Pre-TFA Kylux, young and inexperienced, already stupidly attracted to each other - and also in deep denial about it. They get sent on an undercover mission to a potential vassal planet, where they are ambushed by an armed group of Resistance sympathizers.

It’s impossible for Kylo to ignite his ‘saber, or to use the Force without alerting the whole town to the FO’s presence. Hux gets in a few blaster shots, but it’s clear that they’re outnumbered. Cut off from Kylo’s shuttle, they are forced to flee on foot,

sprinting down meandering alleys and slipping through backstreet markets to shake their pursuers.

They duck into a small alcove hidden behind a fruit cart.

Luckily there’s a canvas curtain hanging over the doorway, obscuring the tiny storage room that’s just wide enough for the two of them to fit. Hux feels a spark of static electricity nip at his skin as Kylo shrouds both of them with the Force, shielding them from their pursuers.

“Quiet,” Kylo says. Like Hux was making any sort of /racket/. Like Kylo wasn’t the one who sticks out like a sore thumb, with his ridiculous features and ridiculous hair and even more ridiculous body, impossible to hide even under a cloak.

“You aren’t inconspicuous either,” Kylo hisses and Hux would snarl: ‘Get out of my head!’, if he wasn’t still trying to catch his breath. “Not too many redheads running around ready to shoot New Republic agents on sight.”

He is right, of course.

Hux’s hood had slipped off in a careless moment, their cover instantly blown. Guerillas won’t recognize the lost prince of Alderaan, but they certainly will recognize the General with the fiery red hair who stares down at them from propaganda posters and holo projections.

The sound of footsteps running down the street makes both of them jump. Hux digs his fingers into Kylo’s arm - a warning to keep still - and Kylo’s reaction is to immediately flatten both of them against the wall.

He is hunched over Hux, as if trying to make himself appear smaller and cover Hux at the same time.

Hux holds his breath. The footsteps outside pause, then start again.

Fading.

Above him, Kylo exhales through his nose. Warm breath tickles Hux’s cheek and he almost startles at the sensation. He didn’t realize how close Kylo is. Too close. He is bracing himself with one hand on the wall next to Hux’s head, their chests almost touching.

Hux can see his throat working as he swallows, can count every little mole on his face. It’s a curious, compelling and handsome face, too often hidden under metal and chrome, and Hux could claim he’s never noticed how plush Kylo’s lips are, but that would be a lie.

Hux’s head is spinning. He is burning up under his cloak and the plain civilian clothes he’d been forced to put on as disguise. The tiny alcove suddenly feels even smaller and Kylo seems to fill the entire space, looming large and warm and solid.

Hux thinks he can hear his own heartbeat, hammering against his ribcage. Wishes he was wearing his uniform. He feels disconnected from reality like this, dressed in nothing but a light tunic and trousers, lost on a foreign planet, trapped in a tight space with Kylo Ren.

Kylo Ren, with his stupid expressive face and dark eyes, Kylo Ren, whose big hand is now on Hux’s hip, pulling him close, closer, gently but firmly, leaning in to press his nose into the juncture of Hux’s neck and shoulder.

Kylo /inhales/ and heat unfurls in the pit of Hux’s stomach. Kylo’s breath is hot and sweet, damp on his cheek, his neck. The heat is now creeping up towards Hux’s chest, unstoppable.

“Hux,” Kylo breathes, his voice barely more than a soft whine.

“No,” Hux says weakly. It’s a feeble protest, he knows the second it leaves his mouth. If the tremor in voice wasn’t a dead giveaway, his unfortunate erection certainly is, his cock is hard in his thin linen trousers, pressing against Kylo’s left hip.

Kylo stills. Then, slowly, very slowly, shifts his weight against Hux in the small space. The movement brings their groins together, and—

“Oh,” Hux breathes, eyes going wide. “Oh. /Ren/.”

Kylo is big. So big.

Hux can feel his cock, thick and hot, the swell of it substantial even through the many layers of Kylo’s clothing. Hux wants to touch it. Feel the heavy, silky weight of it in his hand. In his mouth.

In response, Kylo licks his neck and the last shred of Hux’s control dissipates under the heat of his mouth. He is lost, hips arching forward as he melts against Kylo, thighs falling open to let Kylo fully press between them.

Kylo’s cock slides against his and Hux makes a noise he’s not proud of. It’s somewhere between a whimper and a moan,and absolutely pathetic. He clamps a hand over his mouth before it spills from his lips,biting his fingers to silence himself as Kylo begins to thrust against him.

“So good,” Kylo whines, rolling his hips and squeezing Hux’s with both hands. “You feel so good, Hux.”

“Shut up,” Hux groans. He can feel his control slipping away with every second, with every thrust of Kylo’s hips.

He can’t allow Kylo Ren to have this much power over him, he can’t.

Kylo is nothing. Nothing more than an attack dog, Snoke’s misbehaving puppy. Kylo should be trained and controlled, not rewarded for bad behavior,

and he certainly shouldn’t be allowed to take liberties with the highest ranking officer of the FO. It’s petrifying how easily Hux’s body reacts to his touches,how his warm baritone is making Hux shiver -and when did he start to think of Ren’s voice as ‘warm’ instead of grating?

But /fuck/, it feels so good. That big cock, rubbing against his. Kylo’s shoulders under his palms, broad and strong. Kylo is untamed, but Hux could harness that raw power, that unparalleled stamina.

Hux should be the one who brings him to heel, the one who owns him.

Not his Rebel scum family, not Snoke, not anyone else.

Kylo Ren should be his.

(aaand tbc, hopefully this weekend! )

(!)

Kylo Ren, his.

Sounds excellent, Hux thinks, tilting his head so Kylo can suck on his earlobe some more and place fervent, biting kisses along his jaw. Excellent in theory, that is.

The truth is, despite having a plethora of ideas about what to do with Kylo, Hux barely has experience beyond sucking cock and a quick fuck on his very first shore leave. A rough, drunken romp with one of his fellow lieutenants after one too many cocktails at a Nar Shaddaa dive.

But Hux loved taking that cock up his ass, and is more and more sure that he would love taking Kylo’s too. More than that lieutenant’s, even. Deep down, he knows that Kylo could fuck him better than anyone else, and the thought is infuriating.

If Kylo is thinking about fucking Hux’s ass, Hux can’t tell. The only thing he seems to be concerned with right now is rutting mindlessly against Hux, seeking more and more friction with his hips, all the while snuffling into Hux’s ear like a big, hungry beast.

Hux can barely breathe. He is trapped between the wall and Kylo’s bulk, which is just as solid as the brick against his back, all hard muscle and flesh. An image flashes into his mind: him in Kylo’s bed, face down and ass up, hands struggling to find purchase on the sheets

as Kylo fucks him from behind with animalistic abandon, his big hands gripping Hux’s hips hard enough to bruise. Making him take it, ignoring Hux’s whimpers and cries.

Ruining him for anyone else.

/Oh, kriff./ He can’t— he mustn’t let these fantasies overwhelm him. But it’s getting increasingly hard to dismiss them, with Kylo’s cock right there, hard and big and /real/, pressing against his own, begging for attention. Hux’s attention.

Hux turns his head to hide a moan into Kylo’s neck, and he reaches out without thinking, sliding his hands down Kylo’s back to grab his ass and pull him even closer, between his thighs.

All of it. He wants to feel all of it.

Kylo groans, the rhythm of his thrusts turning uneven. His mouth is moving on Hux’s neck, then across Hux’s cheek, hot and wet, forming incoherent words that turn into kisses.

“Fuck,” Kylo pants, his large frame shuddering all over. “Hux. /Hux/. I’m—“

“Shh,” Hux whispers. “Stars, Ren, if you give us away. I’ll kill you myself, I swear—“

And then Kylo’s lips are on his, and Hux would never tolerate such insolence, but now Kylo’s mouth is muffling both their moans,

and that is good, Hux thinks as he closes his eyes and kisses back, because he isn’t sure that he can suppress them anymore.

Kylo’s cock is rubbing against his at just the perfect angle, the slide and press of it devastatingly delicious, every thrust of his hips setting off sparks behind Hux’s eyelids.

There is the familiar tingle in his toes, at the base of his spine, and Hux realizes he’s going to come into his trousers - but it’s too late because it’s already happening. Pleasure is spreading in a hot flush up and down his body,

focusing in the center of his groin for a moment before it explodes, and Hux moans, fingers digging into the hard flesh of Kylo’s ass, his head thudding against the wall as his come spurts against the fabric of his underwear and breeches.

Kylo is still moving frantically against him. His thrusts make the wet fabric scrape across the sensitive head of Hux’s cock, and Hux shudders, whimpering as he feels more wetness spread across his shaft, his balls, his pubic hair.

Kylo is groaning softly into his neck, his hips stuttering in involuntary convulsions as he rides out his orgasm. Hux thinks about Kylo’s cock in his leggings, fat and still flushed, covered in sticky wetness.
Hux hasn’t even laid eyes on it and yet here they are.

The air in the small space is now heavy with the smell of sweat and the scent of come. And there’s so much of it, Hux realizes,mortified.His too, in what seems to be an unusual amount, but most of it Kylo’s. It’s soaked through his leggings,and Hux can’t help but marvel at this.

“We should… uh—“ he mumbles. He can’t seem to find the words, his brain still reeling with pleasure.

“...Head back to the shuttle,” Kylo finishes. Doesn’t move, though. His nose is pressed against Hux’s sideburn. Big. Warm.

Something tickles Hux’s cheek, and through the haze on his mind he realizes: Kylo is nuzzling him.

It’s not easy to gather his wits together while Kylo’s nose and soft mouth is caressing him with surprising gentleness.

After what seems like long minutes, Hux nods, and Kylo carefully pushes the canvas curtain aside to peer outside.

The street is deserted.

Hux has no recollection of the way back to the shuttle. It’s almost night on the planet, two moons glittering in the inky black sky. They make haste, slipping through the streets, shielded by their cloaks from prying eyes.

Underneath their cloaks, Kylo’s hand is gripping his.

(and I like to think by the time Hux regains his wits, he’s back on the Finalizer, being crowded against the wall of the refresher by a /very/ naked Kylo Ren, both of them still trembling with adrenaline and pent up need, kissing hungrily while Kylo’s large paws knead Hux’s ass.

Then Hux finds himself on his hands and knees ten minutes later, biting down on a pillow to stifle his moans as he is dicked down by the biggest cock he’s ever seen, so hard his thighs are shaking)

(aaand ty for reading! )