the brink of wakefulness had nearly sent him back to sleep.

“Go down and suck me. I know you can do it. Pilots talk and Wedge says you use your tongue better than a Vrigalian Funeral Orator.” Wedge had said no such thing.

Luke gave in to the hands that were shoving him downward. He could have fought, but the smell of Han, the warmth of his body were intoxicating to the touch-deprived Jedi. He’d done this a few times, never much liking it. But Han was right. When someone did right by you, you did right by him.

Luke ignored the smoke and alcohol-induced bitterness of Han’s skin, but a weird taste made him lick harder. It was salty and sort of sour, but familiar in a way he couldn’t place. As he sucked more of the cock into his mouth, it struck him, and he tried to pull away, only to find Han was holding his head.

Luke struggled. Han had come to him straight from Leia and not washed in between. This was wrong. Han’s grip on his hair tightened.

“Whassamatter kid? Thought you liked her taste. Come on and suck me like a good boy. Finish up.”

Sweet Force, was this what had caused Leia to throw him out? The words were carelessly vicious, geared to one memory the twins wished they didn’t have. It was the brandy talking, Luke told himself. Han would be apologetic in the morning. Best to finish this and get back to sleep. He concentrated on pleasing Han, sucking deep and working his throat round the tip, pulling out and flicking his tongue all over.

Finally tired of all the tricks, Han rolled them onto their sides, and held Luke’s head steady while thrusting into his mouth. He came hard, and held Luke still until he felt the swallow.

“So good, Luke.” He pulled him up to kiss him hard. “So gorgeous.” He tangled his hands in Luke’s hair and jerked his head back to feast n his throat. “You smell nice. Taste good.” Luke cried out as sharp teeth worried the thin skin of his neck. “Sound so sexy.”

The bites and sucking were sending bolts of desire through Luke. He groaned as Han moved lower to suck at his nipples. He realized Han hadn’t gone soft and was still rubbing against him. The feel of the shaft against his thighs aroused him, but frightened him too.

“Luke?” The question was soft, with none of the demanding greed that had been Han up until now. “You got anything?”

“Like what?”

“I’m gong to screw you through the mattress, buddy. I just thought some lube would make it easier on both of us.”

“Han, you’re drunk. Stop now before we can’t face each other.”

“Yeah, I’m drunk. I’d be a lot drunker if you hadn’t stopped me. And I am still going to nail your ass to the bed.”

“Han, no. Go back to the couch, and sleep this off.”

But Han was rummaging through the nightstand, and produced a bottle of lubricant. He rolled Luke onto his back and kissed him hard, leaving Luke gasping for breath. “Who is this for?”

Before Luke could answer his mouth was assaulted again, buried under an avalanche of Han. This time, when the kiss broke, he said “Virni and Merl.”

“Who?” Han had never heard the names, and he didn’t like them now.

“We had a thing. They were a pair of Corellian twins, looking for a mate that would take them both. We even talked about bonding.”

Han’s eyes flashed with dark anger. “They’d better stay in past tense. I’m the head of this family and you, little brother, are not bonding anybody.”

“You haven’t married Leia yet.” Keep him talking, Luke thought. Get him to realize what he’ll lose. “And if you rape me now, you never will.”

“Rape?” Han drew back. “Luke, I ain’t never been to bed with someone who didn’t want me and I ain’t starting now. For that, you’re going to beg me to fuck you.”

“I don’t think so, Han.” The cool, calm Jedi mask had slipped back into place.

“Oh yeah?” The mischief-grin was back. “We’ll see about that.”

Luke barely caught his breath before the hot mouth was devouring his again, making his head spin with stale brandy, smoke, his own taste and the flavor of Han. It was a heady, potent mix, confusing him as much as the hands on his body which were coaxing him back to arousal.

“Han–“ A kiss cut him off. When Han abandoned his mouth for his throat, Luke tried again. “Leia will–“

“Shut up, kid.” The growled order was enforced with a kiss. “She don’t want me back. And I don’t care. I want you.”

After a few minutes, Luke found he wasn’t caring either. It wasn’t just that he’d been without a lover or even physical contact for months. It wasn’t just Han’s knowing hands, that seemed to be everywhere at once, igniting him. It was everything. It was juvenile fantasies come back to haunt him, and the unique connection he made to the Living Force he made only when being physical.

He thrust up against, Han, hard again, feeling out of control and needy. He wanted Han, had for years, but he loved his sister. He couldn’t take what was hers. Then han’s hand was on him, and he couldn’t think of anything else.

Han smiled against the smooth skin of Luke’s chest. It had been a while since he’d had a man, and he’d missed these pleasures. None too gently, he stroked the hard cock in his hand. Luke moaned and shoved harder. He kept stroking, dragging Luke to the precipice and then abandoning his cock to play with his thighs, or chest.

“Han?” Luke’s voice was a raspy groan. He’d been breathing through his mouth during the sensual teasing.

“Yeah?”

“More.”

“More what? You want me to bring you off, kid?”

“Yes!” Luke thrust up for emphasis.

“Yeah, I could do that.” Han upped the stakes by taking a lick along the bottom Luke’s cock. It wrenched an inarticulate moan from his friend. “But I only will when I’m inside you.”

“Please.”

“Please what? You still want me to stop?” Han abandoned Luke’s body, and got up from the bed. He was half-way to the door.

“Han. Please, take me.” Luke was horrified. He should let Han go, let him leave, write this whole embarrassing incident off to too much brandy. But he couldn’t.

“Take you? Take you where? I’m going back to the couch. We can travel in the morning, when we’re sober.” Han was in the doorway now.

Luke slumped. Han had won. “Come back to bed and fuck me,” he said softly.

Han smiled, but wiped it from his face as he turned back to Luke. “You sure? I don’t think I heard that.” He took two steps back in, and when Luke stayed silent, turned again as if thinking the better of his action. “I’d better just go.”

“Get. Back. Here.” Luke’s teeth were clenched, and he wouldn’t look up. He nudged Han through the Force.

“Hey, no mumbo-jumbo, junior.” Han sat down on the edge of the bed. “Now, what do you want?”

“Fuck me.” The words came easier this time. But there was still no volume or conviction behind them. And Luke still wouldn’t look at him.

“You don’t sound very sure, Luke.”

“Han, stop it. I want you. Just stop playing and take me.”

“Uh-uh kid. You’re not begging, you’re demanding. And I don’t take orders. Not from you, not from your sister, not from anyone.”

“Han...” Luke looked up, and for a minute unleashed the need, pain and confusion on his friend. “Please?”

Overwhelmed by the desire in the blue eyes, the pain in that one ragged word, Han obliged. He pushed Luke back to the mattress gently and kissed him, much less roughly. “Sure.” He’d planned to shove Luke to hands and knees and plunder him. But now, he felt less aggressive, more in the mood for pleasure.

He rolled Luke to face away from him and stroked his back and shoulders. One hand drifted lower, and cupped the perfect butt. A single finger traced the cleft, and paused to tease the opening. Luke hissed and rubbed back.

Han had never put the lube down, so now he slicked one finger and continued to rub. He licked Luke’s shoulder, and neck and across his back, tipping his face back for a slow, deep kiss. “You’re gorgeous. Wanted you a long time, kid.”

Luke fought the shivery sensations crawling up his body from Han’s fingertip, but surrendered into the kiss. He felt the finger slide inside him, and he just sucked harder on Han’s tongue.

Han pulled away for a second, and prepared himself, then gathered Luke back into his arms. “Here we go. Luke.” He pressed hard, feeling the resistance and not caring. Harder, and harder until Luke’s body gave because Han’s will wouldn’t.

“No.” Luke’s eyes were big. He clenched his teeth. “Out. Get out. Force, it hurts!” He felt split in two, and on fire from the inside. He couldn’t take another second of it.

“Quiet.” Han held still, knowing he was hurting Luke, but not really caring. He wanted to move, and this frustrated him. He kissed Luke again, and stroked him, trying to relax him. Luke stayed tense, his breath coming fast.

Finally Luke started to relax. The pain subsided to a bearable level, and Han’s hand around his cock was actually pleasurable again.

Sensing the change, Han moved. He started slow, but hadn’t the patience to maintain it. He let go of Luke’s cock and grabbed his hip, holding him still. He sped up, until he was pounding, setting a punishing pace that was nearly painful to him. He wanted this done. The orgasm that as building far too slowly would give him the oblivion he wanted. Sweet sleep, and he wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.

He bit down on Luke’s shoulder to stifle the cry as his hips snapped hard, once, twice, a third time, shooting deep and hot within his friend. Luke yelled and pushed his head away.

Belatedly remembering his promise, he reached around and rubbed, trying to bring Luke off. Luke rolled away, out of his arms, to sprawl face down on the bed.

“Go back to the couch, Han,” he said, exhaustion and disappointment bitter in his voice. “We’ll talk in the morning.”