Seduced by a Rogue: Wedge and Tycho

Chapter 3

Wedge's Corellian blood had been denied for too long; the fever was on him, fueled by the other's proximity and the amount of skin in contact. Until now, Wedge had carefully pushed away his growing attraction to Tycho, hiding it by refusing to get close to the other man. From what he had seen, the Alderaanian had shown impeccable taste in women and no interest in men at all.

Luke's departure had not helped matters either, forcing Wedge and Tycho to spend more time together since they were now the Rogues' CO and XO. When Wedge had complained to Luke, the Jedi had scolded him playfully and replied that things weren't always what they seemed.

Tycho again moaned softly and struggled to regain the upper position. Both sets of hands were exploring but when Wedge grabbed his backside and pulled their groins together, Tycho regained some semblance of awareness. He pressed his hands to Wedge's chest and rolled off his CO. He quickly sat up and turned his back.

Wedge's mind was still foggy, the passion pumping through him in agonizing torture. "Tycho, I'm sorry," he rasped as he sat up. He reached out his hand but stopped short of placing it on the other's shoulder.

Tycho shook his head and glanced back at the other man. "I'm the one who should apologize. I have spent time with enough Corellians to know how you would react," his voice was soft, sad and apologetic.

At that pronouncement, Wedge dropped his hand back into his lap. He was right; Tycho wasn't interested in him. "I should have known," he mumbled despondently.

Tycho turned round to face the other. He lifted an eyebrow and tilted his head questioningly.

Wedge sighed; he knew that look. Tycho would push until he got his answer. "Alderaanians tend to be rather... proper... in their relationships."

Tycho knitted his brows, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Wedge waved his hand between them, "Just that you would never be interested in someone..." He shrugged, "like me."

Tycho nodded in understanding, "You mean men." He surprised the other by chuckling softly; drawing a pained expression from Wedge. He brushed Wedge's cheek with the back of his hand. "Aleraanians and Corellians are not that different. The fact that you are male does not prevent me from being attracted to you."

Tycho dropped his hand from Wedge's cheek, softening his voice to take the sting from his words. "The main difference is that we don't 'kiss and tell'. We keep our passions private. To us, sex is an expression of friendship, caring and trust. To Corellians, it's just a matter of finding a warm body to enjoy a little fun for the evening."

Wedge bristled, "Maybe for most, but not me." He thought about the Antilles family history. There was some contention as to whether the name originated on Alderaan or Corellia; both branches claimed supremacy. Others, including his own family, insisted that there was no relation at all and that it was mere coincidence.

For the first time, Wedge wondered if there was some connection. He was always considered a little odd since he was a Corellian that just couldn't partake in casual sex. He, too, felt the need for something deeper. If only he could convince Tycho of that. He closed his eyes and dropped his chin to his chest in frustration.

Tycho gently lifted Wedge's face so their eyes met. His next words were as hard for him to say, as he knew they would be for Wedge to hear. "I don't do one-night stands. Nor will I be your substitute for Luke"

Wedge shook his head, "It wasn't like that... I mean..." Wedge sighed, "We were just friends." His voice was so soft Tycho had to strain to hear it.

Tycho shifted uncomfortably, feeling that perhaps it was time to change the subject. He retrieved the dropped datapad and slid over beside Wedge. "Let's get out of this rain; it's starting to affect our moods. We can finish this discussion over dinner and drinks _after_ we've had some fun."

Wedge looked up through his dark bangs and smiled in releif. "That sounds like a good idea. I think the hotel has a speeder we can rent."