“There’s nothing I want more than you to come back to me.”
Author: techiehux
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32. Forbidden love + Techienician
“Don’t do it, baby.”
Techie pouted. He refused to look Matt in
the eye, choosing instead to focus his whirring irises on the table in front of
him.“Cream puff, are you even listening to me?”
Techie sniffed. He wiped his sleeve-covered
fist under his nose and pouted some more.“Baby, you know you can’t do this anymore.
You know what’ll happen.”Techie’s bottom lip began to tremble.
“I… It kills me to see you hurting.”
By the nail scraping back and forth along
the edge of the table Matt could tell. Techie was fidgeting himself to
resolution.“Please, baby, for me. Please don’t do
this.”Techie raised his chin, his eyes finally
meeting Matt’s. “I love you Mattie. You know that, right? It’s just… there’s one
thing, one, that I love more.”“Please…” Matt whispered.
Techie picked up his spoon.
“No.”
He scooped up a mound of ice-cream, eyes never
leaving Matt’s.“Please, baby.”
Techie licked his dry lips and held them
open, his tongue waiting. He brought the spoon up, fed it into his mouth,
wrapped his lips around it. His eyes fluttered closed and a visceral deep moan
of pleasure hummed through him as he drew the spoon out. He tipped his head
back and licked his lips, the red fall of his loose hair almost reaching the
floor now. He moaned again.Matt watched the long white column of his
neck ripple as he swallowed the creamy sweetness down.Techie moaned one last long, “Ohhh,
Mattie,” to the ceiling above and brought his hands to his belly.“Already baby?” Matt crouched down by the
side of the chair and covered Techie’s bony knee with his hand.“It’s so good Mattie.” Techie lolled his head
along the back of the chair. “It’s so good. I love it.”“I know you do baby but…”
He was interrupted by another moan from
Techie. It was the moan Matt had come to recognize as the ever so complicated I regret everything, I regret nothing
moan.“Stop me, Mattie.” Techie grasped at his
belly with one hand and brought another spoonful of ice-cream to his mouth. “Hurts
so good,” he garbled around the cold cream filling his mouth.The bite marks on his hand from the last
time he’d tried to stop Techie were still healing. But Matt was determined to
help his boy, always, so he snuck his hand tentatively toward the bowl. It was
snatched away, a growling snarl transforming Techie’s sweet face.“Okay, okay,” Matt held his hands up.
Techie hissed. “Mine.”
“I know baby, I know. How about I get you a
nice cosy hot pack for the aftermath instead.”Techie narrowed his eyes and grunted before
his face slowly calmed into a smile. “’Kay, Mattie,” he said, and kept
shoveling the sweet sweet icy joy into his mouth.
For the prompts: how about Stensland meeting Clyde’s family for the first time?
Ahhh, finally. Sorry this took forever, darlin’.
Milestones (and Scattergories) [1600 words]
Stensland doesn’t know if it comforts or worries him that Clyde’s hand feels as clammy as his when they reach the front porch. Clyde’s hand itself—usually warm, strong, gently calloused—he likes, has liked from the beginning. That Clyde is as nervous about this as he is. Well. In one way, that’s sort of nice, isn’t it, that Clyde cares enough to be nervous, nice that he wants Stens to meet his family at all, an enormous step in itself and how many films are there about this particular moment from slapstick comedies to heartfelt dramas and Sidney Poitier and it’s certainly a sign, of what neither of them has put words to just yet, much as Stensland’s tongue itches to put about a quadrillion words to it, only he doesn’t know if any of them are the right words, damn it, and why is this always so hard.
Because then again, Clyde might be nervous because this is a terrible, terrible idea, and he’s just begun to realize what a complete disaster he’s brought about by inviting Stens along—
The grip on his hand tightens just perceptibly; Clyde’s thumb ghosts over his knuckles, soothing.
Stensland exhales and squeezes back. “How much of that did I say out loud just now?” he asks, as the two of them contemplate Mellie Logan’s front door.
“Most of it, I reckon,” Clyde says. But he’s smiling in that way he has by crinkling his eyes at the corners, and it’s too much to resist. Stens has to kiss him.
“Not all men…” No you’re right, General Armitage Hux wouldn’t do that.
He’d have one of his men do something much worse on his behalf.
I love the concept that Kylo wants to be loved by Hux because he is the only one who sees him as he is while everyone else just sees the version of Kylo they want to see
Kylo feelings of isolation and mistrust for those close to him but keeps his ambitious general close at hand Ren and General entitled to power and craves more Hux
TechieHux 