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Hux’s room was not as sterile as Kylo had imagined. The walls were still beige, but they had decoration. Apparently Hux had a weak spot for abstract relief sculptures. Kylo tilted his head to see if he could find the symbolism in the protruding shapes, but found he would tip himself over before he would find meaning. Kylo turned his attention to the wall shelves. He’d heard of books before, but he’d never actually seen them in real life. Kylo took one off the shelf and looked at its cover. The Art of War definitely seemed appropriate for Hux to have. Kylo put it back. He thought it was weird that Hux would invest in a book when nearly everything in the galaxy had an electronic format. Kylo hadn’t heard of the ornamental value of books. The next shelf held some things Kylo hadn’t heard of at all.
Kylo picked up a box. It appeared to be a black, plastic brick with a stiff paper casing. The casing served as some sort of cover art. Did the brick serve as a vessel for some sort of story? The art feature a man and a woman, their clothing being blown by wind pointed in different directions. The man seemed to be holding a lightsaber, but the blade was obscured by three beams of light. Kylo was distracted by the man, who had his shirt split open and had his chest out in a brazen display. Seemed uncharacteristic of Hux to own softcore pornography, Kylo thought. And…
“What the hell is a Star War?” Kylo asked when Hux emerged from his bath.
“What are you doing in my room?” Hux sighed.
“I thought I’d come see you get dressed.”
Hux snorted. “Suit yourself. I’m afraid it won’t be as much of a show.”
Of course, Hux didn’t take nearly as long to get dressed as Ren would have. Even his most ornate suit didn’t have as many layers as Ren’s. Kylo made good on his intention to watch. Hux figured it was out of pretty spite than actual interest.
“Well?” Hux asked when he was finished. “Am I presentable?”
“I think I found you more so in the nude,” Kylo smirked.
Hux rolled his eyes. “If that’s all you came for, get out. I have things to do.”
“Like what? We’ve lost the pilot. We’ve lost the droid. We have no leads on its location. We can’t advance.”
Hux massaged his temples. “What do you want , Kylo?”
“I...I want to fuck again.”
Hux cast a stony gaze on Kylo. It was bold of Kylo to admit it so bluntly, but boldness would not convince Hux to contend with that awful outfit a second time. Hux refused and made to leave to his duties. Kylo blocked his way.
“You can delegate whatever you need to do to someone else.”
Hux pushed Kylo out of his way. “I’m going to do my job, which was assigned to me by the will of the First Order. If you want to sit around and do nothing, so be it. But if you want me to even entertain the thought of fucking you again, you had better learn to take that get up off yourself.”
Hux left. Kylo sat down to consider Hux’s ultimatum. Then Hux returned.
“If you throw a tantrum in my room, I will kill you and sell your bones to replace everything you break. Those books cost more than a console room each.”
Hux left again. Just for that, Kylo wanted to ruin everything. For once, he restrained himself. Hux wouldn’t want to fuck if he came back to a ruined room. Kylo got up and enabled Hux’s security lock. He doubted anyone would just walk into Hux’s room, but privacy was always a better option for getting undressed. Now, if Kylo could figure out how to get undressed.
Hux had a checklist of things to attend to, and he was going through them faster than he should have. His irritation was quickening his pace. Kylo had been right. The things he had to do could have been posed onto someone lower on the ladder. If not that, Hux didn’t have anything urgent to attend to. Anything that could be done that day, could be done the next. Hux tapped his foot while overseeing something he found he didn’t care for at all. Routine checks were not what Hux wanted to be doing. He didn’t have high command of the First Order’s forces to be running routine.
Hux blew out his breath when he had a moment to himself. He didn’t understand his own frustration. He usually took comfort in routine, but suddenly he craved change. He blamed Kylo for it. That terribly presented offer of sex had Hux bothered, and he hated it. That night after Jakku was supposed to be an isolated incident, something to “celebrate” completing a mission. If he were to have sex with Kylo again, Hux would have limited it to an occasional arrangement. An occasional arrangement did not mean fucking again two days later. Oh, fuck it. Hux didn’t have anything better to do.
Kylo was proud of himself. He had managed to remove his clothing by himself. By the grace of the Force, he was naked. It had taken the longest it ever had for Kylo to get undressed. Using the Force for precision was not his forte. Hux was right: Kylo needed a mid coat that opened in the front. At least, one that did not use buttons. He found out that zippers were easier to undo blind than buttons. He also found out some of his shirts had lopsided zippers. He would kill his seamstress.
For the moment, Kylo lay on Hux’s bed. He didn’t want to seem too eager awaiting Hux’s return, so he had taken another covered brick from Hux’s shelf. Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back was the story of this one. The art was more complicated than the last one. And to Kylo, a little disturbing. That was the Millennium Falcon, right in the middle. Actors were posed in front of it, made up to look like… Kylo Ren furrowed his brow. Why did Hux have this? What was this? Kylo used the Force to bring the first box to him and examined the cover again. No mistaking who the woman was now, and he could guess who the man was. Kylo flipped the box over. More art. Nothing to explain what a Star War was or what the plastic brick was about. Kylo pulled the brick out of its cover. It just repeated Star Wars in white text on its face. There was a flap on the side which, when pushed up, exposed magnetic tape.
Hux’s wall screen turned on. Kylo cursed and covered himself. A man Kylo had never seen before peered from the screen into Hux’s room.
“Who are you?” The man’s dark expression contrasted against his light brown skin.
“Who are you?” Kylo asked.
“I asked you first,” the man pressed.
“I asked you second,” Kylo retorted.
The man rolled his eyes. “Where’s Hux?”
“Not here.”
The man narrowed his eyes. Kylo glared back at him. The strange man leaned back and clicked his tongue.
“You’d better put those tapes back before Hux comes back and tears out the tendons in your wrists.”
The wall screen turned off. Kylo fell onto his back, holding up the “tapes” up with his mind. Nothing made sense. Who was this stranger that had access to Hux’s private comm screen? What the hell were these tapes and why did they have pictures of people Kylo knew all too well? Kylo felt his frustration rising and he wanted to lash out. But looking around, there was nothing he could safely break without reprimand from Hux. Kylo wrapped himself in Hux’s sheets and groaned. He willed Hux to come back soon so they could fuck and Kylo could forget about it.
“What the hell is this?”
Kylo lifted his head from under the sheets. Oh good, Hux had come back. And Kylo had finally gotten himself naked only to present himself wrapped up in Hux’s bedclothes like a beige burrito.
“Are you smelling my sheets?” Hux walked over to take his tapes from Kylo.
“No,” Kylo unwrapped himself. “I….I got cold.”
Hux put his Star Wars tapes back on their wall shelf. Cold, huh? That must have meant Kylo had managed to get naked, by any indication of all the black fabric on Hux’s floor. Even so, Hux wasn’t going to reward Kylo so easily.
“Ok. So what are you doing being cold in my bed.”
Kylo frowned. “The deal was if I got my clothes off by myself, you’d fuck me.”
“I never made a deal to fuck you. I said I might think about fucking you. I might do that, and I might not,” Hux was better at bluffing than Kylo was.
“So I did all this work for nothing?”
“I wouldn’t say that. You were told to do something, and you did it. That itself should be its own reward.”
Kylo growled. His eyes darted around the room to look for something to throw at Hux, preferably his head. It was the same survey as before. Nothing could be sacrificed. The books and tapes were too valuable and the reliefs sculptures were too heavy. Hux would probably die if he took one to the head. Kylo drummed his fingers on his thigh.
“So,” Kylo said, trying to quell his anger. “Let’s make a deal. What will it take to get you to fuck me?”
“Clean the whole base, and I’ll give you a handjob,” Hux said, mostly to see Kylo’s reaction.
Oh, stars. Kylo was considering it. Hux could see the gears whirring as Kylo counted how many levels there were to Starkiller. The answer was many, and Kylo would probably throw a tantrum out of frustration before he finished.
“I clean one level of the base, and you give me a blowjob,” Kylo countered.
So the brat had taken a class in economics and realized the cost outweighed the benefit. Amazing, Hux thought, competence in something.
“I’m rescinding my offer. Calm, down I’m offering another: undress me, and I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.”
Kylo licked his lips. That sounded too easy. “What’s the catch?”
“You have to use your hands.”
Well, Kylo could work without the Force. He climbed off Hux’s bed. Slowly, Kylo walked towards Hux and just as slowly, he undid Hux’s jacket. Kylo knew undressing Hux would be a short task; he had seen Hux get dressed a few hours before. Still, Kylo was wondering if that was it when Hux was just as naked as he was ten minutes later.
“Don’t worry,” Hux walked over to his bed. “We’ll make it more exciting next time.”
Kylo perked up. Next time? So Hux had a third round in mind. Kylo followed Hux to the bed and climbed on top of Hux.
“I’m gonna top this time,” Kylo said.
Hux laughed. In Kylo’s face.
“What makes you think I’m gonna let you?” Hux sneered.
Kylo swallowed. “Because you want to.”
“Because I want to?”
Hux flipped his and Kylo’s positions. “Your mind tricks won’t work on me, Kylo Ren.”
Kylo frowned. He didn’t want to bottom. He was a top, goddamn it. But Hux was the bigger top, he guessed. He certainly seemed to have more experience. Those were the rules for what made you a top, right? That’s what erotic fiction told him.
Hux wondered what to do with Kylo. He remembered Kylo being receptive to bottoming the first time. That had been a really good orgasm too. But Hux doubted simply recreating the experience would have the same yield. He didn’t come back to Kylo to be repetitive.
“Turn on your side,” Hux told Kylo.
Kylo obeyed, once again quieter than Hux expected. Hux briefly left the bed to retrieve condoms and lubricant. When he returned, he lifted up Kylo’s leg and straddled the one still on the bed. Kylo’s lifted leg rested on Hux’s shoulder.
“You look your best like this,” Hux murmured as he poured lubricant onto his hand.
Kylo scowled, but the blush spread across his face and chest betrayed him. Hux took Kylo’s cock and gently worked it to hardness. Kylo’s face still held that inappropriately handsome quality to it. Hux wondered if it would be rude to cover Kylo’s face with a sheet. Maybe he could convince Kylo to redon the mask. Even a blindfold would cover enough of Kylo’s face to remove the odd sense of intimacy Hux got looking at it.
Kylo noticed Hux not looking at him. Did Hux think he was ugly? Kylo ventured into Hux’s mind to find Hux thought Kylo’s face was too handsome. Kylo covered his face to hide his smile. Hux thought he was handsome . How fucking gay.
Hux felt Kylo prodding around in his head. Ren had no subtlety or precision when it came to using the Force. Hux decided not to press it, not when he was about to stick his fingers in Kylo’s ass. He reapplied lube to his hand, rolling it between his fingers. Prepping Kylo took less time than the last. Hux cleaned off his fingers and rolled on a condom.
“Ugh, why do we need that?” Kylo complained. “You’re not bugged, are you?”
Hux sighed. “Can you not be shitty for thirty minutes?”
“Okay! Sorry .”
Hux pushed slowly into Kylo. That got a nice moan out of the brat. Hux took the leg on his shoulder and kissed Kylo’s ankle. He wondered if Kylo was uncomfortable in this position. It wasn’t for beginners. Hux let Kylo’s leg fall to the bed and thrusted harder. Hux leaned over Kylo and pressed his lips against Kylo’s ear.
“You’re a bit of slut, aren’t you?” Hux whispered, nibbling at Kylo’s ear lobe.
Kylo quieted. Hux kissed Kylo’s neck. The marks from the last time had faded a bit. Hux bit at Kylo’s neck and left fresh marks.
“Coming to me two days later, begging me to fuck you again.”
Kylo squirmed under Hux. His blush was getting redder and redder by the second.
“Are you that hungry for cock you’d come crawling back? Disgusting. Repulsive.”
Kylo whined. Hearing Hux talk to him like that made his dick throb . Hux was right; Kylo was a slut. Kylo just didn’t have a lot of opportunity to be a practicing slut. Kylo started to jerk himself off, but Hux slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Hux told him. “You come when I say so.”
Kylo huffed, but he was excited. Hux could be very convincing when he was dirty.
“What are you going to do to me?” Kylo whispered.
“I… Am going to fuck you for my own pleasure. You are my personal fuck toy. I will tear your ass apart until I am completely satisfied.” Hux trailed his fingers down Kylo’s chest and abdomen, ghosting over the skin.
“ Fuck ,” Kylo shuddered and squirmed, trying to thrust into Hux’s hand. “Hux, please.”
“ If you want to come, you’ll have to beg for it,” Hux slapped Ren’s ass. “So you’re off to a good start.”
Kylo’s only response was a loud moan. Hux adjusted his position and began fucking Kylo as hard as possible. Immediately, Kylo began begging for permission to come.
“Really? Already?” Hux teased. “You’re gonna blow your load when I’ve barely started fucking you?”
“Yes. Please. I’m sorry,” Kylo panted. “Hux, please . Let me, please let me come.”
Hux let Kylo beg for a bit longer. If Hux had an accurate gauge on Kylo’s experience, he knew Kylo would not be able to control his orgasm. Hux focused on getting himself off. He’d see what would happen if Kylo came without “permission”. And he wouldn’t make it easy for Kylo. Hux pinched and twisted Kylo’s nipples, simultaneously leaving hickey after hickey on as much skin Hux could put his mouth on. Kylo’s begging became less and less coherent, eventually devolving into panting blubbering. Hux savored every sound that came out of Kylo.
Kylo gave warning that he was about to come, but Hux ignored him. Hux watched as Kylo came, an expectedly dramatic affair. Kylo began to apologize, but Hux shushed him. Hux untangled himself from Kylo, wondering what the hell just happened. Things had gotten a lot more intense than he had intended. Now, Hux felt as if he were floating in a fog. Kylo was trying to say something, probably another apology.
“Do you think you should be punished for this?” Hux asked, snappier than he expected. “Or do you think because you were told to do something and you didn’t do it, that is punishment enough?”
Kylo didn’t answer. Hux sighed and turned to look at Kylo. Instantly, Kylo looked away and became fidgety.
“I could...suck you off,” Kylo offered. “Since you didn’t finish.”
“I think that would be more reward than a punishment for you.” Hux propped himself up on his side. “Besides my cock’s just been in your ass. That’s revolting, even for you.”
Now it was Kylo’s turn to sigh. He just wanted to prove he wasn’t underperforming. He hadn’t really gotten a chance last time, and now Hux wasn’t giving him a chance. Why did that bastard always have to make everything so difficult?
“If you put another condom on, wouldn’t it be fine?” Kylo asked quietly
Well, that was reasonable. Hux got up to retrieve another condom and some flavored lubricant. He suspected Ren wasn’t overly fond of the taste of latex. Kylo wouldn’t have minded, but the sweetness definitely helped. Sucking dick was not as easy as Kylo thought. He worried his technique was clumsy. Hux wasn’t making any criticisms, so Kylo continued with marginally boosted confidence.
Hux was refraining from criticism. Kylo’s technique was indeed clumsy, but Hux was running out of energy to be mean. Besides, Kylo was doing a good enough job. Hux combed his fingers through Kylo’s hair and instantly regretted it. Kylo’s hair was drowned in some sort of greasy product. Hux grimaced. Now he had two overly slick hands. Next time he would wear gloves. Well, both his hands were ruined, so Hux gripped two fistfuls of Kylo’s hair and pressed Kylo down.
“Hurry up,” Hux whined, lifting his hips up into Kylo’s face.
Kylo panicked. He didn’t think he had a time limit to giving someone head. This meant Hux was trying to get rid of him. Kylo began sucking with a little more fervor. He could sense Hux almost ready to come. Kylo sucked Hux’s dick as if his life depended on it.
Hux’s orgasm was nice. It wasn’t fireworks, but it was still satisfying. He still felt weird but his mind had cleared up enough to understand why. He hadn’t properly prepared himself mentally for this lay with Kylo, and now Hux was in a bad bout of top drop. Hux groaned as he pushed Kylo and got off the bed. He need a bath, or a hot shower at least.
Kylo bite his lip as he watched Hux disappear into the bathroom. Hux hadn’t said anything before leaving, and Kylo didn’t know if Hux expected him to leave. Even if Hux did, there was no way Kylo could leave by the time Hux got out of his shower. Getting out of his suit was one thing, but putting it back on was another. Besides, Kylo really needed a shower.
Hux sat soaking in a rose oil bath. The aromatherapy was helping with his state of mind, but he could feel Kylo poking around in his mind. Kylo Ren could use the Force with all the finesse of a newborn with a hammer.
“Kylo Ren, get in here,” Hux called loudly. He was in absolutely no mood to play mind games.
Kylo entered the bathroom sheepishly. He stood in the doorway, avoiding eye contact.
“What do you want?” Hux asked wearily. “Help with your clothes?”
Kylo bit his lip. “Can I use your shower?”
Hux stared emotionlessly at Ren. Then he jerked his chin, allowing Ren into his bath. Kylo climbed into the bath, refraining from trying to cuddle up to Hux. Surely, that would have gotten him kicked right out.
“You never told me what a Star War is,” Kylo murmured.
“Star Wars ,” Hux corrected. “It's a six part documentary on the Galactic Civil War. Heavily criticized for being low budget and presenting the war as an action movie instead of the usual documentary format. It is now a cult classic for its entertainment value, and reportedly being the most accurate representation of the war.”
“What are those boxes they come in?”
“Those are VHS tapes. An absolute relic of a digital recording format. The director, who goes under the code name Space George Lucas, took removed all digital formats of his films from galactic space after receiving criticism and released his films on vhs tapes. It took years before anyone discovered how to convert the film from vhs tapes back into a digital form.”
“Ok. So why do you have them?”
“History is often times circular. Studying the failings of the Galactic Empire will save the First Order from doing the same.”
“And you need a shirtless Luke Skywalker to study the war.”
“...I wasn’t in charge of the art direction, Ren.”
Kylo quieted. Hux had taken a tone with him, and now Kylo felt like a scolded child. Kylo picked at his nails under the water.
“How do you watch the films if they’re on an outdated video format?” Kylo asked, still focused on his fingers.
“Oh, the tape set was just a gift. I have digital recordings on my computer.”
Hux activated the voice command for the wall screen in his bathroom. He, being a Star Wars fan, told the computer to start playing episode four of Star Wars. Kylo Ren, having never seen a Star War in his life, didn’t understand why start with episode four.
“Well, it was the first part Space George Lucas produced,” Hux explained. “He released episodes four, five, and six as an original three part. After receiving criticism for some questionable storytelling decisions in part six, Lucas released a three part exposé on the origins of Darth Vader.”
Kylo perked up at the mention of his grandfather. “The origins of Vader?”
“Yes. It was… It was awful.”
Kylo frowned. “It couldn’t have been that bad.”
Hux sighed dismissively and got out of the tub. “It was, but you can find out another day. Stay in the bath and watch the film if you like. There's a panel in the wall that will reheat the water, turn on jets, whatever you want. I have to go and do my job again. Oh, and clean off the mess you made in my sheets, I suppose. Hmmm, I think I’ll just burn them.”
Hux realized he was thinking out loud. Loathe to keep his tongue loose in front of Kylo, Hux quieted himself and left the bathroom. Kylo watched, suddenly feeling very lonely when Hux was gone. He suppressed that feeling, and focused on watching the film Hux apparently was fond of. Kylo could hardly think Hux was fond of anything, but there must be something to Space George Lucas’ work that made Hux favor it over any other documentary covering the Galactic Civil War.
Kylo fiddled with the wall panel, reheating the water and turning on the jets. There was even a little dispensary of bath oils and gels. Kylo experimented with a bath gel and was nearly delighted when the jets turned it into bubbles. Kylo sat back in the tub with a wide grin. General Hux takes bubble baths, holy shit .
General Hux wasn’t thinking about bubble baths. He was thinking about the fact he’s slept with Kylo Ren again, while overseeing the final construction details of Starkiller’s weapon. This was the last scenario he had in his mind when he was first introduced to the sith lord. Now, he had practically run into Ren’s arms today. Hux ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t explain it to himself, let alone anyone else who might question him about it if they found out. Phasma had eyes and ears everywhere. Hux was an atheist, but he prayed she wouldn’t come speak to him ever again.
Hux returned to his quarters and found Kylo Ren’s clothes still on his floor. Ren himself couldn’t be seen in the room. He wasn’t even wrapped in Hux’s sheets, which were still messy from earlier. Hux would really have to burn them now. He entered his bathroom. Ren was in the tub, watching what appeared to be a scene from The Empire Strikes Back.
“Have you just been sitting in my bath for three hours?” Hux leaned on the doorway of his bathroom.
“.....yyyyeeessss???” Kylo hadn’t realized all the time that had gone by.
“Alright,” Hux nodded. “Get out. You’ve more than overstayed your welcome.”
Kylo hunched up his shoulders. He’d been worried about getting kicked out and now he’d practically forced Hux into it. This was his own fault, so Kylo didn’t argue against it. He had no idea how he was gonna redress in time before Hux became impatient. At least his pants could be put on by himself. He’d carry his shoes out. His sleeves weren’t essential, but he’d like to have his tunic because his shirt was itchy. His coats were also irritating to his skin, but he didn’t have room to complain. He put on his top coat and bundled the mrest of his tops into a ball to carry. Kylo turned to face Hux, but hesitated. Was a goodbye appropriate?
“What are you waiting for? A kiss goodbye?” Hux sneered. “Not from me, you’re not.”
Well, it seemed not. Kylo put his mask on, picked up his shoes, and walked out with a bundle of clothes under his arm. He knew he must have looked a sight, but he also knew presence was everything. He walked with his head held high and with determination in his stride. Anyone who was in his way quickly got out of it, even if they have him looks out of the corner of their eyes. It didn’t matter, he couldn’t see them making faces through his mask. He could hear one soldier tell him “congratulations, sir”, so that made Kylo feel a little bit better about walking barefoot through Starkiller.
Kylo flopped onto his bed face down when he got to his room. Today was a basket of mixed feelings. On the plus side, Hux slept with him again. On the down side, Hux seemed to hate him even more now. What a confusing man. And what confused Kylo the most is that he wanted Hux to like him. It was an unrealistic want, and it pained Kylo to know it. He swallowed the feeling and began to meditate. He would have to clear his mind of Hux. Problem was, Kylo was meditating on his bed at the end of the day during which he had sex and a very long bath. Very soon, Kylo wasn’t meditating: he was asleep. He was dreaming, which didn’t happen very often. Hux creeped back into Kylo’s mind. Kylo had a long restful night.