This was simple, perhaps too much. Techie blocked easily, grabbed his arm, and placed his open palm on Kylo’s stomach. Just like he’d been shown. He didn’t move his hand from that spot, watching him with bright eyes and asking, “Can we do it a l-little faster?”
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Techie sighs heavily. “N-No, this is my fault. I should’ve told you s-sooner! But I was embarrassed…” He’d been sober and clean since he’d gotten onto the Finalizer, mostly out of a lack of addictive substances to work with. But this whiskey? It was temptation. “Wh-where I was before, everyone was always drinking, and if you weren’t, y-you were a c-coward. I know that isn’t true, b-but sometimes…”
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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 laughs too loudly for the still of the night. “You’re so b-bad,” he smiles fondly, already getting excited again for the thought of Dopheld in his bed. When they find a simple boarding house, Techie pays for a single room and the owner gives them a wink on the way upstairs. He pretends not to notice but he’s flushed all over.
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“Oh I think he’s a darling fella. Of course I had to do some… research on him to ensure he was good for Mattie, but her definitely checks out. Cute button nose, adorably dorky giggle, Matt definitely has good taste…”:
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“Oh. I’m s-sorry for int-t-truding.” Techie’s face falls and his hand slips off from Matt’s shoulder. Surely they were talking about their relationship or something romantic; definitely something Techie had no right to overhear.
“I’ll leave you t-two alone, then.”
Techie nodded vigorously, still embarrassed but unwilling to take back what he’d said since Matt looked pleased and flustered. It was a very good look on him. He got the sudden urge to leap forward and kiss him, the rest of the world be damned! But Matt would probably be grossed out. Techie wasn’t even sure if he liked men.
“You could b-be a model,” Techie blurts. “Nice, um, muscles!” What the fuck?! This stupid mouth of his couldn’t shut up, could it? Well, it turned out it clamped shut faster than the speed of light the minute Techie read Matt’s note.
Kylo Ren and Matt? Related? That explained so much… The problem was, how was he going to break it to him that Techie’s own brother was General Hux? Would he say, “Our brothers are enemies!” very cheerfully and then continue on like normal? What does someone do in this situation?
Techie’s brow furrowed, and he leaned back towards Matt without realizing, seeking comfort.
Matt had been honest with him… time to return the favor.
He wrapped his hand around Matt’s adorably oversized ear and brought his lips very close so nobody would overhear his confession. “You s-secret is safe with me, Mattie. But, uh. Hux is my brother.”
More than happy to comply, Techie parts his lips and greedily takes his brother’s tip into his mouth, shivering with lust when it feels heavy on his tongue. He’s never done this before, any of it. Part of him always wanted to save himself for Armitage like an appealingly wrapped present.
Techie hollows his cheeks and sucks like he’s seen pornstars do, technique lacking but more than making up with his enthusiasm. He’s moaning around Hux’s cock as though it were in his ass instead of between his pretty bow-shaped lips. His hands settle on his brother’s inner thighs and he massages them soft and slow, totally at odds with the vigorous blowjob he’s giving.
When he looks up at Armitage once more, he gives a wink and opens wider to take more of his cock in.
“Oh, uh. It’s my sh-shift! I have to be on t-time,” Techie explains as he hops into his technician overalls, slipping them on right over his casual clothes. Usually he’d try and take a sonic first, but any longer and his supervisor will yell at him.
“I know you w-want to help me, but… People will notice, right? If I get, er, special t-treatment.” Now he’s frantically smoothing down his hair and tying it back with a blue hairband.
“I suppose they might,” he sighed. “But it’s just… I don’t know, whenever you have to go, I feel like there is something wrong. Will you stop by after work? I would love to perhaps share a glass of some sort of liquor?”
“Sure!” Techie grins. He won’t tell Armitage just yet that he doesn’t drink. That’s sure to be a heavy conversation. “I’ll comm you wh-when I get done,” he says, picking up his toolbelt and giving Hux a sideways, one-armed hug. There’s real affection in his eyes.
Hux smiled and watched him go. That same evening, after their shifts were both done, he was waiting for his brother in his own chambers, already sipping the best bottle of whisky he could find, and looking forward to spending some time with his dear brother.
Freshly cleaned and well-groomed, Techie put in the access code to Hux’s room and met him at the table once the door slid open. “Armie,” he smiles in greeting before sitting down across from his brother. It feels comfortable to be here. With him.
“You got s-started already,” Techie says, eyeing the glasses and bottle of whiskey.
“I hope you don’t mind?” Hux smiled and opened the bottle for Techie. “I do hope you enjoy whiskey? It’s honestly one of the better ones you can get in these parts of the galaxy. Nothing but the best for you.”
“Th-thank you,” Techie says sincerely, though his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He takes a glass and cautiously fills it with the (expensive) whiskey, making no move to drink it. “Where did you g-get it from?”
“I get it shipped with other food,” he smiled. “A privilege of being a general. If you ever need something, I will be happy to get it for you. You know, small creature comforts at the very least.”
Techie was touched. “I d-don’t really need anything, Armitage. Really. But thanks…” His eyes never left the whiskey, watching warily as though it would jump up and drown him.
“Um, I. I don’t drink,” Techie admits, slowly. “Not anym-more.” He hadn’t wanted to taint this peaceful get-together with another one of his sob stories, but there was no way out of it. If he so much as sniffed the glass he’d throw up.
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“C-Cower and cry, probably.” Techie smiles apologetically. Those were always his first instincts. He puffs out his chest a little, to make himself seem bigger and tougher than he actually is. “Let’s try it, th-though. Punch me!”
He hopes Kylo will be gentle and slow… Techie’s reflexes are rusty. It’s been a while since he had to dodge a fist.
Kylo offered Techie a warm, encouraging smile and shook his head. “I am not going to punch you before you know how to best react,” he laughed. “Running away would work, I think, but I don’t recommend cowering and crying. If someone wants to hurt you, it will simply make it easier for them.” He stretched and walked up to Techie.
“Maybe you can try to punch me? I assure you I will block it, and you may see how that looks.”
“Okay.” Don’t screw this up, Me. Techie nods, determined. Once, twice; his fists tense and relax at his sides before the left one shoots forward to hit Kylo’s stomach. The angle is a little off, perhaps too curved. It’s too late to fix it.
Kylo smiled as he saw it, blocked the hit and grabbed the arm, pulling Techie closer and placing his own palm on his stomach.
“This is where I would punch you,” he explained, quite close to that lovely pale face. “Did you catch what I did? Or do you want me to show you step by step?”
“I think I’ve g-got it, but a demo wouldn’t hurt…”
There was one good thing about his eyes: they could follow movements -even quick ones- like nobody’s business. He’d seen Kylo’s block coming. The problem was getting himself to react fast enough to evade.
“Sure,” he said and moved away. He took Techie’s hand and slowly repeated his moves.
“See? Just like this, just much faster. Do you want to practice? Slowly?”
Techie nodded. “Sounds good.” He returned to his earlier position, fists up and expectant. Every time Kylo touched him, his chest felt tight and full of heat. A man could get addicted.
“Well hello, Billiam,” Kess beamed, pulling over a chair and sitting across from him at his workbench, “How are you?”
“B-Billiam?” Techie couldn’t stop the helpless laugh that slipped past his lips. That nickname was a first! He took in the woman’s appearance and scrunched up his brows in thought once the giggles dissolved. Hardly anyone approached him unless they knew Matt or wanted him to do their shift. She didn’t look like a tech, at least. “Are you… Matt’s f-friend?” Putting his toolbox aside to clear space on the workbench for her, Techie gave her a small, lopsided smile.
“Yeah, I know Mattie,” She replied with a chuckle, her eyes meeting his. She studied his gaze with admiration. She heard rumors about suffering he endured, and it was only confirmed by the technology in his stare. Techie had been through hell, and here he was giggling at her nickname for him. She liked that about him.
“You have a nice laugh, it compliments your smile.” Kess offered a smile of her own. “Hey, I was wondering if you could help me with my datapad. …Not that I came here just for that by the way. I had to meet you! Matt says you’re very sweet.”
Techie turned as red as his hair. Obviously, he can’t hide his emotions very well. His face gives him away each and every time. “He’s exaggerat-ting, that’s for sure… but okay! L-Let me take a look at it.”
Once he realizes that she has yet to introduce herself, Techie asks shyly, “Um, wh-what’s your name? Matt talks about a “K-Kess” a lot. Is that you?“
“My name gets around, I’m just glad you’ve heart the positive connotations with it,” she replied with a wink, “I am the legendary Kess.”
There was something genuine about Techie that she found to be so rare in people these days. She slid over her datapad and began fixing the laces on one of her boots.“Are you all self-taught?” she asked, gesturing to him working away on her datapad. She was impressed– he knew his way around technology the same way she knew her way around the shadiest trade posts. They were both an artist at their craft, and she could respect that about him. She thought for a moment, thinking about the crate of semi-functional datapads back on her ship. If Techie was as good as she heard, she could be raking in credits for them both.
“Techster, can I ask you something? Do you enjoy working on things like this? Do you like being a ‘fixer’ for everyone?”
Techie only briefly glanced up from his work. He had the pad opened to the locked developer settings and flicked his fingers back and forth quickly, switching between screens like a pro. Because, well… He was one. It took him a minute to unglue his attention from the datapad, and when he became aware of Kess once again, he said, “You didn’t t-tell me what the problem was, but I found and fixed a few glitches. Extended the discharge cycle too.” Techie seemed more comfortable tinkering than talking.
“Oh, uh. Yeah, I’m s-self taught. It’s what I’ve been doing my entire l-life!” Techie smiled in the direction of the datapad as though it were a friend. “Not always of my own free w-will, but I never stopped liking it.”
Even now, the familiar weight of a datapad or the soft click-clack of a keyboard under his flying fingers brought comfort. He would happily repair technology for the rest of his life.
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