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Imagine Poe running from stormtroopers and barging into some sort of pleasure house and through the random door inside saying something like, 'Sorry, it's a state of necessity.' And then when he looks at the bed, there is Hux, nicely tied up and gagged.
And Poe just stares.
"General. I think it will please you."
Hux turned around on the chair and almost winced when Poe was pushed on the floor. Dameron's hands were cuffed on his back, so he struggled to keep his balance and almost fell on Hux.
Armitage resisted an urge to kick him. Instead, he glanced down at Poe and lifted his chin with a tip of his boot.
"My my..." He hummed, "You don't look well, Commander."
Dameron glanced up. There was blood on his face, blood and bruises. Hux wanted to strangle him. Bloody idiot.
"General Hugs!" Poe grinned. "Fancy seeing you here!" He winced and coughed out blood.
"Leave us."
"But... Sir, it's..."
"Now," the captain left.
"Thank you, Galaxy. It's you." Dameron breathed out. "I had a hell of a day."
Hux scoffed.
"Don't thank too fast," he hissed. "What are you doing here, Dameron?"
"Aw and here I thought you missed me... Can you? Um, uncuff me?"
"No. I don't think I will.
"Hux. It hurts."
"Suddenly you do know my name? Good. It should hurt. Maybe you will finally remember to stop risking your life in the stupidest way."
Poe rolled his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his forehead into Hux's knee.
"I am exhausted," he murmured. "Armitage..." Poe moved a bit closer and placed his head on Hux's lap. "I missed you."
Hux stared at him in consternation. What a sight. Poe Dameron laid down under his feet and acting like a domestic cat. On his knees. Willingly. Well... More or less willingly.
Poe smiled amused to himself and glanced at him.
"Having a power trip of your life?"
"Don't flatter yourself," Hux answered a tad too fast. He sighed and touched Dameron's hair. "What are you doing here, Dameron?"
"Is that an interrogation? I won't tell you anything. Unless..."
"Unless?" Hux frowned.
"Unless you will give me a kiss."
Hux snorted.
"Idiot." Hux leaned down and unlocked the binders. Poe groaned and slowly breathed out.
"Thanks." Instead of standing up, Poe leaned closer, again placing his head on Hux's lap. He wrapped his hands around Hux's leg.
"What are you doing, Dameron? Get off. You will get blood on my uniform."
"Give me a sec," Poe mumbled. "I am tired." Poe runs his fingers on the leather of Hux's boots. "Always liked them." He hummed.
Hux glared at him.
"Are you done?"
"No." Poe smiled amused. He sighed and straightened his back.
"What are you doing here?"
"I missed you."
"If this is the only reason you got yourself captured, I will shoot you personally.
Dameron smiled.
"No... ah... I had a... mission, and it went bad. Really bad. And here I am. But I am glad you're here. It's not really your scene, huh? Why are you here?"
"Inspection. Ren sent me away."
"Does he suspect something?"
"No. No... He just hates me. It's convenient because he also thinks less of me, so it's much easier for me to operate."
Poe hummed and slowly stood up, leaning on the desk.
"I have to go back to the base."
"Oh really. How, pray tell, do you want to do that? You can't afford compromising my position."
"Yeah... I have an idea, but first." Poe leaned and kissed him. And before Hux could push him away and scream that it is too dangerous, the door opened and the captain stood in the frame.
"Sir, there is a..." He froze. Before he could comprehend what was going on, Hux had a blaster in his hand. The shot went clean through the captain's chest. Poe cursed, moving back, but before he could turn around, Hux handed him a blaster.
"Guards!" He screamed, and Poe cursed again.
"Shit."
"Get yourself together, Dameron," Hux hissed.
"B...but..."
"Guards! Take me hostage."
Poe grabbed him, breathing in and putting a blaster to Hux's jaw. Hux rolled his eyes.
"Harder, Dameron, I am not a teacup."
"Yeah... Right. Alright." Hux rolled his eyes and tried to kick him. "Hey!" Poe grabbed him firmly and pushed a blaster into his jaw. "Stop it!"
"What?" Hux struggled and managed to stick his elbow under Poe's ribs.
"Fuck. Agh... You." Poe grabbed his arm. "Cooperate."
"Make me." Hux managed to take out his dagger.
"Fuck. Hey, no. No no no... You are not serious." When the blade almost cut him, Poe hit him with a blaster. Hux fell back on the desk, wiping out blood from his face. "Shit. Sorry."
Hux let his coat fall down his shoulders.
"Now, Dameron." He grabbed Poe's shirt. "I am the General of the First Order, and you are taking me hostage to leave this place. Act accordingly or we will both die." He touched Poe's neck with a blade. Poe grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer to himself. Hux winced. The blaster pushed under his jaw painfully hard. Stormtroopers ran into the room, and Hux breathed out slowly. "Do as he says!"
_^_^_
Hux leaned on the cold wall of his quarters. He signed when his data pad clicked.
"Hey... You alright?"
"I am Dameron."
"Yeah? You don't look like."
"It's just bruises." Hux said. He was exhausted. "The investigation is closed. You killed the Captain. Took me hostage and left. I managed to jump out of the ramp last minute."
"I am sorry."
"You did good." Hux sat down, unzipping his uniform. Poe smiled amused.
"I should have taken you with me. I... I would give up everything to have you here now."
"Don't be stupid."
"Too late for that."
Hux smiled amused.
"Dameron."
"Yeah?"
"It was good to see you."
Poe smiled brightly, and Hux thought that he would gladly die for that smile.
Pryde stared at the severed head on the table, heart hammering in his chest, there was blood smeared on the glass. He clenched his jaw and glared at Hux furiously. They both stayed behind after the Supreme Council meeting. Hux was looking at the wall, impassively, unable to meet Pryde's eyes. Pryde jumped to his feet and rushed to the other side of the table. He grabbed Hux's jaw and forced him to look at the table.
"Look. Look!" He hissed. "Do you want to end like this?"
Hux winced, trying to get away, but Pryde held him firmly.
"Let me go." Redhead forced out.
"No. No until you promise you will stop. Out of all the reckless things you could do, you picked the worst one. You have to stop."
"Or what?"
"Or you will leave me no choice."
Hux snorted.
"Why not report me now? Or kill me right away? It would save you trouble."
Pryde sneered and let go of his jaw. He grabbed his collar instead and pulled him up to his feet. Hux looked at him, surprised.
"With your cat's fur still on my uniform?" Pryde spat out. "With your bite still on my neck!? No, I don't think so."
Hux clenched his jaw. He looked no better than if Pryde slapped him, and the slight flush that crept up his cheek didn't help. He stared at the severed head, refusing to look at the man in front of him.
"Take a good look, Armitage." Pryde pointed at the table. "And don't expect me to care if your head will be on that table one day!"
They fell silent. Pryde was trying to compose himself, and Hux stared at him with eyes wide open. Pryde avoided his eyes and looked at the wall.
"Did you feed Millicent?" Hux asked just above a whisper. Pryde stared at him in disbelief. He huffed, massaging his forehead and kicking the nearest chair. Hux winced, taking a step back.
"Yes, I did." Pryde mumbled, leaning on the table. "Yes, I fed the damned cat! If I were blind and deaf, she would find a way to pry food out of me."
Hux nodded. He slowly put his hand on Pryde's shoulder and then let it slide along his back. He opened his mouth but closed it, not finding the right words. He left the room.
Pryde stared at himself in the glass tabletop. He grabbed his hat and left, not looking back, too scared that the dead eyes staring at him would be Hux's eyes.
Flirting during interrogation is probably not very smart, but what do I know?
1/2 | 2/2
Dameron cracked his eyes open and took a shallow breath.
“Poe.”
“Hux…?” He whispered, looking at the redhead. He smiled. “Hi. They fucked up my face.” he complained.
“I will tell them to avoid it. We wouldn't like the world to suffer such a loss.”
Poe chuckled and winced.
“Everything is spinning.”
Hux dragged his chair closer to Poe’s and sat down. They were sitting knee to knee.
“They drugged you. Something you would expect if you had proper training.”
Poe laughed weakly.
“It’s not that I didn't expect it. It just… hit harder than I thought. I think… I might have told them I love you and that we had amazing sex.”
Hux snorted.
“I hope you didn't get into details.”
“I think I did. You should have seen the man's face. He was blushing.” Poe murmured, leaning forward. His head fell on Hux's shoulder. Hux shook his head in disbelief.
“You will ruin my uniform.”
“You were right. They didn't prepare me. Not for this.” Poe said quietly. Hux wrapped his hand around his waist. Dameron closed his eyes for a moment. “I am scared.” he sobbed. Hux shushed him gently. “General.” He whispered, pressing his forehead into Hux's neck. Redhead smiled, amused.
“Nice try, Commander. I almost fell for it.”
Poe smiled against his neck.
“It's always worth trying, right?”
“Indeed.”
“Would you do something for me?”
“That depends.”
“If I won't sleep again, I might go mad. Just one night.”
“That's a big ask. You got me in trouble, Commander.”
“I am sorry. I really am.” Poe slowly pulled back to look at him. “I wasn't… coherent enough to understand what I was saying.”
“And yet you managed to not disclose any valuable information.”
Poe smiled, amused.
“Yeah. Maybe my training wasn't as useless as you think?” He leaned back on his chair and sighed. “I miss your bed.” Hux snorted. “And those strawberry protein shakes. Are they listening?”
“Of course”
“Hey! I wouldn't terribly mind a strawberry protein shake! Who knows, maybe I will tell you something after that? These things are magical!” Poe grinned, looking at Hux, and General snorted. “You have terrible customer service here, Hux.”
“Oh? Would you like to give me some pointers?”
“Yeah. How about: Less beating, more food?” Poe gasped. “That's why you are so thin, right? They don't feed you enough. Blink twice if you need a ride out of here.” Hux tilted his head to the side. He liked to think that he knew Commander Dameron well by now. From his experience, the boldness was usually a mask to cover his distress. Poe Dameron was a fascinating creature. “What about that sleep?”
“Ah, I am afraid that the agent supervising your interrogation is not particularly fond of me.”
Poe snorted his shoulders sagged a little, and he kept his eyes on the floor.
“Has anyone ever been?”
“You tell me, Commander.” Hux chuckled, and Poe crooked a tired smile. Hux patted his knee standing up.
“Good luck. Do let me know if you need anything else.” He leaned slightly forward, and Poe looked at him, his eyes stopped on Hux’s unbuttoned collar and silver chain around his neck. Dameron looked at him, surprised. Hux smiled. “Until later, Commander.”
Poe opened his mouth and closed it when Hux turned around to walk out.
“Armitage?” He whispered staring at the General's back. Hux felt an urge to turn around, but he didn’t. He was well aware that one should never turn around while walking out of hell. He left the room, pulling the coat over his shoulders.
He had a spy to rescue.
When a resistance spy is found in your room naked, the suspicions are probably justified.
1/2 | 2/2
Hux sighed, tilting his head back. It wasn’t often that he found himself on the opposite side of the interrogation room, but here he was: sitting on a chair in front of a FOSB agent who was slowly looking through something on his datapad. Internal investigation, like if he hadn't had enough troubles.
“Let me summarize it, General.” The FOSB agent glanced at Hux. It was the third hour and probably the tenth summary of yesterday's events.
“Please do.” Hux suppressed a yawn.
“You retired to your quarters after reporting to the Supreme Leader around 9.00. Commander Poe Dameron finished his shift at 9.30 and decided to pay you a private visit. It was well in character for him since you two were having an affair for roughly a year, against First Order protocol.” Hux almost rolled his eyes. “He stayed in your quarters for almost an hour and a half. At 10.50 you sent a distress call through your personal comm, saying that Commander Poe Dameron is a Resistance spy and he attacked you. Is that all correct, sir?”
“Yes.”
“Security that arrived first reported that Commander Dameron was found unconscious, naked, and with minor face injuries. You, on the other hand, were perfectly well.”
“Correct.”
“What happened between 9.30 and 10.50 between you, sir, and Commander Dameron?”
“I thought you were an investigation specialist.”
“We want to be as accurate as possible. And you don't have reasons to lie, at least I hope so, General.” Hux smiled unamused and stayed silent. “There are also… cameras in your office that were damaged. One might say purposely.”
“One should be careful with these sorts of accusations.” Hux hissed.
“I am sorry, sir. We are on the same side, the Bureau simply must make sure that you were not compromised, given the proximity that you had to the spy.”
“I am well aware of the purpose of this interrogation, agent.”
“Interrogation is too big of a word.”
“It's the right word. That's the one use in your internal regulation regarding this sort of circumstance.”
“Then you understand how vital it is, so we know what happened. Sir.”
Hux would gladly punch this man. Repeatedly.
“It was a private meeting as you said. Commander Dameron was naked because we were about to have sex. His minor facial injuries are due to the fact that I hit him with a blaster three times when he was on his knees. He was naked and, on his knees, because he tried to kill me and underestimated my ability to defend myself. Are these enough details for you, agent? Or should I go through everything we did?”
Agent gave him a blank look.
“We appreciate accuracy. But it will do. If you were about to engage in… this sort of activity, why were you dressed, sir?”
Hux stared at him in disbelief and snorted.
“Your sex life must be dreadfully dull, agent.”
That got a reaction out of him. The agent sighed rubbing his temples. A minor reaction but truly satisfying.
“It seems… reckless for a spy to get rid of every weapon he had on himself when he planned to kill you, sir. And at the same time let you keep yours.”
“Have you seen him flying, agent?”
“I did.”
“Then you know that ‘reckless’ hardly begins to describe Dameron's attitude towards his well-being. I must admit that he is not a spy material. An odd choice, but maybe that's why he wasn't discovered.”
Agent nodded, closing his file, and Hux’s mind was already out of this dreadful room. He dreamed of his quarters and a warm shower.
“There is one more thing, sir.”
Hux winced, annoyed.
“What?”
“Your statement sounds believable, but there is one tiny detail. I already had a short talk with Commander Dameron. He said you already knew he was a spy when he entered your quarters.”
Hux froze and snorted.
“Really? And this is not at all something that a Resistance spy would say, right?”
“Why would he lie on that account?”
“To destabilise command? To take revenge on me for discovering him? To be an annoying inconvenience as he usually is?”
“Well… that would also be believable. But… I like to think of myself as someone good at reading people. And never in my line of work had I seen a prisoner begging me not to hurt one of our officers.”
Hux closed his eyes for a moment. What a fool. He sighed.
“I knew for two months. I was feeding him false information and didn't report that. He fell in love like his lot often does. Yesterday I decided that proceeding with my small project is too dangerous for our cause, so I subdued him and sent a distress call.”
“Let's summarize it, General.” Agent hissed. “You entered an affair with a lower-ranking officer, you found out he is a spy, you continued the affair, feeding him false information without authorization. It got out of hand, and you finally decided to report. After two months of said spy operating freely. Is that correct, sir?”
Not at all, but stars, Hux hoped it was believable enough.
“Correct.”
The agent stood up.
“In accordance with the 156 internal regulations of the First Order Security Bureau, you are being detained under accusation of major breach of conduct. You will be confined to your quarters, and further investigation will be performed to establish your current loyalty and ability to command. The protocol for this interrogation will be delivered to your immediate superiors in that case, the Supreme Leader himself.”
“Are we done then?”
“Yes, sir. Security will escort you to your quarters.”
Hux nodded and stood up, placing his coat on his shoulders and walking out, not waiting for his escort. What a foul day.
Happy Hux things:
The first cup brewed from a fresh batch of Tarine tea is always the best one, and it's one of Armitage's small pleasures whenever he replenishes his supply. He savours drinking that cup a little more.
Once a month or so there's an evening where he can sit down and focus on engineering plans. He gets a lot of design work done, some of which is just for his own pleasure and not for Order production. It's always an enjoyable evening.
The stylus he uses for these designs is one of his favourites; it's got a really nice grip and he enjoys using it.
Armitage believes eating for pleasure is a waste of time, but he's also realistic that food = energy, and he does need that to serve the Order. Every now and then he will have an actual meal instead of a bare-minimum nutrient pack. He always feels better afterwards (this is a secret he won't admit).
On occasion, he has a meeting with Phasma about how the stormtrooper program is going. He quite likes these meetings. Phasma is so capable that he never has to worry about bad news.
Whenever he returns from elsewhere to the Finalizer, the view of her through the shuttle viewport is always a welcome one. Something close to getting home.
Hearing Kayfour report the reactions of officers after the droid has given them scolding messages from Armitage is always fun for him.
He keeps the medical file from his father's demise in his personal datapad, and he reads it whenever he needs cheering up. Sometimes when he needs a confidence boost, he'll read his own speeches back, too.
One time, Pryde tripped over his own feet while walking. He thinks no one saw, but Armitage did. He was smiling about it all afternoon, and the memory still makes him laugh.
I’m sure there are First Order droids specifically built for polishing the officers’ boots, but I think when he’s feeling particularly stressed or anxious Hux likes to do it himself. It’s something he can focus on without having to think too much, and it calms him down a bit.
Can I maybe add to this that it was a habit he developed quite early in his life and his father used to mock him for it. In a 'that's the only thing you are good for' manner. Meaning that it was a work for a droid or a servant, and it was really just a way of reminding Hux of his mother's status.
So for many years there was a crippling sense of shame in him when he did it. Even when his father was dead, Starkiller built, and Hux is at his best (in his opinion). When he sits on his chair holding his boots, there is something bitter in his mood. Something telling him that it's the only thing he is good for.
But to not be entirely depressive about it, there is also a sense of pride and accomplishment when he is done. Almost as if this simple act were an act of rebellion against his long-dead father and anyone who ever dared to doubt him.
Listen. I have another idea.
Poe falls asleep in his bed on Ajan Kloss but wakes up in a grey quarter of a Star Destroyer with an orange cat sleeping on him and a First Order General insisting that they are married and Poe is the best pilot of the First Order.
Hux seems genuine and he looks incredibly hot in Poe's shirt. And everything about his TIE fighter seems... Familiar. And the cat seems to know him... So maybe he just had the wildest dream about being in the resistance?
Hux doesn't seem that evil now, when he holds Millicent looking through reports. Maybe Poe just hit his head very hard? Maybe this is his life?
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Armitage Hux/Enric Pryde Characters: Armitage Hux, Enric Pryde Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Past Abuse, Armitage Hux Needs a Hug, Enric Pryde Needs a Hug, Hurt No Comfort, they are a bit miserable, and sad Summary:
Pryde kept seeing Armitage beaten but never broken.
Millicent took care of the problem.
Three years ago I drew FO ration pack. It was time for a re-draw. Hux's lunch (as we all remeber Hux eats only things that are branded by First Order logo).
Always fine
When Hux first found out he would have to live with Poe Dameron, he was... Concerned to say the least. Absurd idea. No chances that they would get along. Dameron was chaotic, undisciplined, and messy.
He was also handsome, kind, and had the warmest smile in the entire galaxy. But that was completely not important. There was no way it could work out and yet... It somehow did, and Hux got used to it. Dameron was... tolerable company. If Hux had a habit of being honest with himself, he would admit that Poe Dameron was in fact the most caring person Hux had ever met and that he made Hux feel safe and calm. And that he never met someone so persistent and brave as Poe Dameron. But admitting that was beyond Hux. He was filled with things that he couldn't name, haunted with fears that were so deeply rooted in his soul that they were impossible to ignore. He couldn’t comprehend half the things he felt.
When Poe went missing, the only thing he was able to do was sit in their shared quarters looking at the empty bunk and picking at his nails. Dameron was supposed to be here last week. It's five days, four hours, and two minutes. It's five days in which Poe could be captured, tortured, or killed.
Hux became irritable, snappy, he slacked at work and isolated himself in the quarters, nervously looking thorough the holonet.
After six days and twenty hours the door to the quarters opened with a woosh. Poe leaned on the frame and crooked a smile, looking at Hux, who stood up.
"Hi." He said quietly, he looked like hell. Hux stared at him in silence. Poe sniffed and closed the door behind himself. Hux opened his mouth. "Before you start talking, yes, I was seen by Kalonia. Yes, I am mostly fine, but my brain is fried it's... difficult to focus. I ..." Hux caught him when Poe tripped over his own legs. "Shit."
"Lie down," Hux said quietly, helping him get to bed. Poe lay down, closing his eyes.
"I dreamed of it," he mumbled. "I hate Star Destroyers they are the most atrocious ships you can be on. And the beds? Awful. Can you imagine? They didn't have room service."
Hux frowned, taking off pilots' shoes.
"You were captured."
"Yeah. That... Grumpy guy with a stick?"
"Pryde," Hux sneered.
"That one. He's no fun at all. And I don't think he is handling everything very well. He is so pretentious."
Hux slowly helped him to get out from part of his clothes and covered him with the blanket. There were heat burns on Poe's temples and wrists. Hux pursed his lips.
"Don't worry. I blew up their hangar bay on the way out and I am fine, you know. Just a little bit rattled." Poe smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Hux slowly sat down next to him.
"You are always fine, aren't you?" Hux asked quietly, and Poe's smile fell.
"I don't know what you mean."
Hux nodded.
"Lights 10 percent."
"Wha..." The lights turned off. "This... wasn't here before, right?"
"No. I installed voice commands for lights and temperature systems."
Poe chuckled.
"Pretty cool," He whispered.
Hux slowly kissed his cheek, it was wet. He lay down, pressing his head to Poe's chest. Dameron sniffed, wrapping his hands around Hux's body. Hux stayed silent, rubbing circles on Poe's shoulder. He glanced up, kissing the pilot's jaw. Poe shivered and inhaled quickly, wiping tears of his face. Hux stayed quiet, and Poe cried until he fell asleep. Hux slowly raised himself on one shoulder and pressed a kiss to Poe's lips.
"Goodnight, Dameron," he said quietly.
"Night, Hux." Poe hummed, and Hux froze for a moment. He slowly lay down and closed his eyes. He lay awake for almost three hours before he fell asleep.
Poe woke up with Hux pressed to his chest. He smiled and ran a hand through his hair. Hux was not asleep anymore, for two hours now he had been fighting with himself to get up and go to his bunk, to let Dameron rest and stop this nonsense.
Yesterday Poe was surly in shock he didn't know what he was doing, but today… Today he will certainly tell him off, as he should. But somehow Hux couldn't move. What if Poe suffered some sort of internal damage and would need his help? Hux won't be able to see it from his bed. Or what... What if he has nightmares or panic attacks and he will need help? Hux should be close then. Poe suffered enough.
Poe smiled, looking down at him.
"Hi."
Hux cleared his throat and forced himself to sit up, but Poe hummed dissatisfied and pulled him to himself again. "Hey, don't run." Hux glanced at him, surprised. "Unless you really want to?"
Redhead slowly shook his head.
"No."
Poe closed his eyes.
"We've got to talk about this, alright? Later."
"About what?"
"About how I want to kiss you senseless."
Hux flushed.
"I... I wouldn't mind."
"Yeah... I figured," Poe grinned, pulling him closer to himself.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Poe Dameron/Armitage Hux, Armitage Hux/Enric Pryde Characters: Armitage Hux, Poe Dameron Additional Tags: Poe punches Pryde in the face fic, Pryde is mean, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Armitage Hux Needs a Hug, Poe Dameron Needs a Hug, Nobody will be hugging Pryde, Not in This Fic, wait for more prux for that Summary:
Poe lost his temper and Pryde lost some teeth.
GINGERPILOT TIME! You can treat is as a part/short for this.
"Poe." Dameron whipped his head around to look at Hux. "Come over here." Poe slid down the bar stool and approached Hux. Redhead placed a pair of knee-high boots on the floor and sat down on the couch. Poe could easily see where it's going, but his eyes stayed on the boots. The laces were taken out to half of the length of the boots, and there was a row of silver clasps at the side of them. "Do I have to spell it out for you?"
Poe's eyes snapped to Hux, the redhead was smiling amused. Poe licked his lips and looked around. The club was still closed, so the floor was almost empty, someone was cleaning tables, and Mitaka was aggressively wiping out glasses behind the bar. Poe knelt down in front of Hux. Redhead picked up his laptop and started looking through his mail box.
"Evening, General!" Phasma entered the club. "Looking smart, I see."
"Thank you."
"Hi Poe!"
"Hi!" Poe waved to her, focused on the fourth clasp of the first boot. Phasma disappeared in the back and then came back with documents.
"You left them yesterday." She passed them to Hux. Redhead glanced at them and crossed his legs, tearing the seventh clasp out of Poe's hands. Dameron huffed and looked at him in disbelief. Hux smiled and glanced down.
"Something's wrong, pet?"
"Nope. Not. At. All." Poe said, moving to the side to buckle up the clasp. He froze, feeling the tip of Hux's boot under his chin.
"Come again?" Poe swallowed and glanced up. It was insane, insane how Hux could make his heart beat faster with only one look. Insane how intimidating he could be, insane how, at the same time, he had the coldest stare and the warmest smile. Poe held Hux's eyes, dropping his hands down on his lap.
"No, sir. Everything is alright."
Hux hummed and uncrossed his legs to let Poe finish. When Poe was done, he leaned back and smiled with triumph. Hux glanced at him and extended his hand. Poe looked up and took it, letting Hux pull him up. He leaned on the couch with one knee while Hux kissed him on the cheek.
"Well done, pet. Thank you." He murmured. Poe flushed. and chuckled nervously. Insane how Hux could make him feel like a teenager. He cleared his throat and looked around, not knowing what to do with his hands, he straightened his back and picked up Hux's coat from the back of the couch. He put it on Hux's shoulders when he stood up. To say that Hux looked sharp was an understatement. Poe kissed his neck.
"Here."
Hux smiled, fixing the coat on his shoulders. It looks like it's going to be a nice evening.
