alpha-hux:
techiehux:
“Yeah. Sounds g-good, Armie.” The nickname gives him an intense flashback to a moment frozen in time:
Giggling about something with his brother under the covers, safe and warm with only the light of the moon from their window illuminating the room. A ceiling fan hums quietly, reassuring. Techie hooks his leg around Armitage’s. He could have kissed him. Would have, if he wasn’t on the verge of sleep and sinking fast into dreams. ”Armie,” had been his last whispered word, like a prayer, before he fell into a deep sleep pressed against his brother’s chest.
Abruptly, he returns to himself and stands up. Too late he realizes he’s still clutching the cushion like a lifeline as he follows Hux into his bedroom. Techie screeches to a halt in the doorway, afraid to go inside. The minute he steps into this intimate space, he’ll destroy the innocence of it somehow. Of that, he’s sure.
But there’s no getting around it; in he goes. The minute his eyes land on Hux’s bed, all the air is shoved out of his lungs like he’s been punched. The room smells strongly of his brother’s uniquely pleasing scent… but the bed is the jackpot.
Hux stands in the room, not sure what to say. Techie will be sleeping in his bed soon, warm body pressed in the sheets. His brother’s smell will be on his sheets, on the pillows, everywhere.
Hux curls and uncurls his fists to calm himself down. Its similar to when they were kids, yet different at the same time. They had shared a room well into their teens, Hux taking the top bunk and Techie the lower. They were so accustomed to sharing everything, doing everything together.
It made Hux sad to think about it. How little he had kept in contact with Techie when he moved. Yet, at the same time, it was for the best.
Ever since puberty, maybe even before, he had been having lustful thoughts about his twin. Brotherly love began transforming into something more sidious, darker. Even now with something as innocent as Techie sleeping in his bed he was having lustful thoughts, and it sickened him.
Techie would leave and never come back if he knew.
“I have sweatpants you can wear in the dresser, and if you need anything I will be in the living room.” He said, breaking the silence.
As though hypnotized, Techie drifts towards the bed and runs his fingertips over the soft comforter, reverent. Hardly any of Hux’s words got through to him. He was hot from the tips of his toes to the top of his head, and it took all of his willpower to not slide onto the bed and stuff a pillow into his face to try and absorb every little iota of Armitage’s scent.
Instead, he manages to face Hux again and smile, placing the cushion down. “There. A p-personal touch,” he laughs. It probably came out a little breathless.
“Thanks, Armie. I’ll undress and get some sleep, I r-really need it.” He hadn’t consciously taken that suggestive tone on “undress” but hopefully his twin doesn’t notice. Techie knows full well he won’t be sleeping for quite some time once Hux leaves…
Going over to the dresser, he takes out the sweatpants and starts working at the few buttons on his shirt. It won’t affect Hux like it would to me, were the situations reversed, Techie thinks. He’s the pervert, not Armitage.
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