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Din feels the sweat drip down his temple as he drives home from work. The mid summer humidity sticks to him like warm honey, as his elbow hangs out his open truck window.
Summer 1983 is turning into a hot one, folks says the Radio DJ as Din pulls up into his driveway. He rolls his eyes behind his sunglasses.
No fucking shit.
He grits his teeth, sighing as he twists the key in the ignition, radio abruptly quieting, cutting off some girls singing about a Cruel Summer.
He leans back against the truck bench for a moment, still exhausted from work, the back of his t-shirt soaked with sweat as he sighs. He gathers up his things and shuts the truck door behind him, wiping at his forehead as the early afternoon sun continues to beat down on the asphalt.
He half heartedly waves at his neighbour across the street; they’ve beeped in greeting as they pull their new Chevy out from their garage. Din thinks the fake wood paneling looks like absolute shit.
Din pulls at his collar as he gets inside the house, the indoors providing little respite from the heavy temperatures, despite all the fans he’s got running.
Maybe he’ll invest in an air conditioner next year. They're too deep in the weeds of the summer to bother with one now, they can stick it out for a few more weeks.
In the meantime, Din can cool off like this; standing in the open door of the fridge for a beat too long, as his damp t-shirt sticks to him, before pulling out a beer.
He presses the condensation to his face for a moment or two before he lumbers over to the couch and drops down; the familiar summer weather induced lethargia pulling at his bones as he chugs the first half of the bottle far faster than he should.
He exhales, before making himself slowly nurse the second half; lips wrapping around the cool glass as he listens to the silent house.
He finds it odd, now, being alone in the house, even though he was alone a lot longer than Grogu has been in his life. Being a father was not something he expected for himself. But that doesn’t mean he’s not enjoying it, doesn’t mean he doesn't love his son much more than he thought possible.
It also doesn't mean that he doesn't enjoy having the house to himself for a bit while Grogu’s off at day camp. And besides, Grogu’s probably having fun and getting to stay out of this heat; the town rec center is air conditioned, and they’ll probably go swimming.
Din's breath hitches involuntarily at the memory of the town pool. Well, if he’s being honest, that’s where his thoughts were drifting anyway, as soon as he started thinking about Grogu’s summer camp itinerary- and just exactly who is running it.
He still remembers last year, when they moved to town; trying to make the most of oppressive weather by taking Grogu to the community pool.
It was the first time in his entire sorry life that Din had been struck breathless by a man.
The lifeguard looked like a Magnum PI extra; complete with a lithe, tanned body, full and inviting lips with blonde hair that glinted in the sun as he sat atop his lifeguard chair. Much to Din's annoyance and near embarrassment, his own body was reacting to being in such close proximity to the vision in front of him. He tried his best to keep his eyes to himself; but it was hard in every sense of the term. It also made Din feel like a bit of a creep as he started thinking about the lifeguard’s probable age.
“Hi,” the vision greeted, stopping Din from making a clean getaway once Grogu had his fun; “-you guys must be new in town, I’m Luke.”
The big blue eyes glinted just the same way as the hair as he pushed his sunglasses atop his head.
Din figured it would be best for all involved if he kept his distance; lusting after the all-american boy next door is not a great thing to do in a small town. Except; Din couldn’t get away from him. Apparently, he practically single handedly runs the entire summer programming of the rec department when he’s home from college. Nevermind being the fucking head lifeguard , he also coaches one of the little League teams and is the head counsellor at the town’s summer camp, all the while helping his uncle on his farm.
So every day, Din has to concentrate on keeping his hands to himself as he drops Grogu off at whatever activity is keeping him busy.
“Hi Mr. Djarin,” Luke grinned at him this morning, like he always does, “-hot one today.”
“It’s always hot.” Din said, fighting for his life to keep his eyes to himself. Every day he figures that Luke would be hard pressed to find a pair of shorts shorter than the ones gracing his tight ass the previous morning, and every day Luke proves him wrong, “-and I told you, Mando’s fine.”
Luke winked, which was also terrible for his health.
But now Din’s alone in the house, sweat still sticking to him even as the fan hums in his ear, and thinks of the times he gives in and allows himself to take Grogu to the pool, just so he can hide behind his sunglasses as he sits on a lounge chair, and watches Luke.
His breath hitches as he thinks of it, and he finds that he’s put the beer bottle down on his side table. His hand drifts down to his half hard cock, straining against his jeans as he pictures sun kissed skin.
He pops the button and hisses as he slides down his fly, pulling himself out of his boxers. In his mind, Luke’s wet smile glints up at him from the edge of the pool. It’s incredibly easy, coaxing himself to full hardness as he strokes up and down his shaft, imagining that it’s Luke instead, on his knees.
His thumb rubs across the pre-cum gathering on his head and he moans, thinking about what it would be like if it were Luke’s tongue; flicking out to lick it off, like Din’s seen him do, running his tongue across his bottom lip as he concentrates on something.
Din quickly falls into an erotic haze, as he works his hand up and down himself, arching up into his own touch pretending it’s someone else. This imaginary Luke looks up at him through his lashes, slides his hands up Din’s chest, insists that he wants Din to touch him. Din fucking groans as he thinks about it, feeling himself start to drown in want over something that hasn’t even happened.
He grunts as he thinks about what it would be like to taste tanned sweat-salted skin; what it would be like to hear what Luke sounds like as Din opens him up, nice and slow; what Din’s name would sound like falling from Luke’s desperate lips.
In the back of his mind, Din knows this is wrong, thinking about him like this. Fantasising about slowly sliding into a much younger man; dick twitching as he thinks about what the big blue eyes would look like as Luke takes his cock. But the friction feels so good; even though Din’s aware the echo of his pleasure’s just going to hurt in the long run. Din was already plagued by visions of Luke’s quick smile; now he’s going to be plagued by X-rated visions of his own making. If this is what the memory of Luke does to him, (turning him into a horny, aching mess) what’s he going to do when faced with the real thing?
Din’s orgasm lies in wait embarrassingly soon, but he doesn’t care, hissing as he bucks into his own fist, imagining what Luke would look like with Din’s teeth marks in his skin; what Din’s release would look like painted over his taut abs.
That’s what does it; what sends the static crackling through Din’s limbs, the blissful gasp of pleasure that has him spilling into his fist.
The idea of Luke wearing Din’s cum.
Din catches his breath slowly as the stickiness settles on his fingers. He comes back down to earth, feeling the shame starting to lick at his spine as he stuffs himself back into his jeans and goes to clean up. Here he is, lusting after a college kid, like some dirty old man.
But what if it’s not just lust his brain supplies, unhelpfully, he’s kind, great with Grogu, and there was that time he threw that degenerate on his ass when he started making comments about the girls -
Din tells his brain to shut the fuck up, because quite frankly, that makes the whole thing worse. Pining after someone half his age- who is a) probably straight, b) has a lot better options than some pervy middle aged man.
And just when Din thinks he couldn’t get into a worse mood, in spite of how good the orgasm was, the goddamn phone rings.
“This is Mando,” he says, as he picks the receiver up from the wall, fighting with the phone cord a little as it tangles around his wrist.
“-Go to fucking hell.” He says, incredulously, as he listens.
Well, at least the guilt over getting himself off thinking about Luke vanishes as he listens to this.
“Yeah, yeah.” He spits, “-you’re fucking sorry. And I have to clean up the fucking mess.”
He hangs up the phone a tad too forceful, but doesn’t break it and drags his hand down his face as he looks at the clock.
What the fuck is he going to do?
-
“Bye!” Luke waves, standing in the door of the rec centre, trying not to shiver in the AC, “-see you tomorrow!”
What? He’s grown up here. He’s used to the heat. He finds it much nicer than the artificial cold; much prefers the natural way the warmth settles across his skin than feeling the manufactured air.
He hums to himself as he looks down at his clipboard, checking to see who still needs to be picked up. His flip flops smack against the linoleum as he makes his way back into the hall and counts the campers; everyone accounted for.
Only ones left are the siblings whose parents have paid for a late pick up… and Grogu.
His favourite camper, even though he shouldn’t have one. He’s mostly well behaved, clever (which, honestly is the reason for the ‘mostly’ caveat), kind and very funny.
The fact that his father is the hottest man Luke has ever seen is an added bonus.
He’s dangerously handsome; incredibly broad, has a strong jaw, biceps that strain against shirts, a fucking moustache and the absolute biggest brown eyes. He’s a walking wet dream who corrects Luke every time he calls him Mr. Djarin, and grins down at his son as Grogu tells him every single thing he did at camp that day at about 100 words a second.
Luke might have a bit of a crush. Ok, well. That’s an understatement. Especially when in his mind, Luke doesn’t need his correction, but calls him something else entirely; Din.
Look, it was his job to file Grogu’s intake form, so. It's not like he did anything wrong to find that particular bit of information out. But now Luke’s thinking about him, which is dangerous, because his mind usually wanders to dirty thoughts he should not be having during business hours; namely the time Luke was on lifeguard duty and Din took Grogu to the pool.
Normally, Din’s just content to watch, let Grogu splash around while he sits on a lounger and ignores the appreciative stares of literally every single person at the pool who’s attracted to men- Luke included.
But on that day, Grogu insisted Din go swimming with him, which was admittedly not so great for Luke.
So, not only did Luke get to watch this hunk of a man adorably fold to his son’s demands, he also got an eyeful of the broad chest without a shirt, glistening in the water and he also… well. Luke would say he wasn’t looking but he definitely was, watching Din’s arm flex as he hoisted himself out of the pool and his wet swim trunks clung to his… endowment.
Look, Luke has seen a lot of dicks in the various locker rooms he’s been in over the years. To put it bluntly, Din was packing.
Luke went home that night, unable to stop thinking about him, practically crazed with lust.
The crickets chirped through his open window; and the summer breeze did nothing to cool his hot skin, no matter how long he lay still. He tossed and turned until the wee hours of the morning, unable to sleep. Usually, the heat is like a cocoon for him; sparking comforting memories of hazy liberating summers. But he was so addled with want that his already skimpy sleep clothes felt restrictive, and when he peeled them off his hot sticky skin, all he could think about was if it was Din peeling them off instead; the delicious ache intensifying as he dragged his own hands down his torso.
He slicked his fingers up, three of them; and fingered himself open, imagining it was Din fucking into him, dark eyes hovering above him as he brought him to the brink of pleasure. The brief sting of being stretched open quickly gave way to bliss, as he thought about Din lavishing him with attention, telling him how much he wanted him.
Luke was biting his lip so hard he was afraid he’d draw blood, as he pushed his wrist to the limit, sliding his fingers in and out of himself, arching up off the bed as he imagined Din’s big hands holding him down as he fucked him.
He was teetering on the edge, feeling practically feverish with lust, trying to keep quiet as he curled his fingers, imagining what the beard would feel like against his most sensitive skin.
He wondered what it would feel like, taking Din’s big cock, how quickly the pain of every inch of him would turn to ecstasy as he hit a spot Luke can’t quite reach.
That’s not even considering what Din would look like, focused on taking his own pleasure from Luke.
Fuck that’s hot, Luke thought, entire body trembling with desire as the heat pooled in his gut; pre-cum leaking from the head of his neglected dick.
Then the Din in his mind asked Luke where he wanted him to cum, (because he’s polite even as he’s fucking Luke’s brains out), and Luke nearly wasn’t quiet as he whited out, cumming hard onto his own chest as he considered Din finishing inside him.
Luke blinks out of the reverie, managing to will his boner to not appear with the sobering thought that Din’s never even spared him a second glance, in spite of all of the strategic lounging and eyes Luke’s made at him. Luke sighs, just as a familiar truck suddenly pulls up outside.
Fuck.
Luke swallows as Din shuts the truck door and heads towards the rec centre. It should be illegal to look that good in a black t-shirt and RayBans.
“Grogu!” Luke calls, “-your Dad’s here!”
“Hi Mr. Djarin,” Luke grins, relishing in the hot blast of air as the door opens; yet another small reprieve from the oppressive AC.
“Hi.” Din says, evenly and Luke frowns.
“What's wrong?” He asks, as he puts aside his dumb pining as he takes in the moustache’s downturn.
“Huh?” Din startles as Luke blinks at him, expectantly.
“You didn't correct me.” He points out, “-when I called you Mr. Djarin.”
“Maybe I've just given up.” Din counters, cursing himself a bit, the memory of this afternoon’s indulgence coming back to him now that he’s faced with the golden skin in person.
Luke can’t help but worry at his bottom lip, biting back a smirk.
“That doesn't sound like you,” he says, and refocuses on the task at hand rather than flirting that won't go anywhere, “-what’s wrong?”
“Oh, uh. Nothing.”
Another thing Luke admires about him, he can’t lie. A piece of cake was foisted on him at the Labour Day BBQ last year (just when Luke had worked up the courage to talk to him and not just ogle him), by a housewife who really should not have been looking at him like she was. (Not that Luke could blame her, really.) She insisted on asking if he liked it, hand on his arm and all. Luke barely held in his laughter as Din said;
“Uh, it was great.”
He was not convincing in any sense of the term then, and he’s not now.
Luke raises a brow.
Din sighs, as he takes in the toned arms as Luke crosses them, not buying it.
“Just a fuck up with work,” Din admits, “-was supposed to be on site tomorrow, but one of the fucking deliveries didn’t arrive today cause the driver called in and no one did shit about it.”
Din runs a hand through the curls that Luke wants to tangle his fingers in.
“-Going to have to waste a whole morning tomorrow going to get it myself. Set us back more than we already are.”
Luke hums sympathetically.
“-can’t go get it tonight I guess.”
“No, I could.” Din says, “-but I’m not dragging the kid all the way out there, then to the site and back. Don't have anyone to keep an eye on him, either.”
Din's usual babysitter is on vacation this week, as she babysits for quite a few families and since this week is the rec centre’s summer camp, she doesn't have much business. He supposes he could ask one of the other school parents, but he doesn't really know any of them that well, especially when he knows he’s going to be very late.
“What are you talking about?” Luke says, before he thinks it through, “-yes, you do. I’ll come over.”
Din blinks at him.
“That's very nice of you to offer, Luke, but don’t you have like… 5 other jobs already?”
“You’re keeping track?” Luke asks, and Din swallows as the indecently short shorts take another step closer.
“C’mon, Mando. Take Grogu home. I just have to lock up and wait for the Kestis siblings to be picked up. I’ll come over right after.”
“You don't know where we live,” Din says, feeling himself grow desperate but he's not sure what for.
Luke gives him a Look.
“Mando. Your address is on his intake forms.”
Din blinks at him.
“That's an abuse of power.” He says, finally.
Luke winks, and Din knows he’s done for.
-
The only redeeming thing about this whole situation, Din thinks as he makes Grogu dinner, is that he’s immediately removing himself from it. He calms down a bit, as he watches Grogu start to eat, and can’t help himself from grinning as Grogu recounts his day through bites of food.
“Don’t talk and eat at the same time,” Din reminds him, gently, as Grogu gushed about how much fun he had with Luke.
The doorbell rings and Din steels himself, but ruffles Grogu’s hair as he gets up to open the door.
He feels himself inhale sharply.
Luke's still in his barely there short shorts; but he’s lost the ‘Town of Anchorhead Parks and Recreation’ tee and replaced it with… well Din’s not even sure it qualifies as a shirt.
It used to be a terry cloth sweatshirt, Din thinks, Luke’s college emblazoned across his chest. The sleeves have been cut off as well as about half of it in general; his taut abs and navel on full display.
“Hi,” Luke grins and Din tries to get himself together.
“Uh. Thanks for this, Luke.” Din says, stepping aside, “-he’s eating dinner. Uh. Help yourself to whatever.”
“Thanks.” Luke hums.
Din concentrates on looking him in the eyes.
“-Anyway, I’m not sure when I’ll be back. It'll be late.”
“You told me.” Luke says, and Din is not not fixated on the way his tongue moves around his teeth.
“Right.” Din exhales.
He and Luke look at eachother.
“You know to be a lifeguard I-” Luke begins, with an annoyed twist to his mouth, clearly under the impression that Din’s reluctance is due to him being worried about leaving Grogu and not because Din wants to forget about work and drag Luke into his bedroom instead.
“No, no, I trust you completely, Luke.” Din says, earnestly, and Luke doesn't melt into the floor, somehow. “-I’m just. Asking a lot.”
“I offered.” Luke says, “-it’s ok, Mando. I wouldn't do this if I didn't want to.”
Ok, Din has to leave right fucking now.
“Right. I better go so I can get back.” Din says, and promptly turns on his heel and nearly slams the door behind him.
Luke drags a hand down his face, but pastes on a grin as he goes to see Grogu.
You're a fucking idiot, Skywalker, Luke thinks, later, after he’s put Grogu to bed and Luke isn't distracted by him anymore.
No matter how much genuine fun he managed to have with him (Grogu pulled out his Guess Who game and likened the little people to various community members, which reduced Luke to hysterics quite a few times), it can’t make up for the fact that Luke’s just made a huge fool of himself.
What the fuck was he thinking? Waltzing up to Din’s front door, dressed like this? Thinking that he was going to, what? Seduce him?
Din barely even looked at him.
Luke glances at the clock on the wall as he makes a pot of coffee; it’s well past midnight, and Din’s still not back.
One nice thing though, is that Din and Grogu don’t have AC, and Luke’s been able to luxuriate in the heat; even the breeze is humid as it flows through the open kitchen window, caressing Luke's skin.
Luke's on his second cup of coffee when headlights beam through the gauzy curtains over the front room. He flips off the Dynasty rerun and takes his mug into the kitchen, heart racing as it always does when Din’s around. He hears the front door open and shut, and Din's footfall until it comes to a stop.
“Hi.” Luke says, smiling, turning around, leaning back against the counter.
He somehow looks just as gorgeous under Din’s crappy kitchen lighting as he does under the blazing summer sun, and Din swallows as he tries not to look at where the fucking crop top ends.
“That smells good.” Din says, finally, exhausted. He's so tired he lets his eyes linger on the line of Luke’s legs.
“Sorry, needed to stay up.” Luke says, as Din pads into the kitchen, and pours himself a mug.
“Don't apologise.” Din huffs, over the rim, “-and you could've slept if you wanted. I would have been asleep if I was home.”
“Against the code.” Luke hums and Din laughs a bit.
“-How was he?”
“Perfect.” Luke says, easily, leaning forward conspiratorially, “-Don't tell anyone, but he’s my favourite kid.”
The blue eyes glitter away under the kitchen lights and Din concentrates on his coffee.
“Lips are sealed.” He says, lowering the mug from his lips, unable to help the smile that tugs on his moustache.
Luke grins, then, and Din then concentrates on not doing anything rash.
“You, uh, ok to drive?” Din asks, rinsing out the mug as he puts it in the sink.
“What?” Luke asks, suddenly affronted, “- do you think I was fucking drinking? What the hell do you take me for-”
“What, no! Of course not,” Din says, quickly, in damage control mode, “I mean- Accidents happen when people drive tired…” he says, sounding like one of the fucking OSHA videos he has to show at work.
“Oh, of course-”
“Sorry Luke, I'm just. Don't listen to me-”
“No, I should’ve realised-” Luke says, cursing himself, bruised ego making him extra sensitive, apparently.
“Thanks.” Din says, firmly, cutting him off.
Luke wets his bottom lip.
“No problem.” He says, softly.
They stand in the kitchen for a moment, and Luke needs to get a fucking grip and a move on before he makes more of a fool of himself.
“Guess I'll-”
“Fuck.” Din says, rubbing his eyes, embarrassed. “-Shit Luke, I'm sorry.”
“Huh?” Luke asks, head tilting.
“I don't have any cash, I can't pay you right now–”
Maybe if he spent less time ogling Luke he would’ve remembered not to stiff him. Luke probably thinks he’s a-
“You're not paying me,” Luke states, affronted again, not sure if his ego can take another hit. He's so fucking embarrassed. Shit. Apparently they're not even friends who help each other out.
“What?” Din asks, confused, “- Of course I am. I would have paid-”
“Buy me a beer.” Luke interjects, “-then we’re even.”
Din suddenly has the thought of Luke’s lips wrapped around a beer bottle and tries to deflect.
“You want me to buy you beer?” Din says, lightly, trying to steer the conversation to safer ground, “-you’re going to ruin your stalwart reputation if this gets out, Luke.”
Ok. Now Luke’s mortified. Din not only doesn't even consider him a friend, but lumps him into the same category as teens who need an adult to buy them beer for their house party.
“How is you buying me a drink going to ruin my reputation?” Luke asks, purposefully misconstruing what Din’s implying, trying to regain some dignity. Honestly, at this point, it can't get any worse.
“Uh. It's against the law?” Din questions as Luke raises a brow.
“I’m 21, Din.” Luke says, evenly, eyes flashing as he forgets himself.
You're in for it now, Djarin. Din thinks, mouth going dry at the sound of his name from Luke’s lips. Fuck. He didn't know Luke knew it.
“-So. No laws broken.”
“I, uh. Well that’s. Um. Good.” Din has no fucking clue what to say, especially as Luke’s tongue keeps darting out to wet his bottom lip.
“So.” Luke says, “-buy me a beer and we’ll call it even."
“Ok.” Din says, getting the distinct feeling that Luke’s mad at him for some reason. He tries to make it up to him. “-but I owe you more than one.”
A thrill shoots up Luke’s spine, and he desperately tries to put a damper on it and not get his hopes up.
“-I didn't know you were, um.” Din doesn't know what he’s saying. “-I’ve never seen you at the bar.”
Luke shrugs.
“Not my scene,” the eyes flash up again, “-and besides. Too much unwanted attention.”
“I'll bet.” Din huffs and Luke’s heart stops and restarts as he watches Din’s dark eyes give him a once over, like he’s...
“-How am I supposed to buy you a drink if you don’t come out to the bar?” Din adds, like an idiot. But then again, he’s glad Luke doesn't hang around the local shit holes. Luke is completely correct that he’d draw the eye of everyone in the room.
Din's not sure he could stand watching Luke flirting away without the professional veneer he keeps on at the pool. He can’t even keep himself from scrutinising Luke’s bare back when he’s there, checking for signs of a lover (he knows he has absolutely no right to).
“Maybe we can figure something else out,” Luke suggests, lowly, taking a tentative step closer.
Din’s too tired for this. He can’t seem to help himself as he eyes the long line of Luke’s legs again; up to the line of fine hair leading up to his navel.
Din looks back up and realises Luke’s caught him staring.
Luke bites his bottom lip.
“- like what?” Din asks, words nearly catching in his throat.
“We could stay in,” Luke posits, stepping even closer, heart thudding in his ears, “- have a couple of beers here or…” he drops his eyes to Din’s lips, “-do something else.”
The way Luke’s said ‘something else' leaves very little to the imagination, Din thinks, blood burning under his skin. Luke's so close Din can smell him; as the ambient noise of the summer night drifts into Din’s kitchen.
The blue eyes are practically black as they look up at Din and Din wants him so fucking badly. But is at a complete fucking loss as to how, apparently, Luke wants him too. The guilt from earlier snakes its way around Din’s mind even as he feels his cock start to thicken as Luke’s tongue darts out yet again to wet his lip. Din is a hair's breadth away from sucking it into his own mouth.
“I'm close to twice your age.” Din says, acknowledging in a roundabout way what they’re about to do.
Luke gives him a flat Look.
“I know.”
“Right.” Din says, as they continue to stare at each other; blanketed in oppressive heat and desire, though neither of them makes a move.
Din wears his want openly on his face, and Luke nearly shivers with the weight of it, in spite of the sticky humidity and the fact that Din doesn't reach for him. Luke lasts 30 more seconds before can’t take anymore of this.
“For fuck’s sake.” Luke hisses, before sticking his tongue down Din’s throat.
Luke tastes better than Din dreamed he would, feels better than Din dreamed he would. Luke nips desperately at his bottom lip as Din presses him up against the kitchen counter. He licks into his mouth, tongue catching on teeth; feeling as if they’re melting together.
It seems like Din was just waiting for permission, because as soon as their lips touch every bit of his reticence vanishes. Luke's arms wrap around Din’s shoulders as Din slides his thigh between Luke’s legs. Luke bucks his hips up but it backfires spectacularly as he feels Din’s hard length pressed into his own.
Luke moans as Din grabs his ass and hauls him up further on his thigh, and they've barely started and Luke is already dizzy with need.
“Is this what you want?” Din asks against Luke’s lips, digging his fingers into the fabric of those goddamn shorts, “- Luke, you have to tell me-”
“Anything,” Luke breathes, chasing his touch, “-everything. Din, I want you so fucking badly-”
Din freezes at this proclamation, even with all the evidence in front of him.
“What?” he asks, blood simmering now, as the summer heat envelopes both of them in their fervour.
“Din, I want you-” Luke whines, rolling his hips, “- please -”
“Fuck.” Din curses, bucking his hips, feeling Luke’s fingers dig into him, “-you’re so fucking gorgeous.” Din says, pressing Luke into the counter, kissing down his neck. He licks across the salty skin he’s been coveting. Luke moans, this time unmuffled by Din's mouth.
Din straightens up and kisses him again, feeling the sting of Luke's teeth.
“Can you be quiet?” Din asks, desperately. He's not quite sure what he’d do if Luke said no.
Maybe haul him out to the truck and close the cab doors before he fucks him on the back seat.
“Yes,” Luke breathes, nodding frantically, “-Din–”
“Good.” Din says, tugging him away from the counter and into his arms, as his hands go back down to Luke’s ass, “- you don't know what you do to me, Luke.” Din breathes, kissing back down Luke’s neck, “- these fucking shorts-”
He kneads the fabric between his fingers until he realises something.
“You're not wearing anything else.” Din says, eyes completely dark, and Luke has never heard his voice that low before.
If Luke wasn't painfully hard already, that would’ve done it.
Luke shakes his head with a slight smirk as Din groans and kisses him again. The curls feel divine between his fingers; just as he thought they would.
“Was this your fucking plan then?” Din asks, palming Luke through said fucking shorts, gratified as Luke whimpers, “- I don't even need to undress you.” Din says, “-the shirt’s barely there too.”
Luke whines as Din’s hands spread along his skin, as he slides them under the crop top and thumbs at Luke’s nipple.
“Din -” Luke breathes,
“Well?” Din demands, hands back on Luke’s ass, this time he hikes the fabric out of the way, feeling under it, until the pads of his fingers ghost over somewhere that causes Luke to melt.
“Yes.” Luke breathes, writhing, “-Din, please -”
Din feels like a live wire; feels himself sparking with want, dizzy with it. He can have him, give into the fantasies that have been keeping him up at night, sink into-
“Shit.” Din says, choking, moving to pull away, but Luke grabs at him.
“What?”
“Luke, I don’t have- I don’t do this-”
He doesn't bother with shit like this. He never thought he’d get Luke in his bed for real, he-
“It's fine,” Luke says, desperately, feeling as if he’s going to fall apart if he doesn't get what he wants, “- I’ve never-”
“What!?” Din says and he sounds so flabbergasted that Luke preens a bit.
“-let anyone fuck me.” He clarifies, biting his lip a bit. The choking noise Din makes goes straight to his already thickening dick.
Din doesn't know how he can be so jealous of the others Luke’s fumbled around with before him, yet so… pleased about being his first fuck at the same goddamn time.
“If you’ve never…” Din forces himself to say, “-are you sure you want to try-”
“Din.” Luke says, plastering himself along his front, bucking his hips so they can feel every inch of eachother, “- I got myself off fingering myself open imagining it was you. So yeah. I want it.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Din curses, and any blood that somehow wasn't in his dick races down.
Din kisses him hard and fast before man handling him around, and Luke braces himself against the counter as Din nips at his ear; calloused hands gripping onto Luke’s exposed torso.
And then suddenly it’s Din’s lips pressing just above the waistband of his shorts and Luke chokes.
Din sticks his hands underneath the fabric, digging his fingers into the flesh of Luke’s ass as he drops to his knees.
The pale skin underneath the fabric is about two shades lighter than the rest of Luke’s sun kissed body; and Din feels his dick twitch at the idea of turning it red.
He pushes at Luke’s legs to stand apart and licks his lips as he pulls the shorts out of the way before he licks a stripe across Luke’s hole.
Luke moans, brokenly, relishing in the burn of the beard against sensitive skin; unable to actually think about how Din’s tongue feels as it swipes across him or else he’ll just fall apart.
“You have to be quiet, remember?” Din says, breath ghosting along Luke’s hot flesh before he presses his lips back to it. Luke is shaking already, which is extremely satisfying. He tastes like summer; sweat and chlorine and musk. Din licks across his puckering hole, humming as Luke quietly whines desperately above him.
In Luke’s wildest dreams and hottest fantasies he never even imagined Din eating him out. But now here he is, wet tongue prodding inside him, and it’s like nothing Luke’s ever felt before. It's intrusive but delicious pleasure, like waves lapping at his body; just enough to heighten his haze but not enough to send him topping off the edge. Din alternates between flattening his tongue against his skin and then circling around with just the tip and Luke’s fingers dig into the counter, desperately trying to hold on. It feels so good but it’s not enough, and Luke is already vibrating with want.
“Din -” he says, in quiet agony “-fuck Din, you need to take me now, I can barely-”
Din kisses back up the lithe body, nosing along Luke’s ear once he stands.
“I need?” Din questions, even though he very much does, as his cock throbs, “-or is it you who needs-”
“I need -” Luke whines, frustrated, with half a mind to turn around and push Din to the floor and ride him until they both see stars.
That is, until Luke hears him spit into his hand; which finds its way back underneath Luke’s shorts, and Luke is putty in his hands again.
Luke gasps as Din presses the first finger in; it’s much harder than his tongue. He twists his fingers once he adds a second and Luke arches into his touch.
“I’m going to fuck you just like this.” Din murmurs, pleased at the sounds Luke’s making as he writhes on Din’s fingers, “- keeping the fucking shorts on. Isn’t that what you wanted when you put them on? To get fucked in them?”
“For you to fuck me in them.” Luke whines, as Din adds a third finger, and it never fucking felt like this when he did this to himself. Especially not like that as Din curls his fingers and they brush against a spot, and Luke nearly collapses, trying to keep quiet.
“Fuck.” Din chokes, at Luke’s declaration, feeling his neglected dick twitch in his jeans, static crackling along his skin again, but more intense than he ever could have imagined.
“Din please-” Luke says, pushing back on Din’s fingers, “-please, I’m ready, I-”
He whimpers at the loss of Din’s fingers, but his own cock strains against the fabric of his shorts as he hears the zip of Din’s fly.
Luke can't help but turn around to look at him, and feels the pre-cum bead on his own tip as Din’s hand wraps around his very hard, very long, very thick length.
Luke drops to his knees.
“Luke- ” Din hisses, but threads his fingers through strands of gold as Luke licks across his tip before swallowing down.
Din struggles against his own rule of quiet as Luke works on him, licking and sucking as he strokes at Din’s base, unable to get it all. The anticipation is pooling in his gut, and he smirks in satisfaction around the heavy weight of Din’s cock as Din hisses through his teeth.
Din is going to die, he thinks. He could easily let go now, cum down Luke's throat as he sucks on him; it’s like Luke’s sucking the pleasure down his spine and through his dick.
Wrapping his lips around Din’s cock has put in perspective just how fucking big he is, and Luke can’t wait to feel it inside him. A spasm runs through his body as he thinks of it, and Din’s dick stifles his moan. Din twitches in his mouth; and this new sensation of being smugly aroused is a lot of fun, even as his own want tugs at him; his ass feeling uncomfortably empty now.
Luke hums around Din’s cock and looks up at him through his lashes and Din nearly cums at the sight.
Shit.
Din threads his fingers through his hair and pulls him off, lifting him to his feet, pressing him against the counter.
He kisses him, and Luke’s fingers are back in his hair as they taste each other on their tongues.
Luke whimpers as Din reaches down between them and strokes Luke’s cock as it strains against the nylon shorts.
“Turn around.” Din says and Luke’s breath hitches, but he does what he’s told, bracing himself back against the counter.
Din presses against him, and Luke whines, bucking back, feeling Din’s cock through the fabric. Din huffs, pressing his lips to the back of Luke’s neck.
“Impatient.” He huffs, and Luke pushes back again.
“Din.” He whines, desperate, “- please -”
Din lightly scrapes his teeth along Luke’s shoulder as he tugs the shorts out of the way, and hisses as the fabric slides against his dick first, before he sinks into Luke’s tight heat.
Luke throws his head back on Din’s shoulder as he bottoms out, unable to even whimper as Din’s arm wraps around his torso.
He feels so fucking full, so fucking close to whiting out with pleasure and Din hasn’t even moved yet.
“Fuck.” He manages, after a moment, “- fuck, Din, you feel so good-”
Din watches as Luke’s eyelashes flutter as his eyes roll back as Din sinks all the way into him. Din doesn’t think he’s ever been this fucking desperate, has certainly never felt this fucking good. Luke feels divine, so hot and tight, making the most gorgeous sounds as he adjusts to Din’s length. Maybe Din should stay still just a little longer, but he doesn’t know if he can. He needs to make sure he feels every bit of Luke. Din pulls out slowly after he presses his lips to Luke’s shoulder before pressing back in.
Luke whimpers at the friction, and the drag of Din’s cock inside him makes him feel like he’s burning up.
“Fuck, Luke.” Din murmurs, as he can't help himself but pull back a bit so he can watch his cock sink into Luke, “- you take me so well.” He says, wrapping his arms back around him, “- you look so fucking gorgeous.”
One of Din’s hands drifts down to just above the waistband of the damn shorts; he presses it into Luke’s torso and fucking chokes with want as he presses just below Luke’s navel. He can feel himself fucking into him.
“Din please -” Luke moans, quiet,
“What do you need?” Din grits, “-want me to go faster?” Din picks up his pace, “-harder?” He asks, snapping his hips as he feels his own thrusts.
“Both, shit -” Luke whines and Din won’t deny him. Din’s hands skim across the golden skin to dig into Luke’s hips, holding him in place as he drives into him again and again. Luke hisses with pleasure, the noises he’s making turning Din absolutely desperate, and he’s not sure how much longer he's going to last.
Luke has a swimmer’s back, and Din admires the line of muscle as he presses back onto Din’s cock, taking him like he was made for it.
Din doubles forward to press a kiss to the straining muscle and whatever breath Luke has left is punched out of him with the new angle.
“Din” Luke breathes, “- fuck-”
Din’s name falling out of Luke’s desperate mouth is even better than Din imagined, he can’t wait to see what he looks like when-
“Fuck.” Din realises, nearly stilling, but that’s impossible. But they’re going to have to move if Din wants to watch Luke’s face as he finishes. Din suddenly realises exactly where they are and is disappointed with himself.
The first time he makes Luke cum isn’t going to be over his kitchen linoleum.
It takes herculean effort, but Din stops and pulls out, and Luke whines with displeasure.
“Din, Din, what-” he asks, turning around to cling at him, flushed and needy. Din kisses him slowly, grabbing the crop top to tug at him.
“Ssh, shh” he soothes, nuzzling him as he pulls him toward the living room, “-I just need to see you-”
Luke groans as he lets Din tug him along, the frustrated confusion now back to just frustration as he hears Din’s reasoning. Without the distraction of Din’s cock pounding into him, he’s aware of just how hard he is, feeling himself straining underneath the shorts, leaking as Din’s couch comes into view.
“Me too.” Luke huffs, and pulls off Din’s shirt, kissing him filthily before pushing him down on the couch.
“Luke-”
Luke straddles his thighs before he takes Din’s cock in his hand and lines it up with himself before sinking down.
The instant relief at being full again lasts a millisecond, as suddenly Luke is aware of every goddamn inch of him in a way he wasn’t before; full to the absolute brim..
Luke throws his head back as he seats himself on Din’s cock, and Din was right a-fucking-gain. He looks sinfully perfect.
Din kisses across his face as Luke gets used to him again, whining as he adjusts himself and Din has to dig his fingers into one of his palms so he doesn’t cum right then.
“Luke-” he breathes, “-are you-”
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Luke gasps, finally able to concentrate a bit and grasp onto Din’s big shoulders, “-I can feel you everywhere.”
Any response Din has to that he promptly forgets, as Luke’s thighs strain as he rises up onto his knees before sinking back down.
“Shit.” Din grits, hands back on Luke’s hips, holding him steady as he rides Din, breath shaky as continually drops himself down onto Din’s cock. Din's jeans rub against his thighs each time he sinks down onto Din's dick; the burn stings but hurts so good, as it heightens the delicious drag of the silky skin against his rim.
Din licks a bead of sweat off Luke’s face as he continues to ride it out, and Din can feel his own hair sticking to his skin as he watches Luke’s eyes flutter in pleasure.
“You know something?” Din asks, lowly, not quite sure how he’s able to form sentences, “- I was sitting right here today already.”
Din’s voice is low and gravely and Luke keens as it goes straight to his already weeping dick, thinking he can’t get any more desperate.
“- thinking about you,” Din says, then and maybe Luke stands corrected, “-as I jerked myself off.”
Luke gasps and clenches around him before leaning down to lick into his mouth, and any guilt Din was still harbouring over it vanishes.
“-Didn't come fucking close to the real thing.” He says, as Luke whines wantonly, and Din watches as the toned thighs strain with the effort.
“Din,” Luke moans, so fucking close, but not quite, continuing to chase the friction of his desire even though all he can do now is stay seated on Din’s cock and roll his hips.
“I-” Luke gasps, as Din’s cock brushes over where he needs; he tries to get it again and whines when he does. The fleeting pressure only makes everything worse.
Din makes a rough noise as he bucks up as Luke clenches around him, flushed.
“Are you close?” Din breathes, reaching between them to palm at Luke’s trapped cock, smirking a bit as he feels the wet fabric.
Luke nods, as he feels the heat pooling in his gut starting to overflow.
“Din” he pleads as he squirms on Din’s cock, fuck he’s going to fall apart.
Din’s arousal burns hot at his base and he knows he’s not going to last long either, he’s honestly surprised he’s lasted as long as he has; but the temptation of watching Luke cum is helping him stave it off, but he’s gotta take matters into his own hands now.
He tips them over and Luke grabs at him as Din rolls on top of him, putting one foot on the floor as he starts rutting into him, each stroke more intense than the last.
Luke’s body burns with pleasure as he looks up at Din’s hot gaze, and the ecstasy is sharp as it cuts through him with each of Din’s hard thrusts.
Luke feels as if he’s spiraling out of his mind as he digs into Din’s back, and it's nearly impossible to keep quiet as Din hits him relentlessly right where he needs it.
“Din, I‘m gonna-” Luke whines, face scrunched up in ecstacy, and Din feels his own orgasm lying in wait as Luke’s thighs quake underneath him.
“C’mon then,” Din says, feeling his blood pulsing through his body, “-I want you to feel me tomorrow, remember how I made you cum,” he says, “-when everyone’s ogling you.”
Luke feels Din’s grip turns heavy and possessive and feels himself turn numb with pleasure as Din continues his punishing pace, making Luke fall apart piece by piece.
“Din- ” Luke chokes as the euphoria starts wracking his body, and he feels himself start to shake from the inside out; pleasure crackling through every limb.
His orgasm is hot and brutal and perfect, just like this heat, and Luke pulls Din down to muffle his wail as he comes, trembling for what seems like ages as his dick throbs in his shorts.
Din fucks Luke through his orgasm as he clenches down on Din’s cock and fuck, the bliss is so overwhelming that Din’s not sure he remembers how to cum.
Luke still feels like he’s still in the throes of his orgasm, even as his twitching slows; feeling like he’s been fucked out of his mind as Din continues driving into him, his dick thick and throbbing.
“Din, c’mon,” Luke whines, clenching down on him,
“Fuck, Luke, you're ruining me-” Din breathes, as he feels the undertow starting to drag him under as Luke tugs at his curls.
“Luke, fuck-” Din moans, he’s so fucking close; the pleasure starting to crest- shit. “-where should I-” Din grits out, stars behind his eyes starting to blind him.
Luke gasps, already feeling thoroughly debauched, but he could be a little more.
“Inside-” he breathes, “- inside, please.”
“ Fuck.” Din chokes, and Luke scrambles to hold on as Dine suddenly hauls Luke up, wrapping his arms around him as he thrusts up, desperate and messy as he cums.
Din can barely think as the euphoria finally overtakes him and spills out of him, he grunts as his dick starts to soften even as his hips continue to jerk into Luke’s tight heat. He’s never felt like this before, like every atom in his body is soaked in pleasure, his toes curling as he chases the relief that only Luke’s body can bring.
Luke moans at the feeling of his hot release inside him, Din’s thrusts wet and sloppy as he eases out of his ecstacy. He lowers Luke back down onto the couch as they come back to themselves and catch their breath, crickets chirping through the open window.
Din shakes himself out of the haze after a few moments and pulls out, raking his eyes along Luke’s flushed body.
He smirks at the stain on the front of the damn shorts. He can’t help himself, though, as he gently guides Luke’s knee up so he can stick his fingers back under them. Luke groans as Din runs his fingers through his own spend leaking out of him. His dick twitches half heartedly as he continues his ministrations as they settle back into the stagnant summer heat.
Luke is blissfully content as he watches Din sit back up, aching all over in the best possible way. But… now what? Now that he’s practically thrown himself at Din-
Din suddenly hauls Luke back into his lap once he’s zipped himself back into his jeans and wraps his arms around him before pressing his lips under his ear.
Luke squirms with a different sort of pleasure.
“You should stay here,” he murmurs against Luke’s skin, “-It's too late for you to be driving.”
“Sure.” Luke says. No argument from him.
“I am sorry, though,” Din huffs, as he remembers, “-I have an early morning.”
“So do I.” Luke hums, reminding him.
Din winces a bit and Luke frowns, hoping that Din doesn’t regret-
Din kisses him again.
“Sorry I've kept you up.”
“I'm not.” Luke grins and Din laughs lightly.
“Your shorts are ruined.” He pauses, “- Thank fuck.”
Luke snorts.
“I'll just wash them and they'll be good as new.”
“You enjoy tormenting me, then.”
“Thought that was obvious.” Luke stills a bit. “-I'd like to keep doing it.”
Din sighs even as his grip on Luke tightens.
“You should really be with someone your own age.” He forces himself to say, even though his blood boils as he considers it; Luke being with someone else.
“Probably,” Luke agrees. “-But I don't want to be.”
Din huffs but doesn't argue.
“-anyway.” Luke says, “-since you're seemingly keeping track of my summer jobs, I’m going to have a lot more free time once camp finishes, if you have any ideas on how I can spend it-”
“Until you go back to school in the fall,” Din says, glumly. Maybe it's way too soon to be having this conversation, but Din's not sure he’s going to be able to survive having Luke like this for such a short time.
Luke barely stops his mouth from hanging open. At the most he figured that if he was successful in his grand plan of seduction they’d have a really hot summer fling, Luke would get well fucked and then inevitably get his heart broken. But here Din is, lamenting their separation even as Luke can still feel his cum leaking out of him.
“-yeah.” Luke says, lightly, “-in the Fall when I start my practicum at Anchorhead Elementary.”
The big brown eyes blink up at him, alight, and Din really can't look at Luke like that for Luke’s sanity.
“C’mon.” Din says then, nosing along Luke’s jaw. “-We need get to bed.”
Luke agrees.
-
Din hums to himself as he puts the truck in gear after warning Grogu to behave himself before he left.
He's technically old enough now to stay home by himself but Din is still getting used to the idea.
The radio plays lowly in the background as he drives.
Living for the small town hot summer nights it warbles, and Din thinks they’re a bit late, as the warm September days cool into chilly nights.
He pulls up to the school, eying the bright acetate sign as the sun sets.
Welcome Class of 1986-1987
Meet the Teacher Night Thursday September 18
Din walks down the halls of the school, nodding at other parents as they make their way out of classrooms.
He comes to a stop in front of Grogu’s class and knocks.
“Come in.”
Din pushes the door open, and Grogu's teacher stands up from his desk and grins.
Din thinks the beard makes him look older than 25.
“Mr. Skywalker.” Din says, as he flicks the classroom door lock shut.
“Mando.” He says, blue eyes glittering as he perches himself on the end of his desk. Din comes to stand between his knees before leaning down for a kiss.
“I thought I told you to call me Luke.”