Luke is conscious: he activates his lightsaber

The beast howls at Luke and kneels down to claim his prey - but little did the creature know that Luke was still conscious, pretending to be knocked out as he waited for the beast (he wondered if this was what Leia referred to as a Wampa) to approach him. Luke’s left hand was tentatively touching his weapon as the Wampa approached, hoping to keep himself frozen until the time was right. Just when the Wampa gripped his right leg with both arms, Luke sprang to and activated his lightsaber, the cyan his stabbing into it and slicing upward, effectively killing the monster.

Luke heaved himself out of the grasp of the dead arms of the Wampa, climbing away as he piled down onto a heap of snow. He noticed his comlink flashing and buzzing nearby; the youth crawled over to it and activated it. “Han,” he whispered into the device, staring at the two carcasses that laid with him. “I hope you haven’t gone too far ahead. I was just attacked by one of those things... he killed my Tauntaun. I’m alright but I won’t be for long if I don’t get some help.”

“Hear you loud and clear, kid,” Solo said without waiting a single second. Luke smiled at his voice - he was almost embarrassed over how many times his older friend had to save his sorry self. “I knew they should have brought in a third person to our party. This place is just too much, even for me. I want to make sure that you’re alright, kid. Any damages?”

The rebel wiped his face with his glove. He flinched as he felt a sharp sting smear around his face, sharp jagged lines darting along his nose and mouth. “Some cuts,” Luke replied, reaching for the bacta pouch in his belt. “Nothing that a dose of bacta wouldn’t fix. I should be fine by the time you get to me. It should be scar tissue by then.”

Luke waited. It didn’t take long for Han to appear, who was quick to help him saddle up onto his Tauntaun and head back to base. They rode through the winter storm as they hurried their way back. Han was determined and Luke wanted to head back and forget about this awful moment. He kept his injuries covered by his goggles and scarf until they finally made their way to the locker room, safe in the confines of Echo Base.

“Let’s take a look,” Han said, paying off the goggles and scarf, tugging down his hood. “Just a few scratches. No blood either - good thing you kept that bacta pack with you or you might have had to take a dip in the tank. We all know how prissy some of our bosses can be when we have to set that thing up. Always so resourceful, kid. You have a good head on your shoulders. Well, time to strip and call it quits for the rest of the day.”

Han pulled away into the opposite side of the room, unzipping his jacket and throwing his shirt into a heap on the ground. Luke couldn’t help but stare as he watched his friend disrobe - how could you not? Solo was probably the most built of everyone at the Base and had quite an impressive physique; Luke felt scrawny in comparison. The younger man began tearing off his own clothes, pulling down his jacket and yanking off his undershirt, before finally unzipping his pants and throwing them to the floor, leaving him completely bare in his white briefs.

Luke could feel a snicker from behind. He turned to look at Solo, who was standing there with his arms crossed in just black boxer-briefs, his eyes staring straight at Luke’s underpants.

“Nice underwear, kid. Where’d you get those from, the princess?”

Luke blushed as he suddenly became so aware of himself, cupping the front of his underwear as he turned back around. “These are just what I’ve always worn,” he said sheepishly, hoping that Han would drop the conversation and leave him to his business. There was a silence - and for a moment, the youth thought he had been successful. But then there was a hand on the back of his waistband, yanking his underpants upward.

“Ditch the underwear, kid. You’ll never get Leia like that.”

Han stormed off. Luke’s face was completely red as he approached the silence, the whistles in his head making up for the lack of noise. His friend could be so infuriating sometimes - why couldn’t he just leave him alone? But then, if he left him alone, surely he would be wasting away out in the snow? He shook his head as he removed his briefs and noticed the sudden erection underneath them.

Luke’s penis stuck out a little less than five inches, surrounded by a brown cradle of hair. He touched himself and wondered why he was so excited all of a sudden; was it because Han brought up Leia and that aroused his interest? Or was it Han’s playful banter and teasing? He gripped his dick with his right hand, biting down on his lip, and closing his eyes.