Hux’s sleveless black undershirt alone survives Ren’s frantic clawing, but only barely, riding halfway up his stomach as he’s pinned back against the viewport, ass on display for the whole galaxy to see.
Their relationship is in its first tender minute, and while Hux is as giddy as the day he made general, Ren’s reaction has been to maul him, perhaps to discourage other potential mates from seeing Hux as anything other than badly damaged goods. Hux is making lots of noise, but he’s not complaining.
Then, just as Ren’s hand goes snaking up Hux’s shirt, no doubt to rip it off him (Rip it off me you bastard, Hux thinks at Ren, just in case), his fingers brush Hux’s nipple, and all the lovely too-hard grinding and lip sucking and growling nonsense promises of I’m going to make you beg until you don’t know what you’re begging for suddenly stop.
“My nipples are pierced,” Hux says, taking pity on him, “yes.”
“Why?” Ren wheezes. His dick, where it lays flush against Hux’s ass, couldn’t be any harder.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Hux says, wriggling against it impatiently, “I was young and drunk and on leave and I thought I was in love with someone. Why not?”
“And you still have them,” Ren pulls Hux’s shirt up further, exposing the silver rings, and stares.
“There they are,” Hux says, shifting where he’s pinned to see if he can’t reach Ren’s dick himself. He can’t–because Ren catches him at it, and traps that arm above Hux’s head while he looks his fill.
“I thought it was a rumor,” Ren says, in a daze.
“And I thought we were going to fuck,” Hux says, twisting his free hand in Ren’s hair to bring his gaze up. It works. Ren’s eyes narrow, and he crushes close again, all plush lips and sharp teeth.
“We are,” Ren says, pulling away even as Hux chases after him, teeth snapping at air, “We will. But–”
Hux huffs and bangs his head back against the viewport.
“I want to see something first,” Ren says, pinching the ring between his forefinger and thumb, “I just learned it.”
Which is all the warning Hux gets before the world turns an electric kind of blue and he’s zapped, unsuspecting and with a frightful yelp, into an orgasm he’ll never forget.
Short but sweet and FUCKING PERFECT. The voices, the characterization, the porn – hot damn this is good.
But seriously, imagine them as childhood friends, not lovers.
-The two growing up together and having dreams of seeing different planets together because Ben has obviously inherited his father’s piloting skills
-Ben eventually hanging out more with Uncle Luke because he wants to be a Jedi and Luke is touched and flattered so he begins to teach Ben.
-Hux and Ben gradually stop contacting each other, because now they have their own lives to deal with
-Hux developing a hatred for anyone carrying a lightsaber because he believed they took his best friend from him
-Snoke seduces Ben with Darth Vader’s helmet and persuades him to join the Dark Side
-Meanwhile Hux is being trained to be the perfect First Order Nazi and begins his work under Snoke (who is obviously a Sith and though Hux hates him he can’t disobey because orders are orders)
-So when they finally meet again Hux’s parents are dead and he’s the general of Starkiller Base; Ben is now Kylo Ren and he carries a lightsaber which immediately sets off warning bells in Hux’s head
-Hux doesn’t recognize Kylo because of his mask and Kylo barely recognizes Hux because his expression is set in a permanent scowl and the twinkle in his eye is gone
-So Hux spits out a scathing retort and Kylo retaliates because he’s hurt and controlled by the Dark Side
-When Hux gives the order to fire he feels a twinge of regret, remembering for a second that those were the same planets he wanted to travel to with Ben
-After Rey, Finn, Chewie and Han find their way onto the base, Hux just happens to stumble upon Kylo and Han talking like the son and father they’re supposed to be and figures it out
-Hux is a witness to Han’s death and to Chewie shooting Kylo in the side
-Hux enters some state of shock and is unable to stop Kylo from pursuing Rey and Finn
-Hux runs to Snoke because he feels like it’s the only thing he can do to help stop the destruction of both Starkiller Base and his best friend
-Snoke tells Hux to evacuate with Kylo Ren
-In an escape pod, Hux finds Kylo scarred and barely conscious in the snow, about to fall into a crack in the planet
-On the way to where Snoke is, Hux bandages up Kylo’s face, side and shoulder
-When Kylo wakes up he asks why Hux was doing this
-Hux spits out a retort about returning him to his Dark Master healthy and happy because of habit
-Kylo responds rather cruelly saying that Hux shouldn’t have and that Hux isn’t important in the grand scheme of things
-To which Hux sighs, turns around, looks him dead in the eye and says “Well then, I did it because I’m your friend and I never would have been able to live with myself if I left you for dead.“
-Kylo is stunned and ashamed that he ever doubted Hux, and later takes back everything he said to him, including the quip about the clone army. “Clones are boring, anyway. You wouldn’t have Captain Phasma if you had a clone army.“
-They chat for a while, catching up on the years they’ve missed out on
-Hux is more than a little concerned about Kylo’s unholy obsession with Darth Vader and out of nowhere calls him Ben
-He quickly goes to apologize but Kylo says “No…it’s fine.“
-And slowly but surely they become friends again. Sure, when there are people around they have to keep up appearances, but their friendship with never end
– being the only person each other trust and be open with is the start of their relationship.
-they are both attractive men loyal to each other soon attractions becomes an element
-a tentative kiss after one of them says no one loves then.
– This kiss leads to more as they slowly test what they like and dont.
-They are together, but after a near death experience they finally admit they care and want to stay together.
-boyfriends that have to be sneaky. Still act antagonistic in public so snoke dosn’t find out.
– They snipe at each other in public, but the sooth and comfort in private.
-this can’t laat forever. Snoke has to go!
– Snoke dies, he dies by Kylo’s hand.
– It’s like in the books they used to read, the ones where the heroes killed the villains, the books where they were the heroes and they had the world in the palm of their hand, the sun on their cheeks and mud staining their trousers as they ran.
– Here they are not the heroes of the story, but maybe they are something close.
– But… if this is a book, then here is the spoiler: Snoke’s death will be the end, but there must also be a beginning. There must be a quest, and a quest must be given: the village must be razed. Something must be lost.
– It’s fine, Hux tells him, eyes bright, the blood on his lips, the flecks of it speckled in the snow. There is a line he remembers, from a script that they had once played in green fields along a running brook: this is what friends do, right?
– His hand is pale and cold, slicked with red and slippery- but Kylo will hold on tighter, will clutch his friend to him trembling and gasp out the promises that will never be fulfilled.
– Except for one.
– The light will fade, the heaving chokes will subside. Over time, silence will fall, still and heavy.
– There will be an oath sworn, in the snow, made to a cold body and a cold heart, hours later when there is nothing left. It will be an oath kept.
– Here is the beginning: the quest is given: the village is razed, the friend has been taken. And in return, Kylo will conquer the universe to destroy it.
Like how the feedback loop from their orgasms sometimes make Kylo cry and Hux will slump on him and kiss away the tears. And if Hux had been being fucked he’d keep stroking his own cock, oversensitivity and the slight building burn be damned because he knows that Kylo can feel it and it makes him cry more. And it makes Kylo’s cock twitch inside him. And if Hux was fucking him, he’d keep moving his hips just enough to keep Kylo stimulated. Because if Kylo is crying at the feeling of overwhelmed pleasure he’s not destroying himself with anger and darkness.
Or how Mitaka is the kind of person who brings cakes on to the bridge when he’s sure Hux won’t be there, and one day Hux and Kylo return early to the ship and they find the bridge crew eating sweet syrup filled pastries, and instead of denying them this small pleasure Hux snatches one up and bites into it, the syrup running out onto his gloves, and Kylo can’t stop staring at it running slickly and glossy over the black leather, seeping into the seams already as Mitaka stumbles apologies. And Kylo growls at him, grabbing Hux and dragging him off the bridge, force swiping another pastry as he walks past the box, ignoring the looks from the staff. Bundling him into an empty office and wrenching the mask off, letting it drop to the floor as he grabs Hux’s wrist and drags his tongue over the smooth, syrup sticky, leather and moaning at the taste.
I mean then you get into the weird filthy stuff, like before they get together Hux put his boots outside for polishing every night, and every morning they’re perfectly polished, shiny and spotless. And he doesn’t think about it, until the time there’s a smear on the heel, and he calls for a droid to clean them again, and gets a response that the boot service was cancelled on his quarters months ago. And he looks at the smear closer and sees that it’s the vague shape of wide, full lips.
Or the fluffy stuff, like Hux swiping a bottle of champagne from a ridiculously overblown fundraising/secret-spy-time party held amongst First Order’s wealthiest sympathisers, and sloppily blowing Kylo against his desk with the drink filling his mouth, and dripping from the sides as it fizzes and crackles against Kylo’s cock.
I went through my AO3 history and pulled out some fic recs– these are listed in the order that I read them! I haven’t read too widely yet and I’m sure I’m still missing some great stuff, but this is a start and I’m loving the fic in this fandom
so far.
Hopefully most people know of this one already and that reserve’s Kylux fics are all excellent, but just in case this is news to someone– start here, then read all of reserve’s fics. This is a first time fic featuring Ren inadvertantly manipulating his surroundings while having sex, and ugh it’s so good.
I think this one is pretty well known already, and its reputation as a great fic is very deserved. It’s very funny, and the emotional impact will sneak up on you in the best way. It pretty much destroyed me– I’m quite attached to the song mentioned at the end. And I’m really glad there’s a sequel now.
Ren has to retrieve a dark artifact and Hux gets sex magick’d in the process. I think this is my favorite sex scene for them I’ve read in anything so far? The humor in this is wonderful, too.
Ren heats Hux’s blue milk and murders the guy he’s jealous of with Hux’s permission. This is brilliant for the exchange during the milk-heating scene alone, and I also love how dark it gets and how authentically they don’t give a shit about doing dark deeds to suit their own whims.
Another one many have probably read or heard of because it’s brilliant, and I feel 100% confident saying that despite it being a WIP. I was so so happy to have a second chapter of this, and it’s even better than the first. Funny dialogue and great sex scenes and everything is really just warm and wonderful here, I love this so much.
Extremely hot AU about teenage Ben getting involved with older Hux. Heed warnings if you’re particular about age difference stuff (Ben is implied to be over 18, anyway), but if the basic premise sounds like something you’d like OH MAN does this deliver.
This might be my favorite on the whole list, it’s so fucking good. Hux gets covertly made fun of by snooty society types at a function, Ren gets defensive, there’s an amazing sex scene and Hux has his first ever bath.
lol okay I made notes for these while compiling them last night and mine for this one was: “Hux rescues Ren from a sex slave auction, fucks him.” Well, that’s oversimplifying it, but this is a delightful fic and that is the basic scenario. Highly recommended for a porny fic that feels very complete and has some weight to it.
While on leave, Hux meets up with his dad, then his mom, then returns and proposes to “pretend” to be Ren’s lover to throw Snoke off the track of their treasonous plans. This is a WIP that is excellent so far. Everything by this author is great.
Hux signs up for a Grindr type app and meets up with Matt the Radar Tech. It’s hilarious and hot and everything I wanted from this premise, so good. A WIP I’m really looking forward to reading more of.
This is a modern/real world AU with awesome world building and backstory for both of them, and a take on the Girls Couch Scene that I loveddd, and Hux with long hair :3
Hux’s bright eyes burn with shame and hate and something more than hate–hate tipping toward something that raises the hair on Kylo’s neck.
His breaths come ragged, past swollen, bloody lips. His cheek is scratched. He wants to keep glaring at Kylo but can’t, eyes drifting shut–such strange, long lashes–then snapping open.
Hux had kicked and spit and bit. He’d fought dirty. He’d lost. Cornered, now, he shifts his weight against the wall, big coat falling from his slight shoulder like a broken wing. Kylo can’t remember how the fight started.
“Surrender?” he asks.
Hux heaves a breath, straightens up, tries to yank the coat onto his shoulder. It slides down further. He shakes his head, hair a mess. He swallows, “No.”
Kylo shouldn’t be proud of him. His heart shouldn’t swell. Another thing he can’t remember–growing fond of this sneering stranger. His easy way with cruelty. His vicious angles.
Kylo steps closer. Hux shuts his eyes, ready to be beaten further. He jumps when Ren touches his jaw. Keeps his eyes squeezed shut and ducks his head, as Kylo’s fingers trace over the cut on his cheek. Shame rolls off of Hux and, also, something more than hate.
“What should I do?” Kylo asks, “if you won’t surrender?”
Hux’s eyes burn, “Just kill me,” he says, but doesn’t mean it. Like how their fight was never a fight at all, but more an excuse for touching. So Kylo leans in to taste his torn lips, then licks the salt from his jaw, from his neck, from the tender place where his collarbones meet, until Hux breaths, “Ren,” and pulls him closer.
Lunch break. White collars scatter past the shade of the high rise umbra; stop at eateries for overpriced sandwiches. Hux has packed lunch, and chooses the local park squander his hour. It is mostly empty, other than a few parents tending to very small children in swings, and a black swathed twenty-something intently sketching the spring flowers. His strokes are quick and clever; every leaf and petal recorded with care.
Interesting. The man’s ink strands hang unbound, partially veiling a splash of dark moles. He is handsome in the best way, the businessman thinks: the kind of beauty that is up for debate. Long digits flex and linger over a zinnia, then flip a page. No doubt skillful hands. Hux takes care not to let his eyes linger too long. Staring is rude.
A toddler breaks the relative peace by sobbing over his skidded knee. The handsome stranger folds his small black sketchbook and pockets it, heading towards the gate. Hux questions himself for a split second before packing the remains of his lunch and following.
He has not gone far; only enough to light a cigarette within safe distance from younger lungs. Hux has a light in his bag, but elects to ignore it when he takes out his menthols.
“Left my lighter in the office,” he lies, feeling foolish.
The man examines him with a look not unlike one he gave to the flowers. Hux feels flattered almost, and leans in to the little flame in his palm. He receives a nod when he breathes in; smells the smoke, smells the cheap cologne on the artist’s jacket.
It is more intimate than it has any right to be.
“Sorry, I peeked at your work. It’s good.”
“Oh.” Seems to have taken him by surprise. “Uh, thanks.”
dispatches from the dumpster 