Modern AU. Ben and Hux haven’t met, they’ve just heard each other via game play. They’re crushing on each other based on voice. What do they visualise? What do they think the other’s like? You don’t even have to have them meet other than they first see each other and each smiles… But what are they imagining now?
“There’s one coming up behind you.”
The voice in Ben’s ear is low, and for a moment me imagines what it might be like, lying in the long grass as he presses his cheek to the side of the rifle as he takes his sight. He spies the enemy player moving up easily and snipes them before they can move in on his position.
“Got him,” he replies, already moving to a new position, guiding his avatar one handed while taking a swig from his soda with the other. There’s no wasted conversation as he takes his new place, though he hears Dearg curse as someone snipes him. He calls up the running game score. It’s close. That hit has pushed the enemy team closer to their score, and it’s going to make it tight for the final round. Ben leans forward, a feral grin on his face as he prepares to shoot again.
“Where are you?,” Dearg asks, his voice a low hiss over the comm. Ben can just make out his location on the mini map, a dot moving rapidly away from the respawning zone.
“Ensuring our victory,” Ben replies.
Ben hears Dearg laugh, a sharp bark of sound that makes his chest tight even as he watches Dearg’s icon move out into a more open position. The effect is immediate, and Ben could laugh at the predictable reactions of the enemy team. As they move out to try and take out Dearg, he picks them off one by one, the enemy respawn point too far away from them to get back in time for any more combat. As the last one falls, he gives up his hiding place, waiting for Dearg to reach him so they can take their customary victory screenshot.
The in-game siren sounds, declaring their victory, and Ben captures the moment, saving the image in his ever growing collection. Since he and Dearg started teaming up instead of just trying to take each other down in the free -for-all, their rankings in the PVP games have steadily increased.
“So what has you up so late?”
Ben stares back at the screen, as if expecting to see Dearg’s face there instead of the loading page on the screen of his desktop computer. Normally he’d log off as soon as the game was done. And late?
“Late?” he repeated out loud, glancing out his window where the setting sun could still be seen. “I’ll have you know it’s not even 9pm.”
“It is late,” Dearg said. “Well, it is here.”
“And yet,” Ben said, hovering over the option of signing them up for the next game. They’d only have ten minutes to wait before it started. “You’re playing on an American server.”
“Ugh.”
Ben felt himself grinning at Dearg’s noise of disgust.
“Maybe I should ask what you’re doing lurking on a foreign server?”
“Trying to find something other than idiot kids to play against.”
“Must be hard being old,” Ben taunted.
Dearg’s accept slipped when he got angry, and Ben felt himself blush as he remembered the last time it had happened, an ill-fated attempt at joining a battleground game that required they team up with eight others. Several of the team refused to follow Dearg’s tactics, resulting in fumble after fail, and Dearg screaming his frustration at them. Ben had listened in silence to Dearg’s rant, his heavy breathing after they’d finally quit the battleground and gone back to their usual game. They’d played out the rest of the evening as usual, but Ben had heard Dearg’s voice echoing in his head as he rocked against his sheets that night.
“Oh piss off,” Dearg’s voice came across, a hint of the lilt sneaking in. “I’m in college, not fucking ancient.”
Ben grinned, glad for the distraction.
“So what are you studying?”
“Game development. Among other things.”
“Ah, so this is research.”
“Eh.”
“And what am I?”
“Test subject.”
“What are you testing?” Ben asked, his forehead drawing in as he pondered the question.
“Things.”
“Things,” Ben repeated. “I think I deserve to know more than that if I’m going to be part of your thesis.”
“What age are you?”
“Nineteen,” Ben replied. “I’m a freshman.”
“And you take the piss out of me for being a student.”
Ben grinned. This was really why he enjoyed these nights so much. Talking with Dearg was always so easy. Even the silences were easy. He never smiled so much as he did on saturday nights.
“You’re clearly a final year student,” Ben replied, full of confidence. “That kind of weary attitude only comes from people who’ve been ground down by the system.”
Dearg snorted. “You’ll have your turn yet.”
“Not likely,” Ben replied. “I’m studying art. I’ll be a hippy forever!”
“Ugh, I could practically hear the flounce from here.”
“Why were you asking my age?”
“Check your messages.”
Ben looked down at the text bar scrolling on the bottom of his page. They always used voice chat, so they never really used the text box, but there was a link sitting there. Curious, he clicked on it, waiting as it took him outside the game and loaded a new page.
Ben felt his mouth dry up as a photo loaded, one taken in a dark room, the lighting off as it came from the fluorescent glow of a computer screen. It showed up the dark circles under his eyes, the skin pale from more than just the game itself, but also the red hair, the sharp, bright eyes.
“Now, do I really look beaten down?”
Ben’s eyes roamed over the image as Dearg’s words filtered through his headset. Ok, sure, Dearg looked tired, but he also looked like he could cut down everyone in his path.
“That bad?”
“What? No, no, I was just…”
“Game’s up. Get your ass back in here.”
Ben licked dry lips as he tabbed through his screens, clicking accept on the new arena challenge. His heart was beating too hard in his chest, he couldn’t parse that image with Dearg’s voice drifting with false laziness through his head set.
“Ready?”
Ben looked down at his hands resting over the keyboard, fingers already in place. His eyes darted away from the screen as he considered Dearg’s photo.
“Yeah, I guess.”
Author: techiehux
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Matt laid on his back head thrown back back arched slightly, eyes closed tightly. His lips was bit as he fiercely jerked his aching erection. The sound of his door opening made him jerk sitting bolt up in bed. Eyes flying open only to fall upon one very red faced redhead.
“T-t-t-t-Techie?”
He finally stammered out. He felt like his heart had just stopped. Hands grasping at his sheet he pulled over his naked lap and hard dick. He could feel his cheeks flushing eyes falling slightly but not wanting to look at his lap either.
Techie stumbles over to him, entire field of view narrowed to just Matt on the bed. Matt, with his head thrown back, cheeks red, glistening with sweat. Fucking delicious. His own mouth waters at the sight. Before walking in on this, he hadn’t any inkling of arousal and now it was the only thing coursing through his veins.
He’s kneeling by the bedside before he realizes it, and then with shaking hands, Techie removes the thin blanket. Inch by inch, Matt’s flushed, hard cock is revealed and Techie’s mouth goes slack. “G-Gorgeous,” he breathes, eyes locked onto the leaking tip.
“Mmm-Matt, I w-want… to touch…” It’s so hard to speak with this mouthwatering cock so close to his lips. Part of Techie aches to stroke it, the other to swallow it down. What does Matt want? That’s important, regardless of how much Techie wants something or other.
Matt’s breath catches on his throat as he watches techie male is way across the room. His heart is thumping so loude his his chest he swears it will explode. As much as he’d dreamed of this happening. Thought about what he would do it this happened he was left confussed and at a loss for words.
His eyes follow as techie slides down to his knees. Eyes locked as he nestleds himself in front of him. A shutters breath escapes his throat as the sheet is pulled off his lap, gliding softly against sensitive hard cock.
Reaching down he lets his fingers glide through techies slightly greasy stringy red locks. He wouldn’t have it any other way. This was techie with his perfectly imperfect flaws. Swallowing thickly he nodded his head nodded his head unable to formulate any words to answer the question asked.
A splash of color rises high on his cheeks at Matt’s gentle caresses to his hair, a soft tendril of something like heated shame curling in the pit of Techie’s stomach. His hair, it’s- greasy. Disgusting. Matt is carding his thick fingers through it like it’s spun gold.
It is either this realization or a flash of inspiration that makes Techie surge forward to nuzzle Matt’s swollen, leaking cock with his cheek, nosing at the curls towards the base. The scent is intoxicating, and his eyes flutter shut. Shy, Techie peeks out a pink tongue and runs it up the underside all the way to the tip; so wet and such an angry red that Techie aches for it like it were the cherry on top of a dessert.
“Mattie,” he breathes again, helpless.
I deleted the ask but this is for @demideerling
who asked for gingerdarkpilot or whatever if called. I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for but maybe I’ll do a little follow up.*
Poe had been called into General Hux’s office. It wasn’t the first time. The general often called him in when Lord Ren was away. Apparently he needed something on the side when his lover was absent.
It was always a quick, dirty fuck and nothing ever left Hux’s office. Hux was ready for him every time Poe was requested. He showed little emotion and the only way Poe knew he was satisfying the general is that he was still being called back.
However, when Poe was granted access to the office he was met with a different sight.
Ren was there.
He was sitting in Hux’s chair and Hux was nestle in his lap. Neither of them were paying attention to Poe; Hux was cooing over the Knight, stroking his face and murmuring things Poe couldn’t hear. Ren’s arms wrapped possessively around Hux, glowering a little less than usual.
Then Ren looked up and the colour drained from Poe’s face.
Ren knew.
“Commander Dameron,” Hux said, startling Poe out of his internal panic. “Do sit. We have much to discuss.”
Poe didn’t move. He eyed the way Ren tensed when Hux shifted. His brows pulled down and his grip tightened. Hux leant back against Ren’s chest and tilted his head to kiss Ren’s chin. “Darling, I’m just sitting up.”
Ren allowed this but kept a protective arm around Hux. His gaze snapped back to Poe, eyes cold. Poe shivered.
“I said sit, Dameron,” Hux repeated.
Poe did as he was told. He’d never been very good at that but he knew the stakes right now. They weren’t good.
Ren said something in Hux’s ear, just low enough that Poe could only make out his name. He knew Ren could have used the Force to communicate–or something along those lines. But he didn’t. He wanted to set Poe on edge. He was playing games.
Poe should have seen this coming.
“It’s come to my attention that you’ve been having fun with my lover,” Ren said, voice low and sharp, even without his helmet. He tilted his head in his signature way, eyes narrowing. “Do you deny it, Commander Dameron?”
“Ah. No. No, I don’t deny it. Let me explain how–”
“There’s no need.”
“Uh?”
“Commander, I don’t care who my lover fucks. If he wants to opens his legs to those beneath him I have to objection. Judgement, perhaps.” Ren received an elbow to his ribs and in retaliation, squeezed Hux’s waist. “I know he’s mine and he’ll always belong to me.”
Ren grew distracted, it appeared. He ducked his head to nip at Hux’s ear, purring deep in his chest.
“What Ren means to say is that he can hardly get mad when he’s chasing down all the young, pretty officers.” Hux smirked at Poe, as if they were in on the joke. “He likes fucking them because they all think he’s a sex god.”
“I am,” Ren said lowly. “Among other things.”
“Of course.”
“I still come back and make you scream night after night.”
“You’re gifted with a large prick. That doesn’t mean you’re gifted when it actually comes to sex.”
“So,” Poe began, wincing when their eyes snapped back to him, “if you didn’t bring me here to, well, you know, kill me for sleeping with the General… then why am I here?”
Ren still ignored him, moving to Hux’s neck and teasing him with nips and licks and wet kisses. Hux just tilted his head to the side, wearing an almost amused expression. “Ren was generous enough to consider inviting you to play with us.”
“I…”
“Won’t that be fun, Dameron? Ren can show you just how I like to be fucked… maybe you can have a turn to.”
“Fucking you or having him fuck me?”
“Both if you’re that eager.”
Ren lifted his head enough to murmur, “Look at that, he’s already considering it.” His hand slid down between Hux’s legs, cupping the General through his trousers. Hux exhaled quietly, blinking slowly.
Poe looked away.
“Dameron, we don’t have all day,” Hux said.
“He thinks it’s a trick,” Ren said. “He has so little faith in us.”
“Shame… it could have been great.”
“Wait,” Poe said, sitting up straighter. “I haven’t said no. Not yet. I’m just weighing my options. I need to think about–”
“Yes or not, pilot.”
“Yes.”
Hux and Kylo shared a look, both smirking, both cunning. “Excellent,” Hux said, mostly to Kylo. “Now, do come here and show Ren what a wonderful mouth you have.”
in honor of the season of Eurovision and all the wild AUs we’ve been seeing for Kylux lately, @huxibitionism and I comissioned @elviscl for this AMAZING piece featuring the first order crew as ABBA. Yes, Mitaka is Björn. It’s my favorite thing ever, I’m crying.
My entry for @thedonutproject 😀
Techie is my favourite still and i had to draw him ❤
My cosplay I did for @thedonutproject! I dyed my hair red as well! (It rained and got my hair wet so it looks darker)
Also thank You to @kiwisoap for taking my pictures!
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