Author: techiehux

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His eyes fluttered shut, skin feeling too tight, too taut, everywhere the washcloth runs over Techie’s body. Without thinking, he shudders and tips his head forward so he’s almost laying on Armitage’s chest. Those few inches of distance are tantalizing… 

Blood rushes in his ears, body thrumming with overwhelming desire and the urge to just give in. “Y-Yes,” Techie breathes, almost begs, and finally rests his head in the crook of Hux’s neck. The contact sends a shock of arousal through his veins, so sudden and intense that Techie hardens all the way and his knees go weak.

“Armie,” he whispers, dazed and wanting. More than the steam has him feeling like every inch of his skin is on fire. Techie spreads his legs slightly, giving Hux an easier path to his ass. When he opens his eyes, pupils blown wide open, Techie has a perfect view of his brother’s cock.

It looks just like his own, from the base to the perfect, beautiful tip. His mouth waters. Techie wants to jump over the edge and let himself fall.

Hux lets out a stuttering breath, Techie’s head against his neck making him want to moan. They are both hard now, and Hux can no longer deny that his brother wants this as well. He feels emboldened, slipping the wash cloth down Techie’s ass and against his hole.

He finally lets himself moan now, his free hand coming up to cradle Techie’s head.

“Fuck. I…I can stop. Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” He murmures, his cock grazing against his brothers as he leans into him. “But..I…I’ve thought about this…about you…for years.” He confessed, placing a light kiss to his brother’s neck. Techies throat is warm and alive against him, and he trails more kisses softly down the pale expanse of neck and against his freckled shoulder.

He needs to stop this before it goes any further. This is insane! If they can stop now maybe this can be written off as a mistake, and buried deep down into their psyches, never to be mentioned again…

But then their cocks touch while Armie’s lips are hot against his neck, and all his thoughts fly out the window. More, fuck. He needs to touch him and NOW.

“I n-need you,” Techie pleads. His hand slips down from Armitage’s chest and lightly strokes both of their cocks in a loose, teasing grip. When he looks up, Techie slots their lips together in a yearning, passionate kiss.

Hux moans against Techies lips, years of tension and held back desire melting against lips similar to his own. It’s everything he had imagined in the dark recesses of his mind, a hidden pleasure finally bubbling to the surface and ignighting his need for more.

When Techie grabs their cocks it takes every ounce of his willpower not to come immediately, the sheer intimacy of Techie’s hand and his brother’s cock against his own almost to overwhelming.

He pulls back from the kiss, only to start kissing along his brother’s pale neck as the water splashes over both of them. His hands wander, the washcloth dropped and abandoned as Hux caresses every inch of skin he can. He wants everything at once; the sex, the intimacy, the closeness. He craves it all and is overflowing with raw emotion, thrusting into his brother’s hand as his own hands finally settle on Techie’s hips.

“Fuck. T-techie. God ive wanted this. For so long.”

“Nnh, th-that makes two of us.” Techie’s touches to their cocks stops as he sinks to his knees, looking up pleadingly with lust-clouded blue eyes and slick, kiss-swollen lips parted. “C-Can I-? In m-my, um, mouth?” His gaze flicks down hungrily to Hux’s erect cock like it’s a craved sweet treat, so close within reach and yet so far.

Techie presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to Armitage’s milky thighs, not satisfied until they shake from pleasure and his knees go weak. He can’t help himself and nuzzles against his brother’s warm erection, gaze locked with Hux’s. The tip of his pink tongue slips past his lips. A promise…

“I th-thought I was a deviant,” he murmurs, nudging Armitage’s pubic hair with his nose. “But we go t-together too well to ignore.”

“Well hello, Billiam,” Kess beamed, pulling over a chair and sitting across from him at his workbench, “How are you?”

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“B-Billiam?” Techie couldn’t stop the helpless laugh that slipped past his lips. That nickname was a first! He took in the woman’s appearance and scrunched up his brows in thought once the giggles dissolved. Hardly anyone approached him unless they knew Matt or wanted him to do their shift. She didn’t look like a tech, at least. “Are you… Matt’s f-friend?” Putting his toolbox aside to clear space on the workbench for her, Techie gave her a small, lopsided smile.

New friends (closed)

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“C-Cower and cry, probably.” Techie smiles apologetically. Those were always his first instincts. He puffs out his chest a little, to make himself seem bigger and tougher than he actually is. “Let’s try it, th-though. Punch me!” 

He hopes Kylo will be gentle and slow… Techie’s reflexes are rusty. It’s been a while since he had to dodge a fist.

Kylo offered Techie a warm, encouraging smile and shook his head. “I am not going to punch you before you know how to best react,” he laughed. “Running away would work, I think, but I don’t recommend cowering and crying. If someone wants to hurt you, it will simply make it easier for them.” He stretched and walked up to Techie.

“Maybe you can try to punch me? I assure you I will block it, and you may see how that looks.”

“Okay.” Don’t screw this up, Me. Techie nods, determined. Once, twice; his fists tense and relax at his sides before the left one shoots forward to hit Kylo’s stomach. The angle is a little off, perhaps too curved. It’s too late to fix it.

Kylo smiled as he saw it, blocked the hit and grabbed the arm, pulling Techie closer and placing his own palm on his stomach.

“This is where I would punch you,” he explained, quite close to that lovely pale face. “Did you catch what I did? Or do you want me to show you step by step?”

“I think I’ve g-got it, but a demo wouldn’t hurt…”

There was one good thing about his eyes: they could follow movements -even quick ones- like nobody’s business. He’d seen Kylo’s block coming. The problem was getting himself to react fast enough to evade.

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“Oh, uh. It’s my sh-shift! I have to be on t-time,” Techie explains as he hops into his technician overalls, slipping them on right over his casual clothes. Usually he’d try and take a sonic first, but any longer and his supervisor will yell at him. 

“I know you w-want to help me, but… People will notice, right? If I get, er, special t-treatment.” Now he’s frantically smoothing down his hair and tying it back with a blue hairband.

“I suppose they might,” he sighed. “But it’s just… I don’t know, whenever you have to go, I feel like there is something wrong. Will you stop by after work? I would love to perhaps share a glass of some sort of liquor?”

“Sure!” Techie grins. He won’t tell Armitage just yet that he doesn’t drink. That’s sure to be a heavy conversation. “I’ll comm you wh-when I get done,” he says, picking up his toolbelt and giving Hux a sideways, one-armed hug. There’s real affection in his eyes.

Hux smiled and watched him go. That same evening, after their shifts were both done, he was waiting for his brother in his own chambers, already sipping the best bottle of whisky he could find, and looking forward to spending some time with his dear brother.

Freshly cleaned and well-groomed, Techie put in the access code to Hux’s room and met him at the table once the door slid open. “Armie,” he smiles in greeting before sitting down across from his brother. It feels comfortable to be here. With him.

“You got s-started already,” Techie says, eyeing the glasses and bottle of whiskey.

“I hope you don’t mind?” Hux smiled and opened the bottle for Techie. “I do hope you enjoy whiskey? It’s honestly one of the better ones you can get in these parts of the galaxy. Nothing but the best for you.”

“Th-thank you,” Techie says sincerely, though his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He takes a glass and cautiously fills it with the (expensive) whiskey, making no move to drink it. “Where did you g-get it from?”

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He swallowed hard, head spinning. What more could he do but comply? Techie slid in another one of his deft fingers, making good use of the callouses at the tips while he relentless stroked that sensitive bundle of nerves. “You’re d-driving me crazy,” Techie gasps. “Ah- I c-can’t… mmm! Inside, please-!” 

The thought of penetrating Kylo made his cock jerk, precum sliding off the tip. Techie rarely slept with somebody he wasn’t in love with, and Kylo wasn’t the exception to the rule. He’d fallen; truly, madly, deeply. That’s why this was so special: the two of them breathing hard in the low-light, skin-to-skin, lost in pleasure. Everything together.

“’M going to p-push in,” Techie warns between heated kisses onto Kylo’s back.

“Yes…please…Techie, please!” Thoughts spilled out of the most erotic places in his mind, and he wanted more, all of it, all at once. Wanted to be full and filled by him, wanted to let Techie take him apart and put him together and maybe take a piece home anyway, and—-he was in so deep. But the fire in his blood and the blood in his cock didn’t care.

He tilts his hips to make it easier. He’s not practiced but he knows what he’s doing, how to slow him down from the bottom if he has to. But he’s got not interest in slowing Techie down.

‘-please fuck me-‘ he whispers in his head, not even aware he did it. It was all physical sensation overload and his mind was doing what it wanted.

This is what heaven feels like, for sure. Techie’s slipping inside, and Kylo’s body coaxes him in deeper until he’s all the way seated; balls pressed flush against Kylo’s ass. Shit, he’s so tight and hot.

He works his hips back and forth in shallow thrusts to give Kylo time to adjust, but this proves too stimulating and Techie moans wantonly, desperate to fuck him hard, harder and better than anyone had ever fucked him before.

If this possesive streak surprised him, Techie didn’t show it; he started to snap his hips at a punishing pace while laying claim to Kylo with love bites all over his back, his free hand reaching around to thumb at Kylo’s sensitive tip.

>Foxglove speaking< How are your wounds? Do you need anything?

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“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.

✂ – Their thoughts on revenge.

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I wish I could be the responsible adult that says, “Revenge is bad!” and preaches forgiveness… but…

Let me leave you with this thought:
I would gleefully watch MaMa die every day for the rest of my life.

[T3CH13N1C1@N posted at 7:00PM]

Hogwarts Sorting Quiz

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You Are 43% Hufflepuff, 28% Ravenclaw, 20% Gryffindor, and 9% Slytherin!

You belong in Hufflepuff without question, but your Ravenclaw-esque appreciation for knowledge means your many friends come to you when they need advice from someone with a level head. While you enjoy any kind of learning, working as part of a team is where you truly thrive. You are an excellent collaborator, and understand that communication with others is an essential part of learning and, more importantly, growing as a person.

Your slight compatibility with Gryffindor house hints at an underlying desire for adventure that may manifest itself in a love of travel or trying new things.

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