AN: Inspiration and credit goes to grody-senpai on Tumblr for being my beta on this monster and their wonderful art of kylo wearing suspenders and dancing with Hux that started this whole thing. Found Here, Just replace () with periods: grody-senpai(tumblr)com/post/142271068897/kylo-has-yet-to-make-the-connection-that-the

Pining!Hux inspired by this, replace () with periods: solohux(tumblr)com/post/141548984089

Title comes from Touch by Troye Sivan.

Warning: This is my first fic. Character may be ooc, and this is fanfiction so it's kind of expected. Certain things were left open for the reader's interpretation so you can imagine whatever you want.

I own nothing. Star Wars and it's character's belong to it's respective owners Disney, Lucasfilm, etc. This was for fun, not profit. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

In honor of the completion of the Starkiller Base the Finalizer was hosting a Ball that would take place within a week's time. Representatives of the First Order's allies would be in attendance, as well any First Order officer's aboard the Finalizer. The rest of the crew will be required to remain on duty during the event to maintain the ship.

Hux scoffed. A Ball. In Hux's opinion, having a party during a war was not a good idea. Especially if alcohol was involved, as the crew would not be at their optimal performance if the blasted Resistance decided to launch an attack. Hux would rather save the celebrations until the First Order had won the war and the Resistance was no more. Unfortunately, it was not Hux's decision as Supreme Leader Snoke had ordered the celebration to boost morale, formal dress required of course. There would be one good thing to come of this event at least.

Hux was now currently off duty, on his way to inform Kylo Ren of the upcoming event, as he doubted the insufferable man child had even bothered to read the notification sent to his datapad. Hux did not expect Ren to show up during the celebration at all, instead choosing to stay in his rooms practicing his magic, or whatever it is Force users did in their spare time. The General didn't truly care right now. Hux informing Ren was a mere formality that he was not going to enjoy. At all. Liar, a part of Hux whispered to him. He ruthlessly squashed that thought.

General Hux was pointedly not thinking about the recent development of dreams of a sexual nature about a certain Knight of Ren. Hux buried deep the images of plump lips red and swollen from kisses, pale skin dotted with moles and marked with bruises from teeth and fingers, and his face flushed and twisted in pleasure as Hux took him, as he arrived at Ren's door. He did not want Ren to know of his desires. The General hesitated only a second, stars let him not have heard those thoughts, before reaching for the panel on the wall next to the door to announce his presence.

Before he could though, the door slid open, revealing a sparsely furnished room. He must have used the Force, Hux thought to himself. He steps inside and lets the door shut behind him. Ren's mask was off, resting on the small table off to the side. Ren himself was seated on the floor in the center of the room. Practicing his meditation? At least he wasn't destroying his ship. Hux found himself admiring Ren's features, as the Knight did not often remove that bucket of a helmet, and only realized he was staring when Hux noticed that Ren's eyes were open and looking at him with one brow raised expectantly. Hux pasted a sneer on his face and summoned up whatever anger he could to cover his slip up.

"Ren," Hux said in greeting.

"General," Kyl-Ren, he reminded himself, replied. "Is there something you need? To come here yourself, it must be important." It sounded slightly mocking. Hux wanted to punch Ren in his pretty face, but he resisted the impulse. A smirk lifted one corner of Ren's mouth. Hux resisted the urge to blush. Damn. Are no one's thoughts safe anymore?

"Not when you think them so loudly."

Kriffing Force users, Hux thought and scowled. Hux would have to work on shielding his thoughts. Somehow.

Hux continued as if the last few moments hadn't happened. "I am here to inform you of the upcoming Ball in a week's time that you will be required to attend. Formal dress is mandatory and you will be expected to participate in at least one dance before you leave the event."

A frown seemed to form on Ren's face. "Dancing?"

"Yes, Ren. Why is this a problem? Or do you not know how to dance?" Hux sneered as he replied, deciding to be a little cruel. It wouldn't do for Ren to think the General had gotten soft from, dare he say it, feelings.

The Knight's face morphs into a strange mix of embarrassment and anger, and Hux now understands why the Force user insists on that silly mask whenever he outside of his rooms. Along with his young features, his face is entirely too expressive. Hux admits, reluctantly of course and only to himself, that he likes this fact. Hux tries to convince himself that it is only so he can have an easier time at deciphering when Ren will destroy yet another console when his mood sours. He's not doing a very good job of it.

Wait…No. Does he really not… "Do you not know how? Truly?" Hux asked, and it came out softer than he intended. Ren closed his eyes, sighed softly and, finally, stood up.

"No. My mo-…I was never taught. I was still a child when I became apprenticed to Snoke. I had no need to learn and it was never required of me." He was glaring at Hux a bit but otherwise was calm, if a bit saddened as he said it. Hux briefly wondered why, then reminded himself that if Kylo didn't want to tell him then it was none of his damned business. They have recently become somewhat amicable with one another and the General did not want to ruin that.

"There is less than a week before the Ball. Someone needs to teach you and it might as well be me." The General smiled and his voice took on a teasing quality. "We don't want the fact that the great Kylo Ren doesn't know how to dance to get out. What would the crew think?"

A smirk lifted the corner of Kylo's mouth. "Wouldn't want that, would we?" The Knight stepped a bit closer and his face became serious, the look in his eyes more intense, and Hux's pathetic little heart dared to hope. "And only one person's opinion matters to me."

The General froze and straightened his expression into a cold mask as his heart clenched tight and broke. Right. Of course. How could I possibly hope to think…, Hux thought to himself. Stupid. Foolish. Daring to hope like some…some pathetic schoolboy! Of course he would only care about Snoke's approval, he was Ren's master after all. Of course no else would matter except for Snoke.

Hux's voice was as cold and distant as the expression on his face. "We will begin after alpha shift tomorrow. Be there at the appointed time or find someone else to teach you." With that Hux spun on his heel and left Ren's rooms, letting the door close behind him. In leaving so abruptly, he missed the look of confusion and hurt that crossed Ren's face before closing it off behind a mask of irritation.

Hux navigated the halls to return to his rooms. Stormtroopers and Officers alike scattered in fear from his icy visage and angry steps. He felt as if he were cracking with every step taken and wanted to get inside his quarters before he finally broke. When the General reached his rooms, he keyed the door open, stepped inside and let the door close behind him. Only then, when he was finally and truly alone, did Hux allow himself to break down and cry for what he wanted but could never have.