Work Text:
Han thought the Rebellion might be a good chance to get closer to the young man he'd turned his entire life around for, physically and emotionally. In his experience, military downtime was the perfect opportunity for some ... bonding.
But he hadn't had much bonding time with Luke. The war kept them pulled in different directions, and some days the closest they could get to a conversation, let alone flirting, was making eye contact during a strategy meeting.
They hadn't been totally abstinent, thank the maker. Luke seemed eager to kiss him whenever Han looked at him a little too long, or touched his hair a certain way. Han had even gotten a hand down his pants once (but that didn't last long). But every kiss felt like a chance encounter, a surprise bit of good luck, not a habit.
This reconnaissance mission seemed like the perfect opportunity though. They were undercover now, as they trudged through the low levels of Coruscant, pretending to be lost tourists on their honeymoon. A stroke of genius so good Han couldn't believe he hadn't come up with it. Two womp rats, one shot, as Luke would say. Rebellion heroics and an excuse to be real sweet to Luke.
Han held his hand as they walked, talking in hushed voices about the intel they needed, and then talking in loud voices about the sights and sounds. It wasn't hard for Luke to look so amazed; his blue eyes had been wide with wonder since they landed on the Imp-ridden planet. Han smiled every time he looked over and caught Luke staring up at the hovercars and skyscrapers above him, mouth open in wonder.
"You're good at this tourist act," Han teased.
Luke shoved him. "There's a lot of the galaxy I haven't seen before," he defended.
"You know if you had taken my offer, you'd've seen a lot more of it by now," Han said.
"I'm sure that after a few long hyperspace trips with me, you'd throw me out of the airlock," Luke said.
Han let go of his hand in favor of swinging an arm over Luke's shoulder and pulling him in close. "You? Never." He switched to a more obviously affected, theatrical voice. "You're the love of my life, hubby."
"Hubby?" Luke asked.
"Too much?"
"A bit, I think," Luke said, a smile on his lips.
They walked along the damp sidewalks, illuminated by neon signs advertising cheap restaurants and strippers (some at the same time), until they heard the familiar sounds of plastoid armor clunking its way around the corner.
"There's at least six of them," Luke said, suddenly worried. The two of them were hardly noticeable in their street clothes, but there wasn't a crowd for them to blend it. All the locals had disappeared inside. He turned to try and get into a noodle shop, but they'd locked the doors behind them.
"Kiss me," Han said, "quick."
Luke blinked fast at him. "That never works!"
"It might work!"
"No your plans never work. You get around on luck --"
"It's not luck! I know what I'm doing --"
"--we're stuck alone down here and --"
"--I didn't have anything to do with that --"
Their disagreement turned into a shouting match quick. It had occurred to Han more than once that both Luke and Leia were expert arguers, bypassing whatever the argument was about to get right to his soft, vulnerable, emotional underbelly. Just Han's luck it seemed.
The sound of their shouting and the ambient noise of the city completely distracted Han from the approaching footsteps. He only registered the stormtrooper presence when one of them said: "It's just a lovers quarrel, leave them to it,"
Han and Luke looked over to see three of the troopers turning away from them quickly to march forward.
Han leaned in. "Did we give anything away?"
Luke shook his head. "That worked out better than kissing."
Han pouted. "Maybe, but it wasn't as fun."
Luke smiled. "I had fun."
"I thought the Jedi were supposed to be all peaceful and shit," Han complained, turning to keep walking.
"I thought you didn't believe in the Force," Luke countered.
"Yeah but you do, and as long as you do, I'm gonna help you stay on track ... religiously and all that," Han said.
"And kissing is the way to do that?" Luke asked.
"You never know. Could be," Han said.
"You know ... we're close to the ruins of the old Jedi temple ... we could look for an answer," Luke offered.
"No detours," Han said.
"It's not," Luke protested. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a holo from Leia. "Direct instructions to me."
Han shook his head in confusion. "I wasn't told."
"I figured you wouldn't sign up for the mission if you knew hokey old religions were involved," Luke said.
"I would have, for you," Han argued. "And you could have told me sooner."
"You were bound to find out," Luke said.
Han reached down and took his hand again. The streets were still empty, so it was hard to say this was for their cover. "So ... you wanted me on this mission?"
"Figured you were the best one to pretend to be married to," Luke said, a forced casual tone in his voice that Han noticed right away.
"The best one?" Han Laughed. "Out of how many?"
"The whole base I guess," Luke said. It was rare to get Luke blushing, but he was. Han could almost skip with glee.
"Well --!"
"Han, please, drop it," Luke said.
"Why?" Han asked.
Luke almost seemed to squirm. "Just don't want to joke about it, alright."
Han sobered. "Alright kid," Han said. They walked in silence until they reached the end of the block. "You know, I'm not just messing around with you," Han said. "or trying to hurt you."
"What do you mean?" Luke asked.
Han turned to him. They were standing close enough that Han had to look down just a little to meet his gaze.
"Stop that," Luke said.
"Stop what?"
"Looking at me like that," Luke said.
Han played dumb. "Why?"
"You know why." Luke pressed his lips together tight; Han could see the tension in his brows, but his blue eyes were still looking right into Han's, until they weren't. He glanced down for just a second - to his lips, Han had to assume. And then back up, and then back down, this time lower.
"You can if you want to, baby," Han said. Luke's face relaxed a little. "I want to too."
Luke rediscovered his bravery and leaned up to kiss him, pressing their mouths together in almost the same moment he tangled a hand in Han's hair, another one in the fabric of his shirt. Han was nearly thrown off balance by Luke's enthusiasm, but he managed to match it soon enough.
"Glad to see you two made up," the robotic voice of a Stormtrooper said. They nearly jumped away from each other. "Nothing to worry about," the armored-man assured them, before carrying on.
"Kissing does work," Han said in a hushed voice.
"That was luck," Luke said. Han couldn't disagree.