After we finished filming The Last Jedi, I completely fell off the face of the planet. I just wasn’t ready to be in Hollywood. I wanted to go away and remember who I am. I went to South Africa for two months and volunteered with endangered animals. I also went to Vietnam for a month and volunteered with orphans, and then flew my parents out.
Acclaimed author Kylo Ren decides to adapt his best-selling biographical book on his grandparents into a musical and convinces his childhood friend, the composer Poe Dameron, to help. When Poe recruits director Armitage Hux, of both West End and Broadway fame, egos clash and tensions fly high. Meanwhile, the new musical attracts the attention of many hopeful actors. Finn, a dancer, convinces his best friend Rey, a newcomer, to audition with him. Though she wants the part, another actor at the auditions catches her eye: Rose Tico.
Hux is the most well known food critic for the First Hors D’oeuvre, the dark force behind the Michelin guide. Coerced by Phasma into dating (because calling Millicent his “Starkiller princess” is NOT a healthy habit Hux !), he gets forcefully brought to the talk of the town: a full blooded biker grill owned by fashion and food disaster Kylo Ren.
He’s warm and real and he needs you. Don’t be a coward again, when the time comes. You’re no mere vessel. Take heed of the things that bring you physical comfort. They’re not meaningless. They make this body your own.
If you haven’t read this amazing fic yet, you should! We had so much fun doing this shoot and recreating moments from the story – warm caf on the porch, eating by the fire, and just being soggy, angry space nerds.
OMG this is awesome ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! it takes me right back to the story and you both look amazing, I love that you recreated these scenes. The mood and atmosphere are perfect, and I’m especially glad you did the soup on the hearth and caf on the porch scenes, two that were my faves when writing. Glad you had fun with it!! Seeing these this morning made me so happy :DD
Were it not for how Hux’s eyes were locked onto his dick and the constant drag against his own prostate as he bounced on his lap, Kylo would have thought him completely uninterested.
“You’re slacking,” Hux drawled as he brought his whiskey to his lips. “Or is this the best you can do?” A long sip, followed by a low hum as the burn slithered down his throat. Kylo’s mouth went dry as he watched the bob of his Adam’s apple, the distraction causing him to slow his pace so as not to overbalance.
Hux set down his glass on the arm of his chair. “If that’s the case, I should find another fuck toy. Someone who doesn’t disappoint me with lackluster performances.” Hux finally looked up at Kylo’s face through his lashes. “I’d make you watch, you know. So you could learn how to actually fuck properly. You wouldn’t be allowed to come until you learned how to be a perfect little slut.” Kylo’s eyes squeezed shut as a spark of lust landed in his belly, barely catching a moan before it passed his lips.
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