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Ficlet: Time Again (Luke/Wedge - Star Wars Fandom)
Title: Time Again
Fandom: Star Wars (Original Trilogy)
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wook77
Pairing: Luke/Wedge
Rating: R
Wordcount: 550ish
Warnings: Unbetad, slash (err, duh?)
Summary: The first time is an accident. The second time is unjustifiable. It happens time and again and Wedge isn't sure that he wants to change it.
A/N: Written fairly quickly and for no reason. I'd love to hear what you think.
Wedge doesn't mean for it to happen the first time. It's a complete accident, one inspired by loss and a close brush with his own mortality. If that's not enough of an excuse, then he'll add that they're basically the only survivors and the guilt that comes with it, the nerves of actually winning against that Death Star and the adrenaline from a battle.
That should be enough to justify the way that Wedge presses Luke against a wall and clamps his teeth over Luke's lips. That should be enough to justify the way they rock against one another, desperate and needy with tiny mewls that remind him of a pet he had when he was a child. That should be enough but it isn't.
Not with the second time.
The second time is unpredictable and unjustifiable. It just is and that's enough to send Wedge's nerves jangling because Luke smiled at him across the hangar when he arrived at whatever godforsaken base where they were stationed at the time. There's no battle, no loss and no brush with mortality to justify the way they pushed at clothing and sucked at skin as they murmured one another's names. There's no justifying the second time.
Not with the third time.
The third time is on Hoth and it's cold and lonely. The desolation of the barren wastelands and lack of life should be enough to justify the way they cling and thrust but it doesn't, not with the furtive looks. No matter what excuses Wedge comes up with to explain the physical need for Luke, there's no explaining the crushing loss when the shield doors close and he wishes that he were Correllian enough like Han to go out there and find Luke. The excuses don't fly in the weight of relief when Luke is found and then the tidal wave of bitterness when Han mentions, offhand and careless, that Luke had cried out for Han, not Wedge. There's no justifying, no excuses that would make Wedge think about a fourth time.
Until it happens.
Because this time, Wedge justifies the press of skin to skin, the hand touching cock and cupping ass with the reminder that this time is going to be the last. It has to be. They're flyboys, after all. When no one else can get the job done, the Interceptor or Star Destroyer will always fall to the bombardment and aerial acrobatics of Rogue Squadron. There are only so many missions that an X-Wing jock can make before Lady Luck calls Sabacc on him. What's one more time in the scheme of things? It's just one more time and that's enough of a justification for now.
Until the fifth time.
The Fifth time is more about comfort and it isn't Wedge's. He knows that Luke is torn up, can see it in the way that he doesn't join in on the festivities. After Luke sets the pyre and watches it burn, Wedge can't resist any longer. It's simple work in the silence where not even the sounds of the party up in the treetops intrude to grip Luke's shoulder. It's even simpler to press his lips against Luke's when he turns in the light embrace. Acceptance and care, they're all Wedge can offer to Luke and it seems enough for now. Wedge will think of justifications and excuses later. For now, he'll enjoy what little bit of Luke he has.
Fandom: Star Wars (Original Trilogy)
Author:
wook77Pairing: Luke/Wedge
Rating: R
Wordcount: 550ish
Warnings: Unbetad, slash (err, duh?)
Summary: The first time is an accident. The second time is unjustifiable. It happens time and again and Wedge isn't sure that he wants to change it.
A/N: Written fairly quickly and for no reason. I'd love to hear what you think.
Wedge doesn't mean for it to happen the first time. It's a complete accident, one inspired by loss and a close brush with his own mortality. If that's not enough of an excuse, then he'll add that they're basically the only survivors and the guilt that comes with it, the nerves of actually winning against that Death Star and the adrenaline from a battle.
That should be enough to justify the way that Wedge presses Luke against a wall and clamps his teeth over Luke's lips. That should be enough to justify the way they rock against one another, desperate and needy with tiny mewls that remind him of a pet he had when he was a child. That should be enough but it isn't.
Not with the second time.
The second time is unpredictable and unjustifiable. It just is and that's enough to send Wedge's nerves jangling because Luke smiled at him across the hangar when he arrived at whatever godforsaken base where they were stationed at the time. There's no battle, no loss and no brush with mortality to justify the way they pushed at clothing and sucked at skin as they murmured one another's names. There's no justifying the second time.
Not with the third time.
The third time is on Hoth and it's cold and lonely. The desolation of the barren wastelands and lack of life should be enough to justify the way they cling and thrust but it doesn't, not with the furtive looks. No matter what excuses Wedge comes up with to explain the physical need for Luke, there's no explaining the crushing loss when the shield doors close and he wishes that he were Correllian enough like Han to go out there and find Luke. The excuses don't fly in the weight of relief when Luke is found and then the tidal wave of bitterness when Han mentions, offhand and careless, that Luke had cried out for Han, not Wedge. There's no justifying, no excuses that would make Wedge think about a fourth time.
Until it happens.
Because this time, Wedge justifies the press of skin to skin, the hand touching cock and cupping ass with the reminder that this time is going to be the last. It has to be. They're flyboys, after all. When no one else can get the job done, the Interceptor or Star Destroyer will always fall to the bombardment and aerial acrobatics of Rogue Squadron. There are only so many missions that an X-Wing jock can make before Lady Luck calls Sabacc on him. What's one more time in the scheme of things? It's just one more time and that's enough of a justification for now.
Until the fifth time.
The Fifth time is more about comfort and it isn't Wedge's. He knows that Luke is torn up, can see it in the way that he doesn't join in on the festivities. After Luke sets the pyre and watches it burn, Wedge can't resist any longer. It's simple work in the silence where not even the sounds of the party up in the treetops intrude to grip Luke's shoulder. It's even simpler to press his lips against Luke's when he turns in the light embrace. Acceptance and care, they're all Wedge can offer to Luke and it seems enough for now. Wedge will think of justifications and excuses later. For now, he'll enjoy what little bit of Luke he has.