Lando Calrissian

Luke opened the door and saw the familiar handsome face of Land Calrissian stand before him. He was slightly taller than the Jedi and had the most charismatic flair to everything that he touched and did. "I know it is late, kid," the man said with a warm smile, walking into his room as he looked around the quarters. The youth looked at him, puzzled, yet slightly interested. "I just knew you would be up. The princess was gonna sleep easy - I could tell she was struggling just staying awake - but I knew you'd seen some messed up things. Figured you could use the company until you fell asleep."

"Thanks, Lando," Luke said with a pause, making sure that he got the name right. It had only been about a day or two since the two met and he wasn't exactly in the best state of mind when he was rescued by him off the lower antennas of Cloud City. He tried to forget how frantically he clung to that man, how his wave of tears stained his regal shirt, overwhelmed at surviving the worst night of his being. "I'm not really sure if I need any company right now. It is really late. I don't want to keep you up."

"Nonsense. I've been working nonstop for the past twelve hours, trying to coordinate some info with Leia and Mon. We transmitted some communication from ships flying out of Bespin. Well, it turns out that some of the evacuees from Cloud City were being attacked by the Empire on the border of the system. I got word of it and used my charismatic charm to win those lovely ladies over. The alliance is providing shelter to any refugees from the planet," he sighed, sitting down on his bed. Luke was still confused as he watched Lando with an arousing curiosity. The older gentleman had such a compelling personality that clung to anything and everything like an intoxicating vice; Calrissian knew he had a gift with people and Luke could feel himself falling for his appeal with every word. "With everything that happened, I figured we both could use the company. Leia's not gonna need and I'll be damned if I'm gonna rest around in a crowded cockpit with a wookie - I figured you might just be my best shot at getting through the night. If that doesn't bother you much."

"Not at all, then," Luke replied and sat down on the bed next to his friend, causually lifting up his wounded arm and grasping the severed end with his left hand. The autotourniquet kept the constant pain at bay but shifted it from a piercing constant burn to a dull and steady ache.

"How is that arm holding up," Lando asked, his tone growing softer, eyes wide as he studied his arm. "I know that there is something going on with you - you don't have to tell me, I'm just saying, everyone knows. Princess knows, Chewie knows, even the droids know. I don't know what happened down on the city but if you ever need someone to talk, I'm your guy. Sometimes it is easier with a stranger."

"I'll keep that in mind," Luke frowned, folding his arms as he recalled his loss and desperation to survive. He turned his head toward Lando and couldn't help but be enthralled by the softness and tenderness in his face - the brown eyes that reflected back at him with care, those luscious lips that formed the most delicate smile he had ever seen, the mustache that carefully decorated and sculpted his face. It didn't take long for his member to harden in his lap. He stood nervously in reaction and faced away from him. "Thank you for coming to visit me, Lando, but I, uh, I think I need a minute alone."

"Are you sure?"

Lando looked down at the prominent bulge in Skywalker's lap and then back up at the youth, his eyes glimmering with passion. "I think you want me to stay with you, Skywalker," he whispered to him, standing up and holding out his arms, as if for an embrace, hesitating for an instant. He sighed and wrapped his arms around Luke's back and and pat him gently. Luke lowered his left hand and awkwardly grabbed Lando's hand, tentatively signaling that he approved of something more. With his free hand, Lando lowered himself around Luke's back, tracing and downward and outlining the crack of his ass through his tunic. "I can give you all the company you've ever wanted."

"I- I think I want you to stay with me," Luke repeated back to him, dumbfounded at how comforted he felt in the arms of another man. Lando raised his left arm and began unfastening the tunic, sliding the robes down to his ankles. The youth stood there, clad in nothing but white briefs, his firm erection poking through the front. "Please."

"Since you said the magic word," he smiled back, his hands already eagerly pulling down the waistband of his underwear. Luke's penis stood out at maximum length, at around four and a half inches. Lando squeezed his sex tenderly as he began to disrobe himself. Luke moaned as he took in the sight of his chiseled physique, standing bare save for a long pair of grey boxer-briefs. Hand touching hands, Lando directed Luke's fingers to his waistband, sliding them inside. "Your turn."

Luke blushed as he sheepishly began pulling down Lando's boxers, slightly afraid (yet curious) of what he was going to find. He had never been with a man before - let alone any other breathing being - and did not know what quite to expect. With a long gulp, Luke pulled down the underwear and gasped as he saw what Lando looked like underneath; it was even bigger than Han's member. It had to have been a little over eight inches. Skywalker suddenly felt self-conscious as he compared his own cock with his, wincing as he realized just how much smaller he was.

"Don't you worry about that," Lando smirked, rubbing his cockhead against Luke's playfully. He grabbed Luke and headed toward the bed, his brown eyes swimming with lust as he pinned the youth down.

"I'm afraid I have to tell you my little secret," Luke said, whispering into his ear. Lando smiled coyly at him in response, waiting to hear his secret. "Maybe I should have said something about this before. I know it is kind of a shock but I've, uh, never, uh.. been.. with.."

"All you have to do is lay back and let me do the rest," Lando promised.

Luke took him to his word and instinctively raised his legs around Lando's waist, wrapping himself around him, his ass up from the seat of the bed. Lando reached for a handy spray of lube that he kept in his belt (for emergencies) and lathered it around his cock and Luke's hole. "We take this slow and steady until you give the signal," he warned, waiting a second before thrusting inside of him as slowly as he could. Luke cried out in pain as he felt Lando enter him - kriff, it hurt. He bit down on his lip and Lando stopped momentarily. After the pain eased, Luke nodded, allowing him to thrust some more. And some more. And some more. With each thrust, that pain began to disappear. In fact, that pain slowly began to mix into a weird pleasure - oh, how good it felt. While Lando was inside of him, Luke couldn't even think of the horrific tragedy that had surrounded his week. All that mattered in this moment was Lando.

"I'm gonna do something I think you're gonna like," Landoshushed into his ear.

Lando continued his thrusts as he had done before, only shifting his position slightly with every push. Luke suddenly felt a powerful surprise as he felt a sudden surge of lust pulsate through his ass. He howled in ecstasy as they slid back and forth with one another - he had no idea how he was doing that to him but it didn't matter - ****, how could such a sensation feel so good? It only took him a few more seconds before he cried out, raising his hands into the air as he let Lando finish the job.

With a final thrust inside him, Luke began shooting his seed all over himself, spraying his belly with his semen as he shot out more and more and more. Lando soon followed - he could feel a liquid drizzle out of his ass as his lover soon began to slow down. "Lando," he moaned. "Lando."

"Luke.."

Soon, the two men drifted off to sleep, Lando's cock nuzzled safely inside Luke through the rest of the night. The older man wrapped his arms around Luke and kissed him tenderly on the cheek, holding him safe and sound and chasing off the nightmares inside his head. It was a momentary freedom.