A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

kylocanyounot:

techiehux:

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

Encouraged by Ren’s response, he runs his lips teasingly over his, coaxing him forward. Ren’s lips are a little chapped, but they’re nice; HE’S so nice- to touch, to kiss, to have. A little hesitant, the tip of Techie’s tongue pokes out. He’s so warm in Ren’s arms…

Kylo follows his tease, moving closer into him so they won’t stop kissing. And then he feels the warm tip of Techie tongue, so small and sweet but so eager. He pulls him forward now, as close as he can, and kisses him deep, clumbsy, needy, and sweet all in one himself. There’s so much he want to say but can only show.

The sweet sensation of Ren’s tongue against his makes Techie’s knees weak. He isn’t sure where this will go but he’s certain of one thing: it’s very, *very* tempting to eat him up right here, right now. To lead him towards the bed and crawl over him, greedy. But maybe that’s too much too fast… Techie breaks them apart just enough to croon, “Where do we g-go from here?” against Ren’s mouth. Both their lips are kiss swollen, and Techie has never been so aroused in his life.

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

Encouraged by Ren’s response, he runs his lips teasingly over his, coaxing him forward. Ren’s lips are a little chapped, but they’re nice; HE’S so nice- to touch, to kiss, to have. A little hesitant, the tip of Techie’s tongue pokes out. He’s so warm in Ren’s arms…

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

“It’s all okay. You’re just s-so wonderful I can hardly breathe,” Techie sighs. Focus on now, he tells himself sternly, not what could happen later. One of his hands he moves to run lightly over Ren’s jawline, eyes whirring like little fans, and then he presses their lips together with such reverence that Techie has the urge to kneel before him.

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

kylocanyounot:

techiehux:

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

Mustering up every hint of courage he has, Techie presses a soft kiss into Ren’s neck. Fear and doubt flood his senses; What if he’s doing something wrong, or weird? When he pulls back, he locks his questioning, hesitant gaze with Ren’s.

He asks, voice low, “Can I d-do that again?”

The kiss sends sparks up his skin, down his back and up to his hair. He wanted him to do it again, of only just to feel that spark of life he seemed to radiate.

“Please?” he answers with a soft smile, hoping. But things seemed easier with Techie, and he wouldn’t have to hope and hope for nothing.

More than happy to oblige, Techie presses his lips again to the sensitive skin just under his ear. And then again, and again, and again; wherever he can reach. Techie peppers Ren all over with adoring kisses. He’s probably getting carried away, but his heart feels like it’s at capacity and spilling over.

They’ve practically just met, but can’t they be good to each other? Steal whatever bit of pleasure they can together? He has no idea when the violence onship will flare, and who will or won’t survive.

Techie presses himself closer to Ren and wraps his arms around his neck, swallowing down that bleak thought.

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

Mustering up every hint of courage he has, Techie presses a soft kiss into Ren’s neck. Fear and doubt flood his senses; What if he’s doing something wrong, or weird? When he pulls back, he locks his questioning, hesitant gaze with Ren’s.

He asks, voice low, “Can I d-do that again?”

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

kylocanyounot:

techiehux:

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

“You’ll do great,” Techie assures him, looking up at Ren with soft eyes and upturned lips. He places his hand over his shoulder and tries not to give away his nerves. Watching a few holos doesn’t really prepare you for being so…*close* to the guy you like. Or slow dancing! With some trepidation, Techie inches closer and starts to hum along with the song, leaning against Ren’s chest and coaxing him to move also. 

He manages to keep time without stepping on Techie’s toes. It wasn’t hard, and with his frame, a little sway went a long way. As some point, he gets lost in the music and the darkness of the room, of the heat of another person against him, and bows his head to lean on Techie’s shoulder.

Heart thudding loud in his ears so he can’t even hear the music, Techie nuzzles against Ren’s hair and buries his face in the crook of his neck. He smells so good that Techie’s head goes dizzy and he suddenly, painfully, *aches* for Ren. His skin feels overheated and too tight for his rushing pulse. 

“S-see? You’re a natural…” he breathes, breath tickling the shell of Ren’s ear. 

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

“You’ll do great,” Techie assures him, looking up at Ren with soft eyes and upturned lips. He places his hand over his shoulder and tries not to give away his nerves. Watching a few holos doesn’t really prepare you for being so…*close* to the guy you like. Or slow dancing! With some trepidation, Techie inches closer and starts to hum along with the song, leaning against Ren’s chest and coaxing him to move also. 

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

“Nope,” Techie smiles shyly and looks like he’s deciding what dance to do, but he stops and looks at the floor instead. “Hmm, h-how about…” He changes the music to something soft and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. “We can sway, if you like. Th-that’s easier.”

He bites his bottom lip and offers his hands to Ren.

A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

kylocanyounot:

techiehux:

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.

“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.

And then bolts for the nearest exit.

Techie looked pleased that the attraction was mutual judging by how his face lit up like a star, but he felt somewhat exasperated too. “Feelings aren’t something you can c-control or *explain*, Kylo. I don’t know much about you, that’s true. B-but I do know that I WANT to learn more. You’re f-fascinating, and powerful, and I actually mean something to you! You talk to me like I matter!”

His face pinked and he eyed some icing near Ren’s bottom lip. “There aren’t, um, a lot of people I can say that about.” All this time, he hadn’t tried to reach out and touch Ren, but without realizing it he’d begun to inch closer.

He added, embarrassed, “If it makes you f-feel better, I can say my feelings are only physical… That’s a l-lot easier to, uh, justify, right?”

“You DO matter!” he insists. He doesn’t know why he believes it so strongly but he does. Techie is important.

All the words he used to describe him were so positive . He don’t understand how he saw all that. He wondered if that was the eyes too? Making everything seem better somehow? It was unlikely, he knew.

Physical. That wasn’t terrible at all. Kylo needed to spend time with someone, something more than his thoughts. And he seemed to have a thing for red hair.

As if reading Techie’s mind, his tongue darted out to get the bit of icing, and he moved one hand up to card through the other’s hair, brushing it away from his face.

He made himself look so small but he burned very brightly; the only reason Kylo hadn’t sensed him before was likely how far down in the ship he lived.

The minute Ren’s hand smoothed back a strand of hair, Techie looked like he’d choked on his own tongue, and he shifted slightly forward to follow his retreating fingers. It was a little embarrassing, but Techie had been trying to get used to getting pleasant touches instead of “bad” ones, and now he was developing an intense need for affection.

To distract himself from the sudden ache for his touch, Techie excused himself a moment and pulled out something he’d salvaged from Mega City One; an old music player, which he’d fixed back up into working condition.

“What kind of m-music do you like?”