Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.
After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”
At some point, they had to stop. It was too much; Techie’s voice rasped and throat ached, shockingly parched. He put his instrument down, they all did, as the wild applause died down. He smiled, utterly exhausted but proud.
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The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
Techie breathes a sigh of relief and takes her hand, the momentary touch of her skin electrifying. His blood pulses loud in his ears, drowning out even the loud music in the dim bar as he’s led away.
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“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.
During the first few hours of sleep he’d gotten in stars knows how long, Techie had a dreamless, comforting rest. He kept perfectly still and practically fell into a coma… but then slipped in the memories.
MaMa’s face hovering over him, the split second of ice cold terror between her fingers darting towards his eyes and feeling them carving his eyes out of their sockets, screaming, so much screaming, he can’t- HE CAN’T–
Techie awakes with an inhuman shriek and throws off the covers, scrambling to his feet before he can realize where he is.
He flinches, face a grimace and heart aching. Too far, Hux. Techie does not like his family; yes, that’s true. But to be hated here, too? He can’t take it.
Techie swallows dry and becomes acutely aware of the sneers and jeers directed towards them. So many people watching him. He reaches out to gently touch Hux’s arm, face pleading. “C-can we talk about this somewh-where less public?”
He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. Their stares are making his head spin.
Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.
After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”
Now at ease, he interjected his own solo to the musical mix; playing a complementary sound to fit with Hux and Phasma’s parts. His gaze kept flickering to Phasma, who sang so passionately. He admired her more than anything at that moment.
Techie’s way of dealing with feeling in love is… a little sideways. He can’t meet his crush’s eyes at all, afraid of what emotion he’ll see reflected in them. Disgust? Pity? Better not to look at them and risk wishing he were blind.
He’ll make wire flowers from dusk til dawn, twisting and bending them again and again until they are absolutely perfect. Not that he’ll ever actually give them to his crush. Techie is much too shy to bring himself to do it.
The strangest, most rare thing he lets himself do to cope with being lovesick is… try. Try to pour his heart out, clean up a little, win them over.
And sometimes, once in a blue moon, it’ll work.
Techie, being the filthy boy that he is, doesn’t feel the need to take a shower after sex (despite being covered in cum and sweat). Sarah is trying to train him out of that unsanitary behavior, with little luck. He will help her clean herself up, just not him!
Although he falls asleep pretty easily after their various activities, Techie presses sleepy little kisses to the top of her head until he drifts off. She wakes up to him drooling on her head!
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