“Well, we work together and he never offered to ease my stress. I suppose when we work together, we must butt heads,” he frowned. “So he is… helping you? Really? I never expected this sort of behavior of him…”
Techie’s pupils dilate with a loud whirr and a cherry-color flush rises on his cheeks. “So that’s n-not something he’d normally do? Do you think that means he…” He swallows hard and continues in a squeak, “L-Likes me too?”
Techie’s gaze darts across the room like he’s scanning for cameras or listening devices. After a pregnant pause, he whispers, “Armitage, I… I like men.” He swallows dryly and clutches at the hem of his oversized yellow sleeves.
All in one rushed, breathless gasp, Techie blurts, “I’m s-sorry! I don’t know h-how the First Order feels in th-these matters-! B-but I’ll keep it quiet if y-y-you w-want me to! I swear! Or I can l-leave if that’s not okay!” His voice is high and desperate as he frantically reaches for Hux, seeking his touch in reassurance.
“It’s- um…” Techie bites his bottom lip and shifts his weight from side to side. This part might be even harder than coming out.
What if Armitage disapproves? He doesn’t think he could handle that! Only recently has he let himself hold some hope in his heart, to let himself dream.
And most of his daydreams are about…
“Kylo Ren.”
“It was a good thing that Hux wasn’t drinking or he would have spit out the drink in surprise. He must have misheard it, right? The shock on his face was evident.
“Kylo Ren?” As if repeating the name would change it. “How? Why? Doesn’t he drive you insane?” Was there a side to that buffoon that Hux didn’t know?
Techie looks surprised as well. “Insane? N-no, not at all! He’s been nothing but a gentleman, and, um, Commander Ren has even been helping m-me with my anxiety!”
Did he not act the same with Armitage? “Is he, uh, n-not nice to you?”
Techie’s gaze darts across the room like he’s scanning for cameras or listening devices. After a pregnant pause, he whispers, “Armitage, I… I like men.” He swallows dryly and clutches at the hem of his oversized yellow sleeves.
All in one rushed, breathless gasp, Techie blurts, “I’m s-sorry! I don’t know h-how the First Order feels in th-these matters-! B-but I’ll keep it quiet if y-y-you w-want me to! I swear! Or I can l-leave if that’s not okay!” His voice is high and desperate as he frantically reaches for Hux, seeking his touch in reassurance.
“It’s- um…” Techie bites his bottom lip and shifts his weight from side to side. This part might be even harder than coming out.
What if Armitage disapproves? He doesn’t think he could handle that! Only recently has he let himself hold some hope in his heart, to let himself dream.
And most of his daydreams are about…
“Kylo Ren.”
Techie’s gaze darts across the room like he’s scanning for cameras or listening devices. After a pregnant pause, he whispers, “Armitage, I… I like men.” He swallows dryly and clutches at the hem of his oversized yellow sleeves.
All in one rushed, breathless gasp, Techie blurts, “I’m s-sorry! I don’t know h-how the First Order feels in th-these matters-! B-but I’ll keep it quiet if y-y-you w-want me to! I swear! Or I can l-leave if that’s not okay!” His voice is high and desperate as he frantically reaches for Hux, seeking his touch in reassurance.
Hux blinked a little at Techie’s confession, trying to understand the problem, and then his brother began panicking, and Hux nearly panicked with him – or rather, for him.
“Hey,” he said and grabbed his forearm, placing his other hand on Techie’s shoulder. “Hey, hey, breathe. This is not an issue. Stats, I thought you’d tell me you are running off to the Resistance or something. But this? So long as the man you like isn’t Luke Skywalker, nobody cares. I promise. You can like whoever you want,” he said and smiled reassuringly.
“In fact, if I wasn’t married to my job, I like men as well. Something we have in common, huh?” When was the last time he even had the time to think about liking anyone? He couldn’t quite recall.
“Was that… An issue where you were before?”
Techie’s eyes widened in shock and he gaped at him, bewildered by the calm response, until he leaned against his brother and pretty much collapsed on him with relief. He had to take a few moments to collect himself and stop his shuddering gasps. “Really? We’re… the s-same?” This perks him up considerably, and he latches onto Hux in a tight hug.
“MaMa was pos-s-sessive of m-me. If I looked at any boys, she’d hurt me. The other t-techs made fun of me too. I thought m-maybe… I hoped it wouldn’t be the same, h-here.” Techie wipes at his wet eyes and gives a shaky laugh. “I’m so relieved!” He aches to ask who Hux had liked before, if anyone, and to tell him who he likes too.
Hux smiled and rubbed his brother’s back. “Well, she can no longer hurt anyone, if that helps. And nobody will give you grief over that here. We’re not monsters, after all. And if you meet anyone you like, you can always tell me, with no fear of retribution or anything like that, okay? We’re brothers, after all.”
Physical contact always broke Techie out into a cold sweat. In his eyes, every person could be a threat. But, more and more often, Armitage gave off no warning bells at all. So now Techie could initiate and receive touch from his brother, and, miraculously, feel safe doing it. “Th-thank you, Armie. So, so much!”
“There is someone I like,” Techie whispers, shy. He pulls away from Hux and dries his tears on his sleeve.
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.
“You are the m-most gorgeous, angelic man I’ve ever seen,” he breathes, totally in awe of his lover, as he parts Dopheld’s cheeks and slides in. “Hold on tight to me, l-love.” Techie sucks on the omega’s bottom lip and grasps his ass to help him bounce up and down on his cock.
Mistake gasps loudly and clutches Techie’s shoulders tightly. “K-kriff.. I love you… feels so good!” He pants out.
Techie throws his head back in pleasure, but hits his head against the seat’s headrest. His moan cuts off into a groan, then dissolves into a breathy laugh. “Ouch!”
“You’re addictive,” Techie pants, cock squeezed delightfully hard by Dopheld’s tight, slick ass. “I m-might not… hah- be able to s-stop!”
Spagetti dinner (closed)
Sarah gave a light smile and blushed when techie grabbed the chair for her. “You’re such a gentleman, sweetie pie!” But as they started on their dinner Sarah suddenly got scared, what if something bad happens again? What if someone tries to hurt her boyfriend? She felt tears start to form in her eyes. “Techie…please, please don’t leave me! Stay here, stay with me!” She pleaded through her crying “I don’t want you to get hurt, not again. Please stay! Don’t leave me!”
Taken aback by the sudden shift in the mood, he took her hands from across the table and gave them a gentle squeeze, shifting the tablecloth (and anything on it) towards Sarah. “I’m not g-going anywhere, Sarah,” Techie promised, solemn. Nothing would tear them apart again. “MaMa’s gone. I’m scared all the time but I’m trying to r-realize that I don’t have to be.”
She kisses his large hands. “I love you techie, I love you so much!” She wiped the tears against her arm and sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak out suddenly. I ruined our dinner”
“No, you didn’t,” he reassures her, picking up and kissing the back of her hand. “Maybe this is a good t-time to air out any worries we have.” Techie smiles comfortingly at Sarah, feeling more at peace than he has in quite some time.
She smiled at him. “I’m just scared someone will take you Away from me, I wish I could protect you from everything. You don’t deserve what happened to you. You’re too kind, you’re so good, techie.” She kissed his forehead, where his tattoo is. “I love you, so much”
He leans into her kiss, soft and relaxed. “I love you too, S-Sarah.” Techie cups her cheek and then gives her a gentle but playful pinch.
An emotion flickers quick past his face, too sudden to be analyzed. Hesitantly, he asks, “Did you ever th-think I looked scary? With my tattoos and stuff?” Techie’s almost afraid to hear her answer.
Techie’s gaze darts across the room like he’s scanning for cameras or listening devices. After a pregnant pause, he whispers, “Armitage, I… I like men.” He swallows dryly and clutches at the hem of his oversized yellow sleeves.
All in one rushed, breathless gasp, Techie blurts, “I’m s-sorry! I don’t know h-how the First Order feels in th-these matters-! B-but I’ll keep it quiet if y-y-you w-want me to! I swear! Or I can l-leave if that’s not okay!” His voice is high and desperate as he frantically reaches for Hux, seeking his touch in reassurance.
Hux blinked a little at Techie’s confession, trying to understand the problem, and then his brother began panicking, and Hux nearly panicked with him – or rather, for him.
“Hey,” he said and grabbed his forearm, placing his other hand on Techie’s shoulder. “Hey, hey, breathe. This is not an issue. Stats, I thought you’d tell me you are running off to the Resistance or something. But this? So long as the man you like isn’t Luke Skywalker, nobody cares. I promise. You can like whoever you want,” he said and smiled reassuringly.
“In fact, if I wasn’t married to my job, I like men as well. Something we have in common, huh?” When was the last time he even had the time to think about liking anyone? He couldn’t quite recall.
“Was that… An issue where you were before?”
Techie’s eyes widened in shock and he gaped at him, bewildered by the calm response, until he leaned against his brother and pretty much collapsed on him with relief. He had to take a few moments to collect himself and stop his shuddering gasps. “Really? We’re… the s-same?” This perks him up considerably, and he latches onto Hux in a tight hug.
“MaMa was pos-s-sessive of m-me. If I looked at any boys, she’d hurt me. The other t-techs made fun of me too. I thought m-maybe… I hoped it wouldn’t be the same, h-here.” Techie wipes at his wet eyes and gives a shaky laugh. “I’m so relieved!” He aches to ask who Hux had liked before, if anyone, and to tell him who he likes too.
Spagetti dinner (closed)
Sarah gave a light smile and blushed when techie grabbed the chair for her. “You’re such a gentleman, sweetie pie!” But as they started on their dinner Sarah suddenly got scared, what if something bad happens again? What if someone tries to hurt her boyfriend? She felt tears start to form in her eyes. “Techie…please, please don’t leave me! Stay here, stay with me!” She pleaded through her crying “I don’t want you to get hurt, not again. Please stay! Don’t leave me!”
Taken aback by the sudden shift in the mood, he took her hands from across the table and gave them a gentle squeeze, shifting the tablecloth (and anything on it) towards Sarah. “I’m not g-going anywhere, Sarah,” Techie promised, solemn. Nothing would tear them apart again. “MaMa’s gone. I’m scared all the time but I’m trying to r-realize that I don’t have to be.”
She kisses his large hands. “I love you techie, I love you so much!” She wiped the tears against her arm and sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak out suddenly. I ruined our dinner”
“No, you didn’t,” he reassures her, picking up and kissing the back of her hand. “Maybe this is a good t-time to air out any worries we have.” Techie smiles comfortingly at Sarah, feeling more at peace than he has in quite some time.
Shyly, Techie takes his hand and scoots a little closer to his imposing figure. Then his eyes slip shut, and all that is left is for him to wait. Techie tries to dispel the warm blush over his cheeks from the point where their skin touches, but the entire world feels like it has narrowed to that single point of contact.
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