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Hux slammed one hand against the closet’s door as Matt, on his knees, mouthed at the seam of his pants along his erection. Stars help him, that man had sucked the living hell out of him three times already in the past two cycles, and he still wanted him with a burning passion. Hux needed more- needed them to fuck already, but there never seemed to be enough time- so when the urge was too present in his mind, when he couldn’t concentrate anymore on his meetings because the image of that mouth was plaguing his brains, or when he needed a distraction from Ren, which was often, he’d just yell at the nearest crew member to get him Matt the Radar Technician, and stat.
The sex was always mind-blowing when he called for Matt after an altercation with Ren; Hux discovered that getting off while angry added a layer of intensity that worked wonders for him.
Every time, Matt had taken one look at him before wordlessly dragging him to the nearest empty room and going down on him with the hunger of a starving man. It wasn’t a bad arrangement, Hux reflected as Matt yanked his jodhpurs and underwear down to his knees to mouth at his balls. He’d learned how quickly that man could make him come now, humiliatingly fast, but there was nothing for it and it also allowed him to be on time for his following meetings.
Speaking of which, he was supposed to inspect some blue-print in ten minutes, so as pleasant as that mouth was on his testicles, he had to speed things up a bit.
He put one hand on Matt’s long jaw to push him a bit away, another around his girth and guided himself between the spit-glistening lips; pushed the blond head along his cock, didn’t stop until he felt that long nose against his pubic bone and sighed at the feeling of the wet, velvety-hot mouth around him. It was like the sensation was getting better every time. How could it be so good? Matt obediently stayed where he was as Hux tried not to come from the get-go, feeling his cock jump in arousal. It took him a few seconds to regroup himself, and then he put both his hands around Matt’s face and started imposing a steady rhythm. He loved the way the other man never gagged, could take every inch of him with the moans of someone who just plainly assumed his love for sucking cock, never embarrassed by his own spit getting everywhere, happy to let Hux manhandle him.
As Matt let him use his mouth, he heard the distinct sound of a hand fuming to zip down a pair of pants. Hux opened his eyes to watch as Matt started jerking himself off- erection already painfully hard and flushed- and closed them off immediately as Matt moaned around him, his velvety throat tightening around his length, sending waves of pleasure along his spine. He held on for dear life, tangling his fingers in the blond hair to make him go faster- the feeling of the hair was weird, the texture somehow off, but he couldn’t follow that thought because Matt started that thing with his tongue and his brains short-circuited for a while.
He felt himself slip into a fantasy- imagined it was Ren on his knees for him, the mighty knight at his disposal, ready to make amends for the damages he had inflicted on Hux’s ship over the last years. Matt was a man of tall stature, and Ren was probably aroud the same size. He closed his eyes, pictured the man at his feet entirely dressed in black and lost control for a split-second as his arousal reached peak intensity-
For a few, eternal moments he was reduced to a mass of sensations and pleasure, couldn’t think, rendered helpless, not a body anymore but just the feel of that mouth on him, the feel of his every nerve alighting and his every muscle tensing, the feel of the whines making their way between each of his panting breaths as he felt his orgasm built; and then he was coming, hot, long spasms seizing his body, spilling down Matt’s throat without a warning, Ren’s name on his lips.
He immediately hoped the other didn’t hear him calling after Kylo fucking Ren in the middle of sex, and he must have been lucky this time because Matt was obviously too busy coming in his own hand to pay attention to the nonsense Hux had been babbling.
He put back his pants on, still out of breath, murmured “let’s do this again soon” before getting out, distracted. Why the fuck was Ren suddenly inviting himself in his thoughts during sex?
~ ~ ~
To say that he wasn’t paying attention was an understatement. Ren was pacing in front of him, ominous hood covering the ominous mask, probably covering his ominous mood. The poor engineer presenting the project was slightly shaking as he fumbled through his presentation and the other officers around the table were looking at anything but Kylo Ren, whose displeasure at being forced to attend any kind of meeting was always manifest.
And Hux? Hux was busy staring at the knight’s body- following the lines of the broad shoulders, the powerful waist, the long, strong legs, the leather-clad hands. Ren was still a unique brand of asshole, but Hux was horny and the whole arch-enemies thing was starting to do it for him. That, and also the fact that Ren’s body seemed to look just like Matt’s, awakening his desires at the most inconvenient times. Stars, he really hoped Ren was human. And not badly disfigured, or old.
Hux knew that lusting after Ren, with the force-user in the same room, was a very stupid idea and probably a free ticket to join his dear father in the afterlife; so the fact that he was still following each move of the man like it was some holo-porn was proof that he had lost his mind- he knew Ren could, at any moment, decide to take a peek at his thoughts and find there images of Hux bending him over the meeting table.
His frequent encounters with Matt had awakened his dormant libido and he now apparently couldn’t stop thinking about pounding into Kylo Ren, even to save his fucking life. He watched his co-commander and wondered why no inch of skin was visible; reminded himself that the knight was in fact allowed to have sex, not being a Jedi; Hux was haunted by the memory of his conversation with Matt, when he had joked that he should fuck Kylo Ren as a form of stress-relief. Right now, Kylo Ren looked very tense and Hux very much felt like offering him that sweet release. He’d be rough with his co-commander. He wanted to bite him.
In front of him, Kylo Ren stopped pacing and turned his head towards him. Was he looking at him? Hux couldn’t quite tell, with the mask. Did Hux just pissed off his co-commander by thinking too loudly about biting his shoulder during sex? Or maybe he was paranoid. Maybe Ren’s powers weren’t as strong as he had lead everybody to believe and he couldn’t hear their thoughts. It would fit the whole over-dramatic persona.
Curious and bored, Hux decided that he might as well find out.
He concentrated his attention on Kylo Ren’s fingers in those black leather gloves and tried to think as loudly as he could about them buried up his arse. Nothing happened. The young engineer was going on and on about durasteel.
He closed his eyes, tried to visualize and project that image- leather cracking as two massive fingers were crooking against his prostate.
“Not now, General”.
He eyes flew open when he heard the voice, the artificial modulation of the mask leaving the tone of Ren’s voice flat. That shut up the engineer. Everyone was staring at him, and for some reason Kylo Ren wasn’t choking him to death. Maybe he was used to being objectified by the entire crew. The idea bothered him for some reason. He couldn’t help himself, the retort out before he could contain it:
“Would you rather I’d make an appointment for that sort of thing?”
Kylo Ren stopped pacing, face unreadable under the sleek, black surface of his mask. Hux though hard about the gloved fingers curling in him. Ren’s hand twitched.
“Do not test my patience, General- or I will pick up that gauntlet you just threw.”
Hux sobered up a bit. Kylo Ren was no fun, even if the gauntlet double-entendre was a nice touch; at least now he knew that his loudest thoughts could be heard by the knight. He thought about Ren’s hand twitching just know- and entertained the idea of messing with him a bit more. Then remembered that he wasn’t that keen on getting chocked by the Force, unless it was under certain circumstances.
With a careless gesture, he invited the engineer to proceed with the presentation.
~ ~ ~
Heart pounding, he entered Snoke’s presence room. Things were going so smoothly, he couldn’t wait to bring the good news to the Supreme Leader. He had made unexpected progress over his project these last two weeks- even Ren had miraculously behaved and restrained from destroying any part of the Finalizer.
Speaking of Ren- the knight was already there, kneeling in front of the holo-projection, his head down. Hux’s pace faltered as he spotted a helmet on the floor. The dark halo around Ren’s head wasn’t his mask but what looked like flowy, soft hair. He tried not to stare as he walked ahead, aware of his Master’s eyes on him. The hand of the knight, resting on his knee, wasn’t gloved, revealing pale skin.
So Ren was human, after all, thought Hux as he stopped next to his co-commander. He didn’t risk a glance at the man but tried to perceive as much as he could with his peripheral vision, in vain.
“Meditate and we’ll talk about that further”, Snoke concluded, dismissing his apprentice.
“Yes, master”.
Hux felt his belly clench as he heard the soft, deep voice and the sound of retreating footsteps. Ren’s voice, without his vocoder, was entirely too pleasant, rich while still familiar. Part of him had hoped that his co-commander would have lizard-like skin and the voice of a screeching demon, but apparently the universe was keen on making the General’s life, and his cock, hard.
That night, as he came in his hand, beneath his closed eyes was lurking the vision of himself buried in a muscular man, his fists closed around a handful of dark hair. Maybe he could convince Matt to wear a wig.
~ ~ ~
It was late, but Hux had always made a point of at least making an appearance on the command bridge before the end of each shift. Everything was quiet, the fleet a well-oiled machine who didn’t need his attention at the moment, his Troopers making the same exercises in a loop on one of the surveillance screens. Hux found that it was a relaxing part of his routine, watching the stars slowly move around them, listening to Lieutenant Mitaka’s uneventful reports before going to bed.
What wasn’t part of that routine was the brush of Ren’s cape against his jodhpurs as the man positioned himself quietly next to him. Hux glanced at him; his face was hidden behind the usual black, shiny helmet.
“Lord Ren”.
“Master Snoke is sending me on a mission in the Core Worlds; I will depart in an hour.”
Hux turned to Ren, surprised. His co-commander had never bothered to keep him posted about his whereabouts before, leaving him to search the entire ship for him whenever he needed him. That was a serious improvement.
“When can we expect you back?”
“In a few days”. Ren rested one hand on his saber and Hux noted that it was unclothed. It was the second time now that he’d seen the evidence that Ren was, in fact, probably human- the pale skin, the too-long hands. In fact, he reflected, he hadn’t seen the knight wearing gloves since he had fantasized loudly about having them inside of him. He smirked.
“Have I put you off wearing gloves, Lord Ren?”
Because Hux was fine fantasizing about Ren’s naked hands, too. The other man didn’t seem troubled.
“Not at all- since you found them to your liking, I’ve asked for them to be delivered to your quarters.”
It rendered Hux speechless. Was it a joke? Was it an insult? Was it flirting? He felt his skin turning red. He wondered if the entire bridge was discreetly listening to their conversation.
“I happen to possess multiple pairs of similar gloves, Ren”, he tried to sneer.
“Do you?”. Ren sounded falsely interested and turned to him, taking one of the General’s gloved hands in his for examination. Hux noticed how slender he looked in Ren’s paws, how delicate the leather of his own gloves felt against the callused, scarred skin. He absurdly thought about Ren holding a dove between his large palms, and fought the urge to take his hand back from the man, knowing he could crush his bones in his fists at a whim. He wanted it to be over- and also wanted Ren to keep on touching him at the same time. It was the gentleness that seemed so out of character, like the calm surface of a lake hiding the horrifying dangers lurking under. Hux tried to put a stop to the awkward examination.
“See? The exact same”.
Ren’s thumb pressed against his palm, feeling the texture. “Mine aren’t that delicate. Nor costly. You wouldn’t dream about messing up your own gloves- the way you want to use mine.”
Hux took his hand away like Ren had burned him and put them both in his back, away, trying to find back his composure and knowing how red he must be.
“The appeal of your gloves isn’t really the gloves themselves, Ren”. He would still take them if Ren really had send them to his quarters, he knew it, he’d try them on and relish the size difference, would chase Ren’s smell in the leather’s scent and lube them up to masturbate. He’d ruin them and send them back to their owner covered in body fluids.
“Have fun while I’m away, General”.
~ ~ ~
A droid delivered the gloves that night and Hux did his best to pretend they weren’t on his desk, the dark leather contrasting on the silver of the durasteel; took a shower, read his coms from his bed in his undershirt and briefs, keeping his eyes away even if his mind was obsessing over it- the fact that Ren had gifted the gloves after his little thirsty number.
He couldn’t make sense of it but confusedly felt like it might be insulting. Ren had gifted the gloves, not his hand; would look at Hux when coming back and would immediately know if Hux had put them on to stroke himself to completion- would despise his co-commander for his lust and for being ready to take, grasp and deprave every crumb Ren would give him. Ren gave the gloves, hoping to take the General’s dignity with it. But Hux had self-control.
So no, Hux hadn’t looked at the gloves and didn’t intend to use them in any way- he had needs but Matt was more than enough to quench them.
He had asked someone to fetch him Matt and bring him to his quarters, had mentioned issues on his datapad only Matt could fix; but that was hours ago and still no one was here to warm his bed, the chill of space permeating his skin, dispelling the warmth he had gathered in the shower. He considered putting on something over his undershirt and dismissed the idea, even if the cold was a bitter reminder of Matt’s absence. The tech had no conversation, but lots of body heat to spare.
It was just him and Ren’s gloves.
Maybe it wouldn’t be demeaning to use Ren’s gloves. Maybe if he owned it- owned his lust, without shame or regret… Like he had done in the conference room a few days ago, fantasizing and objectifying Ren just because he felt like it and because no one could stop him.
Maybe he should just take, take what Ren was stupid enough to give and let the man think what he wanted about it. Hux didn’t care, after all. It wasn’t like there was any respect left to lose between them, really. He might as well get something out of that atrocious co-commandership. It was only humiliating if he let it humiliate him, he decided as he got up to fetch the garment.
Standing in front of his desk, he took one of the gloves and lifted it to his nose- it smelled like leather, acrid where it had been burnt by Ren’s saber. He buried his nostrils inside, where the leather was lined with silk, and inhaled. Sweat, and a touch of perfume where Ren’s wrists had rubbed against the soft material. Surprisingly refined, the silk, the perfume- but people tended to forget that Ren was the son of a Princess.
Hux put the glove on- it wasn’t his size, as expected- and let the leather run against his skin, his neck, collarbones, chest, imagining it was Ren’s hand. Massaged the muscles of his neck. Lifted his undershirt with the gloved skin, his palm resting flat on his belly as he closed his eyes for a second, pictured Ren with him, Ren monitoring his breathing and pulse with one hand on his vulnerable, exposed stomach. Took the second glove to press the inside of it against his nose, breathing in what he just found out to be Ren’s smell and sighed. That was way too stimulating for what it was.
He slid the gloved hand in his underwear, cupped his stirring cock and let himself enjoy the feeling of the leather against his sensitive skin, stroked himself lazily to erection, dizzy with Ren’s odor, already weak on his legs from the olfactory stimulation. The leather was rough on him, pulling on the skin of his cock, and he knew it was just on the wrong side of hurting; that he wouldn’t be able to come from that leathery touch.
The soft inner lining of the glove, however…
He pushed his underwear past his hips and took the leather glove off his hand with his teeth; paused to caress the soft silk inside, considering. It would ruin Ren’s glove for good. Well, he shouldn’t have given it to Hux, really. He though about giving back the soiled, come-crusted glove back to Ren when he’d come back and his cock twitched at the idea, precome beading at the tip.
Gripping the glove in his hand, he slid it along his cock, the silk lining inside soft and almost fluid against his skin; he breathed out shakily- it was much better. He steadied himself with one hand against his desk and started a slow movement with his hand. The glove was big, bigger than his, but he couldn’t fit his entire length in it. Still, it was good, so good, the idea of fucking Ren’s glove, precome soaking the material- now it would smell like Ren’s sweat but like Hux, too. He glanced at the beautiful contrast between his pale, almost translucent skin and the shiny, black material engulfing it; that leather was so reminiscent of Ren, the color of it, the strength of it. He closed his eyes again, let the sensations overwhelm him as a sped up the rhythm- he knew how desperate he must look, hunched over his desk and furiously masturbating inside of a leather garment, sweat already starting to gather on his brow and his breathing as hard as his leaking cock.
He gripped his member tighter, imagining it was Ren doing it, that he was standing behind him, powerful arms around his frame and huge hands around his cock; dark hair falling against the nape of his neck and praise falling in his ear. Hux shuddered- goosebumps spread on his forearms and he slowed his pace, going for deep and slow movements, his hips jerking as he fucked the glove, moans escaping his lips.
He could feel the pleasure building in his loins, growing with each stroke; could feel his muscles slowly tensing. He paused for a few seconds, trying to draw it out, breathing deeply to calm himself. His hand tightened in a spasm around the glove and made it creak, the sound unmistakably Ren , Ren when he was furious and closing his fists in his anger and it made Hux want , want so bad; it was a hunger he couldn’t possibly satisfy that gripped his guts; his hand started moving again, his control slipping, and he bucked against the silk, his other hand tensing impossibly on the desk at the sensation. He fucked the glove desperately, his body erratic, chasing completion, chasing Ren, and he couldn’t stop now as he felt his toes curl, his cock hardening in the glove and each movement sending him closer to the edge. He groaned as his orgasm hit him, felt himself coming in hot spurts in the glove and tightened his hand around the material- let it soak it all , he thought.
It was like marking Ren himself. He shuddered as the last spasms of pleasure went through him, his thoughts blessedly clear in the aftermath; took his cock out of the glove- wiped the come still on it directly on the leather, leaving a clear stain. Dreaming of doing the same thing on Ren’s dark robe, leaving his come on the Force user for everyone to see.
~ ~ ~
“Officer, I asked you three times already to fetch me Matt. Do you really want to keep your job?”
The man in front of Hux looked like he’d rather be hunting Hutts for a living right now, but the General didn’t care. He was getting antsy without his usual sexual outlet. Ren’s glove had barely taken the edge off, and it had been two days ago already.
“Sir, I don’t know how to tell you- Matt will be unavailable for a few days.”
God, what a nightmare. Was there a flu epidemic on board he’d have to deal with, now?
“Is he sick?”
The officer glanced worriedly at Hux, looking like he knew something and didn’t know exactly how to share the information.
“Sir, no. Do you really…. Don’t… Don’t know?”
Hux glared at him and the officer hurriedly looked down, cheeks aflamed.
“Tell me where Matt is. Right. Now”, he ordered in a furious whisper. He should never have to ask twice such things, as a General. This was beneath him- and humiliating. He glanced around to see if anyone was privy to their conversation and relaxed slightly when he found his crew looking appropriately busy.
“Sir. Matt is aboard the Command Shuttle.”
It made no sense. Ren had taken the command shuttle three days ago on a mission. Still, Hux was reluctant to ask this officer for more information. He nodded curtly. “Dismissed”. The poor guy looked like he could piss himself in relief and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Hux knew that the Command Shuttle was tiny- could barely contain 5 crew members, including Ren. And he was very well aware than Ren usually took the best of his tech crew and a few of his knights with him. Matt made no sense in that situation. Matt would be useless, a waste of space in a mission.
Then Hux realized. Of course- he’d almost forgot that his co-commander had the very invasive ability to read minds as well as a knack for pissing people off. He had taken Matt away from him- effectively cock-blocking the General while he was away on that stupid mission of his. Leaving him alone, with just a fucking pair of gloves, the utter arshole.
Hux should have been more discreet, should have fucked Matt’s mouth in more remote cupboards, or maybe shouldn’t have daydreamed about bending the techie during debriefs. He wondered if Ren got a kick out of hearing his thoughts while he was getting off with Matt. Almost got aroused at the idea that Kylo Ren was spying on them, then suddenly remembered how he had pictured the knight in his head on some of these occasions- how he had moaned Ren’s name as he came, once. Fuck.
He should have known better than to fuck someone of his crew- better than to fantasize about that beastly Force user while doing it, too. And as per usual, he couldn’t make sense of Kylo Ren’s actions. Why giving him the gloves? Why taking Matt away from him? Couldn’t Ren use his words to communicate, like a normal human being, instead of being all frustrating and mysterious, and destroying consoles on the regular?
He decided then and there that as soon as the Command Shuttle returned, he’d have a private word with his co-commander. Communication was key. He didn’t have time for Ren’s little games. But right now, he needed to get rid of his frustration- lucky for him, there was still one untainted leather glove left.