{"id":1121,"date":"2016-12-29T16:36:35","date_gmt":"2016-12-29T14:36:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pr0nandchocolate.net\/shirasade\/?p=1121"},"modified":"2016-12-29T16:36:35","modified_gmt":"2016-12-29T14:36:35","slug":"beautiful-like-the-sun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shirasade.net\/fiction\/beautiful-like-the-sun\/","title":{"rendered":"Beautiful Like the Sun"},"content":{"rendered":"

Author's Note<\/strong>: Just a little something inspired by to the sky without wings<\/a> by leupagus, which has taken up residence in my heart. Specifically this bit from Chapter 6:<\/p>\n

Poe refrains from stating the obvious, too drunk on brandy and hot chocolate and Jess\u2019s terrible liquor and the idea that Luke wanted him before, wants him now and is afraid for his own self-control in the face of it. \u201cSo tell me,\u201d he says instead. \u201cWhen did this start? Please tell me it was when I snuck into your room on my sixteenth birthday.\u201d
\n\u201cNo,\u201d Luke disagrees, sounding so disgusted that Poe frowns in mock outrage. \u201cIt was\u2026 after that. When you fought off that assassin, saved my life. I thought I\u2019d never seen anyone look so\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cBeautiful,\u201d Poe supplies. \u201cYou said I was beautiful.\u201d
\nLuke strokes a finger down his cheek, cold metal that Poe doesn\u2019t mind at all. \u201cYou were. You are.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

***
\nThe first thought Luke had as he pulled in a ragged breath that burned all the way down to his lungs wasn\u2019t That was close! or Force, this hurts!. No, instead of these entirely reasonable reactions to almost being strangled to death by a wookie, all he could think was that, if he hadn\u2019t already been struggling to breathe, Poe Dameron would have taken his breath away.<\/p>\n

Poe had always been a bright presence in Luke\u2019s life, ever since he met the little boy perched in his tree, and in the past few years it had pained Luke to continually having to rebuff the young man\u2019s romantic advances. Because that was what he was now, a man and no longer a boy, even if Luke could still see the child in the unguarded way with which Poe\u2019s attention fixed on him whenever he was near, and Luke had never been more fucked than lying on the ground watching Poe save his life without sparing a thought for his own. With the last of his strength Luke struck out with the Force and at least managed to bring the wookie to his knees.<\/p>\n

It only got worse once Poe was by his side, his touch gentle, his eyes burning with worry and emotions much deeper than the childish infatuation Luke had tried to label them. The pain was still fierce, making it hard to focus, either to call on the Force or to re-establish boundaries that had suddenly come crashing down. Luke didn\u2019t even have the strength to feel dismay when his own treacherous voice asked for Poe after the healers had done their best for him.<\/p>\n

He was sore, and tired, and he wanted nothing more than to have Poe\u2019s warm light by his side. He didn\u2019t mean to reach out and actually touch, but once he did, it was impossible to stop. Poe\u2019s skin was warm and soft, and Luke could feel his pulse jump, his breath stutter against his fingers as he traced Poe\u2019s jaw, his cheek and finally his lips.<\/p>\n

Later, he would wish that he didn\u2019t remember what he said, but right then his whole world narrowed down to the two of them and Luke wanted nothing more than to keep Poe close, always, to explore that soft skin, see if he reacted so strongly when touched in other places... Luckily, sleep claimed him before he could do more than mildly embarrass himself. At least that was what Luke told himself the next morning, when he woke with a much clearer head.<\/p>\n

However, one look at Poe\u2019s sleepy-eyed smile, and the pang of longing it sent through Luke\u2019s entire body made it painfully obvious that this problem wouldn\u2019t go away with the pain. There was no way for Luke to unsee what he had seen, and all that remained was for him to do his best to ignore the bright heat that washed through him whenever his thoughts strayed to Poe. He gathered all his not inconsiderable self-control and turned the feeling into a tight ball that he could store away somewhere safe.<\/p>\n

It remained there, though, bright and hot, and looking into Poe\u2019s twinkling eyes that seemed to easily penetrate his defenses, Luke realized that, although he knew it would bring him nothing but trouble, he didn\u2019t actually want it gone. Instead he tucked it away safely in the recesses of his mind, where it hung like a small sun, warming him all the way through.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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