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lenina-phasma:

techiehux:

techiehux:

The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.

Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.

Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.

Shit! 

He slumps back down onto the bed, lips curling downwards. “He’s my twin,” Techie grumbles. “You’ve p-probably confiscated my phone, right? Armitage is m-my emergency contact.”

“No, we didn’t confiscate it. I hate to say this but… Armitage is dead now. He was trying to start an uprising, but they came for him. I tried to save him, but they took him anyway.”

Techie’s eyes go wide. “No… N-no! Shit!” He dissolves into silent sobs, head buried in his hands. Hux was a shitty brother but he was all Techie had, and now he was just… Gone. And Techie hadn’t even known.

Techie had been missing for a few days. He wouldn’t answer his comm at all, and he’d called out of work.

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ask-matttheradartechnician:

techiehux:

ask-matttheradartechnician:

It was odd that he hadn’t seen techie for days. If there was something wrong Techie would tell him so the fact that he had called out but still had t told him any reason for it left matt worried that something was wrong. He let his concerns be pushed away until it had been at least four days without seeing his best friend. At this point he knew something was up and he needed to check on techie.

Matt stopped when he came to rest in front of techies quater door. He knew the ginger was in there because he could hear him moving around. He knocked for a while but there was no answer but still he could hear movement.
“ I’m coming in.” He said
He input the code techie had given him a while ago. A sharp breath was sucked in as he saw his best friend then the scent hit his nose. Techie was in rut the whole room smelled of it. He wasn’t even aware that the redhead was an alpha but techie didn’t know that matt was an omega. The scent dampening soap may have hidden his scent but did nothing to change how his hormones reacted when presented with an alpha especially one in rut. Against better judgment he stepped fully into techies room shutting the door behind him. He told himself it was so others wouldn’t smell techies rut.

Techie’s sharp inhale of shock doesn’t help the situation. Matt’s own smell is seeping into everything Techie owns; his sheets, his clothes, his heated skin. It’s all too much. The warm hand palming at his cock sends a spark of desperate need up his spine, curved in as it is to make himself smaller.

“Matt, Mattie, oh stars-” His mech eyes whirr and dilate even further until there’s hardly any blue left to his irises, just an inky black void that threatens to suck Matt right in. Techie leans forward and rests his forehead on Matt’s shoulder, burying his nose in the crook of his neck and breathing, kissing. He smells divine, dizzyingly magnetic, and Techie wraps his arms around his best friend’s neck and drags him back onto the bed. 

“You want this, w-with me? You’re sure?” This isn’t normal. Two alphas, together? Was Matt in rut, too? Well… Who was Techie to leave his Mattie in such a state? Stigma be damned. They’d make it work against the odds. 

The lips on his neck made matt gasp head rolling to the side to expose more of the flesh to techie. He knew why he was doing this. He was hoping unconsciously for techie to bite into his bonding gland and claim him. Sometimes he couldn’t fight his biology, his hormones.

“ why wouldn’t I want this? Techie I really like you and right now you smell so good.”

He practically said the words with a desperate whine. Techie was in rut and his body was telling him to let him fuck him, to help satisfy the alphas needs.

“ you need this let me help you.”

He rolled them until Techie was resting on top of him hands wrapping around his neck. Slowly his hips rolled up into techies. It was getting hard to focus with techie so close his scent driving him crazy.

Techie’s heated gasps echoed in the room. He was so close to cumming just from this clumsy fumbling. His feelings for Matt magnified every ounce of pleasure in tandem with the hyper-arousal of his rut, leaving Techie helpless against the hot friction between their erections. With every hip shift, Techie let out a breathy moan until he pressed their foreheads together and said, “Mattie, hah, l-let me…” He breaks off and fumbles with his pants to signal that they should undress before this goes any further.

He’s overheated and horny as hell; Techie can’t survive another instant with this torturous amount of fabric suffocating him. Pulling away further, Techie hurriedly wiggles out of his shirt and pants, exposing his flushed skin and the sweat-drenched boxers that hardly contain his leaking erection.

Coy, he takes Matt’s big hands in his own and guides them onto the hem of his underwear.

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askarmitagehux:

techiehux:

techiehux:

He shakes his head, thinking. “Can I… Can I try first? If all else f-fails, we can bring in the big guns later. I just. This is s-something that I feel like should be done by her family.” It seems less impersonal that way.

“She’s going to l-love us, Armie. Something tells me so,” he says, gazing down fondly at his empty drink as if it held all the answers. “I’m s-sure of it.”

The rest of the evening passed by in peace; the brothers bonded until late and then retired to their own quarters. But Techie’s mind was in overdrive. He made plans, rounded up leads, calculated probabilities until even his mech eyes got tired and he fell asleep, datapad clutched to his chest like a prize.

In the morning, he’d report his modest findings to Hux.

In the morning, Hux was sipping his caf in the mess hall. He didn’t expect his brother to already have anything to report, or even to see him. Instead, he enjoyed the silence before the rest of the officers would shuffle in.

Techie awoke with a start only to realize that today he had the night shift. He could afford to sleep in. As he was about to doze off again, the datapad shifted and an edge poked him right between the ribs. That was enough to bring him back from the brink. Mind hazy, Techie slid off the bed and stretched…

Oh! Hux! That’s right- he needed to speak to him ASAP! A quick glance at the chrono made Techie’s anxiety spike. If he didn’t leave now, Hux would begin work and then be too busy for him until late, and Techie was too excited to leave this for later.

He didn’t bother with eating, dressing, or taking a sonic; Techie ran out of his quarters with the datapad and made a beeline for where he knew Hux usually was right now: The mess hall.

New friends (closed)

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temptedbythelight:

techiehux:

temptedbythelight:

techiehux:

Techie wipes sweat from his forehead and tilts his head down, coy, other hand on the back of his neck. “While I’m t-totally sincere, h-have you considered that I’m aiming for another kiss with my, er, flattery?”

“I… No, it didn’t occur to me,” he said, surprised, and then leaned forward to kiss him lightly, almost shyly.

Feeling positively euphoric, like he’s on cloud nine, Techie sighs into the kiss and presses their chests flush together. His lips are a little chapped, but they brush over Kylo’s so very softly.

Techie’s enthusiasm made KYlo feel warm all over. He pulled the boy close, pressing them both close together, and deepened the kiss. He felt dizzy. It was the first time anyone made him feel this good and this vulnerable all at once.

He could definitely do this for the rest of his life. But they really shouldn’t be making out here in the open, where anyone can walk in. Reluctant, Techie is the first to pull away and he rests his forehead on Kylo’s broad shoulder, breath coming in a little heavier than usual.

Um. So. Remember that time you dropped your glasses in my room? Did you see… what was under the bed?

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ask-matttheradartechnician:

“Oh I’m ah kriff ah um shit…” there was no need pretending matt knew techie knew that he had gotten a hard on.
“ your box of um dildos?”

He crouched by the side of the bed and shimmied under the frame, ass in the air as Techie grabbed the box. When he pulled it out, hair in disarray, Techie sat next to Matt and caressed the smooth top of the chest with his calloused fingertips. Deep breaths. Just show them to him. No big deal!

“H-Here’s my favorite,” Techie says, so embarrassed he could die but also fucking excited, pulling out a gigantic dildo. It’s veiny, ridged, and most definitely not human. The pointed tip is a cherry red that grows a dark grey as it reaches the base and balls. He tilts his head, shy, hair curtaining over his face as he asks, nervous, “W-Wanna hold it, Mattie?”

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kylocanyounot:

techiehux:

When Techie awakes, he’s got his arm turned at an uncomfortable angle under Kylo’s waist and he feels that horrible ant-swarm feeling as the blood comes rushing back to his hand. He sits up and stretches before carding a hand through Kylo’s gorgeous, thick hair. “Morning,” he grins. There’s dried cum on the both of them but he’s too smitten to care. 

Kylo opens his eyes but he clearly hadn’t been fully asleep. “Morning, sunshine,” he grins lazily. He nuzzles at Techie neck while he’s close and kisses his jaw. He laughs. “We smell like sex, babe. Not that I hate it, it’s just…not recommended today.” He kisses him again on the forehead.

He pulls away, and pushes off the bed. “I’ll get the water hot. Join me? Or would you rather shower alone? We don’t have to fool around unless you’re up for it.”

As if they hadn’t just been achingly intimate last night, Techie’s cheeks color and he sits up, running a hand through his tangled, sleep-mussed hair. “F-Fooling around is always fine b-by me,” he says, grinning, while sliding off the edge of the bed, still totally naked. With a quiet clank coming from each eye, Techie blinks a few times to get his cybernetics calibrated once again.

“I think the s-sex was so good it rattled my, um, ah- s-sockets a little…”

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“Good, Armie, holy shit, it’s g-good!” Techie tries to clench around his brother’s fingers to pull him in deeper, but his hole flutters uselessly, too loose. He craves Hux’s hot, heavy dick; stretching him, filling him up totally, completely. 

When Hux’s fingers brush Techie’s sensitive spot, his thighs tremble and try to draw together. His entire body tenses like a string and words fail Techie’s overheated mind. Desperately, he wants to encourage Hux, beg him to fuck him already, but all the comes out are wanton moans. Techie wiggles his hips back to coax his brother’s magic fingers back onto his prostrate before he whines and sobs for more. 

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| techiehux

techiehux:

The party was in full swing. Techie wasn’t the type of person to enjoy close-quarter dancing with strangers in a place with music so loud it made even his implants ache, but his dealer set up the meeting spot in this shady nightclub and Techie was already too jittery; he wanted to get his stuff and get the hell out.

Everything went on without a hitch. Techie held the baggy with white powder and a syringe taped under his loose yellow t-shirt, scurrying out of the club before he was discovered. He was sweating bullets, aching for his fix after so long without it. Money was tight, but Techie could afford it if he got on his knees a few times a week.

Two minutes from his tiny apartment, Techie’s bladder complained until he was forced to stop at a gas station for relief. Fuck it, he thinks to himself, near hysterics. He’ll shoot up right here, right now. It’s only a single stall bathroom, anyway. Nobody else can get in. In his rush, Techie leaves the door unlocked and is surprised with the syringe plunged deep into his vein by a tall, muscular woman with short blonde hair.

Shit! 

He slumps back down onto the bed, lips curling downwards. “He’s my twin,” Techie grumbles. “You’ve p-probably confiscated my phone, right? Armitage is m-my emergency contact.”

Hi, Mattie… There’s something I want to ask you.

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ask-matttheradartechnician:

Matt looked up from the thing he had been working on.
“ sure techie you can ask me anything. You know that.”

Techie nods his head and tangles their fingers together. “I like that idea, Mattie! We c-can decide on a holofilm when we get there,” he says, leaning his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder as he gently tugs him along. 

It’s the start of something amazing for the both of them, Techie has no doubt.Â