It doesn't take too long for the shine of married life to wear thin and dull for Kylo like a cheap toy that isn't so amazing one the power pack has died. Kylo had first thought his husband a beautiful hidden pearl but quickly learns that Hux is an irritating piece of grit who calls his amazing powers, simple magic tricks. The more he had gotten to know Hux the less he believes in love at first sight.
Overall Hux was not the type of man he had secretly dreamed of when he was younger. He may be dashingly handsome but not daring. Who would want a sort of sexy nerd, who eats healthily and wears eyeglasses in the evenings when his eyes get tired? Worse still Hux spent a lot of time working with numbers which was dull and not exciting or dangerous like he had imagined his First Order Colonel to be upon first meeting. If the sex wasn't so good Kylo would probably get rid of him somehow.
Hux likes order and neatness and regular routines and goes to bed annoyingly early when Kylo wants to stay up and talk. Hux berates Kylo constantly, correcting every tiny small mistake as if Kylo will be punished harshly by some higher being for them. Hux has high standards and few interests, and talks constantly of the First Order. Hux has an annoying tendency to tell him about his day, even the parts Kylo has witnessed himself.
Kylo stands in the kitchenette chopping a handful of fruits and adds them to the blender, aware Hux likes drinking fruit smoothies in the morning. Hux is into being "healthy" so Kylo does his best to cook the things Hux likes even if it is strange bland food. The daily cleaning is done by droids, thank stars, as Kylo would never have any free time otherwise, trying to maintain Hux's ludicrously high standards.
Kylo has never felt so much peace and quiet and finds himself yearning for disorder and chaos, stifled under the strict confines of the First Order. Perhaps if his upbringing had been different…
Kylo bites into a berry. Maybe he is being too harsh on his husband. Maybe it is the stress of adapting to the ship and his new life as a sort of house-husband that has him snappy and irritable. Deep down Kylo secretly resents how long and hard Hux works when he himself is still cast adrift, barely hearing a word from his Master Snoke in the five months he has been on the ship. Kylo has spent that time training and meditating and learning about the First Order but it is not enough to feel useful.
The General has made him take the mandatory courses civilian wives take to better serve their husbands and ensure they follow regulations. In the evenings Hux helps him wrap his head around the regulations he doesn't understand, often entertaining him with the stories behind the more ridiculous rules.
One thing Kylo learns is that their marriage would have not been permitted within the Empire but that the First Order had been convinced to change regulations or else risk losing a large number of their younger officers. Kylo had never spent much time considering what was and was not permitted, socially or legally on any planet he had visited, only really considering what he was able to do with the force and want he wanted to accomplish. The thought of anyone hurting or punishing his husband was upsetting, no matter how annoying Hux was. At the start of their marriage Hux had been bullied a little by some of his peers but Kylo had put a stop to that quickly, scarring them with his lightsabre. No one threatened his husband anymore.
Kylo finishes the smoothie for Hux and fixes his own plate of flatcakes with syrup. He thinks of Hux, his face pink cheeked and arse bare lying on their bed last night, dressed only in a nightshirt seemingly reading his datapad, but ready and eager to be fucked and wonders how Hux can be so sweet and soft in their bedroom and yet so cold with him on the bridge or when they meet in a corridor, barely a nod of his head in greeting as he passes.
Hux is in the sonic shower, having gotten up about an hour ago, to do his daily exercise. Kylo had almost laughed the first time he had seen his husband's yellow and pink ensemble but quickly learnt the colourful exercise clothes one of the few permitted forms of expression within the First Orders strict dress code. To put it simply it was trendy. Hux of course seemed unaware that trendy and tasteful were not the same thing. Kylo was thankful Hux exercised in the privacy of their quarters, for his arse was sinful in that outfit. The thin material clinging to every curve of Hux's arse. Kylo had interrupted Hux's exercise several times, rutting against Hux, His hands on that tiny waist, grinding his cock in between Hux's arse cheeks and ultimately soiling Hux's sportswear.
Kylo stabs a flatcake with his fork and listens for Hux with the force. It sounds like his husband is finished pampering himself in the refresher. Kylo grabs the cup of smoothie and decides to try his luck today with the redhead. Maybe he'll get a kiss for his hard work.