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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 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.

It takes a few movements and Luke can feel each one through his whole body as Cal pushes, pauses and pushes again until Cal's hips are pressed flush against him, his cock buried deep. He tips his head back into the pillows, to let Cal mouth at his throat as much as he wants.

And for the impatience of before, there's a contentment to the quiet moment, where they're just together, bodies as entwined as possible and sensation ebbing between them through the bond.

He might help that along a bit, pushing the way it feels, hot, full, want, at Cal.

It's already hot enough, he's already wanting enough, and the help might just drive him mad. Which he supposes is exactly the point. His breath is heavy against Luke's throat, lips pressed there in a sort of open-mouthed kiss as he rocks his hips. It doesn't really move him, it just creates some nice friction that makes him gasp, then he finds a spot near Luke's shoulder to suck on.

Then he finally starts moving properly, with slow but firm thrusts, slowly reminding himself - his body - how they fit together. How to angle his hips, where Luke likes his mouth and his hands. It doesn't take too long, despite all the time that's passed.

The rocking is a tease of almost what he wants, but now he's got what he so desperately wanted, he's prepared to be a little more patient. Especially when teasing feels so good and inspires those sounds from Cal.

And then-

His eyes are wide and staring unseeing at the ceiling, gasps of sound and moans knocked from him with each thrust in. His hands are grasping Cal's shoulders but he's gripping the strong muscles of Cal's thighs and butt with his mind, urging him on.

There's hardly a need to urge him on, but it's effective. Over the years, he's thought so much about how he'd like this reunion to be, what he might like to do. A lot of it had included more ... finesse than this, but it hardly matters now. Not when this is more than enough, when Luke's eyes are so clouded with pleasure, when every thrust pulls those wonderful noises from his throat.

Some part of his mind remembers that Luke had said something about riding him, but stopping now would simply be madness. So he keeps going, his breath getting heavier and heavier, his thrusts losing the rhythm as need and heat take over all of his senses.

Until it's over, and he shakes and trembles with the last shallow, mindless thrusts and he burrows his face against Luke's throat because he never wants to leave him again.

Finesse is for when the longing borne of absence has been sated somewhat. They have time to rediscover all the best ways they come together, and even the less than best ones will be fun to find on the way.

He's probably tangled himself too deep into the bond, but he can't care because Cal's pleasure is intoxicating and addicting and feeds his own need. He takes everything Cal offers and feeds it back to him and however soon the climax comes doesn't matter, because it's shared and he's tightening and twisting on Cal's cock, under his hands. And as he sinks into the bed, shivering softly, his mind lets go of Cal, even though he's leaning up to chase another kiss.

Somehow, for all that Luke's presence in the Force is often overwhelming, Cal hadn't realised how tightly woven they were until Luke draws back. Suddenly he feels a little empty, even as he's wrapped up in Luke's warmth and scent and he instinctively moves to fulfil that search for a kiss. And though he presses their lips together with insistence, he can't find the energy for much more than that, and after a few moments he breaks away with a huff of laughter to carefully lower his entire body down onto Luke's.

He's sure it's fine if he just stays in this heat for a little while longer before pulling out, nuzzling Luke's temple and brushing his fingers idly down his arm.

Luke is small, not fragile. He pulls Cal down onto him, hugging him briefly and then letting his arms just rest around Cal's neck and shoulders. He doesn't want him to move, enjoying the weight and the heat and the contentment of feeling Cal in him.

He hums softly at the nuzzle, smiling to himself. "Welcome home, Cal," he whispers.

It feels like maybe that should be his line. Or, rather, he supposes they've both come home now, finally. And in a way he supposes he's been gone longer.

"It's good to be home," he murmurs.

Luke's left hand strokes along Cal's back, fingertips lightly dancing along his spine back up. "It feels more real now. There. Here. All of it."

Not just abstract memories, or fantasy. It was real between them. It's still real. As real as Cal's weight pressing him into the bed.

The touch is a little ticklish, but definitely not in a bad way. He feels his skin prickle beneath it, and smiles into the pillow.

"Yeah."

They definitely need a shower pretty bad, but it could wait a few more minutes.

Luke's fingers scratch more firmly through Cal's hair and across his scalp before giving him a firm squeeze. "Well, we both smell terrible now."

He barks a laugh, and bumps his nose into Luke's cheek as a sort of reprimand. Sure, he'd thought so himself, but they were so comfortable!

With that, he finally shifts to carefully pull out, and lies back down a bit further down Luke's body. Just because Luke has pointed out the fact that they need to shower that doesn't mean they have to move right away. First, Cal wants to rest his ear against Luke's chest, listen to his heart, feel it rise and fall with his breath.

Luke chuckles at the bump.

And no, they don't have to move yet, but Cal's moving away, which draws a low moan of slight discomfort and maybe just a touch of whining because he can. But Cal's doesn't actually move far, settles again and Luke drops his left hand to brush Cal's hair and touch his face, relaxing into the bed again.

When Luke's fingers brush his hair, his eyes flicker shut, and his lips settle into a contented smile. This is a very dangerous position to be in if they want to shower - because they need to shower - because it's far too comfortable.

"Could fall asleep," he murmurs with amusement.

"Shower will be there when you're awake," Luke says softly. He's comfortable, he can live with not showering yet. If Cal wants a nap, Luke's down for a nap. There's no pressure on them right now. No one needs saving, nothing needs exploding, they can just take a bit for themselves.

"Mmm. True."

Nap it is. He can't remember the last time he felt this comfortable and safe, for all that there's still a limit to how safe the galaxy is for a Jedi. But he takes these moments where he can get them.

Luke hums softly, fingers still stroking along Cal's back. It takes another moment or two before he reaches out and pulls a spare blanket from the cupboard, draping it over them for when they start to cool down again.

Feeling that blanket settle over them, he hums happily, nuzzling Luke's chest for a moment before he settles again. It won't take more than a few minutes for him to fall asleep, possibly deeper than he has in weeks.

Luke isn't quite ready to sleep. He hasn't been travelling desperately for the last few days, so instead he's going to lie here and soak in the feeling of being here, with Cal. Feeling that bond settling in his chest, where he can still feel Leia's presence, where the lingering remnants of his connection to Ben still remain.

He slips into something between meditation and napping, hand resting protectively on the back of Cal's neck while he sleeps.

Most of the sleep Cal gets is sporadic and brief, squeezed in between missions or trips. It's also often fitful, riddled with dreams or nightmares. This time, although he drifts out of sleep once or twice to change position until he's got his face buried against Luke's neck instead, is at least quiet.

Even so, by the time he wakes properly a few hours later, it still doesn't feel like it's been enough.

He heaves a sigh, nuzzling his nose beneath Luke's jaw, squeezing his arms around him like he could possibly get any closer. In a way, he feels like those eighteen years haven't passed. Like he's the same person he was then.

By then, Luke has gone to sleep for real, head tipped aside to let Cal nuzzle in against his neck and hand still cupping the back of his head.

Cal's return to consciousness brushes against him and he finds himself smiling, squeezing Cal gently. "Hey," he murmurs, voice slightly croaky.

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Thanks for the notif, DW!!!

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Got them working again!!

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