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Hux is drunk and sore. He isn’t happy, because he never is, but he’s satisfied.
He’s bringing someone back to his motel. It is a man who looks nothing like Ren, by choice. He has golden skin and buzzed short hair. His eyes are blue and very shallow. He talks a lot but doesn’t expect a response so Hux lets him drone. He keeps stopping them on their walk to kiss Hux, which admittedly, Hux likes but he’s getting impatient.
Ren has been missing all day and Hux wants to keep it that way. Perhaps he finally left the planet but Hux doesn’t want to take chances. He wants to be fucked now. He prepped himself before leaving this time. He was liberal with his lubrication and stoic in his technique. He didn’t allow himself to come as he’s been longing to do that with a cock inside him. He didn’t use the dildo because he didn’t like that Ren touched it, so he used his fingers. Being ambitious, he used four fingers. It can’t be for naught.
The man, who is called Zimmer or Zemmir, tries to hold Hux’s hand and Hux yanks it free. Fortunately, they have reached the motel and Hux leads the man up the stairs. He swipes them in and the room is just how he left it. Intentionally messy so he could see if Ren had entered. He hadn’t. Hopefully.
Hux doesn’t have a moment for relief before the man is kissing him. He allows it this time. He really does like kissing. It’s useless and a little uncouth but it makes Hux hard every time.
‘You want my cock?’ the man purrs against his mouth.
It’s ridiculous but Hux plays along and says, ‘Yes, of course.’
They kiss some more and the man says more nonsense in between the kisses. Hux tunes it out. He scans the room again, making sure there are no signs of Ren. It’s grim how much he’s thinking of Ren.
The man begins pushing on Hux’s shoulders and Hux’s attention returns to him. Judging by his filthy talk, he expects Hux to suck his cock. Hux is tired of blowjobs, giving or receiving. He wants sex. It’s all he’s wanted this entire trip and it hasn’t happened yet.
‘Never mind that,’ Hux says, turning for the bed. ‘Let’s go now.’
The man turns him back. ‘You need to suck it first.’
Hux snorts at that. ‘I told you before we left, I have only one thing I want.’ Because he can’t help himself, he says, ‘The kissing was already pushing it.’
The man, Zimmer or Zemmir, is big and strong because Hux likes big and strong men. He’s just shy of Hux’s height but he is well-proportioned for this bulky stature, and he rises up and puffs out his chest. Is this intimidation? How quaint. ‘You said you want it rough. So we do it my way.’
‘I said I wanted rough sex, not an entire game of cat and mouse.’
He tries again to push on Hux’s shoulders, perhaps expected Hux to be waifish and fragile. And Hux is, compared to his peers in the Order, but his strength is deceptive to a club-goer like Zimmer or Zemmir, who are looking for weak, pretty men. Hux does find this a little thrilling. He has his vibroblade up his sleeve in case things go wrong but he’ll put up with this pitiful attempt at coercion if it leads to something rough and satisfying.
The man grips Hux’s shoulders harsh enough to bruise and finally shoves Hux to his knees. Hux grunts in surprise, impressed by the commitment, and looks up at this eager, imposing man. Then something happens.
It’s the strangest thing; Ren is all of a sudden there. Hux doesn’t know what door he emerges from. He simply materialises. With a powerful wretch, he throws the man up again the wall hard enough for the room to shudder. The man yelps, and Hux certainly can’t blame him. It’s horrifying. Ren looks like a monster, with his hulking form and blazing eyes. He has no weapon, nor does he need one.
‘How dare you lay your hands on him?’ Ren all but snarls.
Hux scrambles to his feet, worried Ren will tear his playmate in half. ‘You brute, let him go.’ He thumps his fist against Ren’s bicep. Ren doesn’t budge. His large fists tighten in the man’s shirt and his teeth are bared. It’s animalistic and in another setting Hux would find it very attractive. But in this setting he couldn’t be more mortified. ‘Release him!’
The man is babbling once more, this time begging to be set free. All of Hux’s desire for him has vanished but he doesn’t want a murder to entire spoil this trip.
After a few more thumps from Hux, Ren releases the man. Hux shoves Ren aside and attempts to soothe the man. He smooths the front of his shirt. ‘Don’t mind him.’
‘Is that your boyfriend?’ the man asks, already backing up to the door.
‘No, he is my co-worker who thinks he is owed my personal life.’
‘You’re fucking insane.’ Zimmer or Zemmir, flees the motel room before Hux can take a step to follow.
The remaining two men are silent for a minute. Hux stands still in the dingy room while Ren stays by the wall. Hux pours himself some of the wine Ren left, brings the glass to his lips then drops it again. He exhales and once more tries to take a sip. Then stops.
He hurls the glass at Ren.
It misses, of course, and shattered against the peeling wallpaper. Another stain to add to the collection. Ren doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even blink.
‘What is your fucking game?’ Hux asks, voice louder than he’d like, face surely red. Ren makes him angry. All the time—all the fucking time. He deals with it. It’s the military. It’s war (a cold war but still a war). When Ren wants to work well, they work well together. They’re both competent. Hux makes it work. They bicker, they trade jabs. But ultimately, he is civil. He has no choice but to be civil.
He cannot begin to stress to Ren how far this crosses a line. How outrageous this is. He already cannot stand this part of himself—the part that carves contact, that craves something inside of him. He craves bodies, he craves attention; tongues on his skin, hands on his thighs. It’s his secret, it has to stay buried or he’ll never keep it under control.
And here Ren is—intruding, imposing. Obstructing. Getting between Hux and his depraved, yet simple, desires. Like it’s a game to him. Because it fucking is.
‘You need to get out of this room right now.’
Finally, Ren speaks, ‘You can’t make me do that.’
‘Why do you want to stay?’ Hux asks, desperate now for answers. ‘Why do you plague me? You don’t like me. You’ve made it abundantly clear you think I’m inferior.’
‘You are mine.’
Hux checks his jaw hasn’t opened. ‘Are you out of your mind?’
‘Don’t fret. This is not a love confession.’ Ren scoffs at the thought. ‘But you are mine. You are the only one close to my superiority. You are almost entirely void of the Force,’ he concedes, grimacing, ‘but you have great talent and intellect.’
‘You flatter me.’
‘Perhaps a little.’
Hux’s anger is replaced enough by bewilderment for him to think for a moment. He has to concede it makes him a little prideful to hear this. To have such a deadly man to claim him. It’ll never work, of course, and it truly is ridiculous, but there may be benefits here.
‘You say it’s not a love confession. But do you want to fuck me?’
‘If that is what you want.’ Ren fixes him with a hungry look. ‘It’s something I’ve craved for a while now.’
More flattery. And it’s working. Hux is so desperate for a cock inside him at this point that Ren is starting to make sense. ‘Have you been jealous?’
‘I have. But I also know they can’t satisfy you. I can.’
‘Can you?’
‘You want roughness? I can give that.’ Ren shoves Hux back on his knees far easier than the other man could. Now Hux is eyelevel with Ren’s crotch and there’s a terribly large bulge there. Hux is aware of Ren’s impressive package—it’s hard to miss if one has even seen him train. Or even stood close to him.
Because Hux is needy and stupid, he presses his face against Ren’s firm crotch. He moans. It’s degrading but, stars, he’s so horny now. He even kisses the bulge and feels Ren’s cock throb against his mouth. So much for cutting to the chase.
Ren grunts, and with a few artful tugs, his cock is free. It’s thick and it’s veiny and it’s curved. It’s glorious in a hideous way. But mostly hideous. Hux stares anyway. That’s going to hit the spot. That’s worth prepping with four fingers.
‘Do you want my cock?’ Ren asks, utterly fascinated by this side of Hux.
‘I think it’s ugly,’ Hux says, avoiding the question.
‘Shall we move on then?’
‘Move on?’
‘I’m going to fuck you.’
Ren moves fast for such a large man. He’s got Hux gathered in his arms before Hux can shout indignantly, and then he throws Hux on the bed before Hux can protest. Ren rips at his clothes and then Hux’s clothes. It’s utterly animalistic. Ren pins him to the bed and then hesitates. Stares down at Hux with burning eyes. As desperate as Hux, but even rustier.
‘You must wear protection,’ Hux says. ‘I’m already prepared. Fortunately, since I wouldn’t trust you to do that. Be rough, however, if you make me bleed, you’ll sorely regret it.’
‘So many demands.’ Ren takes a condom packet from the bedside table. He struggles to place it on his length but refuses to ask for help. The amusement staves off Hux’s impatience. Ren is so darling with his brow pinched and his lips pursed that Hux almost forgets how much he hates the man.
Protection in place, Ren rises once again. He briefly pets Hux’s hips and then forces Hux’s legs apart. Hux winces and wishes he’d stretched. Ren fumbles, just a little, proving he is, in fact, out of practice. His prodding fingers find Hux’s slicked hole and Hux releases such a stunned gasp. It finally hits him that Ren is about to fuck him. Ren—inside of him. It thrilling and just a little sickening.
Ren lines himself up and almost gives an overeager thrust but thankfully stops. Perhaps Hux’s eyes widened in alarm. He’s prepped, yes, but Ren’s cock is dauntingly thick. Instead, Ren places a bruising, almost crushing, grip on Hux’s hip and steadily breaches him. Heat instantly surges up Hux’s spine and he wraps his legs around Ren’s hips in stupid, wanton desire. Ren, lustful and willing, grins down and pushes a little more forcefully. Hux moans.
The false start is forgotten. Ren begins his rocking, slow and firm, surprisingly patient. He finds a somewhat steady rhythm, not that Hux cares much about the performance. It’s exactly what he’s craved—a big, monstrous thing inside him, a big, monstrous thing above him. It’s worth the humiliation and the pestering. It’s ruinous. Hux will never be without this, he knows that now.
‘I’ll fuck you whenever you want,’ Ren says, and when Hux dazedly frowns at him, he adds, ‘Your thoughts are very open like this.’
‘Don’t—,’ Hux gasps, ‘read anything. Just fuck me.’
Ren thrusts a little too hard and Hux yelps. He isn’t sure if Ren has bottomed out but it doesn’t matter because he’s in deep enough to hit Hux’s prostate and Hux forgets how to be cross, or how to even speak. The awful motel room and ridiculous planet vanish and everything reduces to Ren and him and this bed. Ren lifts Hux’s legs further, until they’re hooked upon his impressive shoulders. His grip is firm and at one point he bites Hux’s calf, but Hux doesn’t feel it. Ren’s cock rocking inside him is a balm of desire, spreading heat outwards, to the tips of his fingers and down to his toes.
‘I’m very close,’ Hux says. He takes a breath, ‘Touch me.’
At first, Ren ignores him, thrusting at his own pace. Hux almost repeats himself before Ren’s large paw pinches and prods at his dick. Again, Hux yelps and moans but it’s exactly what he wanted.
‘You’re very small,’ Ren says, almost adoringly.
‘Shut up,’ Hux says, his annoyance briefly cutting through his lust.
Ren just smiles and continues to tug and rub. It’s extraordinarily poor form but it doesn’t really matter at this point because Hux is coming. He’s coming and it’s abrupt and for a moment, Hux is very satiated. Life is briefly wonderful and the man above him is very tolerable and his shore leave was very much worth it.
At some point, Ren comes too, but Hux cares a lot less about that. Ren’s grip tightens on Hux tightens considerably and there will be wicked bruises but it’s nothing some bacta can’t fix. Ren is perhaps talking too but Hux isn’t listening. He’s clinging onto his orgasm for as long as he can but, of course, his body settles down. He becomes aware of how loudly he’s breathing—pathetic, heaving gasps.
This time, he hears when Ren says, ‘I have claimed you.’ It is so serious and so possessive that Hux laughs. It washes away the final moments of bliss and reminds him of the absurdity of reality. He stops laughing.
For a while, the only thing that disturbs the grimy room is their mismatched breathing. Ren hasn’t climbed off him, hasn’t even pulled out. An amount of time passes but Hux can’t count it. Regret is bleeding through his veins and pinning him to the bed. What a stupid thing he’s done.
Ren, on the other hand, is victorious. A warrior after a battle. A hunter after a kill. He’s gotten exactly what he wanted and Hux just gave to it him with barely a second thought. The urge to blame the Force in some way surges up but it goes nowhere. He knows it’s his own doing.
‘I must do that more often,’ Ren says. ‘We will do that more often.’
‘We shall,’ Hux says because he doesn’t want a fight. He wants to bathe.
Ren pulls out but he doesn’t climb off Hux. Instead, he leans down. Hux can’t let Ren kiss him. With his plump lips, Hux will enjoy it far too much. So Hux distracts him by saying, ‘If you get a health check, perhaps we can forego the precautions.’
That satisfies Ren enough for now and he finally rolls onto his back, exceedingly smug and unfairly handsome. ‘We shall return to the Finalizer,’ he says. ‘Nothing else holds you here.’
Hux hums in agreement because Ren is right but he doesn’t want to let on how much he craves another round before they leave. He’d like a few more hours of peace before he has to work this out. And he will work this out. It is simply another layer to their alliance.
Ren throws a strong arm around Hux and Hux instinctively presses against him because he’s wonderfully warm.
Hux knows only trouble will come from this.