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stevebucky band au for wip wednesday

AU where Hux is sexting Kylo through a dating app and Kylo asks for a dick pic, but Hux is at a work event, so he calls Will, asks him to send him one of his (Will has nudes and dick pics down to an artform).

"Tasteful or trashy?"

Hux can hear the video game in the background. Hux bites his thumb. He likes them filthy, but he doesn't know if Kylo does (yet). "Tasteful."

"Hard or soft?"

"Medium?"

Will huffs, "Gimme a sec, I think I have a half mast somewhere," and hangs up.

Moments later, Hux receives the dick pic. It looks nice and neutral; interested, but not too much. Will's dick is technically a little bigger, but fuck it. Off the pic goes.

He sends a quick thanks to Will, and goes back to mingling and sexting intermittently.

–

The brothers catch up over lunch, during the weekend. They talk about work, and Hux hands over his phone, so Will can thumb through what he and Kylo have been texting about. He makes a few comments here and there, looks at the pics Kylo has sent (zooms and squints a few times).

"He's a terrible texter," Will remarks.

Hux hums, "I think he texts with his left hand when he jerks off."

"You think he actually likes you, or is it just the red hair?" Will holds up the screen, so Hux can see the reply under the pic of Will's dick. Hux shrugs. The reply was very enthusiastic about the red pubic hair, but Kylo had seemed into him before the pic, so he has a good feeling.

Will tells him (again) that he should build up a backlog of nudes for this sort of thing.

Hux counters (again) that he doesn't need them. Which is a lie, of course. It's not the first time Will has had to send him emergency nudes.

In Hux's defense, it's not his fault that he works odd hours. He would absolutely have sent his own dick, had he been home.

Will has had a couple of dates since the last time they hung out, but none of them panned out. "I mean, the sex was good, but. Ugh. Maybe I should just find a sugar daddy and stop the dating bullshit."

Hux laughs. "Be at someone's beck and call? You?"

"Well, I could try!" Will crosses his arms. "I'm this close to going back to camming. At least those assholes were consistent."

"You hated that, too," Hux points out.

Will pouts. "Easy for you to say; you always catch the good guys."

"Terrible luck with women, though."

"Yeah, that doesn't make me feel better," Will mutters.

Hux tries to think of anyone he knows he could set Will up with, but he has a small social circle. He always feels bad being in a relationship when Will isn't. Not one to shy away from outbursts in public, Will slams his hand on the table, making the tableware clatter. "I want attention, Ari!"

"I know," he says, softly.

"Is that really too much to ask for?"

Hux puts his hand on top of Will's. "No. It's not."

They look at each other for a few long moments, until Will sighs. "Are you gonna fuck him?"

"Kylo?"

Will nods.

"If he wants to, yes."

"Let me know if he knows how to use that big stupid dick, yeah?"

"Every detail," Hux promises.

–

"He wasn't terrible," Hux says, over the phone. Will cackles in delight. "He was very enthusiastic, which was nice."

"But?" Will says, almost holding his breath.

Hux sighs, runs his fingers through his hair. "I mean, it was our first time. It takes time to ... align."

"That bad, huh?"

"It was terrible!" Hux groans. "Oh, my god. He did try! He really did, but I think he's been getting by on size alone – which was very nice in person, by the way."

Will snorts. "Please tell me you topped?"

"Well, I had to, didn't I?"

"Did he like it?"

"I made him cry."

Will squeals so loud, Hux has to pull the phone away from his ear.

"Ari!"

"I wish you could've seen it," Hux gushes, "I was this close to grabbing my phone!"

Hux goes on to describe the encounter in detail, while Will makes high pitched sounds in reply.

–

Hux had a great time and wants to reward Kylo. Kylo had admitted to being very into dirty pictures, so Hux asks Will to come over and help out. Will had offered to bring his old camming equipment with him, but Hux doesn't want it to look too professional.

They try out a couple of things before it feels right. Hux is in bed, on his back, Will on his knees above him. Will is the one taking the pictures, but they make it look like Hux is doing it himself.

"It would have been so much easier with my old setup, you know," Will grumbles, when his knees are caught in the frame once again.

Hux rolls his eyes. "If we did that, he's gonna expect that in the future and you'll have to help me every time he wants a new one."

"So? I've got time."

"He doesn't know I have a brother."

Will flips through the pictures, frowning. "I'm getting your lube, hold on."

Hux sighs. It's hard to maintain an erection when there's so much technical shit to keep track of. How do porn stars do it? "How'd you stay hard while camming?" Hux calls out.

"Vibrators!" Will calls back.

Hux doesn't have a lot of toys. They should do it at Will's place next time.

Will comes back and hands the bottle to Hux. "Slick up. Everything looks better wet."

They finally get some photos Will deem adequate, and they send them off to Kylo (after cropping Will's knees out).

Will sticks around to see Kylo's response. Kylo has the day off and lots of time on his hands, so they order food and take turns sexting him. Mouth full of food, Will asks, "Hey, did I ever show you those cum lube photos I did?"

Hux shakes his head and swallows his mouthful. "I think I would've remembered that."

"It looks so real. If Kylo's into that kinda thing, let me know, I've got tons left."

Later that night, when it's Hux's turn with the phone, Will says, "I like him."

"Yeah?" Hux smiles. "Me too."

"He seems sweet," Will wiggles under Hux's arm and settles down, yawns a little. "That date he wants to take you on sounds exciting. Motorcycles are fun."

Hux puts the phone away. He smiles happily and wraps his arms around Will, kisses the top of his head. Kylo can wait.

"Thank you for helping me out today."

"Anytime," Will says, and cuddles closer.

–

After the motorcycle date, Hux asks Kylo to drop him off on the corner, next to his favourite café. He kisses Kylo goodbye and heads inside, spotting Will in the corner.

Will laughs when he sees him. Hux caught a glimpse of himself in Kylo's side mirror; he knows it's bad. His face is pink from the wind, and his hair is somehow both fluffy and flat from the helmet. "I hate motorcycles," he says, as he drops into the chair across from Will.

"Aww, that bad?" Will giggles and reaches across the table to flatten Hux's hair. Will, of course, looks darling; hair falling in soft waves around his face.

"He drives like a madman," Hux says petulently.

"Is this the end of Ari and Kylo?" Will grins and sips his hot chocolate.

Hux goes a bit more pink around the ears. "Well ..."

Will leans in, "Oh? Do tell."

"We drove to a lookout point – it was beautiful – but we spent more time sucking faces than looking."

Will kicks his leg. "That's not the part that's making you blush, though," he winks.

Hux shakes his head. "It is not."

Instead of replying, Hux goes to the counter, gets a drink and a slice of cake. He can hear Will calling him a cock tease, but chooses to ignore it. He grabs an extra fork and sits back down.

"You were saying?" Will prods and takes the offered fork.

"He wants to rim me."

Will looks delighted. "He does, does he?"

Hux paces himself, takes a bite of cake, sips his tea. "The things he said, Will," he sighs, yearning. "It would make even you blush."

Will can barely contain himself.

"Depending on performance, there's at least one more date to go."

–

Kylo Ren makes all of Hux's ass eating dreams come true. He blacks out after the third orgasm, and comes to, stomach drenched, legs shaking, hair in his eyes, thighs around Kylo's ears.

Kylo looks up at him, shy little smile on his face, ears crimson. "Oh, my god," Hux gasps. "I can't wait to tell Will about this," he breathes.

"Who's Will?" Kylo asks and begins to lap up the come on Hux's tummy.

"'S just my brother." Hux has to look away to retain his higher brain function. "Holy hell, why didn't you do this the first time?"

Kylo shrugs one massive shoulder. "Didn't know if you were into it. You talk to your brother about me?"

"I talk to him about everything. He's my best friend."

Kylo hums. "Is he older or younger?"

"Who?"

"Your brother."

Hux blinks a couple of times. "Right. My brother." He closes his eyes, licks his lips, tries to think. He can't feel his legs. "'Bout ten minutes older."

Kylo freezes; swallows audibly. "Fraternal?"

"Identical."

Kylo swears and hides his face in Hux's crotch. Hux is really too worn out to move, but he groans and leans on his elbows. "You alright?" He asks, and brushes the hair away from Kylo's face.

"There's two of you?" He muffles into Hux's pubes. Hux chuckles. "Sort of. We're not that much alike."

Kylo's eyes zero in on Hux's phone. "Got a photo?"

Hux rolls his eyes, but asks Kylo to grab it. The phone has smears of lube and spit on it when he hands it over. Hux clicks his tongue, but just wipes it on the sheets. He thumbs through the photos, wanting to show Will's good side (honestly, the guy doesn't have a bad side. The bastard). He finds a somewhat recent one and hands the phone over.

Kylo is quiet when he looks at it, lip stuck between his teeth.

"He's the pretty one."

Kylo's eyes snap up, brows furrowed. "What? No, he's not. I mean, he's gorgeous, but so are you."

Hux can't take a compliment to save his life, so he doesn't say anything.

Kylo loses the phone, crawls up Hux's body and kisses him breathless, smearing Hux's come between them. "'Ve never been with anyone as hot as you," he says into the kiss, barely breaking it long enough to get the words out. Hux is a ragdoll and doesn't fight it when Kylo moves him, straddles his thigh.

Kylo's cock is blood hot and heavy where it rests on him. "Feel that?" Kylo whispers. "And you haven't even touched me." He ducks his head and sucks on Hux's neck (Hux can already feel it bruising). "I can't believe you're letting me touch you," he moans.

Hux thinks, if he calls in sick in the morning, he can probably go one more time.

–

In the morning, he wakes up bruised and sticky from head to toe, still in Kylo's bed. He didn't wake up in time to call in sick, his clothes are ruined, and his phone is dead.

Yet one look at Kylo, who's snoring softly beside him, and he can't bring himself to care.

–

Hours later, when Hux is well fed, showered and dressed, he says goodbye to Kylo, turns down his offer of giving him a ride (Hux's poor ass would not survive the drive), and walks to Will's place (Will's place is closer and Hux is not in the mood for public transit). The first words out of Will's mouth when he sees him are, "Black suits you."

"Shut up," Hux grumbles and pushes past him. He's been pulling the neck of the borrowed t-shirt up the whole way, because it keeps slipping off his stupid narrow shoulders. Will laughs and pointedly looks at all the bruises littering Hux's skin. "Did you have fun?"

Hux grumbles some more, but he did. He had the time of his life. He happily would've stayed longer, but if he did, he would've gotten sentimental. He had to leave before that happened. "I– Yeah, I did." He bends down to pull off his shoes (his nice shoes, that clash horribly with Kylo's jeans and t-shirt).

"Then why's your face doing the thing?"

Hux looks up. "What thing?"

"That thing," Will points. "The what are feelings thing."

Hux sniffs and gets up. "It was great. It was ... really, really great."

Will's eyes narrow. "Uh-huh. And?"

Hux rubs his face. "I like him."

"What do you–" Will's eyes widen in sudden understanding. "Oh. That's ... Oh."

Hux heads into the kitchen. Will doesn't drink, but he always keeps something around for Hux. He digs a bottle of beer out from the back of Will's fridge.

Will leans on the counter and runs his fingers through his hair. "He could be feeling the same."

"Maybe," Hux sighs. "Signs point to yes," Hux adds and gestures to the ring of bruises around his neck. He lifts his shirt up for good measure, showing the hand prints on his hips.

Will puts his hands on them. "You love this sort of thing," he says softly.

Hux nods. It's all just a bit ... fast. Will's hands are not as big as Kylo's are. No matter where he puts them, Will can't cover Kylo's hand prints.

"You wanna take photos, don't you?" Hux says, drains the rest of his beer.

"Yes."

Hux snorts.

"Can you blame me? Look how big they are!" Will squeezes his hips. Will darts off and comes back with his DSLR. "I'm not using my shitty phone camera for this," he says before Hux has a chance to say anything.

Hux indulges his brother, while telling him about what Kylo did the night before (and in the shower that morning). Will kneels on the floor to get a better angle. Hux takes off the jeans to show the number Kylo did on his inner thighs, and Will has to take a time out. He puts the camera on the floor and groans for a couple of minutes.

"Can I borrow him? Just for a little bit? I'll give him back, I promise."

Hux laughs. He grabs another beer and jumps up on the counter, hissing at how cool it is against his skin.

"I'm only gonna ask once–"

"No, you're not."

"Shush. I'm only gonna ask once," Will says. "How much does he come?"

Amused, Hux looks at his brother, lying on the floor and squeezing his dick through his pants. "You sure you wanna know?"

"No, I don't want to know, but I need you to tell me."

Hux sucks on his lip. "Are you touching yourself?"

"No! I'm just ... holding it."

"Uh-huh."

"Just tell me! Get it over with," Will whines.

"Alright," Hux sips from the bottle. "We wore condoms, but. It was a lot. A lot, a lot."

Will whimpers and rolls away, curling up with his back to Hux. "I fucking knew it. If you tell me he has a come fetish, I will die."

Hux snorts. "No, that would be you.”

"Ugh, I know. Why are we like this?"

"Probably the fucked up childhood."

"I was being rhetorical, but definitely."

The twins laugh.

"For real though, I want your boyfriend to fuck me into next week and come all over me."

"I know."

Hux jumps off the counter and plops down next to Will. "He knows you exist, by the way."

"Yeah?" Will rolls over, looks up at Hux.

"Mm. He thinks you're pretty," he says and runs a hand through Will's hair.

"Aww, that's sweet," Will says and moves his head into the caress. Will runs his fingers up Hux's thigh, digs his fingers into some of the bruises. "You can have that, you know." Hux makes an inquisitive sound. "A boyfriend. I know I say a lot of shit, but I mean it. You're allowed to do things without me – including having a boyfriend."

"What if I don't want to do stuff without you?"

Will pinches him. "I'm not saying you have to, I'm just saying you can."

Hux ruffles his hair and gets to his feet, pulls Will up with him. "My ass is too sore for the floor, come on. Bedroom."

Will grabs his camera and follows. Will curls up in Hux's arms and looks through the photos. He shows Hux the ones he likes the best. "Did you tell him how easily you bruise?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Will giggles. "Ooh, look at this one." Kylo left a nearly perfect set of teeth on Hux's inner thigh. Hux nuzzles into Will's hair, mutters, "I should tell him I made it. He wanted to drive me, but I said no."

"Lemme grab your phone," Will hands over the camera and gets the phone from the pants in the kitchen.

He hands over the phone and pulls the covers up over them. Hux types the beginning of a message, but deletes it and switches on the camera instead. Will happily cuddles close and looks at the lens.

Hux laughs, "Stop with the bedroom eyes! Jeez!"

"What?" Will laughs too, "What else am I supposed to do!"

Hux manages to get a somewhat decent photo while Will is distracted and sends it off before Will can get his hands on the phone.

"Noo! Ari! I look bad in that one!"

"You always look bad."

"Hey!"

Kylo: oh youre w your brother?

Hux: will's place was closer

Hux: he says hi

Will nudges him, "I said fuck me, not hi."

Kylo: say hi back! id love to meet him

Kylo: you said you didnt look alike but i cant tell which one is you ;)

"You should've sent the other one," Will complains.

Hux doesn't say anything for a moment, then, "I don't know if he'd be into it," he says quietly. "He could react badly. Break it off."

Will looks at him for a minute. "You're worried about that?"

Hux nods. "A little, yeah."

"Ari," Will says softly. "If he doesn't understand that – understand us – he's not the right person for you."

"I know," Hux nods, groans. "I know, I just. I already got my hopes up. And you and me – we're a lot. You know we are."

Will takes the phone away and hugs him tightly, cuddles as close as he can. "I'll dial it back, if you want me to."

"I'm just as bad as you."

"I know. I was trying to be nice."

Hux hides his face in Will's hair. "I love you."

"I know. Me too."

The phone pings quietly, but neither move to get it. The fabric of Will's jeans drag and bite at the abused skin of Hux's naked thighs, but he only moves closer.

Not a day goes by where Hux isn't grateful for Will, grateful that he gets to be Will's baby brother. Even in adulthood, he still fits perfectly under Will's chin.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"Mm?" Hux turns his head. Will has the phone, tilts the screen so Hux can see it.

Kylo: its a good photo. you look cute

Kylo: both of you

Kylo: i cant get over how fucken good you look in my shirt

Kylo: i said i was sorry about the bruises and i am but fuck they look good on you

Will nuzzles his cheek while he reads. "I think he's into a lot of things he hasn't told you about yet," he says softly. Hux and Kylo keep texting, while the twins cuddle. Hux thinks Will has dozed off and startles when Will pulls at the waistband of his underwear. He drops the phone.

"These aren't yours."

Hux pulls Will's hands away. The underwear is barely staying on as is. "They're Kylo's. Mine are in the wash at his place."

Will sits up and pulls the blankets off them to get a better look. Both shirt and underwear are hanging off of Hux's body. They did before, but especially now, after they've been lying in bed for a while, with the fabric pulled out of shape. Will snags the phone again and takes a photo of the briefs, Hux's dick front and center. "Mind if I send it to him?"

"No, go ahead."

A ping and, "... Whoops."

"What?"

Will makes a face. "Forgot to crop my legs out." Will is straddling his legs and very much in the photo. Will looks a little guilty when the phone starts ringing, and hands it over.

"Please tell me those are your brother's legs."

Hux chuckles, "They are."

"So ..." Kylo trails off. "Your brother taking photos of your dick is just a normal, everyday occurrence?"

"Honestly?"

Kylo groans loudly, sounds a little frustrated.

"He likes taking photos," Hux offers. "He's pretty good at it."

"I can see that."

Will pets Hux's tummy, pouts a little. Hux puts his hand on top of Will's, squeezes gently.

"Are you mad?" Hux asks softly.

"What? No, I'm just ... Trying real hard not to be gross right now."

Hux quirks a brow, "Meaning?"

Kylo groans again. "You're twins, Hux. You gotta– You gotta know what this looks like."

"Enlighten me."

Kylo whines. Will laughs. He's close enough to hear most of what Kylo's been saying, and the whine sounds pitiful.

"Oh, god, am I on speaker?"

"No!" Hux assures him. "Will's just right here. He's sitting on me."

Hux can hear the phone being put down and Kylo walking away, swearing loudly. The twins wait in suspense for Kylo to pick the phone back up. When he does, he says, "Are you fucking with me?"

Hux blinks. "No. He is sitting on me."

"That's not– Thanks for that image, but that's not what I meant."

"I know. Sorry," Hux says, looks at Will for a moment. "We ... We are close. Very close. Even for twins."

"So me saying those things ...?" Kylo asks.

"Is ok. I'm not offended. We have done some ... unconventional things in the past. It doesn't bother me. Or us," Hux says gently. "It's ok, Kylo. I promise."

Will shifts, lies down on Hux's chest, feeling the need to be closer.

They talk for a little while longer, Will a warm, reassuring weight on his chest. They end the call with promises to be in touch about going on another date soon.

Afterwards, Will asks softly, "Feel better?"

–

Hux is initially shocked, when their next date is at an art museum. At first, Hux thinks Kylo is doing it for his sake, but that's clearly not the case. Kylo knows the place like the back of his hand.

The topic of conversation does not surprise him in the least. "Twins."

"Yes?" Hux smiles.

"So like, if I saw a photo of the two of you naked, would I be able tell you apart? Without seeing your heads, I mean."

"Oh, yeah, definitely."

"How?" Kylo prods curiously.

"Well," Hux begins. "Our build is the same, but our skin isn't. We don't have freckles in the same places. Or scars, of course. There's some proportion stuff too. My hips are a bit higher."

Kylo pointedly takes a step back and ogles Hux's hips and backside for a moment.

"You done?" Hux laughs.

"Not even close," Kylo grins and swoops in, kissing him happily.

"You need to see us next to each other to see the difference, you know," Hux points out, while Kylo manhandles and paws him a little.

"Then introduce us."

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do!" Kylo says. He's getting much too up close and personal for a public setting, but Hux doesn't have the heart to stop him.

"I can ask him over later? When we go to my place? We can have dinner together – if you don't mind sharing me," Hux winks.

Kylo pauses long enough to smile shyly. "I'd love that."

When Hux calls and asks him, all Will says is, "Need me to bring anything? Condoms? Lube? Toys? Your toy collection is so sad, Ari."

Hux blushes furiously, declines, tells him when to stop by, and hangs up.

"All set!"

–

Hux loves Will more than anything, but Will is a loose cannon. Having dinner together was spontaneous, they haven't talked about anything prior and Hux is ... worried. He trusts Will with his life, but Will is a former (maybe current?) sex worker and his world view reflects that. Will approaches relationships a bit differently than most. Sex comes first, feelings and romance come after. Usually. (Whether that's down to sex work or his involvement with kink, Hux isn't entirely sure.) There's nothing wrong with that, of course, but Hux isn't like that.

When Will shows up in jeans and a t-shirt, no bag in sight, Hux is so relieved he nearly collapses. Will is quick to steady him, worried as all hell in seconds, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Hux says quietly. "I'm just ... You didn't bring anything."

"I was joking, you idiot." Will puts his hand on Hux's chest, "Breathe for me?" Hux closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and tries to regain his footing. "Now, what's this about?" Will doesn't need to ask him to be honest.

"I'm scared."

"Of?"

"That you won't like him. Or vice versa."

Will hugs him tightly, kisses his ear. "You like him. That's enough for me." He pulls back, pecks Hux on the lips. "Now, come on, introduce me to your boyfriend."

"Yeah, about that ..."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Ari," Will mutters and pushes Hux ahead of him into the living room.

"Kylo, this is my brother Will. Will, this is my ... Kylo."

Will snorts and shakes Kylo's hand. "Hi."

"Hi," Kylo smiles. "I'm the boyfriend."

Hux looks a little startled, but smiles when Kylo looks at him. They both blush and look away.

Will covers his smile, coughs. "Food?"

They eat in front of the TV. With a show going, they don't need to talk much, but for some reason, Kylo keeps looking at Will.

"What are you doing?" Hux whispers.

"Nothing," Kylo says, instantly bright red in the face. "I was just ... looking."

"Looking at what?" Hux frowns.

Kylo leans in and whispers, "Is he pierced?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," he mutters and leans back, sinking into the sofa. "Will, show him your tits."

Will perks up, grins. "Yeah? You wanna see?"

"No, no, that's ok–"

Hux waves Kylo off. "Just show him, you little exhibitionist."

Will happily puts his food down, and pulls his shirt up, showing off his pierced nipples.

Kylo swallows audibly, clears his throat, says, "I guess that's what you meant when you said telling you apart was easy?"

"Depends what parts of our bodies you look at," Will pipes up.

Hux groans, sinks further into the sofa. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

"What do you mean?" Kylo asks, confused.

"There happens to be some key differences in our anatomy," Will explains, while Hux groans louder.

Kylo's eyes stray from Will's face, and slip down. Will parts his thighs pointedly, making Kylo go even more red in the face.

"His dick's bigger," Hux says plainly, preventing Will from riling Kylo further up. He points at Will, "But not big enough to warrant that smirk on your face."

"I'm very happy with my dick, thank you."

Kylo pets Hux's thigh reassuringly. "You have a very lovely dick."

"Thank you, that's sweet," Hux mutters.

"What do you think about mine?" Will asks.

Kylo looks between the twins, wanting to give as good as he gets, but not knowing if that's ok. "I haven't seen yours."

Will smiles sweetly, "Ari?"

Hux clears his throat and pats Kylo's leg. "You, uhh, you have, actually."

"... Hux. When did I see your brother's cock?"

Hux looks anywhere but Kylo's face, stutters a little, "So, uhh, remember the first time you asked for nudes?"

Kylo gapes. For once, Will doesn't say anything, just looks on as Kylo pulls his phone out and looks at the photo in question. The twins glance at each other, while Kylo processes.

After a drawn out moment, Kylo says, "I see what you meant about the freckles; this is not your hand."

Hux's brows furrow, "It's not my dick either."

Kylo looks a little forlorn, "Would it be bad if I can't tell?"

Hux nudges Kylo's chin, smiles softly. "No, it's ok. You do spend more time with my hands than my dick."

Kylo smiles shyly, still rather pink in the face.

"What do you mean he spends time with your hands?" Will asks. "Is it a sex thing?"

"He likes to suck on my fingers," Hux beams.

Kylo splutters. "Oh, so we're just sharing that? Casually, over dinner? With your brother? Ok."

Will melts a little, "Aww, that's adorable!"

Hux pokes him teasingly, "So the ass eating is fine, but the finger sucking is where you draw the line?" Kylo whines and huddles down, hiding in Hux's shoulder. Hux coos softly, trying not to laugh.

"I do porn for a living," Will offers. "Nothing you do is gonna shock me."

Kylo goes still. "YOU DO WHAT NOW."

"Oh," Will says. "You haven't told him."

Hux shakes his head, "Hasn't come up. I thought you quit, though?"

"I did, but," Will squirms. "It pays better than all the other shit I do. And I like it."

"Camming?"

"No, just photos. For now."

"Hold on, hold on," Kylo interrupts. He looks intensely at Hux for a beat, then, "That's why your nudes look professional! Will took them!"

"Pretty good, huh?" Will says proudly.

"Oh, god," Kylo whimpers. "Will was in the room when ... Will watched you."

"Directed, actually," Will corrects.

"This is not supposed to happen outside of porn," Kylo says in disbelief. "I can't believe this is happening."

Hux rubs his back consolingly. "I did say we were close."

"I thought you were fucking with me because you knew I was into it."

Kylo is a little overwhelmed by the whole thing, and pulls his legs up onto the sofa. He curls his massive body halfway into Hux's lap, and tucks his face into the crook of his neck. Hux isn't fazed and merely welcomes the cuddles, wrapping his arms around Kylo. It's Will's turn to gape. He flaps his arms, gestures wildly and gives Hux a look that clearly says, Why the fuck didn't you tell me this is something your boyfriend does??

Hux rolls his eyes and ignores him, focusing on Kylo instead. "If it's just a fantasy for you, we won't tease you, love. Fantasy and reality are very different things," Hux says gently.

Kylo fiddles with a seam on Hux's pants. "Have you actually done ... stuff?" He asks quietly.

"Not full on sex, no," Will says. "We've talked about it, but we've never ..." he trails off.

"We would need the right partner," Hux finishes. "Someone who gets it."

"We're people, not a fetish," Will says bitterly.

"Hey," Hux says gently, takes Will's hand in his own; runs his thumb across his knuckles. The sudden gravity of the conversation settles over the three of them, and they look at each other with uncertainty.

Kylo is the one who breaks the silence and asks, "I need you to be straight with me. Are you– Is this a genuine offer?"

Hux doesn't need to ask for confirmation. "It is," he says. "It's up to you. If it's just the sex, that's fine, if it's more, that's fine, too."

"Fantasy and reality are very different things, so if it's just a fantasy to you and you don't actually want to, that's completely ok, too," Will adds.

Kylo whispers, "I can have more?"

Will grins, "If you want."

"Holy shit."

Hux brushes a lock of hair behind Kylo's ear, strokes his cheek. "You should think about it. It's a very different dynamic; there's a lot to think about."

"I want a date," Kylo blurts. "With you," he says to Will. "If that's ok?"

"Oh," the twins say in unison. Hux expected it was mostly just a sexual thing for Kylo. That maybe they'd talk about it and plan for them to fool around at a later date, and that would be it.

He glances at Will. Will sits frozen, mouth agape. Hux puts a hand on his knee. "Will?"

"You want to go on a date with me?" Will mumbles. "A real date with like, food and stuff?"

Kylo blushes, but says yes. Will blinks owlishly a couple of times and asks, "I never thought I'd ask this, but Ari, do you mind me going on a date with your boyfriend?"

"If you promise not to run away together, then yes. Also, if you fuck him, please don't pull out all the stops. You're better than me and Kylo is easily swayed," Hux pleads.

"Am not!"

"It's not a flaw, love, you're just subby as hell," Hux consoles him.

"No shit," Will snorts.

–

Hux has to console both parties in the days leading up to the date.

Will doesn't remember the last time he had a date where sex wasn't the only activity, and Kylo is a disaster of a human being who got lucky, and somehow managed to suppress it long enough for Hux to fall for him.

–

Dinner is ... tense. Both of them are so intent on this thing going well. Conversation is a disaster. They keep circling back to the weather, and avoid even mentioning Hux's name, afraid he's the only thing they have in common.

After ten minutes of soul crushing silence, Kylo just says the first thing that comes to mind. "Do you curl your hair or does it just do that on its own?"

Will looks a little startled, but then he laughs. "It kinda waves on its own, but I did curl it a bit, yeah."

"Looks nice."

"Thank you," he chuckles. "I used to do it a lot, back when I did camming full time. It fit the aesthetic I was going for really well. Haven't done it in a while, though, so the back is a bit of a mess."

"You did your hair before getting off?" Kylo asks curiously.

"We're a dime a dozen. When you want people to come back, you need a thing to draw people in; something that makes you stand out. I did the whole curls and frills thing."

Kylo's cheeks go pink. "You mean ..."

"Panties," Will says, just to see the blush spread to Kylo's ears.

Kylo puts his cutlery down with a clatter and runs his hands down his face. He knows he's gonna regret asking, but he can't not do it. "Do you get flushed all down your chest when you get turned on, or is that just a Hux thing?"

"Nope," Will says, popping the P. "I do, too."

Kylo swears under his breath and attempts to dial his imagination back.

Will finally finds his legs, much more comfortable with the topic at hand. "You know," he says conspiratorially. "If you try real hard, you can make me blush all the way down to my ass."

Will loves motorcycles. Kylo takes them to Will's place, where they promptly discard their clothing, two steps in the door.

Naked, in Kylo's arms, Will declares, "I wanna ride you."

Kylo nearly drops him. "Hux says I'm a bad top."

Will directs him to the bedroom. "Let me do the work, yeah?" Will purrs. Kylo is just happy to be there, so he doesn't protest.

They get into bed, where Will proceeds to make Kylo's brain ooze out his ears. By the time they're done, Kylo's legs won't stop shaking, and he's half asleep in Will's armpit. Will could easily go again, but he won't ask for more than Kylo can give. Kylo is deliciously pliant and soft, and Will is petting him gently. "Did I wear you out, sweet thing?" He coos.

"Lil' bit," Kylo admits breathlessly. "Sorry."

"What for?"

"You're still hard."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," Will says sweetly. "I'll take care of it later."

Kylo looks very worn out, so Will doesn't expect it, but Kylo runs a hand up the inside of his thigh, brushes his knuckles against Will's hole and taint, sending little sparks up his spine. Will shivers. "You really don't have to do that."

"I want to," Kylo mutters. He turns his head slightly, nose digging into Will's underarm. He parts his lips, and licks in broad strokes, distracting Will from what his hand is doing between his legs.

Will gasps, moans softly. Will is plenty wet and relaxed, Kylo slips his fingers inside easily. Will melts into the sheets, mutters, "Good boy, such a good boy, Kylo. Oh, god."

Kylo nuzzles his way from underarm to chest, asks, "The best boy?" And latches onto Will's nipple, mindful of the piercing. "The best boy!" Will gasps and throws his head back. He threads his fingers into Kylo's hair, pulling in time with Kylo's suckles.

They really need to sit down and make an itemised list of Kylo's kinks, because Will needs to plan.

Possibly make a shopping list.

Orgasms aren't Will's main priority, so he's not sure what number this one is, but it's definitely the best one. His nipples are painfully sensitive and puffy when Kylo pulls off, and moves to his lips. Kylo makes an aborted move to retrieve his fingers, but Will won't let him. "This is the best part," he whispers into the kiss. For Will, there's no better feeling than to bask in the afterglow, sated and oversensitive.

Kylo happily obliges; moves wherever Will wants him. Kylo becomes a human blanket, easily covering Will's body with his own. Kylo sucks bruises into Will's neck and shoulders. Bruises are really more Hux's thing, but he does enjoy them occasionally, so he doesn't bother stopping Kylo.

"Are you teething?" Will asks teasingly.

Kylo snuffles and stops, runs the tip of his nose over the tender skin. Will cups Kylo's face and rubs their noses together until Kylo laughs. "I get why Ari likes you so much," he says softly. "You're very easy to like, Kylo."

Kylo averts his eyes as much as he can, without moving his head. "I think most people would disagree with you there."

"Most people don't matter, do they?"

Kylo stays quiet.

"Oh, sweet boy, you've been hanging out with the wrong people."

"You're not that much older than me, y'know," Kylo mutters petulantly.

"Oh shush, you love it." Will tugs on his ear till he makes a face. "For future reference, if you're into it, keep the daddy stuff for Ari. I'm not a daddy and I don't want to be."

"Oh," Kylo goes bright red, nods. "I hadn't thought about it."

Will pulls on his ear again. "That's a lie, but we'll work on that. Honesty is important to us."

They stay wrapped around each other for a long time, just breathing each other in. When Kylo is calm and sleepy, no longer red in the face, Will asks, "Wanna call Ari?"

"Yes, please," Kylo mumbles sleepily. He protests a little when Will rolls away. He slips out of bed and retrieves his phone from the pile of clothes in the hall. He thumbs through and makes the call, hands the phone to Kylo before it connects. He gathers the blankets and drapes them over Kylo, before crawling under them himself.

Kylo wriggles under Will's chin and waits. When the call connects, Kylo smiles against Will's chest.

"Hi, baby," Hux's says.

"I wanna do it. I want you. Both of you," Kylo says in a rush, bites his lip.

"Put me on speaker, darling."

Kylo pokes the screen, holds it between them.

"You fucked my boyfriend, huh?"

"Thank you for sharing him with me," Will says and audibly kisses Kylo. Kylo makes a little happy sound. "Wanna come over, spend the night?" Will suggests.

"In the bed you just fucked in? I'll pass, thanks."

Kylo, who appears to have gone nonverbal, makes a mournful sound. "You're welcome to come to mine," Hux counters. "My bed's bigger, too."

Kylo looks up at Will, raises a brow. Will rolls his eyes. "Fine, I'll get dressed. We'll be there later; gotta get the puppy clean first."

Kylo startles himself by making a high pitched squealing sound.

–

Hux's bed is bigger, but they're still three grown men of not inconsiderable size. It's close quarters, but at least Kylo has never been happier. Kylo claimed the middle spot before he was even through the door. Will wore him out, so he's already snoozing between the twins. Hux and Will speak softly. Kylo is tucked under Hux's chin, while Will spoons him.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Hux asks quietly.

"Are you?"

Hux sighs, and buries his face in Kylo's hair.

"We'll talk in the morning," Will says softly and kisses Hux's brow. "Sleep on it."

–

When Will wakes up, Kylo is still asleep. Hux is not. He doesn't appear to have slept much at all. Kylo is snoring softly, held tightly in Hux's arms.

"What're you doing?" Will yawns.

"Panicking," Hux replies, voice hoarse. Will tries to get his brain online, but is mostly just blinking a lot. Kylo snorts in his sleep and it dawns on Will. "You think I'm gonna take him away from you."

Hux very pointedly doesn't meet his eyes. "Not on purpose, no."

"Ari," Will sighs. "Why would I do that?"

"You wouldn't do it on purpose, but you're way more interesting than me, and he's gonna realise that, and you're gonna leave me behind." Hux says, like it's factual and not him spiraling.

"I'm a terrible boyfriend, Ari. You know that."

"You're still more interesting than me."

He's not awake enough for this, but Will powers through determinedly. He untangles himself from the blankets and shift closer, cupping Hux's face, winces inwardly at his bloodshot eyes. "Listen to me, yeah? I want to do this because you're doing it with me. Kylo and I wouldn't work on our own. I'm selfish and I keep people away. You're the soft, gooey glue that's gonna hold this thing together. I'm not doing this without you."

"But what if he thinks I'm boring?" Hux whispers, holding Kylo ever tighter.

"You've got this the wrong way round, Ari. He's great and I'm sure I'll come to love him, but it's not about him. It'll always be you. I'll never love anyone the way I love you. Ever." Will kisses Hux softly. "You're not sharing Kylo with me, it's me and him, sharing you."

Hux sniffles a little and pulls Will closer, so they can kiss a bit more.

"He loves you, Ari," Will says into the kiss. "Even during sex with me, he was still talking about you. Lucky for both of you, I'm not a jealous person."

Hux laughs wetly, "Stop, I get it."

Kylo mumbles sleepily and burrows into Hux's chest, "Shut up, 's too early."

"Sorry, darling," Hux whispers, and kisses the top of Kylo's head.

"It's ten, but ok," Will smiles. He pinches Kylo teasingly and gets out of bed. "I'll put the kettle on. You deal with ... that."

"Why are we up?" Kylo groans. He snuffles and moves around, stretches, only to curl back into Hux. "Missed you." He looks up at Hux, frowns, eyes most of the way closed. "You ok?"

"Yeah," Hux says quietly. "Didn't sleep well, is all."

"You should go back to sleep," Kylo says, and brushes the hair back from Hux's face. He nudges Hux onto his back and inserts himself between his thighs, elbows either side of his head, caging him in.

Hux tries to smile, but it feels forced. "I'm fine. Just thinking."

That's the moment Will comes back. He crawls back under the discarded blanket, steaming mug in hand. "He's afraid you don't love him," he mutters into his tea.

Kylo gasps in horror, "What!? Of course I love him! I--" He looks at Hux; realises he hasn't said it before. He also realises he jumped the gun. Kylo knew it was love after date number two, but he was definitely not supposed to say that already!

"I told you so," Will says. "Tea?"

Hux wrinkles his nose; he prefers coffee. But Kylo takes the cup, drains half of it, and gives it back. "We'll figure it out, ok?" Will says gently. "We'll talk it through. All of it."

Hux's smile goes a little watery. Kylo moves out of the way, so Hux can crawl into his brother's arms. Kylo grabs the cup before it can spill anywhere, and sits back, giving the twins some space. This is the first time Kylo sees the twins together. They've touched in his presence before, but nothing more than hands and a brief hug. It's a little mindblowing the way they fit together seamlessly. No fumbling, no awkward adjustments. Will reaches out for him, but Kylo shakes his head. "You don't have to include me in everything."

Will smirks, "Oh, trust me, I won't. But I still wanna hold your hand - gimme."

Kylo assesses the situation, and carefully inserts himself into the tangle, without sitting on them. Will clears his throat. "Alright, lads, I think the most important part here is that Ari is Baby and should be treated as such. Also, boundaries. Do we have any?"

"You're such an asshole," Hux grumbles.

Kylo raises his free hand, "What if I wanna be Baby?"

"Why did I ever think this was a good idea," Hux groans.

"I'm serious, I wanna be Baby. Hux. Hux, can I be Baby?" Kylo asks.

Will giggles and Hux rolls his eyes. "You already are, love. Will's just being a dick."

"He likes puppy, too, you know," Will points out. Hux looks up at him, brows furrowed. "That was serious? I thought you were joking around."

"Oh no, he's definitely into it."

"In my defense, I didn't know," Kylo pipes up. "Like, at all."

Hux hums thoughtfully. "We'll have to explore that. You've done it before?" He asks Will. Hux gets lost in the logistics, which is what Will was hoping for. With a goal in mind, Hux doesn't get lost in his insecurities as easily.

Kylo goes exceedingly red, as Hux lists the possibilities, until Will catches his eye and winks, which makes him feel less overwhelmed. Already, Kylo feels at ease with Will and seeks comfort with him. He curls into Will, under the arm that isn't currently around Hux.

Hux smiles happily at the sight. He nudges Will and kisses him softly in thanks.

Kylo makes a squeaky sound, not expecting the display. They've hardly broken apart, when Kylo begs, "Do it again. Please, do it again."

"Voyeur," Hux teases, but to Kylo's utter delight, happily pulls Will back in.

Kylo moans softly, torn between watching and wanting to take part. Lucky for Kylo, Hux knows him well. He pulls Kylo closer by the waistband of his underwear, and jams his hand inside.

Will breaks the kiss to see what's going on.

Merciless as he is, Will shoves his hand down the back of Kylo's underwear and goes back to kissing Hux. Getting Kylo excited is easy, and between the two of them, the twins barely have to make an effort before Kylo comes in his shorts.

Getting off is not a pressing concern for them, so the twins let Kylo lie on their legs, while they talk things through some more. "We'll be ok, Ari," Will says softly. Kylo has his head in Will's lap, and Will is running his fingers through his hair.

"I'm starting to believe you," Hux replies, and lets Kylo suck on his fingers.

Will smiles and kisses his ear.

.

x-posted to twitter

kylux who dated as teens, but it crashed and burned. when the worst of the animosity passed, they became friends again. they both have absolutely terrible taste in people and go through one bad relationship after the other.

in their thirties, they're both burned out. after hux's last and final disaster, they make an oath to never date again. it doesn't take long for kylo to get antsy. going on dates has been his main hobby for a long time. being free on friday night doesn't sit well with him. hux suggests kylo take him out. they're friends, so it won't be awkward. they already know each other, so they can both be themselves and hux doesn't mind being kylo's plus one, for whatever nonsense he wants to go to. it takes a lot of effort for kylo to not put his hands on hux. being tactile is a big part of how kylo flirts and even though they're friend-dates and not date-dates, kylo has a hard time stopping. hux has spent a lifetime watching kylo flirt – been on the receiving end as well – and is well aware. he can tell kylo feels bad and tells him to just go ahead and do it. it's not like it's gonna lead anywhere. if touching him makes kylo happy, then why not?

it goes well for a number of weeks. every friday, kylo takes hux somewhere new. they hang out, they have fun (kylo drapes himself all over hux). it's all the fun of dating, without the anxiety of whether or not they're a good match – there will always be another date. the lack of sex isn't a problem, per se. kylo has been single for extended periods of time before. he invests in a couple of new toys; it's not a problem.

until it sort of is.

spending every friday night watching hux suck on bottle necks and tumbler rims makes his mind wander.

"i miss kissing," he says, apropos of nothing. hux raises his eyebrow in question, after draining his glass. "are you a good kisser?"

"if this is you hitting on me–"

"it's not."

hux makes a considering sound. "i don't think i was bad when you and i ... you know. but i'd like to think i'm better now. by the looks of it, you are, too."

kylo grins. "been watching me kiss, have you?"

hux snorts. "hard not to, sometimes. you have no sense of propriety." kylo feels his cheeks heat up. "you're not as aggressive as you used to be. with me."

"yeah, well," kylo clears his throat, "you always complained about that."

"you never did take criticism well."

"you were my first kiss!" kylo says defensively.

hux considers him for a moment and smirks, "your first everything."

"oh, my god, you need to let that go," he groans. "i'm getting drinks. so many drinks – want a refill?"

"yes, please." kylo lets himself take a breather at the bar, but hux is still smirking when he gets back.

"thank you, darling," he says, sugary sweet.

kylo pulls the glass back out of reach, says, "don't pull that with me."

"pull what?" he damn near pouts.

"i never understood how you could do that," kylo says and hands over the tumbler, "hide how much of an asshole you really are."

hux shrugs. "pretending is easy when it's all you've ever done." he tries to brush it off, let the comment slide, but he has never been able to do that; not with hux.

"did you do that with me? aside from the obvious times, i mean."

hux looks at him and he can't get himself to breathe until hux replies.

"i don't think i did, no." kylo sits down next to him; closer than before he got up. hux runs a hand through his hair, says, "i never felt the need to do that with you." before kylo has a chance to reply, hux huffs, "you always saw right through me anyway."

"i don't think that's true. i just saw you." kylo grimaces. he can't tell if it's the alcohol or the countless dates they've been on, but, "i still compare every fucking relationship to us – to you. how fucked up is that? it's been twenty years."

hux looks ten shades of startled and sounds a bit rough when he says, "i don't think that's healthy – wait, what do you mean twenty?"

kylo frowns. "when we met?"

hux has had too much to drink to do math, but he closes his eyes and tries. "twenty. that's– that's a year before we started dating?"

"so?"

"what you're saying is you've been comparing every person you've ever dated to sixteen year old me? is this some– some convoluted way of saying you wanna get back together? you're a lying prick, kylo ren. this is you hitting on me!"

"so what if i am? would that be so bad?" he regrets it the moment the words leave his mouth, but charges on, "i know how stupid that is! i do! we were kids, but no one has ever loved me the way you did. i should've moved on years ago, but when have i ever done what i was supposed to? i'm stupid, hux, you know that–"

"kylo, stop."

"no! i should've told you fucking ages ago! i never should've let you break up with me–"

he doesn't get to finish before he has a lap full of intoxicated ex-boyfriend, enthusiastically trying to suck his tongue out of his mouth. "you're the most stupid man i've ever met."

kylo groans. no one does dirty talk like hux. the last time he had hux in his lap, hux was bigger than him. he holds on as tightly as he can, savouring every bit of it. "you promise?"

"i promise," hux says in between kisses. "no one makes my blood boil like you do."

kylo moans, already counting down the seconds till they'll be told to leave. "come home with me?"

"after only eleven dates?" hux hums. "a bit presumptuous, wouldn't you say?"

"grab your coat."

"what?"

kylo stands up and hux squeals. he bends down enough for hux to reach his coat and leaves the bar, with hux on his hip.

"where are you taking me?" hux asks, surprisingly fine with being carried like a toddler. "somewhere i can take your pants off without getting yelled at."

"i will yell at you," hux points out.

"i sure hope so," he grins.

.

x-posted to twitter

been reading through a hux/techie/kylo fic i wrote on twitter. i think it's the only time i've done the three of them together like this, but it reminded me of an idea i had around the same time, that i never got off the ground. it goes like this,

modern setting, high school AU. the twins, Armitage and William, have always been outsiders. they've been isolated their whole lives and rely on each other for everything. their family moves to the US, when the twins start high school. they're missing a lot of cultural touch stones and paired with their accent, they're ostracised at school.

it's not that different from how it was before. not until Ari tells Will he likes someone. they do everything together, so of course Ari tells him about it. Will sees it as a betrayal. he doesn't know who Kylo is and he doesn't care. it's the two of them against the world, the way it's always been. he doesn't understand why Ari would go and change that — and for a stranger, no less.

it's the first time the two of them have truly disagreed on something. Ari is hurt and doesn't talk to Will for a couple of days. in his own hurt, Will tries to figure out who Kylo is, and what is supposed to be special about him.

there's nothing special about Kylo, other than the fact that he talks to Ari. he smiles when he talks to Ari. Will doesn't like it.

the twins make up, like they always do. neither one of them mention Kylo again. Will wants to know more. he shares two classes with Kylo. if he wants to talk to Ari, surely he'll talk to Will, too.

Kylo is surprised, but talkative, once he gets going. he's kind and interested in what Will has to say. reluctantly, Will has to admit it's exciting to talk to someone he doesn't know anything about. no matter what they talk about, Will usually knows what Ari thinks. he doesn't know what Kylo thinks about anything.

it takes time, but Will eventually tells Ari that he should do the whole Kylo thing. if he still wants to.

Will thinks he will be excluded from it, but he's not. it doesn't matter what Kylo and Ari do, Will is always invited. he feels like he's in a movie. one of those cheesy american ones fromt he '80s, with the malls and the cars and the curfews.

it's not the worst thing in the world. it takes a lot of getting used to, but Kylo is tactile. he touches Will just as much as he touches Ari. the kisses on the lips are reserved for Ari — for now. when Ari lets it slip that Will hasn't been kissed yet, Kylo offers. Will thinks it's stupid; both of them are stupid.

but maybe Kylo wouldn't be the worst person to kiss. he's kissed Ari. Will isn't any different. they probably like the same things.

Will pushes back a little, so Kylo doesn't get complacent. Ari tells him he's being mean. Kylo says it's ok. it excites him a little, that Kylo doesn't push back. that Kylo lets him be mean. if Ari has to have a boyfriend, he could've chosen someone a lot worse than Kylo.

Will tells him as much. Kylo laughs and says thanks. Kylo thinks it's exciting, too. says it's like having two boyfriends. Will bristles at being referred to as Kylo's boyfriend, and makes sure to hide his blushing cheeks.

but they do eventually end up there. being the third wheel is pretty fun, but it's better to share. the world feels right again, when he gets to share with Ari.

kylo, high at a party. he's not out of his mind, but he's also far from sober. he spots hux across the room and wants. he slinks across the room and more or less begs hux to fuck him, breathy and desperate.

hux hasn't had sex before and he can tell kylo is under the influence, but no one has ever shown interest before. he's seen kylo around, but didn't dare entertain the thought.

kylo drags him to a bedroom. hux has no idea what he's doing, but kylo is in that sweet spot where everything feels good. hux knows the basic mechanics, but keeps fumbling, not entirely sober himself. kylo is moaning softly from start to finish. either he doesn't notice, or he doesn't care.

they clean up as best as they can and part ways.

hux thinks that's the end, but a few days later, kylo spots him on campus and comes running. he's sober this time and asks for a repeat. so they do it again. and again. and again. and again.

hux gets a bit better each time, but kylo never comments on how good or bad he is. they meet, they fuck, they hang around in bed for a while and then they part. over and over and over again.

hux is very fond of kylo, but figures that's not what kylo wants. having sex with kylo is a release in itself and hux tells himself he doesn't need more. he's busy with his studies anyway.

their encounters become more and more frequent. kylo holds on to him more and more tightly, the afterglow keeps getting longer, kylo demands to be kissed from start to finish - calls him baby.

hux doesn't know what to do.

hux is not in the habit of telling kylo no, but during finals, he has to. kylo's messages become increasingly desperate and needy. hux finally agrees, despite knowing how worn out he is. he doesn't notice until the next morning - they didn't have sex. they were naked and they were touching, but no one got off; didn't try to. and he stayed the night.

kylo is already awake, waiting for hux to join him. as soon as he sees hux is awake, he's on him in a heartbeat. hux is expecting wandering hands, but kylo only touches his face, craddles his jaw.

i missed you, he whispers against hux's lips. he covers hux's body with his own, as naked as he was the night before. hux's breath catches in his throat as kylo holds him tightly against his body.

stay with me, kylo whispers. stay with me. stay.

please?

.

x-posted to twitter

hux who falls head first into subspace at the drop of a hat

(bonus point if he doesn't know that that's what's happening)

they're tactile friends. kylo mindlessly touches hux's hair while they're watching tv and hux goes all gooey. he leans into kylo's touches, heavy lidded and content. kylo asks about it and hux brushes it off, says that's just what happens when people touch his hair.

kylo is silently amused. he knows exactly what's happening. he cups the back of hux's head and scritches his hair. hux tilts his head back and parts his legs a bit. kylo doubts hux is aware he's doing it. he casually asks if hux knows what bdsm is.

hux mewls softly. he knows what bdsm is, but he's never done it. he's seen some bdsm porn, but he doesn't think it's his thing, he mutters.

kylo uh-huhs and bites back a laugh. hux is slowly fusing with the sofa, eyes closed, lips parted slightly. kylo extends his touches and scritches to hux's neck. it's not about his hair - kylo knew it wasn't - hux reacts the same way when kylo sticks his hand down the back of his t-shirt and rubs the top of his spine. kylo tells him he should put his head in his lap. hux doesn't pause to question it, but does as he says right away. he barely opens his eyes to do it and rubs his face on kylo's thigh, before settling down and curling his legs up toward his body.

kylo didn't expect hux to just ... do it. hux is prickly at the best of times. if kylo had known head scritches was all it took to get hux to agree with him, he would have done it a lot sooner.

hux is pliant. kylo barely has to touch him to encourage him to roll onto his back. hux blinks up at him with heavy lids, completely unconcerned about what is happening. kylo puts one hand low on hux's belly and pets him soothingly; the other he puts back in hux's hair. they lock eyes and for a brief moment kylo thinks hux will come to his senses and hit him - but hux just closes his eyes again and arches his back, asking for more belly touches.

kylo huffs a soft laugh and hikes hux's shirt up, so he can scritch his happy trail. "you're being awfully ... submissive," kylo says pointedly.

hux snorts and swats his chest, either not getting the subtext or not wanting to dignify it with a response. since kylo isn't doing anything untoward, he keeps petting hux, instead of clarifying what he meant. hux tilts his head, trying to guide kylo to a certain spot. kylo avoids it on purpose, until hux starts to whine. "do you want something?" he asks teasingly. hux wiggles his whole body, struggling to form sentences. kylo begins to question if he should continue. it doesn't feel right. kylo stops petting him and removes his hands from hux's body. hux whines softly and asks why he stopped. kylo gently tells him he thinks he's in subspace. hux makes a face; doesn't know what it is. kylo tries to explain it, says it's a bit like being high hux blinks owlishly up at him, says his name.

"mm?"

"am i hard?"

kylo glances at hux's lap. he's rubbing his thighs together. "you can't tell?"

hux shakes his head, looks pinched. "i don't know."

"have you ever felt like this before?" kylo asks quietly and brushes hux's hair back. hux is slow to answer, kylo's hand on his forehead is claiming all his attention.

he shakes his head. "don't think so. maybe. kind of."

kylo laughs softly. "think you can snap out of it?"

"don't want to," hux says and curls into kylo's stomach. "feels good." hux is hard and the fact that he can't tell worries kylo a little. he's seen people in subspace before, but hux is quite deep, considering they've barely done anything. kylo is surprised at how comfortable hux is with him; with this. hux doesn't exactly make a habit of being vulnerable in front of other people - at least not him. hux and kylo are close, sure, but not as close as hux is with phasma. kylo is not the one hux kisses when he's drunk

"tell me if you want to stop, ok?" kylo says. hux nods and mumbles a little. he pulls kylo's hand close to his mouth. they're effectively holding hands and hux nuzzles the back of kylo's hand, lost in the sensation of how kylo's skin feels against his own. it's sweet. kylo smiles and wonders what kind of stuff hux would react to if he ever did bdsm properly. he doubts it would be pain.

it's not something they talk about, but their friend group knows what brendol was like.

kylo runs his free hand over a welt on hux's lower back. hux wiggles his hips away from kylo's touch. he's ticklish. he would probably be into sensation stuff, kylo thinks. like feathers and blindfolds. maybe vibrators. kylo abruptly stops that line of thinking before he becomes hard, too. kylo pulls hux's shirt back down, covering his middle. "you look cute like this."

"like what?" hux asks, face smooshed to the back of kylo's hand.

"curled up in my lap. like a kitten."

hux opens one very judgmental eye and slowly opens his mouth and threatens to dig his teeth in. kylo raises a brow and calmly states, "if you do that, i won't pet you anymore."

after a moment, hux huffs and covers his teeth. "you're no fun."

"no?" kylo challenges and slips his hand up under hux's shirt, running his fingers over hux's side and back, scritching. a shiver goes down hux's spine and he moans softly. he's going pink in the face and down his neck. if kylo were to guess, the blush extends down his chest, too.

hux mewls "please" and kylo freezes, hand halfway to hux's nipples they're hard and showing through his thin t-shirt, practically begging to be touched.

kylo licks his lips. "please what?"

hux makes a string of nonsensical sounds and writhes, but doesn't answer. kylo keeps touching his chest softly, brushing against his nipples every so often. kylo lowers his voice, "tell me what you want, hux. i'll do it, but you have to tell me."

"you," hux mumbles. "want /you/, kylo. please."

kylo gapes. his ears burn. they probably match hux's in colour.

with kylo frozen above him, hux finally opens his eyes. "please, kylo?" he whispers, eyes hooded and dark. in a moment of clarity, hux rolls onto his back, his head still firmly in kylo's lap. with a flick of his wrist he opens his belt and jeans. "please," he says again and drags kylo's hand down his belly.

hux's belly is quivering under his hand. they haven't done this before. they flirt sometimes, but hux has never shown interest.

kylo swallows thickly. hux is looking up at him pleadingly - how is he supposed to say no to that. sliding his hands down hux's belly, down into his briefs feels like the most natural thing in the world; like he's done it a million times before. hux's skin is so warm and soft. kylo curls his fingers around the base of hux's cock and hux doesn't break eye contact. it's thicker than he had imagined. hux makes a soft, wounded sound. his hips buck instinctively; just the once. kylo doesn't know if he should just go for it. this has got to be crossing some sort of line. is he really about to risk ten years worth of friendship?

"kylo, please," hux whispers and grabs kylo's forearm, digging his nails in just enough for kylo to feel it. "i want it."

kylo tightens his fingers and hux melts. he tries his best to keep his eyes locked with kylo's, but the harder kylo squeezes, the heavier his lids become. hux's briefs restrict his wrist, but it somehow doesn't feel right pulling them down. kylo gets a slow rythm going. he can't tell which one of them is more out of breath. he's always had a thing for hux, but he never thought anything would come of it.

hux doesn't know what to do with himself. he clutches the front of kylo's shirt, keening quietly. "god, you're so big. /fuck/."

it takes kylo a second to realise hux means his hand. he glances at his hand, moving languidly inside hux's briefs. "maybe you're just small," he counters, heat creeping up his neck.

hux /wails/ and clamps his thighs tightly around kylo's hand. he's trembling all over, eyes firmly closed.

"yeah?" kylo smiles and bites his lip. he forces his hand deeper between hux's shaking legs. it's a tight fit, but he manages to cup hux's cock and balls. "you feel that?" he says teasingly. "don't even need two hands to take care of you, do i?" hux whimpers and hides behind his arms. kylo drops a kiss on one of his pointy elbows and says, "open your legs."

hux closes his legs more tightly, thighs shaking with the effort.

"hey, now, don't be like that. you want me to touch you, don't you? get you off?" there's a few seconds' delay, but hux nods. "then you gotta open your legs."

"kiss me."

"... what?"

it's muffled behind his arms, but still audible. "want you to kiss me." kylo can /hear/ the pout. kylo pulls his hand out of hux's briefs and nudges his arms aside. hux is biting his lip and peeking up at kylo through his lashes.

"you want me to kiss you?" kylo asks softly. hux nods and tilts his face up shyly. not kissing him doesn't even cross his mind. kylo cups his face gently. he doesn't have to hunch over to reach, hux surges up to meet him. he wraps his arm around kylo's neck, holding on tightly. kylo instinctively wraps his arms around hux's back and neck, supporting him. hux makes a soft sound and parts his lips, wanting kylo inside. hux's lips are so soft and plush against his own, swollen where hux has been biting them. kylo deepens the kiss. he bites hux's tongue teasingly and he whimpers in his arms.

they should have done this ages ago.

hux removes the hand from his hair and puts it back into his pants. kylo laughs softly, but wraps his fingers back around hux's dick anyway. hux sucks on kylo's tongue, while kylo rubs him off slowly.

hux doesn't need much at all before he's trembling and coming in kylo's hand, keening breathily. hux closes his thighs around kylo's hand again, but with none of the strength from before. hux breaks the kiss and hides his face in kylo's shoulder. kylo cradles him through it, praising him quietly. "good job, baby. you did so well."

hux is still half hard, but he whimpers pitifully, so kylo lets go. he scritches hux's happy trail - smearing come everywhere - and pulls him fully into his lap. "feel good?" kylo grins. hux nods and makes a happy sound. he seems more present now; more alert. he digs his fingers into kylo's hair and tugs him down, demanding a kiss. kylo is more than happy to give it to him. "you /can/ be sweet," kylo says against hux's lips, "who'd have thought?"

hux nips his lips and pulls on kylo's hair. hard. kylo breaks the kiss with a laugh and ruffles hux's hair.

hux freezes. "did you just rub come in my hair?"

kylo snorts. "no. rubbed it in your pubes, though," he winks.

hux sits up and looks into his briefs. he glares at kylo over his shoulder. "you're disgusting."

"and you're beautiful."

hux is visibly taken aback, but pushes it down hastily. "don't be daft," he huffs.

kylo smiles softly. he reaches for hux and pulls him close by the sleeve of his t-shirt. he kisses his cheek and rests his forehead against his temple. "wanna do it again?"

hux curls into him and smiles softly.

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x-posted to twitter

back in the day, i wrote a lot of kylux fics on twitter. i'm a longform writer, but my life was too busy for me to sit down and write the way i prefer. i was never happy with what i posted, but i wanted to share my ideas, and twitter was the best option.

i loved all my ideas and i saved them, because i wanted to give them the time they deserved. my life is still busy, so the time is not now, but i'm looking through some of the longer threads, looking for what i can post on here, so look out for that

i tag my writing as #nosecrinklewrites, but i'll make sure to tag the twitter ones as #twitfic so they're easy to find

The purpose of life is to get really into stories that drive you so crazy you sometimes feel the need to throw up from how much you love them

Band AU Clintasha for WIP Wednesday. The year is 2001, they're 18 and 19 years old.

i can't for the life of me figure out if i'm rooting for throuple endgame or not

there are some couples you read fic for and you’re like oh so you guys like didn’t get it

on ao3 like some of these doves aren't even wounded

Ren kisses Hux. It comes out of nowhere. Hux hesitates briefly, but kisses back. Not because he has feelings for Ren, but because he can exploit it. It happens in private. They don't talk about it.

It keeps happening. It escalates slowly, over time. Hux makes an effort to favour Ren, when he can. Not in obvious ways, but in ways Ren can tell.

Hux still doesn't have feelings for Ren, but Hux hasn't taken a lover in a long time. Ren is a good kisser. Enthusiastic. The attention is nothing to scoff at.

Loyalty is a strong currency.

Ren is the type of person who grows on you. He grows on Hux, anyway. The affair feels less and less like a chore.

Meanwhile, Hux is growing on Ren.

Ren didn't kiss him because he had feelings for him. Ren mistakes Hux's attention for attraction and acts on it. Feelings can be exploited.

Both of them are in too deep, when they realise it's too late. They like each other. A lot.

They fight about it, way, way down the line. Who led who on? Who did it first? But at that point, their lives are too entangled to entertain the thought of splitting up.

i miss when all i did was post kylux twitfics

i miss feeling like a part of something

i miss the interactions and attention

i miss feeling like i had a space in fandom

over-psychoanalyzing blorbos is healthy and needed enrichment for the girlies in order to avoid over-psychoanalyzing themselves. like giving a dog a chew toy in order to redirect chewing on its hind legs

forgot how good it feels to get notes on here

Modern AU where Kylo and Hux are years apart. Hux was in his 30s, Kylo wasn't in his 20s yet, when they first hooked up. Hux didn't seek him out. Cliché as it sounds, Kylo really was the instigator. He did it because he could, because he wanted a reaction, because Hux looked at him. Kylo was dying for attention, anyone's attention. It was thrilling. It was hot. Hux taught him everything his peers couldn't.

It wasn't a daddy thing. At the time, Kylo still called his father daddy, when he was upset. Kylo liked to think it wasn't about age at all.

It all came to a screeching halt, when Han caught them - not redhanded, thank fuck. Han made it known there would be dire consequences for the both of them, if they didn't stop immediately. Kylo was still living at home and things were pretty shit as it was. He didn't want to find out what would happen if Leia knew; where she would send him.

Kylo tried to put it behind him. He found more age appropriate people to hang out with.

Based on the gossip, Hux was fine. Bachelor was always tacked on to his name. Seemingly always single. As far as he knew, Kylo was the youngest person Hux had ever been with. There was a sense of pride in that. Kylo wasn't obsessed or anything; didn't seek out information about him, didn't keep up with him - but when he heard something, he listened.

He did what he was supposed to. Grew up, got an education, a job. Went to therapy. He talked about the relationship at length. He knew all the reasons why it was bad, but it didn't change the fact that it was the most exciting thing he'd done in his life.

To be perfectly honest, all the bad things are the parts he misses.

Kylo is 30 when he seeks him out. Hux is easy to find. He hasn't changed much in the interim (grey hair notwithstanding). He doesn't seem surprised to see Kylo, but then again, Hux has always been good at rolling with the punches. The thrill is still there - even more so when Kylo sees the same interest in his eyes. Sees all the attention he still so desperately craves, right there for the taking.

Kylo knows he wasn't ever really in control. Knows how fucked up it was that Hux did what he did. He's not yet as old as Hux was back then and you couldn't pay him to interact with someone in their early 20s, let alone a teenager - and yet.

Maybe it's a little bit a daddy thing. Kylo doesn't remember the last time he called his father anything but his name, but looking at Hux, he feels it right there, on the tip of his tongue.

He wouldn't mind being taken care of. Wouldn't bristle if Hux called him baby. He tried it once; Kylo wasn't receptive. But Kylo is older now. Wiser now.

Kylo licks his lips, exactly like he did the first time. It probably wasn't charming at the time, but it ellicits the same reaction.

A muttered darling and a knowing smile.

i hate when you google a word and some fucking company comes up instead. Do you think you are more important than the english dictionary you piece of shit corporation

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

some of you need to realize that your faves would be having unsafe bdsm sex because they don’t actually know what bdsm sex is, they just want to fuck and also kill each other. you must understand this.

i think the worst thing in the world is seeing two characters with something weird as hell going on between them and you think to urself "wow i love the weird as hell thing these characters have going on between them" and you open archiveofourown.org and find out everyone else thinks they would actually be in a very normal romantic relationship

i both love and hate selling things online. you can have the best interactions with people, and give your items to someone who needs or wants them, which makes me feel a lot better than dumping it at a charity and hoping for the best. i like knowing that my items go to someone who went looking for them.

but then you get the heinous interactions, with people who assume you're glued to your phone. i'm selling a thing and i've been talking to someone, over the course of 2 days, arranging for them to pick it up. the app isn't reliable, so i get notifications about messages very sporadically.

then someone else messages me about the item. i forgot the app updated and now shows if your message has been read, so that's a little bit on me, but i clicked the first notification, thinking it was a text. this person sends me 4 separate messages:

>can i pick it up

>today

>can i

>why aren't you responding

over the course of maybe 5 hours. if they're familiar with the app/website, they know notifications don't always work, but also, this is a site for selling shit. why on earth would you assume people are glued to their phone, let alone their selling-shit-website inbox? some of us are trying to live our lives away from our phones — especially on a fucking sunday.

they didn't even ask if the item is still available.

Having a hyperfixation while being in a depressed episode is so fucking crazy. All Food tastes bad and I can’t bring myself to shower and reading for an assignment sounds like waterboarding but show me a good fic of Boo Boo Johnnykins and suddenly the world is sunny and for Boo Boo Johnnykins I won’t kill myself for another day

"The creator definitely didn't put that much thought into it" well then clearly someone else has to and I think I'm the weirdo for the job

i can't believe they put poor athena back on a cruise ship, let the woman rest

Projecting my physical disabilities onto characters but they're not, like, "cool" ones. Yeah your fanart of that character with a cane looks sick af but I'm giving them my chronic shoulder pain. Bucky Barnes has mild to moderate back issues now

when i started working on my current project in earnest, i made the choice to post it all at once. it's a chaptered story, but i don't want to post it chapter by chapter. i'm happy with that choice, but writing it is taking so much longer than i thought it would. the lack of feedback is hard. i've thought about posting snippets, but i also don't want to spoil anything.

i don't know what the final word count will be, but the story is currently 300k. if i post this thing, and i don't get weekly comments for the rest of my life, i'm gonna be so upset.

“Do you ship...” Buddy I will ship almost anything if I think about it too long. I love love and situations