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Modern AU idea: Kylo went on T when he was very young, Han and Leia extremely loving and accommodating towards their son, despite their relationship falling apart. He got top surgery as soon as he could, and moved out of his parents’ house to pursue his studies and a career as a freelance artist. No one around him knew he was trans, hormones and rigorous workout routine sculpting his body the way he wanted it to be, despite knowing that he was catering to some internalized toxic image of masculinity. But hey, if it lessened the dysphoria it was all good, right?

Throughout the years he tried getting into relationships, but nothing seemed to work out. Most of his partners simply disappeared after learning he was trans, the ones who stayed didn’t last long either way. He has resigned to be single the rest of his life, no longer even looking. The thing with Hux started by accident when the guy’s firm offered to sponsor an exhibition for Kylo (supposedly a PR move on their part). The opening night, when Kylo was introduced to Hux, they couldn’t stop talking. They got on like a house on fire, Hux’s quick wit and snarky remarks keeping Ren on his toes, craving more.

Hux invited him for coffee the next day, then it was Kylo’s turn to invite him for lunch the following week, and one thing led to another and now, three months later, they were standing in Hux’s bedroom, hands all over each other, stumbling towards the bed. Kylo could barely think straight, but when Hux seemingly didn’t notice his scars after taking off Ren’s shirt, he had to say something, and so he did. That earned him a heartfelt groan from Hux, and Kylo was starting to back away thinking Hux was one of those people who had a fetish for trans guys, only he didn’t manage to get far before Hux grabbed his wrist and shoved Ren’s hand down his own pants. Oh. What were the odds of that.

As for Hux? He took Ren home thinking that it will be easier to either grab one of his strap ons if Kylo wanted him to top, or to kick him out and wallow in self-pity if Kylo turned him down because of what he had between his legs. What a relief it was to find out the latter wasn’t happening. He was really fond of Kylo, after all.

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(they’re 18 here)

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Ben did the charming
while Hux did the thieving. As much as Hux would have liked to laugh
at the thought that Ben Solo could ever charm anyone, Ben’s father
had trained him in con artistry, and he could be convincingly human
and even likable when he wanted something. This was part of the
reason Hux was slipping a package of hot dog buns under the hem of
his baggy sweatshirt in a convenience store off of Interstate 15,
just outside of Vegas: Ben had wanted something, Hux had opened his
legs, and now here they were. Partners in petty crime.

“I couldn’t find
lube,” Hux confessed while they walked together back to their camp
in the desert, Ben having successfully kept the old man at the
counter occupied with his sob story about needing to use the land
line to call his mom. The suggestion that Ben would ever speak to his
mother again was the height of irony, but Hux didn’t mention this
when Ben chose that as a cover.

“You could have at
least grabbed some lotion,” Ben said. His gaze was on the horizon,
and every now and again he checked back over his shoulder.

“We have lotion,”
Hux said.

“Yeah, a kind that
sucks. You’re the one who’s chafing.”

“I’m not
chafing!” He was, though. Hux knew he should stop letting Ben fuck
him, but at night, under the stars, there was nothing else to do. And
it felt good, chafing or not. “I got Vaseline,” Hux muttered.
“And band-aids, for your feet.”

“What I need is
new socks.”

“Well, they didn’t
have socks! Maybe we should move camp.”

“Yeah.”

They were tired
after the long walk, Hux sweating like mad even as the temperature
dropped, the sun sinking. Instead of moving camp, Hux tugged the
sweatshirt off, spread the loot out on top of it and sat bare-chested
on the ground, watching Ben make a fire and cook the hot dogs on a
stick.

Hux was so sick of
hot dogs. But at least they had buns tonight. He ate three and then
felt sick, crawled into the tent to moan and shiver in his underwear
as night came on and the coyotes started up in the distance. Ben
howled back at them like an idiot.

“Stop doing that,”
Hux said when Ben came into the tent to drape all over him, smelling
like hot dogs and smoke from the fire he just doused.

“Doing what?”
Ben licked Hux’s neck. They were both filthy, but both appreciated
the stale taste of each other’s dried sweat. There wasn’t much
flavor in their current lifestyle otherwise.

“Howling,” Hux
said. “I won’t help you when they show up and attack. It’s what
you deserve.”  

“They won’t
attack me, they’re my friends.”

“You’re so– ah, wait.”

Hux rolled onto his
back and looked up at Ben, not sure what he was asking Ben to wait
for or what either of them were ever waiting for or even doing
anymore. He only knew that he couldn’t face Brendol yet or maybe ever again, and that he never saw
Ben’s eyes like this at home: alive, unafraid, dangerous with
overspilling, unrestrained joy.

“Tomorrow we
should hitch back toward the strip,” Ben said. “I have an idea
about that girl with the monkey.”

“You’re going to
rob the pathetic monkey girl?”

“She’s not so
pathetic. She’s got a monkey, doesn’t she? I’m only going to
steal her tips. Not the monkey.”

“Then what?”

“Then we shower in
a motel and start working on bigger marks.”

Hux moaned at the
thought of showering and let Ben lick and nip at his throat again.
All of this was folly but it was an adventure, maybe the only real
one Hux would ever have. Eventually he would return home and join the
Air Force to get away from Brendol. That was the real plan, which he
didn’t tell Ben, because he knew Ben had no similar escape route.
Because he didn’t want one.

Ben wouldn’t go
home. He’d run off with the coyotes. Hux would see him someday,
maybe, from across a casino floor, but Ben wouldn’t recognize him.
He’d have gone feral by then, without Hux to hold him at least
adjacent to civil society by way of his body. Meanwhile, Hux opened
his legs again, still planning to keep Ben squeezed between them for
as long as he could.

Travel prompt: Falling asleep on a long journey

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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.