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kylo and hux have a somewhat fledgling relationship, and they're both kind of blundering along and it's...it's pretty good. (kylo fucking loves it and dates are fascinating and going to sleep in the same bed and having shared dreams??? it's all so cool!)

so he's sneaking back to Hux's room a bit early, wants to surprise him or some shit, and hears him on the comm. no problem, he'll just creep in.

the he hears it. "gotten tiresome already", "I didn't expect him to be so dull" and "he'll be 'let go' soon enough, I just need to find a replacement"

and of course he's not talking about kylo (someone he's hired is an absolute joke) but that's not what kylo sees. he just connects the dots and just spends the entire night trying to commit everything to memory because for all he knows, it'll be the last time.

a sweet resolution would make my life, honestly

aw, his little heart all stomped on, and clinging instead of pre-emptively lashing out...and meanwhile Hux is going to know something's wrong and have to try and wrestle down his impulse to go for the throat at weakness and try this "supportive and caring" bullshit he keeps hearing about...

i'm crying already +1

!!!! i WANT

"I'm sure you understand" comes Hux's voice through the door, as Kylo swipes himself in and hangs up his helmet and cloak. Kylo shouldn't disturb him, and besides, he thinks, perching on the kitchen counter, it'll be a nice surprise for Hux to find him.

He fiddles idly with the holopad Hux has left behind - nothing but flight reports, dull - but he can't help listening in again. He thinks of prying the phone out of Hux's grasp and sliding into his lap and snickers to himself when he accidentally projects it.

Then-

"I'll let him go soon enough. This whole thing has been a disaster."

Then his blood runs decidedly cold.

"Mhm. And on top of that, he's not even bad in an interesting way. Just dull and simpering."

Hux is- he's talking about him. Who else could it be for him to sound so...regretful and resigned.

He thinks of the last time they fucked. Hux spooned up behind him and tangling his fingers with Kylo's where they were fisted in the sheets. The feedback loop of pleasure he was getting nearly short circuiting him entirely.

Dull. He'd wanted closeness and warmth and it- Hux had found him -

His eyes ptickle without warning.

He's nothing to cry for. He's being fucking - stupid. They've never discussed anything and they're just screwing to pass the time and it's nice and-

Now it's going to stop.

He wants to do what he usually does and cram the pain down rip into a console or two - but. It doesn't feel right. The hurt settles in him differently and combines with the dread to hang weights of agony within his chest.

He slides off the counter and down the wall. Hux is wrapping things up and saying his farewells. Kylo has no fucking idea what's going to happen now.

Maybe Hux will do it straight away. Like ripping off a plaster. Kylo hopes not. He hopes they'll actually go to bed again so he can catologue ever tiny moment. Hux will probably want one for the road. Surely he will.

Dull echoes in his head again. He scrubs at his eyes with his sleeves and tries to maintain some veneer of normalcy.

He rises. His legs shake when he hears footsteps coming.

Calm. He will be calm. And if something feels like it's squeezing his heart and lungs. Well. That's neither here nor there.

this is so bad but i hope you enjoy it anyway, OP xoxo

Awww, poor evil baby. :( I'm not the prompter but I'd love to read more if there's more to be had.

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