Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.
“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.
And then bolts for the nearest exit.
“You’ll do great,” Techie assures him, looking up at Ren with soft eyes and upturned lips. He places his hand over his shoulder and tries not to give away his nerves. Watching a few holos doesn’t really prepare you for being so…*close* to the guy you like. Or slow dancing! With some trepidation, Techie inches closer and starts to hum along with the song, leaning against Ren’s chest and coaxing him to move also.
He manages to keep time without stepping on Techie’s toes. It wasn’t hard, and with his frame, a little sway went a long way. As some point, he gets lost in the music and the darkness of the room, of the heat of another person against him, and bows his head to lean on Techie’s shoulder.
Heart thudding loud in his ears so he can’t even hear the music, Techie nuzzles against Ren’s hair and buries his face in the crook of his neck. He smells so good that Techie’s head goes dizzy and he suddenly, painfully, *aches* for Ren. His skin feels overheated and too tight for his rushing pulse.
“S-see? You’re a natural…” he breathes, breath tickling the shell of Ren’s ear.
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