Can I braid your hair? -Matt

ask-matttheradartechnician:

techiehux:

ask-matttheradartechnician:

techiehux:

Of course! Go ahead, Mattie ❤️

[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 8:54PM]

Matt smiled at the other man. He had been hoping that the red head would answer that way. He’d often thought about doing this to the others hair but until now he’d never gotten up the courage to ask him. He thought that it might come off as weird or creepy.

“ really? I can? Do you need it washed first or can I go ahead and braid it?”

He hadn’t washed his hair in two weeks…

“Yeah, I sh-should wash it first. Give me a few minutes.” Techie grabs his ridiculous-looking shower googles and fits them securely over his eyes. This way they’ll stay dry and it’ll limit the irritation. He shrugs out of his oversized shirt and heads for the fresher. Thanks to Hux, he’s got running water instead of a sonic. Sonics work well but nothing beats the feel of clean water cascading over you, droplets pooling at the tip of your nose.

In the fresher, Techie sits under the spray and suds up his hair with that flower scented bar soap he likes so much, the door slightly ajar. He must look stupid, and in front of Matt, to boot!

Matt’s face flushed as he watched techie strip out of his shirt. He wasn’t expecting the redhead to just take take his shirt off in front of him.

His eyes fell to the ground as he heard techie enter the refresher. What he doesn’t hear is the door shut. His eyes flit up and are meet with the outline of the other technician washing his hair. He let out a small gasp as his eyes again fall to the ground not wanting to be caught looking at the other man. Nor did he want to breach the mans privacy but techie had to have known the door wasn’t closed all the way before getting in. The question was did he do this on purpose and that he wanted matt looking at him like this. Still he kept his eyes to the ground.

“ the smells good.” He said as the scent of the soap hit his nose.

Techie reappeared in the bedroom with a blue towel around his thin shoulders and his red hair (now washed and dried) looking fluffy and soft. The shirt is still gone. “You can borrow my soap if you w-want. It really does smell good.”

He sits on the edge of the bed and twists so Matt can easily access his hair. Up this close, the smell of flowers is even stronger.

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