Klyo was not deliberately avoiding the General. He just happened to be very busy whenever Hux was around. It’d gotten to the point where the other man had noticed and now Hux had sent him a short missive that Kylo was to report to Hux’s personal office after delta shift.
The Knight was a mix of emotions that was part annoyance that Hux was issuing orders as if Kylo was a stormtrooper, and part dread because he wasn’t sure how he was going to react to the General. (There was a tiny, tiny part of Ren that felt a thin thread of anticipation, but he did his best to ignore it.)
It wasn’t a long walk to get to Hux’s office and Kylo quickly found himself outside the General’s doors. He hesitated to press the button that would alert Hux to his presence. He could just…not go. Hux was used to his disregard for orders. Eventually Hux would catch up with him and that was a meeting Kylo was not looking forward to. Not that he was intimidated by the other man because that was laughable. Even without the Force he was stronger and more seasoned than Hux. However, the redhead was unnervingly perceptive which was why Kylo liked to keep his helmet on.
Kylo squared his shoulders. Best to get it over with. He didn’t bother with the button and pressed his hand to the sensors to make the door open.
“How did you get in here?” Hux asked irritably and looked up from where he was working at his desk.
Ren had all of Hux’s personal keycodes overridden shortly after taking up residence in the Finalizer. It came in handy when Kylo wanted to catch the other man off guard. Except right now Kylo felt like the one off kilter. Hux’s hair wasn’t perfectly combed and held down with the pomade the General favored. Instead it was loose as if he’d run his bare fingers through it one too many times and didn’t care how messy it looked in the privacy of his own quarters. His greatcoat was gone, probably neatly hung up in the closet, along with the tunic to leave him in just his breeches and shirt. He wondered if the boots were gone as well.
“Faulty mechanics,” Ren eventually responded when he realized he had been staring in silence. Again.
Hux didn’t look convinced but refused to comment on it. “Right,” he said crisply and set down his datapad. “Well don’t just stand there like a malfunctioning droid, you idiot. Sit down and take off that ridiculous helmet. I refuse to have a conversation with you in my office while you’re wearing that.”
Taking off his helmet meant Hux would be able to see him. That was unacceptable. “I can’t.”
Hux narrowed his eyes. “You can’t?”
“I can’t.” The voice modulator flattened out any wavering inflection he might have had in his voice. “Faulty mechanics,” he added. The silence stretched thin between them.
“Fine,” Hux eventually said with as much patience as he could muster. “At least one of us is going to be comfortable.” He must have pressed a button because a panel of the wall silently dropped down to reveal a small, mechanical alcohol cabinet. Ice clinked into one of the glass tumblers resting on the silver tray.
“To cut right to the point, Lord Ren, I find your behavior on my ship intolerable.” Long, slender fingers undid the buttons on the cuff of his shirt. “You skip the meetings Supreme Leader ordered you to be at. You pay no mind to orders. There’s been a sharp increase in property damage this past week.” Hux cuffed his sleeve up to his elbow before doing the other one with a sort of indifferent elegance. “I suggest that whatever is going on with you, or the Force, or whatever else occupies that tiny worldview of yours needs to be handled immediately.”
Kylo could feel his face flushed red under his helmet. For Hux, this was practically undressed as if the General had done his own little striptease. It was…obscene, and the meditation Kylo had tried practicing all week didn’t dispel the instant, vivid fantasies in his head. “It won’t happen again,” he choked out.
Hux pulled an expensive looking bottle of alcohol from his desk and poured two fingers into his glass. “I'm glad that's settled. Now unless you have something else you want to discuss with me...?” he asked before taking a sip of his drink. He took Kylo’s silence as a no and flicked his hand towards the door. “You’re dismissed.”
A Knight of Ren did not flee a battlefield. However they did, upon occasion, make tactful retreats. This is what Kylo told himself while he tactfully evacuated the room with a growing erection thankfully concealed by his clothes. He needed to get this out of his system, and then tomorrow he would deal with the problem of Hux.
Re: [Fill] Sense and Sensibility 3/?
Klyo was not deliberately avoiding the General. He just happened to be very busy whenever Hux was around. It’d gotten to the point where the other man had noticed and now Hux had sent him a short missive that Kylo was to report to Hux’s personal office after delta shift.
The Knight was a mix of emotions that was part annoyance that Hux was issuing orders as if Kylo was a stormtrooper, and part dread because he wasn’t sure how he was going to react to the General. (There was a tiny, tiny part of Ren that felt a thin thread of anticipation, but he did his best to ignore it.)
It wasn’t a long walk to get to Hux’s office and Kylo quickly found himself outside the General’s doors. He hesitated to press the button that would alert Hux to his presence. He could just…not go. Hux was used to his disregard for orders. Eventually Hux would catch up with him and that was a meeting Kylo was not looking forward to. Not that he was intimidated by the other man because that was laughable. Even without the Force he was stronger and more seasoned than Hux. However, the redhead was unnervingly perceptive which was why Kylo liked to keep his helmet on.
Kylo squared his shoulders. Best to get it over with. He didn’t bother with the button and pressed his hand to the sensors to make the door open.
“How did you get in here?” Hux asked irritably and looked up from where he was working at his desk.
Ren had all of Hux’s personal keycodes overridden shortly after taking up residence in the Finalizer. It came in handy when Kylo wanted to catch the other man off guard. Except right now Kylo felt like the one off kilter. Hux’s hair wasn’t perfectly combed and held down with the pomade the General favored. Instead it was loose as if he’d run his bare fingers through it one too many times and didn’t care how messy it looked in the privacy of his own quarters. His greatcoat was gone, probably neatly hung up in the closet, along with the tunic to leave him in just his breeches and shirt. He wondered if the boots were gone as well.
“Faulty mechanics,” Ren eventually responded when he realized he had been staring in silence. Again.
Hux didn’t look convinced but refused to comment on it. “Right,” he said crisply and set down his datapad. “Well don’t just stand there like a malfunctioning droid, you idiot. Sit down and take off that ridiculous helmet. I refuse to have a conversation with you in my office while you’re wearing that.”
Taking off his helmet meant Hux would be able to see him. That was unacceptable. “I can’t.”
Hux narrowed his eyes. “You can’t?”
“I can’t.” The voice modulator flattened out any wavering inflection he might have had in his voice. “Faulty mechanics,” he added. The silence stretched thin between them.
“Fine,” Hux eventually said with as much patience as he could muster. “At least one of us is going to be comfortable.” He must have pressed a button because a panel of the wall silently dropped down to reveal a small, mechanical alcohol cabinet. Ice clinked into one of the glass tumblers resting on the silver tray.
“To cut right to the point, Lord Ren, I find your behavior on my ship intolerable.” Long, slender fingers undid the buttons on the cuff of his shirt. “You skip the meetings Supreme Leader ordered you to be at. You pay no mind to orders. There’s been a sharp increase in property damage this past week.” Hux cuffed his sleeve up to his elbow before doing the other one with a sort of indifferent elegance. “I suggest that whatever is going on with you, or the Force, or whatever else occupies that tiny worldview of yours needs to be handled immediately.”
Kylo could feel his face flushed red under his helmet. For Hux, this was practically undressed as if the General had done his own little striptease. It was…obscene, and the meditation Kylo had tried practicing all week didn’t dispel the instant, vivid fantasies in his head. “It won’t happen again,” he choked out.
Hux pulled an expensive looking bottle of alcohol from his desk and poured two fingers into his glass. “I'm glad that's settled. Now unless you have something else you want to discuss with me...?” he asked before taking a sip of his drink. He took Kylo’s silence as a no and flicked his hand towards the door. “You’re dismissed.”
A Knight of Ren did not flee a battlefield. However they did, upon occasion, make tactful retreats. This is what Kylo told himself while he tactfully evacuated the room with a growing erection thankfully concealed by his clothes. He needed to get this out of his system, and then tomorrow he would deal with the problem of Hux.