Star Boys - A Skysolo Story

Chapter 5 - Star Boy

Han had finally reached Luke's room. Luke had apparently been more stressed than he thought because he fell asleep right there in his arms. Han could feel his heart thrumming against the inside of his chest as Luke nestled his head into him, slightly disheveling his blonde hair.

Han readjusted himself so he was holding Luke with one arm and gently grabbed Luke's hand with the other. He pressed it to the panel by the door. Luke was so small. Han felt himself gentling his movements more than usual so he wouldn't accidentally hurt the man.

The door slid open and Han stepped in. He hadn't actually been in Luke's room before. It was tidier than he expected. Tidier than his own at least. Luke's bag was hung on a peg by the door and his pilots uniform was folded neatly on a chair near his desk. Han had to chuckle at the starship models Luke had sitting out. Had he really brought those all this way? He even had a CR90 Corvette. It reminded Han of his home planet. He also had a small book set out. A journal perhaps?

He gently set Luke down on the bed. Surprisingly, this is what woke him up. The blonde gently fluttered his eyes and looked up at Han, slightly confused.

"H-Han?" He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his wrist.

"What happened?"

Han froze. How could a man be this cute? Luke was an adult, same as him, and yet somehow he was so full of innocence. God how he wanted to ruin that. Luke sat up, still waiting for an answer. He cocked his head.

"Han?"

This brought the older man back to reality. He shook his head a bit, trying to clear his mind.

"Y-yeah! I carried you back here after...what happened. You fell asleep on the way here and I was just setting you down so you could stay that way!"

Luke blushed and looked down at his knees.

"Sorry! You really didn't have to carry me here!"

Han laughed. Luke was actually apologizing for letting him carry him. This kid really was naïve!

"Luke. You're fine. It was no trouble!" Han said, tentatively resting a hand on the man's knee. Luke looked up and met his eyes. Han gulped. His eyes were the exact color of the sky right before a storm. That was Han's new favorite color.

"Thanks, Han."

Han blushed. He had always thought his name was fairly plain, but when the kid said it, it sounded like the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. He was definitely in too deep. How did this kid get so good at making him act like an idiot? Han considered himself skilled in the art of navigation and yet he kept finding himself lost in the galaxy of freckles on Luke's face.

"Anytime, star boy!" Han said, getting up to leave. If Luke only knew what Han meant by that. Han couldn't even begin to imagine how he would react if he did.

Luke didn't say anything as Han left the room and the door slid shut. Well at least he knew now. He liked Luke. But there was no way Luke would ever go for a smuggling scoundrel like him.