Han froze in his seat as a faint sound leaked in from the room around the corner. It was a high pitched squeak; not one that Chewie would have ever been caught dead making, and certainly not one that the falcon could produce. He waited, head cocked to the side, listening. After a few moments he prepared to settle back down in his chair, almost convinced that he had imagined it, when what could only be described as a moan snapped him back to full attention.

Human.

He abruptly stood up and walked over to inspect his quarters, the last room on the ship he had seen any other human, the last place he had helped Luke settle down to rest. He crept up to the door, small rustling sounds mixed in with quiet groans forcing his hand down to his blaster reflexively. There was no way something had snuck on the falcon, was there? Why did the kid always give him so much trouble?

He jumped in the doorway, almost dropping his blaster in shock before regaining somewhat of his previous composure. Luke lay twisted in a mess of sheets and blankets, hair tousled and face red, lips slightly parted in silent pleasure. His eyes closed softly and his hand twitching as he began to mumble.

Han felt a wave of embarrassment crash over him, its full sound, as if he were truly being attacked by the ocean, cancelled out any sound. He stood fixed as perfectly in place as a carbonite statue. Should he leave? Should he wake him up? Who could the kid be dreaming about? He blinked furiously. What kinds of questions were those? He should just make a swift exit.

"H-haan…" The plaintive cry curled around Han's being, filling the front of his mind with wonder as he quietly closed the door and slid back into the pilot seat.

He smirked.

XXX

Arrogance practically oozed out of Han's face as he swiveled ever so slightly back and forth in his pilot's chair, fingers laced behind his head, as Luke walked into the cockpit and sat down beside his friend.

After a few moments of silence Luke looked over and cleared his throat.

"Uh, hey Han...everything alright?"

Han just smirked, eyes locked onto Luke's confused face. "Alrighty then." Luke tapped his fingers on the control panel and gazed out at the swath of stars before them. "Are we going to get there anytime soon?"

Han licked his lips and suddenly moved his hands to grip the side of his seat then rolled himself closer to Luke.

"It'l probably be a few more days, going at this pace...anyway, I have a serious question for you."

Luke arched an eyebrow and looked up at Han inquisitively with his big, innocent eyes Han tended to get lost in. Well, he reminded himself, seemingly innocent anyway.

He pulled his hand through his hair before using both hands to motion to his full body.

"Answer this truthfully, kid. How do you think I look?" Luke's eyes grew wide as his voice failed him.

"C'mon kid, I'm serious, I used to be the talk of the galaxy and after recent events I'm starting to worry if I've still, you know, got it."

Luke swallowed and locked his gaze on Han's boots. Han grinned in triumph as he saw the rush of color that claimed Luke's face.

"Well, you,you...you've got nice boots."

Han scoffed.

"And?"

Luke licked his lips, his throat felt like it was on fire.

"And…" He moved his gaze up, slowly taking in the full scene of beauty before him. The look on Han's face was if nothing else, pure gold; full of anticipation, of confidence, of impatience. Luke squirmed in his chair before squinting his eyes tightly shut.

"And you have a perfect body and gorgeous hair, and anybody in the galaxy would be lucky to have you."

Something in Han's eyes flickered wildly and Luke sat on his hands and quickly tossed his gaze to study the floor.

"Is that so?"

Han nodded to himself, pleased, before reaching over to rest his hand on Luke's chin. Luke flinched at the touch, and snapped his head up just as Han's lips pushed into his. He allowed a little gasp of disbelief to release from his parted lips as Han smoothed his hand through Luke's hair and drew away from him, that confounded smirk still plastered on his face.

"I knew it."

Luke flushed scarlet and covered his eyes with his arms, childishly attempting to disappear.

Han tousled his hair then in contradiction, as if deciding he didn't want to frighten Luke, gently curled his hair behind his ear.

"There's no need to be afraid, I won't bite you, kid I promise."

Luke slowly lowered his arms and looked up at Han with those bright eyes, now filled to the brim with embarrassment.

"Unless you're into that kind of thing."

Han chuckled before Luke surprised him by cutting him off mid speech and kissing him clumsily, his arms wrapping around his neck.

Han deepened the kiss and pulled Luke up so that his legs were wrapped around his torso, before they fell back into Han's chair. Luke buried his nose into his neck and gripped on his shoulders just a little too tightly, but Han didn't mind.

"I do think you're pretty great." Luke whispered, trying his hardest to hold back a groan as Han moved to suck on his neck.

"Mhmm" Han mumbled into his throat as Luke arched his neck for better access.

Luke pulled away and pressed their foreheads together, still scared to look Han in the eye as he tried to catch his breath.