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Cold droplets trickled their way down Hux’s neck as he climbed the stairs to his apartment. The grey February rain had been threatening to spill all day and evidently his leaving work had been the final catalyst. Breathing deep Hux unlocked the door to his apartment. Of course he had been the only one working late, it was Valentine’s day and a small part of him was convinced he was the only person in the city without a date.
Shaking the raindrops from his hair Hux slipped from the warmth of his jacket and into the cold emptiness of his home. The light was dim as he slid off his shoes and circled his shoulders, spine crackling. Hux stretched out, head tipping back to stare at the blank whiteness of the ceiling. His skin prickled with goosebumps and Hux sighed to himself. There really wasn’t much for him to do on such a miserable night. He would shower, eat, then sleep. It wasn’t worth even trying to watch television, he’d only be bombarded with grossly cheerful romantic movies and he was not in the mood.
It was bad enough that he’d probably be subjected to tales of Ren’s exploits the instant he saw him at the office tomorrow. The man was freelance, only appearing at the advertising agency when he felt like it, or so it seemed. Yet somehow he still managed to win the approval of Company Director Snoke and insinuate himself as a particular thorn in Hux’s side. It had been months of thinly veiled insults and snide comments before the disaster that was the Starkiller campaign had them actually talking to one another. Conciliatory drinks had somehow turned into an odd sort of friendship and now it seemed Hux couldn’t go a day without running into the younger man.
Hux stepped into the warmth of the shower with a long sigh, he might as well relax tonight. He was certain he’d have to put up with Ren bragging about his date the next day. Hux had mentioned so many times that he wasn’t interested in hearing about Ren’s love life but still he persisted, always trying to get under Hux’s skin. It didn’t help that Hux himself was going through something of a dry spell and Ren’s unnecessarily detailed stories did nothing to help.
Running his soapy hands down his body Hux felt a shiver run through him. He wondered idly how his own night would have gone had he bought into the ridiculous commercialisation that was Valentine’s and gotten himself a date.
Maybe he wouldn’t be showering alone for a start.
Humming to himself Hux’s mind conjured up the image of broad hands circling down his hips and a hard body pressed against his own. Hux’s fingers stroked down the length of his torso, mimicking the man in his fantasy, slowly starting to harden in the close, steamy air. He closed his hand about his cock in a loose grip, slowly stroking the length in lazy, wet slides. Hux imagined himself arching into the man’s rough touch, his fingers trailing up to circle one nipple. His breath hissed out, only adding to the warmth in the enclosed shower as he pictured plush lips descending on his neck, licking down the length of his throat, following the trail of the water. He slid his other hand downwards, rolling his balls in one hand, groping at them the way he imagined his nonexistent date might.
As he leaned his head back under the stream of water, mouth opening in a moan Hux jolted. There was a rattle of keys and the sound of his own door slamming before heavy footsteps paced into the apartment.
You have to be kidding me.
Hux felt his erection wilt in his hand, unable to return to the faceless man of his fantasies when his apartment was being invaded. He rinsed the last of the soap from his hair and grabbed for his robe, voice shrill in irritation.
“Why the fuck are you in my house Ren?! How many times do I have to tell you?!”
Kylo stretched out on the couch, loosening his tie, amusement bubbling in his chest as Hux stormed into the living room, dripping wet and looking entirely unthreatening in his green bathrobe.
“Date didn’t work out,” he said with a shrug, “and I’m not going back to my place, Poe’s cooking dinner for his boyfriend and I wasn’t about to crash their evening.”
“So you thought you’d come disturb me instead?” Hux’s tone was acerbic, his face flushed. “I was in the bloody shower! You couldn’t have knocked?”
Kylo could feel the smile spreading across his face; getting Hux riled up was always so easy, and yet in the office he was calm and collected, almost emotionless. Even when the Starkiller failure had threatened to collapse the company Hux had remained stoic. It was amazing to see the transformation that a little light teasing could bring.
Hux’s hands were balled into fists at his sides and frustration radiated from every line of his body. His cheeks glowed, the blush spreading down his neck and underneath the fluffy robe. Kylo blinked, this was unusual, in general it was Hux’s ears that turned scarlet with rage, in fact if it weren’t for the scowl on his face he would have said that Hux looked almost aroused.
Suddenly it clicked and Kylo’s mouth fell open, “Oh! You were getting yourself off in there, weren’t you?” He jerked his thumb in the direction of the door “I can go away and come back in five minutes if you want to finish up.”
“Five min- I just- I don’t- What does it matter what I was doing? Why are you here!?” Hux’s face was almost puce now and Kylo felt a faint stir of guilt. Hux was pacing, voice raising, “Oh no, of course Hux will be home. It’s not like he has any plans!” He collapsed onto the couch in a slump and Kylo shifted, biting at his lip.
“I just needed a place to crash and I thought you might like the company.” Kylo nudged Hux with his elbow, “Don’t you want to hear about my terrible date?”
Hux gave a wan smile, “Well… maybe.” He leaned back into the cushions, “It might make me feel better.”
“Okay, picture the scene. I’m sitting there looking like,” Ren gestured down his body, “well, this.” He smirked and Hux rolled his eyes. “And I’m meeting this guy Brian from the gym, we’ve talked a bit and he seemed nice,” he shook his head, a crease forming between his eyebrows, “Oh god was I wrong. The guy shows up almost a half hour late, which I’d maybe have overlooked if he hadn’t been drunk off his ass.”
Hux blinked, “Seriously?”
“Oh yeah, you could smell it. So I thought ‘hey, maybe he’s just nervous’. You know, still trying to look on the bright side, and that was fine, he seemed to relax a bit.” Kylo shifted to face Hux, eyes growing wider as he continued, “We got to talking and I think I mentioned something about an ex-girlfriend and the guy goes silent.”
Raising an eyebrow in confusion Hux tilted his head, waiting for Ren to keep talking. He was visibly agitated now, hands gesturing wildly as he spoke.
“And Brian, he turns and says to me ‘Good thing you got over that phase and realised you were gay then, it’d be such a waste otherwise’. Honestly Hux, you should have seen the look on his face, I almost hit him right there.” Hux just nodded as Ren’s voice started to rise.
“I explained that no, I’m not ‘over that phase’, I’m thirty fucking years old and I know exactly who I am. I’m a bisexual guy who is rapidly tiring of this date. And you know what he says to me? ‘I bet you voted for Organa’.”
Ren’s fingers gripped into the soft couch cushions, “So that’s when I told him the date was over, nevermind that he’d already downed another two drinks before we’d even ordered.”
“Rightly so.” Hux said, “No wonder you came over.”
“Oh I’m not finished! He tried to follow me out. Told me I was ‘making a scene’. He actually tried to grab me by the arm,” Ren shrugged, “Of course by that point he was so drunk that he missed completely and fell face first into the lobster tank. I didn’t stay to help. The last thing I heard was him shouting that a lobster had him by the thumb and someone else calling for the manager.”
Amusement rippled up through Hux’s body and he gave a short laugh. “Maybe it’s for the best that I didn’t have a date tonight.”
Kylo shrugged, relieved to see some of the tension drained from Hux’s body, “Wanna order Chinese or something? My treat.”
“I should hope so, considering you broke in here.”
“I didn’t break in, I’ve got a key!” Kylo protested, conveniently leaving out the fact that Hux hadn’t actually given him the key. He’d just forgotten to give it back after the last time Hux had been on vacation and asked him to collect his mail.
Hux just sniffed, looking down his nose at him. “I’ll get the spare blanket out if you’re planning on staying here then.”
Kylo nodded, “Sure, if you don’t mind.”
“As if I could stop you anyway.”
They ate in companionable silence, picking holes on one of the inane rom-coms that plagued almost every tv station and before Hux knew it he was half asleep, yawning into a throw pillow. Ren had already stretched out, taking up far too much of the couch, large as it was. He was wrapped cocoon-like in Hux’s blanket in just his underwear, eyes drooping, most of his fancy suit now scattered across the floor.
Hux shifted awkwardly, trying not to disturb Ren too much as he switched off the tv, robe sliding up to expose his thigh when he tried to maneuver around Ren’s bulk. The pale glare of his skin stood out in the dim light and Hux gasped when he heard Ren’s voice rumble out of the dark. The tone was lower than usual and silky smooth, the type of voice that melted Hux from the inside out.
“You know I could always come to bed with you. Finish what you started earlier.”
Warmth spread through Hux as a large hand brushed up his leg, setting his skin aflame. Ren’s eyes were just visible, faintly glimmering in the reflected light of the city outside.
“What are you saying Ren?” His voice was low, barely a whisper.
“I could make you feel good Hux. Release a little tension. God knows you need it,” Ren said, “We could help each other out, nothing serious.”
Hux pulled back from the touch, heart hammering so hard he could feel it in his mouth, he turned for his room, stumbling a little, only to stop and glance back. Ren was leaning on one arm, the blanket falling to expose broad shoulders peppered with moles. His eyes glimmered almost dangerously in the dark, his hair cascading down like a halo made of shadow. Hux’s mouth was open before he realised it, words spilling out.
“I’ll think about it.”