Mitaka whimpers softly and looks up at the man. He didn’t look very frightening compared to his last master. He was afraid of most people after him though. Mitaka nods quickly and closes his eyes tightly, expecting to get hit.
Techie’s smiling into the kiss, propping himself up on an elbow to properly cup Dopheld’s warm cheek. “I’ve got s-some stubble,” he laughs, feeling tipsy with joy, and nuzzles his prickly jaw over Dopheld’s soft skin. “Tickles?”
Matt laid sprawled out on his bed. Someone could mistake him as being asleep the way his chest rose and fell so lightly almost unnoticeable. That was if they didn’t look closer at him which most people probably wouldn’t. However if they did they would see the open and empty bottle of pills laying in his open palm.
Techie looked like hell. There was dried vomit all over him, the bags under his eyes had also developed bags, and his eyes were red-rimmed from more than just allergies and rust. He’d been sobbing from terror out in the hallway. A world without Matt wasn’t a world he wanted to live in at all. Techie clenched his jaw and asked with a wavering, broken voice, “Wh-What the f-f-fuck, Matt?” He drew nearer and placed his forehead on Matt’s shoulder, taking a shaky breath.
“I can’t lose you, M-Mattie. Please… don’t d-do that ever again.”
Matt winced when he heard cure at him like that. He didn’t blame him he probably would have done the same thing if he had found techie in suck a situation. He didn’t know what had made him or maybe he did. Yes he definitely did. He was weak and lonely and hated the way almost everyone in this ship treated him. He was growing sick of it and didn’t think anyone would really miss him if he wasn’t around anymore.
“ I-I’m sorry techie I just I just kriff I just I’m sorry…I didn’t think…”
that was just it the technician hadn’t thought. He curled into himself as he felt tears start to slide down his eyes. He heaved a bit feeling like he might throw up again but he didn’t.
“ it’s just it’s so hard…too hard. No one here ever makes anything easy…it feel like…kriff.”
Techie pulled Matt into a tight hug, resting his head against his lap. They were both gross right now, and that didn’t matter at all. “I can’t live w-without you,” he sobs, “Matt, Mattie, please, please.” Somehow he needs to prove to him that he’s loved, and, most importantly, worth loving.
So Techie holds his bestest friend in the entire universe, rocks him gently while he cries, and whispers soft, sweet praise and promises; swearing he’ll be there for him no matter what, no matter when, no matter how.
Matt looked up from the thing he had been working on.
“ sure techie you can ask me anything. You know that.”
Magic. This is magic. It must be.
Techie’s heart is beating so loud in his ears that he hardly hears himself stammer, “R-Really? So, wh-what does this m-mean? What… do we do?” Unspoken was this: Are we in a relationship now?
If they were, he was going to keep kissing Matt for the rest of his life. Every morning, every night, any time.
Matt’s face flushed as he looked at the roses that were still clutches in his hands. Slowly his eyes rose to meet techies again a small smile spreading on his face. He sucked in a deep breath as he forced himself to keep his gaze steady with techies. He had bought the roses and now he was going to through with this. That’s what he told himself at least, not chicken out like he’d done every other time that he found himself in a similar situation.
“ t-they’re for you.”Once there, Techie carefully puts his flowers in a thin vase with clear, cool water. Then, the redhead drops to his knees in front of his desk, pulling out a rose made of red and green twisting wires. He stands up, breathlessly excited, and holds it out to Matt. “Happy V-Valentine’s Day!”
Matt’s eyes fell upon the wire rose. His eyes sparked as he the red and green creation. It was the most Benin he had ever seen. Extending his hand he took it from techie clutching it tightly to his chest.
“ thank you techie this is best thing anyone’s ever given me.”
He puffs out his chest with pride. “Next year’s gift’ll be even b-better! I promise!”
“I’m glad,” he says, and stretches out his arms with a yawn. “We’re covered in c-cum,” Techie muses, sounding very content to not clean up at all. He’d rather fall asleep here with his Kylo. They have a few hours still before Kylo will face off with Hux… they need all the rest they can get.
“No matter what happens, I’m n-not staying away from you. Hux can go f-fuck himself,” Techie slurs, nuzzling into Kylo’s touch.
He laughs again, more lazy this time. “Don’t care.” He kisses Techie’s forehead.
“We’ll wake up and get a shower before we have to talk to Hux. I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate us in this state.” Oh, he would be pissed. Good thing he didn’t plan on divulging this part.
“You are an adult in the First Order. General or not, there are certain regulations he has to abide by.”
Techie grins, amused by the image of the two of them, smelling of sex and covered in cum, telling Hux off. His brother’s eyes would no doubt bug out and he’d probably choke on his own spit!
“You’re r-right, on both counts. He may be my brother but he’s not m-my dictator. Well… Kind of. I am his employee.” He scooches closer to Kylo and wraps his arms around his waist, content. “Shower sounds good. Mmm.” Techie’s near sleep already; having his Kylo so close makes him feel safe and warm. He can safely sleep without any fear.
These were heavy worries for one man to carry alone. Techie bites at his bottom lip, working it between his teeth as he considered what Hux had said. “We… we d-don’t know any of that for sure unless we meet her,” he says gently, as though he’s afraid of upsetting him further. “It’s never knowing and wondering or, um, finding out from h-her personally.”
“You’re right, of course,” he sighed. “And with father gone, there really is no reason to not find her, I suppose… So if that’s what you want, that is what I’ll do. It… *It really could be nice, if we were all together again.”
Techie’s face can’t contain the huge smile that breaks out. “This is great! I can start digging up p-possible matches ASAP. You told me once th-that she’s from, um, Arkanis? That’s where we grew up?”
He blows bubbles into the root beer with his straw, cheeks still dimpling from his grin.
“There’s something else you c-can help me with,” Techie says, voice going a little deeper, a little more seductive. He’s terrified he’ll fuck this up but he has to try. He leans in the slightest bit, head tilting to the side like they could slot their lips together at any moment and he’s just trying to be prepared.
Kylo found himself tilting his head as well, also seemingly readying for a kiss without even thinking. They were so close, and it just seemed so… intimate, all of a sudden.
“I can?” Kylo whispered. “What is it?”
“This,” Techie whispers before closing the distance. He brushes their lips together gently, almost hesitantly, and rests his fingers on Kylo’s arm instead of looping his arms around his neck (even though he wants to.)
“Hi, F-Foxglove!” Techie looked up from the greenhouse’s rows of crops, stopping to wipe at his nose and managing to get dirt on his face. Months of working amongst nature with his new gang had given his cheeks a rosy glow, and he’d even managed to put on enough weight to form a little pouch over his tummy, no longer skin and bones.
“I’m d-doing a lot better. I owe you my l-life,” he smiled.Techie tried very hard to focus on anything other than what she was going to do with all those medical tools. It made him uneasy to remember the cold, unyielding metal under his back as he’d screamed and screamed for help all the while… Nobody had come.
“Th-they’re good to me, Foxglove. Really!” He pauses for a moment too long after reassuring her of this fact. Damn. He’d given himself away. With a grimace and a sigh, Techie admits, “Well, I do get some trouble. B-But only a little, nothing to worry about!” Is he trying to convince Foxglove or himself? It’s unclear even to him.
She knew that he was uneasy around medical related things. She remembered from when he first arrived in her compound, wounded, shivering, and terrified.
Foxglove made sure to be gentle, and as quick as possible. His statement made her pause however.
Still holding his wounded hand, tweezers at the ready, she looked up at him.
“What is happening? Who’s causing you problems?”, she inquired, a bit of anger creeping into her voice.
Color rises high on his cheeks. “N-No, it’s- not. Um. Nothing b-big.” Techie learned early on to lie back and passively take whatever is thrown at him lest they escalate and he (or worse, others) ends up hurt.
Truthfully, some of her workers think he’s weird and make fun of him. Worse still are the ones that resent the kindness she’s shown him; taking it to mean he’s privileged or somehow superior to them. Techie shrinks back the slightest bit.
Matt laid sprawled out on his bed. Someone could mistake him as being asleep the way his chest rose and fell so lightly almost unnoticeable. That was if they didn’t look closer at him which most people probably wouldn’t. However if they did they would see the open and empty bottle of pills laying in his open palm.
Techie looked like hell. There was dried vomit all over him, the bags under his eyes had also developed bags, and his eyes were red-rimmed from more than just allergies and rust. He’d been sobbing from terror out in the hallway. A world without Matt wasn’t a world he wanted to live in at all. Techie clenched his jaw and asked with a wavering, broken voice, “Wh-What the f-f-fuck, Matt?” He drew nearer and placed his forehead on Matt’s shoulder, taking a shaky breath.
“I can’t lose you, M-Mattie. Please… don’t d-do that ever again.”
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