TechieHux

“Yeah. Sounds g-good, Armie.” The nickname gives him an intense flashback to a moment frozen in time: 

Giggling about something with his brother under the covers, safe and warm with only the light of the moon from their window illuminating the room. A ceiling fan hums quietly, reassuring. Techie hooks his leg around Armitage’s. He could have kissed him. Would have, if he wasn’t on the verge of sleep and sinking fast into dreams. ”Armie,” had been his last whispered word, like a prayer, before he fell into a deep sleep pressed against his brother’s chest. 

Abruptly, he returns to himself and stands up. Too late he realizes he’s still clutching the cushion like a lifeline as he follows Hux into his bedroom. Techie screeches to a halt in the doorway, afraid to go inside. The minute he steps into this intimate space, he’ll destroy the innocence of it somehow. Of that, he’s sure. 

But there’s no getting around it; in he goes. The minute his eyes land on Hux’s bed, all the air is shoved out of his lungs like he’s been punched. The room smells strongly of his brother’s uniquely pleasing scent… but the bed is the jackpot.