Note: First part is NSFW. Also, I'd like to thank everyone for their support as I repost this. *hugs* xoxo
He leaned down and captured Rey's lips for the first time. They were soft and moist, and slightly parted from the startled gasp she'd released right before he'd touched his lips to hers. She didn't move for a long moment, unresponsive beneath his mouth, until finally she made a sound of pure need deep in her throat and returned his kiss with a passion and fervor that made him shiver in response.
Rey wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting herself up so that she could press her body against his in its entirety. The feel of her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, even through the layers of their clothes, was exquisite, and their lips parted briefly so that they could share a gasp of pleasure.
Her eyes were hooded as she tilted her neck back to meet his gaze, pupils blown. She was aroused and breathing hard, but showed no fear. It was one of the aspects of her character that had drawn him to her. She was fierce and strong-willed and independent, and it made it all the more meaningful that she would show him this side of her nature.
The bare column of her throat was utterly enticing and he couldn't help but to bend over her and latch onto the flesh. She moaned as he made contact with her skin, dragging his teeth upwards until they rested beneath her ear, and he stilled, breathing in the scent of her body that seemed most prominent in that little hollow. He let out the breath he'd dragged in, ghosting the moist air over Rey's skin and delighting in the way her body quaked as a result.
"Taj…" His name came out from between her lips, barely more than a breath, and her hands reached up to grasp at his collar. She was fumbling at the buttons, trying to undo them.
That drove him wild. The sound of his name on her lips; he just had to capture what they taste like. His mouth crashed against hers once more, and her lips tasted divine. They parted beneath his onslaught, and his tongue swept into her mouth to caress hers.
Never one to give in, Rey pushed against his chest slowly but surely, driving him back towards his bed, even as one of her hands was wrapped around the back of his neck to draw him closer to her lips and tongue.
Finally, the backs of his knees hit his bed and, with a final shove, he was on his back, with Rey sprawled over his chest. Their mouths had disconnected in the descent, but she was quick to scramble back to him, straddling his waist, and plundering his mouth again. One of her hands was bracing herself on the bed beside his head, and the other was drifting over his face and hair, nails scratching at the latter.
The sensation was amazing. He'd never felt anything more delectable. He felt himself growing harder, firmer; surely Rey would notice any moment now…
She sat back, flushed and breathing heavily. Her hands were halfway to his collar again when she stilled and her eyes went completely wide. "Oh," she gasped. "I… is that…?"
He didn't wait for her to complete her sentence, instead flipping her over quickly so that her back was to the mattress and he was leaning over her, her legs spread wide on either side of his hips. He pressed against her with his hips and her eyes fluttered shut. She arched her hips against him in response, experimentally, and he could tell she liked it. The friction, the press, the weight of it… everything about it. He leaned forward again, pressing them more tightly together, and brushed his lips over hers again. "Yes," he finally answered, though it was completely needless at that point. "It is." He slipped his tongue between her lips again, kissing her fully and soundly.
He pulled back and took stock of her dazed expression. It was amazing that he could have such an effect on her, just from the little they'd done so far…
Skimming his hand down her chest and across her stomach, he curled his fingers under the hem of her black training shirt. The other hand ended up against the small of her back, pressed firmly against her overheated skin, and he used it as support for Rey as he lifted her up and quickly whipped her shirt up and over her head. Before she could express her startlement, he bent his head and latched onto one of her nipples, his fingers scraping across her lower back with his trimmed nails.
Rey's head tilted back and she arched her chest towards him, pushing her breast more firmly against his lips and tongue. "Oh my – Taj!" she panted, and he could tell that she was overwhelmed with the sensations he was pulling from deep within her.
"Never felt that before, huh, Rey?" he smirked down at her, and then nipped at her hardened nipple again.
"No," she breathed. She brought her hands up to cup his face, and then lowered them to tug at his jacket. "Off, damn it," she ordered.
Bossy little thing, wasn't she? But he adored it. He adored her.
Pulling back, he quickly divested himself of his jacket, belt, and undershirt. His chest was hairless except for a small trail near his waistband, and he could see her eyes widen noticeably as they tracked the hair down, down, down. After a moment, she brought her eyes back up, higher, and traced the fingers of both her hands over his pectoral muscles, then down to his own nipples. She grinned in delight as his body jerked in response to her tweaking the bundles of nerves, then gasped as his hips slammed reflexively into hers, grinding his hardness against her heated core.
He threw his head back, reveling in the sensation. Rey was so responsive beneath him, and he just wanted this moment to last forever.
Rey's eyes caught on something behind him, and she stilled, her eyes widening in a way that they hadn't before. Before he could ask what had caught her attention, he felt a pair of large hands caress over his bare back.
Kylo.
He just knew it was Kylo. The feel of his callused, powerful hands, brushing over his back, up his sides, past his body and onto Rey's stomach as Kylo pressed against his back… he just knew that it was him without needing to see the light dusting of black hair on the other man's forearms.
The look on Rey's face, how receptive she was of Kylo touching her skin, skimming his fingers over her breasts and against her nipples… held him still. He was captivated – and captive, pressed between the hard planes of Kylo's half-naked body and Rey's softer, smaller one.
Kylo's lips touched his neck, ghosting across the tendon.
He hadn't felt this on fire in years and it was all because of these two – and he'd thought it couldn't get any better than when it was just him and Rey. There was just something so… illicit… about this, and the look in Rey's eyes, smoldering three times as much as before… he wasn't threatened by the other man – he was completely turned on, overwhelmed with passion, to be caught between the two.
Rey reached up with one hand and dragged Kylo around until the darker man's lips were pressed against hers. Her other hand drifted down the front of his body even as he was distracted by the beauty of Kylo and Rey practically consuming each other, but he definitely took note when her hand brushed over his hardened length through his pants, growing bolder as she went. Her fingers slowly worked his button and fly down as he held his breath, eyes riveted on hers where she was holding his gaze as Kylo kissed her.
Suddenly her hand was wrapped around his hard, bare length, and he surged forward into her hand with a gasp and –
Hux sat straight up in bed, panting and flushed and hot and oh, so hard.
"Fuck!" he groaned.
He fell back onto his pillows with another few choice cuss words, throwing one hand over his eyes and wincing at the pain that was blazing through his side. It did nothing to lessen his erection, however – in some ways it made it worse, because the pain brought with it the image of Rey standing over him, fierce as a goddess of war and retribution, protecting him when he should have been there for her. Rey… she was glorious and beautiful and in absolutely no need of his protection. And that was fine by him.
But her body, wrapped around his… that had seemed just as real.
Yet it had all been a blasted dream. Fuck.
Hux willed his body and mind into stillness as he heard footsteps running into his bedroom. The stillness made it possible for him to hear faint breathing sounds coming from the right side of his bed.
Hux cracked an eye open. "Fuck," he said again as he spotted Kylo sitting in a chair beside the mattress. Thoughts of large hands and heated kisses immediately flooded his mind – which in turn did nothing for his state of arousal, even in the presence of this particular person.
Rey had just run into the bedroom as well, and was standing over her Master's shoulder, staring down at Hux with an expression of expectation and joy that was slowly morphing into one of embarrassment but fascination as her eyes trailed down his body in a thorough appraisal.
She blushed and finally looked away, averting her eyes, but not leaving.
Kylo, however… Kylo hadn't taken his eyes off of Hux's bare chest and hardened length – thankfully covered by his undershorts and the bedsheet, though they truly did not hide much – eyes flickering between the two with flagrant heat. Kylo looked thoroughly relaxed, sprawled in the comfortable chair with his legs stretched out in front of him, elbows resting on the armrests and his mask off.
He looked very similar to the way the Kylo in his dreams had looked, relaxed and sensuous and full of heat, and it just made Hux flush even more. Yet he didn't cover himself up. He didn't hide. There was no use, for one thing. For another, it was definitely not in his nature to hide. He was sure that this was all part of Kylo's own nature, anyway; his favorite game to play seemed to be 'make the General uncomfortable,' and he played the game so well sometimes. He didn't even need to say anything; all he had to do was twitch his full lips into that kriffing smirk of his, the one that spoke volumes, and Hux just knew what he was thinking.
However… he wasn't sure if the First Knight had any idea just what had given him this hard-on. He was sure the man could look and see if he so wished, but he sure hoped he didn't. The other man might like to play with Hux, but seeing Hux's arousal for Kylo might entirely repulse him. He had no idea if Kylo was into that sort of thing, and seeing it could ruin their camaraderie and mutual respect. There was a reason he kept some aspects of his personal life separate and private in this military organization.
Hux chose to ignore him, pushing himself up on his pillows until he was leaning – somewhat uncomfortably – back against the headboard and staring at the two Knights gracing his rather private rooms. Kylo, as he'd noticed before, looked relaxed and as if he were enjoying himself far too much, but Rey… she looked almost frantic, disheveled and… worried. That, more than anything, calmed his body down enough that he felt comfortable with speaking, finally.
"What are you both doing in my rooms? What happened?" he queried calmly. "I remember everything up until I–"
"Until you fainted," Kylo deadpanned.
Hux glared, all remaining thoughts of the dream removing themselves from his mind with the frightening alacrity that only anger could bring.
Before Hux could say anything, Rey made a displeased noise in her throat and moved around her Master's chair so that she could sit on the edge of the bed, near the foot. The flush had disappeared from her cheeks but her pupils were blown wide in a way that reminded Hux of his dream. It didn't help that her gaze was flitting back and forth between him and Kylo, assessing the situation and the glances that both men had been giving each other. She looked… Hux didn't know how to describe it, but she certainly didn't seem disgusted.
"General, forgive my Master, he–" she started.
"Hux," he interrupted before she could get any further.
"Pardon?" her eyes met his, startled.
"I told you to call me Hux," he reminded her gently. The smile that graced her lips was well worth the rudeness of the interruption.
"Hux," she breathed his name. "I wasn't sure you'd meant it; not really. I was worried you were delirious or something…"
She trailed off as Hux struggled to lean forward, reaching out with his hand to grip her chin and drag her face gently towards his so that he could look her in the eye. He ignored the pain beating at his senses as he stated, calmly, "I always mean what I say."
Rey's eyes were wide, but she nodded as best she could with his hand grasping her chin, her skin warm and dry against his fingers. Her eyes never left his; never blinked.
Kylo snorted, and the spell was broken. Rey blinked and leaned back as Hux dropped his hand, turning to glare again at the troublesome Knight. "What's so funny, Ren?" he ground out.
"You always mean what you say?" He laughed again, sitting straighter in his chair.
"Tell me a time that I didn't mean what I said," Hux challenged, lifting his chin.
That brought Kylo up short. He stopped laughing as he thought, then finally shrugged.
"Thought so," Hux muttered, turning back to Rey. "You were saying, Rey?"
Rey glanced up – had she been staring at his chest? – and met his eyes again. He liked that about her; her lack of fear in meeting his eyes. So often he encountered officers and troops and citizens alike who refused to look him in the eye.
"Master carried you to his shuttle and we flew you back here. We brought you to your rooms rather than the medbay because… because…" Rey couldn't find the right words, it seemed.
Kylo continued for his apprentice. "What Rey is trying to say is that she felt you wouldn't want to go to the medbay so she suggested I bring you to your rooms and have a droid come and look at you. You're lucky your injury wasn't any worse – actually, what in the Force were you doing down on the surface anyway?" Kylo sneered.
Hux was too busy focusing on Rey's face and the fact that she'd known him – or had guessed – well enough to know that he hated being seen as injured in the public eye. His mind had practically derailed after Kylo had mentioned that tidbit of information. Rey was still meeting his eyes but it looked like she was fighting the impulse to look away, harder than before. Her skin was flushing in an absolutely becoming way, and Hux was again reminded of his dream.
Kylo was continuing on anyway, heedless of the lack of attention the other two were paying him. As soon as Hux heard him mention Rey's name, he broke contact with Rey's gaze and flicked his eyes back over to Kylo. "…of course she didn't want to leave, stubborn girl–" Hux caught Rey flicking a glare at Kylo, "–so of course I stayed here with her, and we trained and meditated while you slept off your fool injury. Damn it, Hux – why couldn't you stick to being a sniper like you'd planned?"
Rey looked even more interested at that, curiosity piqued. "Oh, a sniper?" she queried.
Kylo shot her a look. "No," he replied tiredly, his anger leeching out of him all at once. "Not right now, Rey. There's time enough for that later. You need to sleep. You've been up since the battle yesterday and there is much to do that you'll need to be well-rested for. No, you can ask the General about his past another time."
She looked frustrated and like she was about to open her mouth with a cutting retort – the stubborn set of her chin and shoulders warned Hux of as much – when both Kylo's and Hux's comms lit up, whistling a series of beeps. The exact same sounds were coming from each comm.
"Fuck," it was Kylo's turn to say.
Rey quickly got to her feet as her Master stood swiftly, and as Hux started to struggle from the bed. "What is it?" she asked, worried at the two men's sudden switch in attitude.
"Supreme Leader has called us, likely to provide our report on the attack," Kylo stated flatly. Hux knew the circumstances well enough to know why Kylo's tone was so devoid of emotion; the other man was mentally girding himself for the coming audience with his Master.
Hux stood up, locking his knees against the pain that rushed like fire through his veins. It wouldn't do to fall over in front of either of these two, and it wasn't like he could put off the audience with Snoke. He was absolutely sure that Snoke knew he'd been injured, but had called for him anyway. It was one of the little things that Snoke did to test the loyalty of his strongest and most powerful followers. He'd seen him do it after Kylo's injury on Starkiller, even. His own apprentice had been given no slack; his General certainly wouldn't be.
With the gaze of both Rey and Kylo on him, Hux walked stiffly to his closet, pulling open one of the drawers inside and shaking a pair of uniform pants out. He wasn't bothered by the fact that he was in nothing more than his undershorts, but he was more aware than ever before of their gazes on his body. He could practically feel their eyes roaming over him. He struggled to keep focused on the task of putting one leg through each pant leg at a time, bracing his arm against the closet door for stability.
Buttoning up the pants, finally, he pulled a crisply folded undershirt out from another drawer and quickly pulled it over his head before reaching for one of the hangers housing one of his many uniform jackets.
As he did up each small button, hidden beneath a fold of fabric, he gathered calm around him. It was a ritual that he performed each time he donned his jacket before going on duty; doubly important before an audience with Snoke.
He turned around after a steadying, controlling breath, fastening his belt, only to stop and stare at his bare feet. Making his way to his bed where he spied his boots, he sat gingerly on the edge of the mattress and reached under the bed frame for the knee-high leather boots. He winced as pain stabbed through him, originating from his side, and he stopped to breathe deeply through his nose. He closed his eyes.
A hand on his chest pushed him upright again, and Hux's eyes snapped open. Kylo was kneeling in front of him, boots in hand, his robes spread out around him on the floor. He pulled his hand off of Hux's chest, and Hux could only stare down at Kylo in barely-concealed confusion. He held one of Hux's boots open with one hand, and was already lifting one of his feet into the boot with the other, his fingers burning hot even through the fabric of his pants.
Kylo had to be playing with him. There was no other explanation. Nothing else fit what he knew of the man.
The dark head of hair was bent over its task, and Hux could do nothing but stare in astonishment at Rey over Kylo's head. She looked… intrigued, to say the least. Her face was flushed again, much like it had been in his dream. That cursed dream. And it wasn't only Rey that was calling up flashes from the dream. Kylo being so near, in such a position at his feet, was not doing anything for the mental armor that he needed to maintain for the coming audience.
Fingers skimmed behind his knees, trailing a couple of inches up the inside of his thigh, and pulling Hux decidedly into the present and out of his memories. Hux's gaze dropped down again, only to find that Kylo had finished the task of doing up Hux's boots and was now staring intently up at the redhead, face as blank as Hux had ever seen it. Except for the heat in Kylo's eyes, Hux would have thought he was crazy.
Before Hux could say or do anything, Kylo stood up. He stalked over to the desk where his mask lay, donned it with a click and a hiss, and stalked into the other room, heading for the door to the corridor.
Hux stared after him for a moment, perplexed, and then did his best to stride after the First Knight with his usual confidence. He pushed the pain out of his mind, ignoring it in favor of preparing for the audience with the Supreme Leader; he would need all of his strength for the powerful man.
He glanced at Rey as he passed her. He couldn't risk acknowledging the concern that was radiating off of her features. He needed to be ice; needed to maintain control. He couldn't do that if he looked at her again. He grabbed his greatcoat and hat where they were hung up on a hook by the outer door. He could don them as he walked.
He left her and her concern behind as he followed her Master, clearing his mind. There would be time for all of… that… at a later time.
