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Hux stopped typing when something dropped on his left shoulder — again — and he squinted to the side, exasperated. This was the third time his seat neighbor had fallen asleep and was cuddling up to him in his sleep.

It was unacceptable enough that First and Business class had been full. And he did need to make the trip as fast as possible, so he’d begrudgingly booked a seat in economy, barely containing a sneer when he’d seen who his neighbor was. A guy so big that he clearly should have booked two seats. He was dwarfing the seat he was sitting in and had taken the whole arm rest between them, not even reacting to Hux’s not so subtle pokes with his elbow and clicking of his tongue.

His neighbor had looked out of the window since the flight had started, a big pair of headphones on his head, and only had grunted or nodded when the flight attendants had come by with food or drinks.

And now they were flying through the night, the lights were off, and Hux wondered if he was the only one awake. These weren’t seats he was used to, the angle of the backrest laughable. So he’d chosen to just power through the night with work while the giant next to him had managed to somehow fold himself in this tiny seat and had fallen asleep as soon as the lights were out.

Hux didn’t mind if his seat neighbor was sleeping, not really, no, but he did mind when said sleeping was turned into a nuisance. 

The first time it happened, Hux had poked a sharp elbow into the guy’s side. His neighbor had grunted and moved away in his sleep, pressing his forehead against the window.

The second time it happened, Hux had snapped an impatient excuse me and snapped his fingers against the askew headphones. Beefcake next to him had frowned, opened his eyes, muttered what the fuck is your problem, man? and turned away again, crossing his arms.

Now, half an hour later, his cheek was on Hux’s shoulder, his warm breath was tickling Hux’s ear.

It was unnerving. 

Hux could not concentrate.

Because, unfortunately, giant here was also rather good looking and the press of the warm body against his reminded him how long it’d been since he’d actually touched another body apart from a handshake.

Hux liked it. So he just sat there, the screen of his tablet going dark. He listened to the small noises the man made, closed his eyes when the man moved and snuggled even closer, his warmth seeping into Hux’s ever cold bones.

He woke up a few hours later, startled, because he was mashed against a warm chest now, drooling on some band hoodie. There was a big hand on his back, dangerously low.

“Dude,” a low rumble that Hux could feel under his ear, vibrating through the broad chest. “I need to pee. And then we can continue right here.”

Hux shot up, cheeks warm and got up from his seat to let the man out. 

It was obnoxious how the man squeezed himself behind Hux to pass by. He actually smirked while doing so. Hux sighed, cheeks still flushed a bit and sat down again. He grabbed his tablet that was tucked into the seat in front of him, pressed the home button and blinked because there was a newly added contact open. Added half an hour ago. 

Kylo Ren.

Then a number, and under notes there was a you’re cute, hmu ;>

Hux really should put a screen lock on his tablet.

Or not, he thought, as Kylo Ren stood next to his seat again, smirking and asking if he could get inside.

Hux heaved a long suffering sigh, made a show of closing the contact on his tablet and stood up. Kylo squeezed himself into the seat again and patted his chest invitingly. Hux huffed.

“At least buy me a drink first,” he muttered, sitting down.

Kylo smirked again and pressed the button for the flight attendant call.