Flashback Friday: When Luke Met Han
“Could you please get me a drink?” Luke asked the guard beside him, making his voice seem innocent, “I’m parched, honestly.”
“Yes, sir,” the guard said, pointing to a stand that sold food and drinks, “I’ll be right there, okay?”
“Thank you,” Luke smiled at him. He watched him until he walked away and immediately turned around, pulling himself on the fire escape of the building. He climbed up the floors until he pulled himself to the roof. He looked back and made sure the guard was still at the stand.
He deserved a break anyways.
It was his first day, after all.
He’d been assigned a new guard after the last one quit.
They weren’t really happy with Luke’s…”antics,” as his father, called it.
Luke jumped across the rooftops easily until he got to the shipping district. He kneeled down on the rooftop of the tavern and pulled his hood up, watching the people below. He watched as ships came and went, going up into the air before finally disappearing.
He wished he could go too.
Luke felt himself moving before he thought about it. He didn’t know why but today he wanted to go down to the port, not just stand and watch.
Luke looked around before sliding down the back of the tavern roof. He swung down and put his shoes on the pavement. He landed easily and looked around....when his eyes fell on a man and a Wookiee.
He didn’t know why he felt so drawn to watch the man, but he did. He leaned on the crates, watching as the man and the Wookiee. Luke was always interested in all the pilots, sure...but he’d never felt this drawn to one.
Luke felt a chill go down his spine when the man looked up, making eye contact with him. He felt like he should probably walk away before things got awkward...but he just couldn’t stop looking.
He watched as the man told the Wookiee something before walking over and putting his hand on the crate Luke was leaning on. He smirked down at him, “Didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s impolite to stare?”
“Not when it’s something that deserves to be stared at,” Luke said, surprising the man and himself, even.
“Well,” the man laughed, “You got a name, gorgeous?”
“Luke,” he told him, tilting his head, “And you?”
“Han Solo,” he said, staring down at his lips, “How about you and me get a drink?” he asked, nodding over to the tavern.
Luke gave him a half smile, “I’d like that, Han,” he said, trying to ignore the warm feeling in his chest.
“So you’ve never left Naboo?” Han asked, taking a long drink.
Luke shook his head, smiling slightly as he looked down at his drink, “No, I’ve never been away. It’s not so bad really...it’s a very nice place.”
“I guess,” Han rolled his eyes, “Nothing compares to being out there among the stars, kid, trust me.”
“I’ve had dreams,” Luke said, the drinks he’d had now causing him to have a very open mouth about himself, “About going out. I love it here and I love my family...but…” he shook his head, “I’ve always loved looking out at the stars and wondering.”
“Well,” Han said, suddenly closer to him, “Maybe one of these days I’ll show you, Luke.”
Luke leaned back into him slightly, “You don’t have to impress me, Han...just being off planet is enough to impress me,” he said, touching his cheek. He felt drunk, but not...drunk. Sure, he’d been drunk with his sister and her friends before, but this felt...love drunk.
He’d never felt such strong feelings towards anyone, actually. He’d never dated, never even kissed anyone. He just thought he’d never find that connection.
Han was staring down at him, not saying anything.
“I’ve never been kissed, Han,” he admitted softly.
“A guy as attractive as you?” Han chuckled, “Doubt that, kid.”
Luke shook his head, “Never.”
“Well,” Han said, putting his hand on his cheek. He touched his bottom lip with his thumb, staring into his blue eyes, “Mind if I give it a shot?”
“Please,” Luke breathed out.
Han pressed his lips against his, a lot gentler than Luke thought a man like Han would be. He ran his hand through his hair, pulling him close with his free hand.
Luke hooked one of his legs over Han’s thigh and wrapped his arms around his neck, kissing back. His hands fumbled around awkwardly before he finally just let them drape over Han’s shoulders.
“Relax,” Han breathed out as he pulled away.
“I’m kissing a man I just met in a bar,” Luke mumbled, resting his forehead against Han’s, “I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Kid, I’ve been all around the galaxy,” Han said, breathing a little heavy, “But neither have I.”
Luke went to reach down for Han’s belt buckle but Han grabbed his hand.
“Not when we’ve been drinking this much,” Han told him quietly, “Lemme walk you home. You still wanna...keep this up, you can meet me at my dock.”
Luke nodded, getting up but keeping his hold on Han’s hand.
“You know the way there?” Han asked.
Luke nodded again, “It’s not far. We could walk,” he told him quietly, “It’s nice outside right now.”
Han just hummed, continuing to hold Luke’s hand as he threw a couple units at the bartender on the way out.
“It’s such a nice night,” Luke said, still holding Han’s hand as they walked through the almost-empty streets.
Han just hummed, looking up at the stars as he held hands with the boy beside him. He didn’t know if it was the drinks he had or just how damn beautiful he was, but he didn’t feel the need to run at the warm feeling in his chest.
He hadn’t felt this way since Bria...and he actually spent time with her before the feelings part happened.
Luke was…different.
“This is me,” Luke said, pointing at the house. It was like all the other houses around, but a little larger. It was in the same beautiful brick used all over Naboo with flowers growing outside all the windows.
Han knew that house.
Han had seen that house on the news when Senator Amidala had moved out of the castle for the first time...everyone went crazy, like it was some big deal that the queen wasn’t the queen anymore.
“You…” Han trailed off.
Luke.
Luke, like Amidala’s son.
Luke, like in the stupid white picket fence-esque photo that was all over the news about the galaxy’s “perfect family.” A Jedi Knight, a politician mother, and two perfect twins.
Luke was rich.
Luke was the son of politics and the Jedi order that caused the war they were in.
Han let go of his hand, not saying anything.
“Thank you,” Luke said softly, “For walking me home...and my kiss,” he smiled up at him.
Han just grunted.
Luke kissed his cheek softly before going inside.
Han sighed, running his hand through his hair and walking away quickly.
He should’ve known it was too good to be true.
