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[ Always Choose Chaos. That's Dean's motto. ]

I try, you know? [ And, you know. This is Luke Skywalker - and yeah, okay Dean hasn't had a lot of practice with other guys (re: almost none), but like hell he's gonna turn down the opportunity.

That would be simply stupid and while Dean doesn't always make the smartest decisions, dumb he is not. ]

Yeah, course I am.

[ there's a faint thread of nervousness between them, though in the moment, luke isn't entirely certain whether it's dean or luke himself. although he has to acknowledge that after all the things he's been through, it would be a little silly for him to feel that way over something so small.

either way, luke grins, brief and bright, and then reaches for dean's shoulders, his ungloved hand curling lightly in the other man's shirt. ] Well, come down here, then. [ he goes up on his toes to help accommodate the distance between them, and if dean leans down, his gloved hand slides up to curl at the other man's jaw. there's a brief pause, and he presses a chaste, tentative kiss to the corner of his mouth. ]

[ It's good Luke initiates it, because Dean is dumb enough to go all in, tongue and all, a proper makeout session in the hall with someone who is...known to him, but still essentially a stranger.

Good thing Luke has forceite.

Ha.

Dean smiles; the twinge of anxiety is immediately quashed as he leans down to meet him, heart thumping in his chest, lifts a hand to cover the one on his shirt. It's fine, this is fine.

The kiss is gentle and sweet, and really...it wouldn't take much to tip his head, make it slightly less chaste, but that's probably not appropriate. Is it. ]

[ dean meets him halfway, and luke can feel him smile against his mouth, the satisfaction curling through him like a coil of smoke. his gloved thumb swipes up over the other man's cheek, worn leather against his stubble, and he tilts his head to slot his mouth more firmly against dean's, deepening the kiss by patient degrees.

he follows it up with a second, shorter kiss, teeth grazing, before finally dropping down to his heels again, palm sliding down to cup the side of the other man's neck instead. ] Not bad, Mister Winchester.

[ To be fair, Dean never really thought his first kiss with a dude would be with Luke Skywalker, but honestly?

He can die happy now. Regret? Who needs it. This is where it's at; leather over his skin, the faintest scrape of stubble, the press of lips that part lightly under the attention.

It ends too soon, he thinks, the graze of teeth sending a little spike of want down south, but he's got enough damn control over himself not to pop an awkward boner in front of Luke, thank God. ]

Um. [ He clears his throat, a little dazed, rooted to the spot and unmoving. ] Yeah, that wasn't bad at all.

[ luke bites his lip, trying not to smile too stupidly at dean's response to the kiss. it's kind of nice to know that despite the last couple of years running for his life and the whole jedi thing, he's not bad at this. and he's.. allowed to do it. there's no one telling him he can't; the jedi are what he makes them now.

and dean is.. handsome. kind of sweet, from what he knows so far. ridiculous, with a fun sense of humor. who wouldn't like to kiss him, even if it is part of some sort of holiday tradition?

his hand moves, sliding to the nape of dean's neck instead, brushing the curve of his ear in passing. ] Yeah? .. Maybe we should try it again, just to make sure I've done it right. [ he's just saying. ]

[ Yeah...being allowed to do something like this - without judgment, without his father sneering down his neck, without Sam's quiet, prying eyes, it's--

freeing.

Far more so than he'd ever thought it would be - most of Dean's life he's kept this quiet want buried down deep, instead oozing bravado and testosterone, displaying himself as a manly man who chases skirts and drinks whiskey and shoots guns.

Is that who he is? Kind of, but not completely. There's a person hiding behind all of that, a person that hasn't been allowed to shine because he's been too busy raising his brother, cringing at his Dad's bark, following orders, a blunt instrument, a soldier created for the purpose of obsessive revenge. There's a man who really does like long walks in the moonlight, who likes to read Vonnegut and Tolstoy, who likes comic books and Lord of the Rings, who hides his love of softer things, because softness gets you hurt, or so he's been taught and told, the point drilled home until its become part of his soul.

On this station, there's no one here who knows him. No one's read those stupid books Chuck wrote, no one gives a shit about his past, or his dad, or his brother that he'd sold his soul for. Hell, half the people who'd responded to him and flirted had been men and no one cared. He's starting to think maybe...maybe it doesn't matter.

He swallows, free hand groping to hesitantly settle at Luke's waist, fingers twisting lightly in the fabric of his clothing. ]

I...think that is an excellent idea.

[ the nerves are back, but they feel different this time, like electricity in dean's presence, prickling at luke's awareness. something about this seems.. significant now. maybe it's the almost-shyness in the hand at his waist, the fingers curling in his shirt. ]

Hey, [ he says softly, his other hand lifting so that he can cup dean's face between his palms, eyes searching the other man's. he's quiet for a moment, two, and then he leans back up, pressing a kiss to his upper lip, then to the bridge of his nose. ] Feels like there's a lot going on up here, [ he adds at last, nosing against his cheek briefly before kissing him again, patient and unhurried, like they're not standing in a doorway where anyone might run into them. like dean isn't basically a stranger, like they've known one another for ages.

it's a very strange sort of experience, really, because dean does seem to know him, and very well, at that, and luke can't help but.. respond to that. ]

[ Dean takes a short breath, pulls himself properly back to the present - this is important, a moment that...may not be a huge deal to Luke, but for him it's monumental. ]

Sorry. [ It's sheepish, his tone. Pink colors his face, floods down his neck; freckles stand out like constellations over nose and cheeks. He hadn't meant to get lost, but sometimes it happens to the best of them, doesn't it?

Dean relaxes in inches, muscles that were previously tensed loosening, his posture gentling from rigid to familiarity. Luke's voice is familiar, warm - one he's heard before, many...many times over the years, a comfort drawn from a childhood escape. Here, now, though -- it's all real. It's real, and Luke is warm and Dean loses a piece of his self control as they kiss again, soft but more determined this time, more deliberate.

His fingers curl tighter in Luke's shirt and he moves in a little closer, lips parting, tongue tracing over soft lips. ]

[ Oh No, He's Cute.

dean is actually blushing, and it's unexpected and charming enough to make luke actually feel a little cocky. he doesn't usually get to feel like he knows what he's doing when it comes to people who are interested in him. ]

Don't apologize, [ he manages, just before dean's mouth finds his again. his lips part beneath the other man's, welcoming him inside as he eases closer. they're pressed together by the time he's satisfied, his fingers pushing up into dean's hair and curling gently in the short strands. ]

[ And just like that, the rest of the tension and nervousness leaves Dean's body, draining right out of him in a puddle on the ground. It's no big deal, is it? No one cares.

He slides both arms around Luke's waist, hauls him in close, hips pressed flush, mouth opening easily, hungrily - wanting to taste, feel, experience. Have these things he's never had, that he's denied himself, hidden, boxed up and put away. Fear of his old man, his brothers rejection - none of it matters now, not in this moment, because in this moment?

Everything is right. ]

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