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.
Ben Solo is one of the FBI’s most promising young agents. While he’s
had a few disciplinary hiccups, he’s intelligent and not afraid to do
what needs to be done. His personal life is a mess, and he may not look
like your typical federal agent, but he might be the only man for this
job. Ben’s looking for a promotion and something like the glory his
parents always talked about before he was born.
The FBI is looking
to take down one of the country’s most elusive prostitution rings,
specializing in the types of sex that Ben’s boss has only read about in
the novel his wife hides under the bed. Ben is going undercover as a
“slave” in order to gather information on the ring’s leaders, purchasing
a premium package from the agency. 30 days as a slave to a professional
Master, and a guaranteed sexual experience of a lifetime.
He
gets chosen by Hux, or the General as he insists Ben call him, and he
quickly realizes that no training could have prepared him for this
experience. Every day, Ben, or Kylo as he is known at the club, finds
out more and more about the organization, but the more he learns the
less he wants to destroy them.
Touch by @kyluxtrashpit– 5k, Rated E, No Archive Warnings Apply When Hux finds himself falling into bed with Kylo Ren, he wants nothing more than to completely take Ren apart. He finds a way to do just that.
Every Inch by @huxplicit– 3k, Rated E, Choose Not To Warn/No Warnings Apply Hux realized that he could happily spend his life memorizing each scar, dip, mole and freckle on the body below him.
Branching Out by Ylevihs–5k, Rated E, No Archive Warnings Apply Kylo convinces Hux to try out something new.
5k, Rated E, No Archive Warnings Apply He let his tongue trace along that crease, flickering out against his overheated skin before he let his bearded cheek drag over the same path. And by that point, he knew Ren had to be so hard it was nearly uncomfortable. Perhaps it was about time for his torture to come to an end. Eventually.
For Hux, there’s freedom to be found in knowing only the mask; a fact Kylo Ren is willing to benefit from.
A Change Of Plan by @ginger-ai– 8k, Rated E, No Archive Warnings Apply The whole idea is to make Hux wait for it. Leave him stranded for hours completely unable to help himself and then return when he needs it most. Kylo lives for the range of emotions Hux experiences through out it all, feeding off it until the very end. But who says it needs to end once they’ve fucked? Hux is here at his mercy for the next few hours at the very least. They have time.
Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Phasma/Kylo Ren Characters: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Knights of Ren, Phasma (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Medical Kink, Dubious Consent, Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, Kylux Hard Kinks, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Sex Toys, Prostate Massage Summary:
For the Kylux Hard Kinks prompt: ‘Broke student Kylo answers a call for medical research subjects that he finds online- $150 per visit. It takes several trips to Dr Hux’s office and an inordinate number of things up his ass before he realises it might not have been a genuine advert.’
star wars: the force awakens; armitage hux/kylo ren; rated e; D/s, first time, praise kink, kink discovery, under-negotiated kink, co-commanders to lovers
“Be still,” Hux snaps. He looks up at Ren, and Ren has again the disquieting sensation that Hux is looking him in the eye. Hux frowns. And Ren — Ren stills.
No one knows what Kylo Ren looks like, or no one but the Leader, and the other Knights of Ren. The Starkiller base is big enough that even a man of his above-average height isn’t that much of a statistical anomaly. Even Captain Phasma is taller than him, so a broad-shouldered, tall man could be one of many.
In the gym, there’s a rule that rank doesn’t matter, it’s left with the uniform in the changing rooms. Without his mask, Kylo is just another man keeping his body in shape. He likes to work at endurance here, bringing up the physical side of things. Being ‘nameless’ means he also needs to keep his Force-powers in check.
Eyes glide over his shoulders and calves, and he feels the respect dripping over him. Yes. In here, he feels… good.
So good, in fact, that when he sees Hux walk out of the changing rooms… well. He won’t deny he’s feeling full of himself. In here, there’s no reservations about him. He’s just the same as everyone else, and that buoys him up.
Hux, without his broad-shouldered coat, is a completely different shape. Kylo knows his own silhouette is utterly different here, without the padding of his robes, belt, mask, hood. If anyone were to guess his real identity, it would be Hux, who might pick his voice out without the mask.
The General is a different build, lithe and breakable. He’s got some definition to him, but he simply doesn’t have the muscle tone to be truly strong, and his eyes are lingering for longer than…
“You couldn’t,” Hux says, glancing over his shoulder.
“What?”
“You’re thinking you could take me. You couldn’t.”
Okay, now, that’s just… has Hux looked in a mirror? Plus, he spends all his time pushing digits around on a holo-board, he doesn’t get his hands dirty, not like Kylo does.
“I could. Easily. You look like you’d shatter on impact.”
“Looks can be deceiving,” Hux says, and tosses the towel from around his neck onto a mat to one side. “What’s wrong? Not used to realising your own limitations?”
“No, I’m wondering how you’re planning on cheating, or if you’ll be a sore loser.” Okay, so he was feeling proud before, but now his anger’s pricked, and there’s no going back from that.
Just because he’s the General, he assumes everyone will let him win? Is that it? Or is he going to get someone to try to pull the mat from below his feet? Kylo cracks his knuckles and goes to the (now conveniently empty) sparring mat.
“Prepare to tap out.”
I’ll tap you out, he thinks, and flexes his knees, getting ready. Hands up, braced. He reaches out with the Force first, then remembers it’s not really fair, and he wants this to be as fair as possible, so he has the full satisfaction of pounding the man’s ass into the ground.
Hux drops into an answering stance, and Kylo has to admire his form and confidence, if nothing else. They circle, and start a few opening feints and dodges. Kylo is getting ready when he hears the whisper:
“Fifty creds on Hux.”
“Space yourself, I’m not taking that!”
What?
He’s distracted by the idea that anyone would bet against him that he doesn’t really process the sudden flick of hands. Left-right-left. His hindbrain blocks the first two, but the third catches his torso, just under the ribs. Hux continues to dance around, and Kylo snaps his head back into the game.
It’s a dumb trick, that’s all. It’s a… confidence trick. Spook the new guy, get him to doubt himself. Yeah. It won’t work on him, because he’s skilled, and also he’s seen through it.
“How about we bet how long the Hammerhead lasts against him?”
Kylo over-extends, and then there’s a shoulder at his torso, and he’s about to rain down punches to shoulders when legs tangle up with his, a sudden twist and turn that topples him.
The man has to stay in close, and Kylo is so back-footed that he can’t believe he’s on his ass, pretzeled up with Hux. The man has more elbows and knees than a Human should, and they’re all pressing on nerve bundles, cutting off bloodflow and causing intense pain.
He has to give it to him, he’s good at his version of fighting. On a lesser man, it would have worked. But Kylo isn’t about to let this upstart get the better of him, just because he’s very bendy and fast. He plants his feet and rolls them, using his weight to smother Hux down into the mat.
It does mean their legs twisted together locks their groins in close proximity, and he’s breathing right in his face, and suddenly everything is rather… uh… warm…
“You won’t win, Ren,” Hux hisses in his ear.
“Neither will you.”
“You might have more power and weight, but I can cause significant pain.”
“I’ll hold out.” Seriously. Kylo knows pain, and now he knows Hux knows he’s himself, and Hux knows Kylo knows Hux knows… “Or we could both keep face, and I could use the Force to sound an alarm.”
“You seriously are that afraid of losing?”
“Don’t you mean you’re not willing to lose everyone’s respect?”
“It won’t come to that.”
Kylo can feel his right arm going numb, and he uses his left leg to put more pressure on the man under him. They rock and hands and feet shift, each gaining some ground to lose somewhere else. Kylo has to hand it to him: Hux is ridiculously more nasty than he gave him credit for.
“Do you have to win everything?” Kylo asks.
“Yes,” Hux replies, his tone curt.
Another tack, then. “What’s the victory worth to you?”
“You don’t need to pretend you’re offering it to me.”
“Then why haven’t you won, yet?”
Their voices low so no one can really hear, the whole conversation plays out between palms dragged over faces, and chokeholds and pinches and kicks traded back and forth. Hux is tiring, but he’s getting nasty, and Kylo fears for his eyeballs.
“It’s just a matter of time, Ren.”
“Right.” Kylo places the tie-breaking card up his sleeve, and smashes his face against Hux’s, stealing a kiss.
It’s enough to make the man shock out of his hold, and then Kylo has him pinned down, and everyone is staring.
“Get off me!” Hux snarls.
“Not until you admit I won.”
“You cheated.”
“Still won.”
“That’s not – you know that’s not fair! And – what will my men think, now?”
“I could make them forget?” Kylo offers. He watches as Hux works through the cost:benefit analysis of owing Kylo a favour, versus his staff seeing this man kiss and pin him.
“Just… blank them all, before I do,” Hux says, turning his head to one side. He won’t admit defeat, not properly.
“As you wish,” Kylo says, and he’s busy doing that when Hux’s knee comes up and hits his balls.
He’s left on all fours, with Hux darting off to one side, and he scrunches up in agony.
“Next time, ask,” Hux taunts, and leaves him there, suffering.
(So he was right. Good to know, and worth the knee to the balls.) Next time, it won’t be here, either.
dispatches from the dumpster 