persephassax:

by me, on AO3. 

written for my own interpretation of “flip the prep/bad boy stereotype” – wherein Kylo wears a lot of black and rides a motorcycle and Hux looks like a J.Crew ad and knows how to go down. 

Kylo just wants to get through the rest of senior year and get out of his personal suburban hell, but when he catches the eye of one Armitage Hux, things heat up.

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Excerpt:

Armitage Hux is standing over him. He’s got his hands in his pockets and Wayfarer sunglasses on. He’s got that smirk on again, and he looks like an asshole. A really good looking asshole, but still. He’s wearing a polo. Kylo stares up at the dark lenses.

“Hey,” says Hux. Kylo waits. He can feel his heart beating harder than usual in his chest, he hopes his cheeks aren’t flushing and giving him away. But he’s not going to embarrass himself any further in front of Armitage Hux, of all people.

“Hux!” comes a voice from further along the strip. Kylo can make out Phasma’s blonde hair.

Hux doesn’t look over at her. He flaps a hand in her direction, instead.

“Yeah, just go, I’ll be fine,” he calls out, his face never moving, Kylo wonders if Hux is staring at him. In a much lower voice he says to Kylo, “Any chance you can give me a ride?”

It doesn’t have the same innuendo it did in the school parking lot. Given that Kylo can hear someone pulling out of the parking lot, something loud and throbbing spilling out of open windows, he’s pretty sure that Hux doesn’t have another way of getting home.

“Do I have a choice?” Kylo asks, after a moment.

“We always have a choice,” Hux replies. He licks his lips. “But I’d really appreciate it.”

Like that, the innuendo is back. It makes him nervous.

“Okay,” he says. Hux’s expression doesn’t change but he asks, “Okay, what?”

“I’ll give you a ride,” Kylo says.