SHIT!

Techie smiles as if doing so is a piece of cake and not a ticking fucking bomb. It feels plastic and too wide on his lips.

As he removes his shirt completely, exposing his pale, bruised skin inch by inch, Techie shivers and fixes his gaze just over his twin’s head. The instant their eyes meet, Armitage will know . Techie’s face has always been marvelously expressive, and it routinely comes back to bite him in the ass.

Next are his pants; the hardest part. Trembling hands sink to his belt buckle, mouth dry as he imagines doing the same action but under very different circumstances. He has to take a deep breath, however loud it may be, to try and will down his fledgling erection.

alpha-hux:

techiehux:

Techie couldn’t help the visible shiver that went through him at his twin’s featherlight touch. He wanted to reach over and shove the tea into his mouth to avoid this conversation, but… Armitage was worried about him. Howeber hard this subject might be, Techie needed him to know. Wordlessly, he slid his hands to the frayed hem of his favorite yellow t-shirt and lifted it up to expose the deep red welts left by Brendol’s leather belt.

“He was l-less than happy with me yesterday. But today…” He left his stomach exposed and brought his hands up to cover his face. “Today was worse,” he whispered, voice hollow. “He th-thinks I’m disgusting.”

The last part had slipped out on accident, and his eyes widened behind his palms. All Techie could do now was hope Armitage didn’t pursue that specific thread. 

Hux let out a visible gasp at the sight, his eyes widening slightly. He wanted to tear their father to peices for daring to touch Techie. Their father had always been one for classic discipline, but it seemed over the years the old bag had widened his definition of what punishment was. Hux touched the welted skin, wincing in sympathy at the sight.

“Oh, Techie.” He murmured, pulling his brother into another hug. He wished he could wash away the pain, make everything right. He wished he hadn’t abandoned his sibling when he needed him most.

He stroked his hand soothingly down techies back, his other hand carded through his brother’s long hair. He wanted to delve further into what happened, but knew he should give Techie some space first.

“It will be ok. Your with me now. How about we get some cream on those wounds?” He offered, hoping the small gesture would bring some comfort.

He held onto Armitage like a lifeline, but finally pulled away from the warm, safe embrace to nod and mumble, “That sounds like a p-plan.”

They’d spent years together sharing small comforts despite a hellish household. All the easy comfort of that intimacy returned as if they’d never been apart, but with a thick undercurrent of… Techie gulped and had to pull away from his brother completely, afraid the trecherous thought would be clear on his face.

Even worse, though the welts burned and ached, he wanted Armitage’s lips on them more than any ointment. Techie was well and truly fucked.

Techie couldn’t help the visible shiver that went through him at his twin’s featherlight touch. He wanted to reach over and shove the tea into his mouth to avoid this conversation, but… Armitage was worried about him. Howeber hard this subject might be, Techie needed him to know. Wordlessly, he slid his hands to the frayed hem of his favorite yellow t-shirt and lifted it up to expose the deep red welts left by Brendol’s leather belt.

“He was l-less than happy with me yesterday. But today…” He left his stomach exposed and brought his hands up to cover his face. “Today was worse,” he whispered, voice hollow. “He th-thinks I’m disgusting.”

The last part had slipped out on accident, and his eyes widened behind his palms. All Techie could do now was hope Armitage didn’t pursue that specific thread. 

techiehux:

Techie bowed his head and allowed himself to be led inside, peering around his twin’s house with weary eyes. He took in the sleek, modern design of the apartment until an orange fluffball peeked out from behind a wall. Instantly, Techie’s face lit up.

He launched himself towards the kitten and pressed his face into her warm, soft fur. “Sh-she’s so small,” Techie cooed, enamored. Brendol hated pets, and Techie hardly left home enough to see animals of any kind. Cat memes on his desktop had been enough to tide him over… until now!

He scooped Millicent up into his arms and returned to Armitage’s side, their shoulders brushing from how close they were. “Millie is so c-cute,” he smiled softly.

Placing Millicent down gently, Techie trailed after his twin towards the kitchen. “Soda? Um…” he tried to think of one he liked, but all he could think about was the curve of his brother’s ass. Damn, he needed a quickie before bed and enough sleep to restore his dwindling self-control! Not even five minutes here and he wanted to launch himself onto Armitage like a desperate whore. This was a new low, that’s for sure.

Embarrassed, Techie’s cheeks flushed and he mumbled, “Anyth-thing’s good, but if you h-have that iced tea I’ll take it. Brisk! That’s what it’s c-called.”

Why did he bother to pretend that he wasn’t constantly drinking the sugariest shit on Earth? Instead of impressing Armitage with his “healthier choice”, he’d see right through him.

Techie bowed his head and allowed himself to be led inside, peering around his twin’s house with weary eyes. He took in the sleek, modern design of the apartment until an orange fluffball peeked out from behind a wall. Instantly, Techie’s face lit up.

He launched himself towards the kitten and pressed his face into her warm, soft fur. “Sh-she’s so small,” Techie cooed, enamored. Brendol hated pets, and Techie hardly left home enough to see animals of any kind. Cat memes on his desktop had been enough to tide him over… until now!

He scooped Millicent up into his arms and returned to Armitage’s side, their shoulders brushing from how close they were. “Millie is so c-cute,” he smiled softly.

alpha-hux:

techiehux:

alpha-hux:

My Brother’s Keeper

Hux was walking home from work when he got the text. It started out normal enough, his brother Techie (he hated being called by his birth name, William. Hux could understand that. He was the same way.) Was asking the usual questions: How was your day? Hows millie?

He thought nothing of it as he made his way to his apartment, greeting his tabby cat and feeding her to stop her persistant meows. But soon the texts became more worrying; his brother asking if he had a spare room and if he could crash for a few days. Hux had tried to pry the details out of him, but Techie was distressed and refusing to cooperate. His twin wouldn’t answer the phone, and Hux knew something bad must have happened.

Their father was strict, and Hux had been glad to move out and start his life away from home after college. Finances were not a glamorous career but it paid well. Even now in his late 20’s he felt comfortable and happy with his life.

Life for his twin Techie, however, seemed to only be one misfortune after another. His brother’s cripling anxiety and depression made the poor thing a shut in. Never moving away from home and jumping from one job to the next, Brendol breathing down his neck constantly to get his life together. They had been very close as children, but with Hux moving close to the city they drifted apart through lack of contact. He didn’t know any of the details of what was happening, but he suspected maybe their father got sick of Techie being a ‘useless freeloader’. While Hux didn’t think of his brother as useless, he did miss him dearly and felt guilt at the skip of joy in his heart at his sibling coming to stay, even if it was for a short time.

He sat down on the couch, sending another text as he put a pillow under his knees.

:Techie, I need to at least know your safe. If you have no were to stay tonight please drive here right away. I know it’s 2 hours away, but I promise you always have here to stay.:

He hit ‘send’, worrying his bottom lip as he waited for a response. Depending on how big the fight was with their father, techie could be staying longer then a few days. He ran a hand through his hair, trying not to stress over Techie’s worrying messages. Everything would be fine, and his brother would be visiting.

@techiehux

Over on his side of the screen, Techie scrubbed at his wet, red-rimmed eyes and squinted at the screen. If he went a little over the speed limit, he’d make it to Armitage’s apartment in an hour and forty minutes. Hopefully. Techie’s phone was about to die, battery icon an angry red and screen dimmer than even he was used to.

He worried at his bottom lip and put his phone on airplane mode before tossing it into the backseat. The battery needed to be conserved as much as possible! The charger he’d left with the majority of his things: back at the Hux “estate”.

Before continuing his drive towards his brother, Techie pressed his face into the hard leather of the steering wheel and pressed down, letting out a few messy, loud sobs as the car honked. What a fucking mess.

The closer he got to Armitage, the faster his heart fluttered (and the guiltier he felt.) Until, at last, he showed up on his twin’s doorstep, looking like a miserable wreck, and knocked tentatively.

Hux startled awake at the Knock, having drifted to sleep on the couch. Techie had stopped responding to his texts, which Hux hoped was because his brother was driving. He knew immediately the only person it could be at this hour was his brother.

Millie meowed, her collar jingling as she went to the window to see who was here. Hux headed to the door, smoothing his hair back so he didn’t look like he had slept on the couch in his worry. When he opened the door, his heart fluttered in concern. Techie looked awful, tears staining his cheeks and his face puffy from crying. His long hair was a mess, and the bag he was carrying looked stuffed full with everything he owned.

“Oh Techie.” Hux said softy, pulling his brother into a Hug. “It will be ok. It’s Armie and Techie, just like old times. Just the two of us. I wont kick you out, brother. Please, stop shaking.” He said, runing a hand through Techie’s messy hair.

Despite Techie’s misery, a hot flash of arousal shot down his spine the moment their skin came into contact. He leapt back from Armitage as if burnt, heart in his throat and eyes wide. “Sorry! I’m. Ugh, s-sorry.” If his brother found out about his… proclivities… there would be no home for him at all.

But just the sight of him made Techie’s knees weak. He needed to press his mouth against the pale expanse of Armitage’s neck and drop to his knees before him, worshipful, like he needed to BREATHE. Fuck.

It was more suspicious to refuse to touch him than anything else, so Techie leaned back into his embrace hesitantly. “S-sorry. I haven’t really been hugged, um, much since you’ve been g-gone…”

Techie knew he must look like a disaster, especially in comparison to Armitage, who remained angelic and gorgeous no matter what he did. It was like gazing into a mirror that showed you what you could have looked like if you hadn’t fucked up your life so much and ended up like… this.

alpha-hux:

My Brother’s Keeper

Hux was walking home from work when he got the text. It started out normal enough, his brother Techie (he hated being called by his birth name, William. Hux could understand that. He was the same way.) Was asking the usual questions: How was your day? Hows millie?

He thought nothing of it as he made his way to his apartment, greeting his tabby cat and feeding her to stop her persistant meows. But soon the texts became more worrying; his brother asking if he had a spare room and if he could crash for a few days. Hux had tried to pry the details out of him, but Techie was distressed and refusing to cooperate. His twin wouldn’t answer the phone, and Hux knew something bad must have happened.

Their father was strict, and Hux had been glad to move out and start his life away from home after college. Finances were not a glamorous career but it paid well. Even now in his late 20’s he felt comfortable and happy with his life.

Life for his twin Techie, however, seemed to only be one misfortune after another. His brother’s cripling anxiety and depression made the poor thing a shut in. Never moving away from home and jumping from one job to the next, Brendol breathing down his neck constantly to get his life together. They had been very close as children, but with Hux moving close to the city they drifted apart through lack of contact. He didn’t know any of the details of what was happening, but he suspected maybe their father got sick of Techie being a ‘useless freeloader’. While Hux didn’t think of his brother as useless, he did miss him dearly and felt guilt at the skip of joy in his heart at his sibling coming to stay, even if it was for a short time.

He sat down on the couch, sending another text as he put a pillow under his knees.

:Techie, I need to at least know your safe. If you have no were to stay tonight please drive here right away. I know it’s 2 hours away, but I promise you always have here to stay.:

He hit ‘send’, worrying his bottom lip as he waited for a response. Depending on how big the fight was with their father, techie could be staying longer then a few days. He ran a hand through his hair, trying not to stress over Techie’s worrying messages. Everything would be fine, and his brother would be visiting.

@techiehux

Over on his side of the screen, Techie scrubbed at his wet, red-rimmed eyes and squinted at the screen. If he went a little over the speed limit, he’d make it to Armitage’s apartment in an hour and forty minutes. Hopefully. Techie’s phone was about to die, battery icon an angry red and screen dimmer than even he was used to.

He worried at his bottom lip and put his phone on airplane mode before tossing it into the backseat. The battery needed to be conserved as much as possible! The charger he’d left with the majority of his things: back at the Hux “estate”.

Before continuing his drive towards his brother, Techie pressed his face into the hard leather of the steering wheel and pressed down, letting out a few messy, loud sobs as the car honked. What a fucking mess.

The closer he got to Armitage, the faster his heart fluttered (and the guiltier he felt.) Until, at last, he showed up on his twin’s doorstep, looking like a miserable wreck, and knocked tentatively.