Techie’s hair is always a tangle so @allmannerofsomethings wondered how Matt gets Techie to let him comb it, and what he finds in there when he does.
—
Two, three, fo—wait. What.
“Uh.
Techie? Is this a…stick?”
Reflex
quick: “No.”
Matt
squinted at the thing judged not a stick. It was a stick. He held it at arm’s
length so Techie could see it, too. Techie turned his head the other way.
Right,
okay, whatever.
Fourteen, fifteen, sixte—wait.
Matt
leaned forward. “Uh, is this…” He sniffed the back of Techie’s head.
“…salt nettle jam?”
“No.”
Matt
dabbed his tongue at spot that seemed but was deemed not jam. It was jam.
That’s
when Techie harumphed and started wiggling his butt. Reflex quick Matt looked
down, to see what sort of wiggle it was.
Because
there’s the bad butt wiggle Techie does when he’s waited too long to pee. That
wiggle walks his ass to the end of a chair until it’s fall off or get to the
fresher.
There’s
the good wiggle he does in the mess hall sometimes and Matt doesn’t even have
to look. Clear as day that wiggle says dew cake’s on the menu.
This
wiggle was neither of those but because he’s an adept at Techie bum speak Matt
knew this one was a warning and that went something like this.
Matthew Kee, I am only
allowing you to brush my hair because you bought me a pretty pink hair comb and
matching pretty panties and then gave me puppy eyes but I can take these off
you know and go the kriff to bed.
True
enough, Matt had begged to brush Techie’s
hair. True too is that Mattie Kee loves his love heart and soul, but when you
think maybe you saw something moving in those red tangles this morning, well what
you do is quick-smart you buy your boy some bribes and, with some big, brown-eyed
blinking, you convince him to sit on the bed and let you count out the strokes
as you comb.
Matt
did not convince Techie to listen to
the detail of what that comb found.
So
Matt apologized. He pushed to the left that bit that had had the stick, and he pushed
to the right that bit still knotted with jam, and Mattie then leaned in warm-breath
close and soft as anything he lipped and nibbled and kissed Techie’s neck full
of shivers.
And that’s when Techie started up with
one of the good butt wiggles. And this one, oh this one Matt, Mattie, ‘my big
beautiful boy,’ this one he knows, because Techie taught it to him in the dark and
this wiggle, it can be gently, roughly, wetly, translated to something like
this.
Finish Mattie, finish finish
untangling my hair, then take these pretty pink panties off me and tangle me,
Mattie, tangle me up in you.
I decided to do another outside perspective for this one
because I had a lot of fun with it last time. I love exhibitionist!kylux so much you don’t even understand. Also Emperor Hux
au because I can
Words: 1089, I don’t think any warnings apply, but it’s never made clear whether this is happy, consensual exhibitionism on a large scale or if it’s unhealthy dynamics, so it can really be read either way
FN-2176 and her squad made their way to the cafeteria and
she was glad to finally have her lunch break. A morning of patrols wasn’t the
most interesting day, but at least it wasn’t terribly difficult. Her feet
ached, eager to finally have a chance to sit down, but she was accustomed to
ignoring it by now. Every Stormtrooper in the First Order was adept at disregarding
minor discomforts like sore feet.
She grabbed her tray, frowning slightly at the sloppy mess that
awaited her. Sometimes the food wasn’t half bad, but today was not one of those
days, it seemed. Shaking her head, she made her way to a table with the rest of
her squad, sitting down and removing her helmet. The first spoonful tasted
exactly as dreadful as she thought it would, but she kept eating anyways.
“Supreme Leader,” Hux gritted out. “Is this absolutely – “
“Necessary? Of course it is,” Ren said silkily, reclining on his blasted throne and spreading out his beastly legs, and it was nonsense, offensive nonsense, and Hux ought not to stand for it. “You want to be Grand Marshal, don’t you?”
Oh, and Hux did, and Ren knew he did, knew he wanted it more than anything. Wanted it enough for this.
“If you’re going to hold a rank,” Ren was saying, slowly and patiently, as if Hux were a simpleton, “If you’re going to hold the rank, you have to wear the uniform.”
Hux’s cheeks burned, and the worst of it was – the anticipation. The ‘uniform’ was a mockery, a tawdry, objectifying joke, and as soon as Hux had put it on his quarters he had been thinking of Ren’s eyes on it, on him, all over, just like this. Of the Supreme Leader’s approval. Ren knew it, of course. He had known it when he designed the damned thing. He knew it now as he looked down at Hux from the dais, looked right through him, inside him, at all the dreadful things the uniform was making him feel. Hux had barely known there were this many forms of humiliation to bear.
“Well then, Grand Marshal,” Ren said, his eyes glittering, and Hux bit his lip, hard. Ren spun a finger in the air. “Give us a twirl.”
Hux did as he was ordered, turning on the spot, in the chill air of the throne room, giddy with excitement and shame.
“Stop,” Ren said, and he must have put the Force into it because Hux jolted to a halt as if he’d come up against a solid wall. He had his back to Ren, but it was as if he could feel his gaze crawl over him. “Lift the cape for me,” Ren said his voice grown softer, rougher, and Hux did, stars help him, he did, Grand Marshal of the First Order and yet he uncovered himself on command, raised his cloak all the way to his hips, his hands shaking where they gripped the fabric. Ren gasped.
This is a work made for the Kylux Reverse Bang 2017 @kyluxbigbang
@robinasnyder wrote this beautiful fic to go with this piece.
Summary:
Techie and Armitage have very similar tastes in men. They both like tall, muscular men. But Armitage prefers men with cruel personalities, while Techie has always preferred kindness. After meeting Kylo Ren, Armie’s tall, muscular mean boyfriend, Techie isn’t feeling particularly hopeful about Ren’s brother Matt. He’s surprised when he meets Matt and Matt is tall, muscular, and full of kindness all focused on the little Rodian boy he had adopted. Techie’s heart never stood a chance.
Techie can only be brave enough to face this surgery if Matt is there with him. Because Techie can only do this if he’s awake the whole time.
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At last, the final day! My enormous love and thanks to @unremarkableawakening for starting this challenge and @atlinmerrick for encouraging me to take part!
Techie knows it’s asking too much. He’s asking Matt way much
more than he should, however much he knows Matt loves him. If Matt says no,
that’s okay. He’ll manage. It’s just that… it frightens him. Letting people
mess with his eyes.
“Of course I will.” Matt doesn’t even hesitate.
“It’s too much,” Techie says.
“No it isn’t.”
“Nobody likes to see that sort of thing.”
“I won’t be watching it,” says Matt staunchly, “I’ll be
looking you in the other eye and talking to you. We don’t have to pay attention
to… the other thing. If we don’t want to.”
Techie is pretty damned sure he’ll be paying attention. Once
his questioning determined it was both possible and safe, that was the only
choice for him to make.
He’ll be awake for the entire surgery to treat his mech-eyes
with a compatible organic casing so that his body stops trying to reject the
implants. First the left eye, and once that’s back in his head and working
properly, the right. All in one sitting. All under a strong local anaesthetic
while he stays awake and is therefore not helpless.
TechieHux 