One of the few existing photographs of Brendol Hux with his wife and sons
Author: techiehux
With a sigh of relief, Techie closes his eyes. “I’ll try,” he promises. Recovery is never an easy road. “When I’m b-better, can you show me around? Can I m-meet your friends?”
He’s worried and scared, that much is true. But a new start? That’s priceless. Techie resolves not to screw it up. He’ll make nice with all of Armitage’s friends and coworkers.
“I think I was the closest th-thing to a droid at Peach Trees,” Techie admits, eyes never leaving the droid. He seems lighter, less frail. “Could I really h-have this little guy? Wh-what’s it’s name?”
He slides off the cot and crouches before the beeping droid, looking it over with a small, sincere smile. Somebody sort of like me, Techie thinks, and feels less alone.
Techie was so shocked he could only stare at Phasma after the kiss, wide eyed. Kissing her hadn’t been part of his plan, or even crossed his mind, but now that it happened? There was no way he’d be thinking of anything else for weeks.
The tension drained from his shoulders, and he returned the hug. “Th-thank you, Hux. It means a l-lot to me…” Techie pressed a kiss to his brother’s cheek before pulling away, embarrassed. It wasn’t often he was affectionate.
“H-have me then,” Techie says invitingly, raking his nails over Ren’s overheated skin. He wraps his legs around his waist and hitches his skinny hips up to rub against Ren’s lap. Red hair spread out like a halo but smiling like a sinner, Techie hums with pleasure and licks the shell of Ren’s ear.
The question makes Techie pause. There isn’t much that turns him off, honestly. Even the sick, sick things MaMa did to him ended up twisting into secret, hushed kinks that he buries deep down.
He settles on: “Do wh-whatever you want!” With a sly wink, he pushes Ren’s underwear down and slips his fingers under the fabric.
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“Th-that’s when I’ll be able to sneak you out for good. Anything b-before that, and we, uh, run the risk of getting caught. You’ll have to trust me on this, okay?” He was already on edge; having Nao mistrust him too would make this unbearable. “For now, you’ll stay here. With me.”
Predictably, Techie jumped out of his skin and scrambled to cover his eyes whether Nao was dressed or not. He’d set up a pile of blankets on the floor for him to sleep on, and he (tried) to step over it carefully. He tripped over it, of course; preserving Nao’s dignity took precedence over his ability to see just then.
“There are, um, c-clothes on the desk…” he said while he picked himself up, red-cheeked and eyes screwed shut.
She watched him and stopped herself from heading over to help him up after his fall. She instead stared and sighed noticing that she was lowering her guard around him. Could she really help it? He was endearing, for an older man. It was probably his attempt at preserving her dignity that sparked a gentler feeling inside her. ‘By this point, I probably couldn’t kill him.’ She notes as she walks over to the desk to grab the clothes he brought out for her. “Hey, thanks. Sorry.” She replies as she retreats back into privacy. “You can open your eyes now.” She calls in case he decided to keep himself blind, which she was sure he had.
Techie sighed with relief and opened his eyes. They whirred insistently as the crystalline lens flexed to accomodate and refocus the image before him: namely Nao, clean and dressed.
“Oh, g-good! I’m glad I can look now, being b-blinded isn’t something I like to do, even for- um, just a l-little bit.” There’s a hint of something off in his voice when he says that, but Techie continues on before she can question it:
“The, uh, bed’s ready. I’ll s-set up shop over here.” Techie lowers himself down onto the blankets and snuggles up, facing the ceiling, staring hard at it. It’ll be awkward if he stares at Nao the entire night, anyway.
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