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 pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.
He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.
“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.
“I DO unders-s-stand! When a bird and a b-bee feel very w-warm inside, then-” His iron grip loosened suddenly and he fell backwards onto the mattress like a rag doll. It was getting hard to keep his eyes open.
“Th-then the Ren has to… He’s g-got to- mmm.” Techie felt himself sink into the covers as if it was quicksand. His eyelids seemed to weigh more than his body and his eyes crossed.
Even a gallon of energy drinks couldn’t protect him from the eventual crash.
As he was on the brink of sleep, he held out his arms towards Ren and made grabby hands.
Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.
He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.
“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.
“No meds,” Techie slurred. “No s-sleep either!” He snuggled himself into Ren’s chest and then leaned up to whisper in his ear, “All I s-said was-”
Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.
He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.
“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.
Techie was hyped up on three kinds of energy drinks laced with a few shots of vodka. He’d been awake for nearing 54 hours without rest and was, needless to say, far from reality.
As a tech he had access to the comms of quite a few higher ups, and as a Hux he had access to quite a few *more*, so it wasn’t so hard for him to call up Kylo Ren himself and leave a message.
And when Kylo Ren marched up to him and said… something (Techie wasn’t aware enough to know WHAT), all Techie did was giggle and stumble towards him.
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