Rating: M

Words: 1707

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Luke found himself alone at the Mos Eisley cantina, a drink shoved into his hand, and face to face with the most handsome man he’d ever seen.

“Hey there, gorgeous.”

Luke’s head whipped around, wide eyed. A drink had been shoved towards him.

Leaning against the bar next to him was a tall, rugged looking man with a crooked smirk. After Luke eyed him up and down, he straightened his back, shocked that a guy like this was giving him the time of day. He seemed confident, self assured and unflappable, and was incredibly, inconceivably handsome.