Around one in the afternoon Hux finds himself outside Millennium Falcon Gym. Not because he actually intends to spend his Saturday working out [He personally prefers to swim or workout in the privacy of his flat]. Nor is he stalking his boyfriend Kylo. You can't really stalk someone you're dating can you? Anyway he isn't there because he misses him. Because he doesn't, that would be ridiculous, he saw him just yesterday.
No. He's there because Kylo had spent the entire morning pestering him via text, sending him ridiculous, cute messages and snarking about various regular gym goers. Kylo had followed this up with several tantalizing selfies of muscular arms, tight abs, and a firm spandex covered arse along with a gorgeous pic of Kylo with his hair up in braids. Hux had set the last one as his phone background and wanked to the rest in the bath. [It was only polite since Kylo had gone to all that effort].
Of course after that onslaught of sexy photos Hux is unable to refuse Kylo's ridiculous demands to be brought lunch.
So there he is, outside the last place he wants to be, holding the paper bag containing Kylo's lunch close, a chicken salad baguette, and a raisin cookie. In his other hand the heat from a tall vanilla latte is burning through the thin paper cup. He takes a deep breath and pushes open the door, preparing himself mentally for the smell of sweat and dirty socks and the sight of too much jiggling flesh.
He blinks his eyes adjusting to the harsh bright gym lights, and realises it is much nicer inside than he had expected. The entrance is clean and spacious, swathes of white, silver and chrome everywhere. It's both modern and at the same time slightly dated, the design vaguely reminding Hux of something out of Star Trek or that strange period in American design where everything was vaguely futuristic and spacey.
He glances around looking for Kylo and realises that the actual gym area is semi visible behind the frosted glass. To get to Kylo he'd have to clear the reception area first, which is easier said than done given the signs that read members only and the grim looking grey haired man at the reception desk. Hux wonders if he is the boss as he approaches the scruffy looking receptionist [?] wearing a brown leather jacket who is currently petting a large brown shaggy dog and ignoring his duties [and customers].
The old man finally looks up as he approaches. "Welcome. You here to sign up kid? We have a special discount rate for students." The man says eyeing him up and down like a potential gold mine. "We can have you bulked up in months." Hux is momentarily surprised by, he glances at the name tag, Han's American accent. A thought flickers dimly at the back of his mind, but Hux can't recall it.
Hux rolls his eyes. He stopped being a student years ago, yet people make that mistake all the time. "I'm fine. I'm just here to deliver this." He explains holding up the bag of food and the coffee.
"We don't allow food inside sorry kid." Han says sounding not at all sorry.
"It's for one of your staff." Hux replies his shoulder's tensing slightly. It almost seemed that the old man was just itching for a fight, verbal or otherwise.
"Well in that case, leave it at the desk here with me." He suggests rubbing behind the dog's floppy ears. Hux looks at the pool of dog drool growing on the counter, next to the sign that advertises spice supplements. It seems unsanitary.
"I'd prefer to deliver it in person." He says frowning. The whole point of coming after all was to see Kylo.
"You need a signature or something kid? It's just a coffee." Han growls reaching for the food.
"Can't you just call them over for me?" Hux askes pulling the bag back, out of Han's grasp. He looks at the small microphone thing on the desk which was seemingly connected to a building tannoy system.
"Fine." Han shrugs. He clearly has nothing better to do. "Who you after anyway?"
"Guess." Hux replies automatically a smirk on his lips. [He's probably going to end up banned at this rate. He doesn't care though].
Han tilts his head assessing for a moment. "Your coffee cup says princess but my wife doesn't work here."
Hux sighed moving his fingers from where they covered the name he'd written on the cup as a joke. "It says prince actually. Does tall, dark and handsome ring any bells?" He asks giving the man some clues. He recalls something Kylo had mentioned before. "And your favourite employee?"
"Right. Gotcha." Han nods turning around and yelling over his shoulder. "Finn your coffee's here." He calls turning to the small café/frozen yoghurt stand Hux had failed to notice in the corner of the entrance. [Of course they had their own snack place and of course Kylo still made him deliver here].
Hux's eyes widened further as his former employee Eight-Seven appeared to the left of the old annoying guy. "What the hell are you doing here traitor?" He asked glaring intensely at the younger man. "Phasma has been worried sick about you! Would it kill you to call her once in a while?"
"It's Finn now." Eight-Seven says giving him a whole lot of attitude for someone in a stupid orange jacket. "And I'm not coming back to the Dark Side no matter how good your coffee is." He says as Han puts a hand on Finn's shoulder protectively.
"Attaboy Finn." Han interjects obviously pleased Finn wants to be on his side. He looks a little smug and again that look is slightly familiar.
"What? No I don't care where you work." Which is true. He's hardly thought of Finn at all since he left. "But you don't have to be a dick to Phasma. She's practically your ma." He says trying not to feel hypocritical given his own parental issues.
"I'm in charge of my life now, not her." Finn replies shooting Hux a glare before returning back to serve a customer in the café. Hux decides he's letting Phasma know all about her wayward brat as soon as he gets back to the coffee shop.
"You heard him now beat it." Han growls. "Let's not start a war here."
Hux sighs again. "Like I said. I'm not here for Finn. I brought this for Kylo. Kylo Ren." Hux explains wondering worriedly if Kylo had been lying to him about having a job. If he had he was going to get such a pounding.
Han's face changes at those words his face relaxing. "Oh you meant Ben. Well why didn't you just say so?" He leant over and turned the tannoy on. "Ben one of your weird pals is here with lunch so get your arse to reception pronto son."
"Affirmative." Kylo replies moments later his voice metallic and cold over the speakers.
"So are you in Ben's little band?" Han asks awkwardly as they wait for Kylo to arrive.
"It's Kylo and no." Hux replies deciding his and Kylo's relationship is none of his business. If his hands were free he'd be scratching at his palms. Instead he stares at the glass doors and waits for Kylo to arrive.
Han scratches his stubble and stares at him. "What's your name by the way kid? I'm Han Solo." He licks his dry lips. "Ben mention me at all?" He asks looking curious.
Hux shrugs. "I'm Bren." He says because it isn't quite a lie, even if nobody calls him that. "You gave him that car right?" He says unsure what to say to Han. "It's nice." He shrugs again his eyes lighting up as he spots Kylo striding towards them. Thank fuck he thinks as he is saved from making awkward small talk.
He changes his mind as moments later a grinning Kylo picks him up, and holds him tightly in his arms.
"You're all sweaty." Hux complains, secretly enjoying himself. Kylo puts him down gently.
"I wasn't sure you'd come." Kylo says his cheeks slightly pink.
"Of course I came. Your texts were too good to resist. Now put your coat on you look indecent!" He says his eyes transfixed on the thin dark material covering Kylo's lower half.
"Ben. You're wasting your lunch hour." Han interrupts leaning against the desk his head resting on his hand as if he is used to Kylo's strange antics.
Kylo turns noticing Han for the first time. His cheeks turning redder. He nods. "We're going." He says pulling his coat on and Hux to the door.
"Good. Some sunshine will do you good. You look like a vampire." Han calls behind him.
"Your boss is a dick. You should quit." Hux tells him as soon as they're outside.
Kylo laughs and takes the coffee from Hux's hand. He holds his now free hand in his. "Let's go to the park again."
Hux nods and leans against Kylo's arm. "So I was thinking I should bring something when I come to lunch tomorrow. Do your parents like wine? I have some excellent vintages in my collection…"