creepycreepyspacewizard:

Hux is stilted and short with everyone- there’s something not quite right with so many of his social interactions that this should be easy. Or so Kylo thought. He’d never even considered the idea that Hux might try to, for want of a better word, ACT. The man can’t even manage any kind of bedroom role play where the only audience is Kylo & his flagging erection. Now there’s eighteen officers in the quarters where they’ll be sleeping and Kylo is considering spacing himself out of embarrassment.

They’ve been together, in secret, for five years now. It’s been easy enough to hide what they have when the bickering on the bridge is 100% real and both of them struggle to have a civil work conversation. Maybe one or two of the crew think they might be hatefucking, but everyone knows that doesn’t count. But of course in private they’re very different men.

Kylo hadn’t realised how much trouble Hux would have in switching from a private to a public setting. Not that they have a choice. The Supremacy is disabled and the few remaining ships are far above capacity. For the next five nights officers have to sleep where they can. At least Hux and Kylo get the bed- everyone else is on the floor or the couch cushions.

Now if only Hux would stop monologuing about how much he hates Ren so they can all get some sleep. He’s really laying it on thick and the whole thing is long past the point of believability. Wait, did he just complain about Kylo’s morning breath? For fucks sake…