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For Cal

It was two months after Endor.

A perfectly normal (for him) night's sleep was interrupted. It was like a mental hiccup, or a system reboot. He wasn't aware of anything and then-

The bond snapped into place before he gained awareness. It was old and young and familiar, a previously cautious candlelight that felt closer to a hearthfire now, tempered and warming and clear. The memories rushed back as he woke, sitting up with a choked gasp and a flare of Force awareness and anxiety bright enough that he felt Leia awaken on the otherside of the system with it.

He couldn't explain to her. To anyone. All he could do was throw on clothes as he went, grabbing the bare necessities and choking out something about 'Jedi business, another Jedi, I can feel him' before he was loading up R2 and the X-Wing.

Outer Rim.

He went to Botajef. Intersection of major hyperspace lanes. Near Dathomir, near Yavin, it felt significant and right.

And once he was there, he set himself outside of the main city and he reached out, along the bond and just in general, because he knows the bond is good, but at the same time, he isn't confident about it.

Cal Kestis. I'm here. I know you.

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Luke, of course, remembers very well just what Cal used to like. And, it seems, he still does like; the picture Luke makes with his arms draped like that, speaking with a purr. It works like a charm, stoking the arousal coiling in him, and he has to take a breath, sharp between his teeth.

The pull of the Force makes him stumble just so, and he lets that momentum carry him onto the bed, even if it's not the most graceful thing. From there, he crawls up Luke's body with a grin, and leans down until their lips just touch.

"You're ridiculous. I love you."

And then he closes the rest of the distance in a searing kiss.

Cal liked how Luke looked and it seems he still does. The spike of arousal echoes, making Luke gasp and arch a little more, letting himself feel it.

He's being kissed before he can reply, and he grabs hold of Cal's body with his limbs and the Force, surging up into the kiss. There's an electric thrill at the crush of their bodies, of feeling their cocks brushing and then pressing tight.

"Your face- is ridiculous," he gasps out. I love you too.

There are so many things he could do to show Luke just how much he's missed him, so many places he could touch, so many ways he could kiss him. But that sort of gets lost with the mingling of both their need through the bond, and all he can do is cup Luke's jaw and rock his hips down against him with a helpless moan that mingles with a laugh.

"My-- My face?"

That's what you're going with?

There's no words in reply; Luke laughs into the kiss as much as he moans. His legs have managed to get around Cal's waist to pull them closer together and it makes Cal's movement all the better, the suggestive rock and push up against his own body.

It pushes out everything but the overwhelming feelings of love and want, he loves this man so much, he wants him so badly.

There's never been anyone else he's had this bond with, not exactly, and it's getting difficult to tell where he ends and Luke begins. But that's also quickly getting less important, with Luke's legs around him and Luke's body rocking against his.

With a gasping breath, he breaks the kiss in favour of lavishing Luke's throat with lips and tongue. It's a start of everything he'd like to do through the need to just be close. It helps that they could hardly be much closer than they already are.

With Cal's mouth leaving his own, Luke is left gasping his soft sounds to the air. His fingers clutch Cal's shoulders, nails digging in to pull himself up, into each movement even as his heels dig into the small of his back to do the same.

It wouldn't take much, wouldn't take long. He manages to push his thoughts at Cal, how badly he wants Cal to fuck him, get them off, feel Cal in his body as much as in his spirit.

The way Luke is practically clinging onto him is maddening, and if he had any real sense about what he was doing before, that's started to fray at the seams. It's getting less and less important exactly what they do, for all that Luke's words about riding him still echo in his mind. Then comes Luke's thoughts and wants, and there's no denying those. He couldn't possibly.

With a gasping breath, he makes himself slow down, stops himself moving against Luke just for a moment. But he doesn't move from where his face is buried against his throat.

"You've got lube, right?"

No chance Luke hadn't prepared all of that.

They have time to get through a whole checklist of 'want to do'. That fact doesn't make Luke any happier about Cal slowing down.

He groans and flings his hand out; the drawer rips out from the bedside table and onto the floor, the tube of lube thumping into Luke's hand.

"Yeah." As if he hasn't just half trashed the bedside furniture.

Although Luke is eager and Cal can feel that through his entire body, he doesn't expect that. The drawer drops to the floor with a clatter that sounds louder than it probably is, and Cal starts, straightening up a little to get a quick look around even though instinct and the Force tells him there's nothing here.

So, of course, as soon as that very momentary shock passes, he has to laugh again while reaching for the lube.

"Calm down," he teases, bending down to bump their noses together and give Luke a quick kiss.

It does make Luke pause, gazing up at Cal with brief surprise and dawning understanding. Life hasn't been easy for anyone, but he has some idea what Cal went through as a Force user in hiding.

"Sorry," he whispers, tilting up into the kiss. "Wasn't paying attention to the drawer." He steals one more kiss and loosens his grip a little, to give Cal a bit of moving room.

"It's okay," he says with a smile, and straightens up, absentmindedly stroking his free hand over Luke's thigh. "You would just forget a drawer."

He'd sort of forgotten. One of those things that wasn't important enough to keep fresh by thinking about it over and over again.

With that, he pours some lube onto his fingers and starts warming it up.

"Wasn't important." Not in the grand scale of things. What matters is Cal, a heavy weight between his legs and against his body and a light, warming presence through his Force and spirit.

He brushes his fingers through Cal's hair lightly. "Don't wait," he asks, maybe tells, but a bit of cool doesn't bother him.

"You'd think you're the one who's waited years."

But he supposes you reach a point where time becomes meaningless. When thinking back, he's not sure there was really a difference in longing between five and ten years and, after waiting so long, another minute to warm up lube is very unimportant.

There's no reason to do otherwise, though. He'll do what Luke, yes, told him to do. (He doesn't mind.) His hand slips between them, fingers massaging around Luke's entrance for a few moments before he pushes one digit in. And then he bends down again, brushing his lips over Luke's cheek before kissing him again.

"I haven't had the chance to learn patience," he counters. For him, it's been only long enough for him to miss Cal, not long enough to become familiar with the ache of absence. And with the promise of Cal right here, right now, he's not going to try and muster the patience.

His breath barely catches at the first push, but then he's turning into the kiss, chasing Cal's mouth with his own. He nips very lightly, then tries to draw Cal down into a deeper kiss.

There are so many things he'd like to say, about time and patience and absence, but with Luke urging him closer like that, none of them seem too important. He goes willingly and, if Luke has no patience anyway, he won't take long with the next finger. After all, it won't have been long for him. Although that actually begs the question which version of their body they actually returned to. How long has it been for Luke's body?

Overthinking it now.

He doesn't add another finger immediately, regardless. But it's also not agonisingly slow, or at least he doesn't intend it to be, when he thrusts that first finger a couple of times. It's still a little tighter than he might have liked when he pushes in the second, and he lifts his head just enough to watch Luke's face.

It's been a while, as far as Luke's body is concerned. Much longer than the week it should be. He knows it, can feel it in the way his mind knows how to instinctively relax but his body doesn't immediately follow suit.

He takes another kiss, eyes closing to focus on making his body behave and relax and sighs softly when it does. The second draws a small hiccup in his breath but he looks up to meet Cal's gaze and gives him a quirk of a smile. No pain, barely discomfort, more want and love than anything else is pushed over the bond.

"I'm okay," he whispers between their lips, leaning up for the kiss.

His memory could be off, of course, but he thinks it used to be different. And ... Does that make sense? For them to return to who they were before going to Duplicity? Is that possible? No, overthinking it again. There are legs around him and Luke is kissing him and there are way more important things to focus on. Cal takes a breath, and meets Luke when he leans up, as he pushes two fingers in all the way to the knuckles.

It's been a long time, not just with Luke but with anyone, and just the thought of being inside this tight heat makes his skin prickle.

He pauses for a moment to give Luke's body a bit more time to adjust, then sets a slow rhythm, as he absentmindedly strokes his free hand over Luke's thigh.

Every time is different and they're not the same people they were there. Cal especially. This time, it feels new and familiar at once and the way Cal's fingers sink into him is almost too much for a moment, pleasure sparking along his spine.

As Cal starts a steady rhythm, Luke lets himself be lulled by it, thoughts drifting to just enjoy sensation, being touched and petted when it feels like his body has almost forgotten pleasurable touches until now.

Making out definitely makes it better though, coaxing Cal into one kiss after another, pushing his tongue into his mouth as Cal's fingers sink into him again and again.

Would he ever tire of kissing Luke? He couldn't imagine that. Couldn't imagine ever denying Luke all the kisses he might want, when they feel this good. It does make it a little difficult to focus, though, and his hand comes to a stop on Luke's thigh to do little but simply prop it up.

With a quiet moan, he deepens the kiss further while he carefully adds a third finger. Just a little bit more, and then ... Arousal surges at the mere thought of burying himself in Luke.

It's the surge of Cal's want that draws another moan from Luke, more than anything else. The finger is a slight burn, nothing much, but the want... That's heady and heats him from the inside.

"Soon." The word is barely articulated in the kisses, but it's there and it's a promise more than a plea.

Soon, not right now, so he keeps those slow rhythmic thrusts going for a few moments longer. When he finally pulls them out, he also pulls away from the kiss, enough to smile down at Luke as he strokes his cheek with his clean hand.

"I can't believe you're here," he whispers breathlessly as he fumbles for the lube again. "Sometimes it felt like the day would never come."

Luke groans at the loss of both sensation and kiss and pouts for a moment as Cal leans over him, but it's hard to even pretend any upset when Cal's right here and touching him and saying things like that.

"I love you too," is what he settles on saying.

And he kisses Luke again, but only briefly, because if he keeps that up he's not sure how well he can focus. Arousal has made him very sensitive, and when he spreads lube over his own cock, he hisses and shudders with need.

He once again grabs Luke's thigh, hiking his leg up a little higher, forehead pressed to forehead as he pushes in. Just a little, just the head, which draws a low, long moan from his throat as his eyes flutter shut. It's tight and hot and perfect, so much better than he can remember it being with anyone else, so much better than his own fantasies could conjure even with the memories of Luke with him.

Luke's breath catches as Cal manhandles him to where he wants, hands coming to his shoulders and then his face, cradling his head as they press close. Brow to brow and then-

"Cal."

Plea. Entreaty. Statement. He just needs to say his name, even if it's breathless. He doesn't try to kiss him again, just lets his own eyes close and focuses on how it feels, physically and through their bond.

His name has never sounded better than it sounds now. Unless, perhaps, back in Duplicity, but that time is so far away and seems so unimportant right this moment. He could kiss Luke again, that would be nice, but it's also nice to stay put right here and focus on Luke's face, on the sounds he makes, as he slowly thrusts until their hips are flush together.

A shiver travels across his skin, and he brushes his lips over Luke's skin as he shifts to nuzzle his neck. There's no need to pause for too long, he imagines, but he still takes a while to come back to himself a little, to enjoy the taste of Luke's skin against his tongue.

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