The tree-bound hut was small, but the two men didn't really care. One bed filled a corner, and that was as far as the decorations or furnishings went.
"Cozy," Luke commented as he and Wedge studied their new quarters.
"Just what we want," replied the Corellian, nuzzling the Jedi's ear.
Luke smiled, leaned forward slightly, and transferred his lover's attentions to his mouth. The kiss was deep, passionate, but slightly playful, as well. Wedge grinned as the two of them broke for air, and he felt Luke's hands work their slow, stealthy way under his shirt. "Who needs a big victory party with bonfires? We've got our own going right here."
"And no one else is invited," smiled Luke, his blue eyes sparkling with laughter.
"That's for sure," Wedge mumbled before diving back in, taking possession of his lover's mouth fiercely.
Luke's hands had not been lazy during those brief sentences, and the kiss sure didn't faze them at all. Luke used the Force to pull open Wedge's shirt, allowing sneaky hands that much more access. Wedge grimaced.
"It's not fair," he complained, coming up once again to breathe. "You get to use the Force, but I have to get you naked the old-fashioned way."
Luke laughed, a rich chuckle that stirred the other man's blood. "You seem plenty good at the 'old-fashioned way' to me," he pointed out, smiling broadly.
"Plenty good, huh?" Wedge asked. "How about plenty good at this?" And he pressed himself against Luke, kissing him fiercely and holding him against the wall of the little hut.
Luke didn't answer, as his mouth was otherwise occupied at the moment. When Wedge finally let him up for air, Luke's face was flushed, and he was breathing very heavily. He pulled Wedge towards the bed, and Wedge wrapped an arm around Luke as he flopped down. Somehow, Luke managed to land on top, and he straddled his lover, holding him in place. Wedge reached up to push Luke's top off, and to run his hands over Luke's bare chest. Leaning upward as he did so, he was able to feel the hard bulge in the dark trousers Luke wore, and he was quite aware already of how much his pants had apparently shrunk in the past few minutes. Luke seemed to notice, too, because he moved of off Wedge and began worrying at the closure to the plain pants. Wedge lifted his hips up to help the process along, and was soon down to the same amount of clothing he'd been born in.
But Luke was still clothed from the waist down, and Wedge needed to rectify that situation. Quickly, easily, he stripped Luke of trousers and underwear, freeing the hard, flushed erection.
Luke pressed himself against Wedge, trapping the brown-haired man against the bed. "Lube," he murmured. "We need some lube."
"Came prepared," Wedge replied. He leaned over the side of the bed, searching through his discarded clothing. In a pants pocket he found the tube, and squeezed some onto his hand.
Luke groaned deep in his throat when he felt warm hands coated with lube run their smooth way up and down his hardened length. When Wedge was done, Luke grabbed the lube, squeezed a generous amount into one hand, then set to work making sure Wedge's opening was coated, up inside. Wedge groaned as Luke's fingers found the spot guaranteed to make him squirm.
Luke smiled at him. "Love you, Antilles."
Wedge reached up to caress Luke's face and run his fingers through silky dark blond hair. "Love you too, Skywalker."
Then Luke started pushing forward, slowly, carefully, making sure he wasn't going faster than Wedge's muscles could handle. He groaned as he slid farther and farther into hot tightness, losing himself in his lover's body, thrusting, feeling Wedge come up to meet him, both of them calling out to each other, repeating each other's name over and over…
The two of them came nearly at the same time, Wedge's come stickily coating both their stomachs. Luke grabbed a soft, handy piece of cloth—he thought it might be Wedge's undershirt, but couldn't really tell and didn't really care. He cleaned them both up, sleepily, then they simply lay together, heartbeat to heartbeat, arms wrapped around each other.
"I love you, Luke," Wedge mumbled sleepily.
"I love you too, Wedge," Luke replied.
Sleep claimed them, and they lay heart to heart, together.
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Okay, this is the essential end of the series. I might add more, depending on my muse, but the next scene that silly little Greek sprite has dumped on me is simply a continuation of this section's mushy romance, at the moment. It might develop. I simply like mushy romance, especially if it involves Luke. Anyhow, thank you all for your reviews, and may the Force be with you.