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“That rule doesn’t really get enforced does it?” the dark haired pledge asks.

After a long week of rushing, the brothers of Kappa Phi are holding their welcome meeting for successful candidates. Some are looking more nervous than others, Vicrul’s pledge (Michael something?) cycles between biting his lip and bouncing his knee.

“I can assure you it does,” Kylo answers back to him, “this brotherhood is more than a college experience, it sets you up for life and part of that is no distractions for the first six months. Sometimes the answer will be yes, sometimes the answer will be no. But this is your future at stake and is not something we take lightly.”

The pledge nods back, leg still jittering. Kylo’s own pledge is sitting next to him looking as calm as ever in between the nervous faces. Kylo notes his hair is in its usual slick backed style, the red shine perfectly coiffed.

Hux had been the perfect pledge during rush, never once complaining about the challenges or team building exercises. The only time Kylo had seen him out of place was after the prank competition with Rho Beta, his red hair slick this time with water and the tshirt he’d had on soaked through to his stomach, and Kylo’s eyes had been caught on the small trail of red hairs leading downwards.

He cleared his throat to continue his speech.

“Fraternity is about more than the parties, it is about legacy. This brotherhood has existed over a century. This is your chance to make your name.”

Hux’s eyes shone brighter. If he was honest Kylo could even see him taking over as the frat’s President one day with his fierce commitment to any task at hand. It’s why Kylo chose him as his pledge. They had bonded over their desire for legacy and the importance of their respective lineage. He couldn’t really speak about it much with his other brothers but being the son of Senator Organa had its downsides too. It’s Kylo Ren and not Ben Solo that will be etched onto the frat’s Wall of Presidents.

It's at that moment Ap’lek swings an arm over his shoulder.

“But talking of parties,” he starts with a shit-eating grin, “the real fun begins tonight.”

---

The music could be heard down the street as the crowd parted for Kylo’s return with another three crates of beer.

“Really man, we couldn’t have just gone with vodka?” Cardo puffs as he heaves the other half of the load.

“This’ll be safer for the first night, I am not having Trudgen ruin another pair of my shoes,” Kylo shakes his head.

Cardo makes a noise of sympathetic disgust, “thank goodness he’ll be too distracted for much drinking tonight then, did you see the looks he was giving Thanisson? I think he’s been watching too much red head porn again.”

It’s Kylo’s turn to be grossed out. “He’s not even that much of a red head.”

Cardo barks out a laugh, “well you better make sure Hux stays out of bounds if he asks to… you know,” he makes a show of winking as they make it inside the door of the house. Kylo leads the way through the crowd who have started whooping in triumph at their arrival. He knows at this rate they’ll only have an hour, two max, before the cops show up to shut this shit down.

“I don’t think Trudgen is his type,” he wrinkles his nose as he sets the crates down and starts looking for an opener in the mess of the drawers.

“It’s college, everyone is everyone’s type” Cardo rolls his eyes. A group of sorority girls have come in to the kitchen and they’re giggling over one of the sports teams again.

“You may have a point,” Kylo motions at Cardo to look into their living room where Vicrul’s pledge (Matthew? Mark?) is sitting on a girl’s lap in the middle of what looks to be a game of spin the bottle. Jeez, he may even be giggling more then the sorority chicks.

“Poor guy looks like he’s never seen alcohol or women in his life,” his brother shakes his head, “I’m gonna go find Vicrul before he forgets a rule.” It’s unlikely anything’s going to happen tonight he thinks, but better be on the safe side. Micah(?) seems like a nice kid so it would be good to not have to make an example of him. He decides to have a little fun instead.

Kylo swaggers over to the group in the sitting area and bends down to the pledge’s ear.

“Need to ask Vicrul anything pledge?”

The red that blossoms on his cheek is worth it as he stammers, “no, not yet I promise.”

Kylo can see the way he squirms on the girls lap, who is now leaning back into the seat like she’s enjoying the show immensely.

“I’ll make sure to return him in one piece,” she winks at him, and Kylo recognises her as Phasma who’s on the same lacrosse team as Vicrul. “Pinky swear.”

“You know the rules Captain,” he holds up his hands in surrender as he straightens again.

“None taken Ren, although you may wanna keep an eye on that,” she nods back to the hallway where Hux is leaning into the doorframe. Dameron’s arm is up next to his eye level in a way that makes Kylo want to tear it off. He’s their rival frat’s president so Kylo can’t help the way he feels, okay?

He marches up to them before he knows what is about to come out of his mouth.

“Great party Ren-” Poe starts before he can say anything, going for the pearly white smile. It makes Kylo want to punch him in the jaw.

“Gonna need my pledge back Dameron, brother business you know,”

Hux’s eyes narrow as he looks between them but Kylo’s not focused on Dameron right now.

“No worries, we were just talking about you in fact.”

“Really?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Hux is thinking of taking the law elective this year, told him you were the guy for it,” sunshine smile still on his face.

“Branching out from engineering?”

“Building my leadership skills,” Hux shrugs cooly, “I’m hoping to need them eventually.”

“Right, well,” Kylo’s tongue struggles to get the words out. Has he had that much alcohol already? “Next time come to me. Catch you later Dameron,” he dismisses before he can stumble his words any further.

Poe backs away with a wave, lifting his paper cup in a cheers.

“You know you can talk to me any time right? Especially for academic stuff, it’s part of the perks of being here,”

“It was a spur of the moment thing, but I’ll make sure to come to you next time,” Hux’s gaze shifts to him fully and he’s just as struck as ever by the sharpness he sees in the pledge’s green eyes.

“You have my number right?” he coughs.

“Yep,” Hux pauses, “didn’t get the chance for Poe’s.”

Kylo thinks of Dameron leaning over him again, large hands right by Hux’s cheekbone. Then, just for the hell of it, he does the same, shielding Hux from the crowd with the rest of his body. He needs to make a point so he’s just doing this to make Hux listen properly. Not that Hux has had trouble before but still. Just stressing the importance.

“Dameron’s kinda bad news for us, he doesn’t always get our way of dealing with things. It’s just a difference in philosophy but we find pledges do better with more structure."

“I’ve always found a more systematic route works best. Better organization, better discipline.”

“Exactly,” he nods, “so you let me know if you need guidance with any of those.”

He feels Hux shift underneath him, bringing his cup to his lips again. He’s only a couple inches shorter than Kylo but the way he’s leant back up against the wall means he has to look up to meet Kylo’s gaze.

"Will do."

--

The first time Hux asks Kylo for “pleasure permission” as Trudgen calls it, he almost drops his phone in the gym.

AH: Hello. I have a date tonight. Permission for this evening if it goes well?

It’s there in plain language. Kylo doesn’t have a real reason to say no. He taps the side of the bench with his fingers. Ushar’s on the other side of the gym checking himself in the mirror with a dumbbell in each hand. He’d complained for hours when he’d taken up some of the electives that the mathematicians share with engineers, so maybe it's a bit early for Hux's focus to be headed elsewhere.

When he mulls it over, Kylo also doesn’t have a reason to say yes either.

KR: dont u have a test nxt wk? see how tht goes first

He hasn’t been checking on Hux’s grade as much as some of his brother’s. He knows both some of them prefer to keep tighter leashes but Kylo trusts that Hux has been diligent so far. He’s still getting used to the whole pledge parent thing as he wasn’t around in the fall last year for the newbies and now he’s a junior it’s still a bit weird to be bossing around someone only two years younger than him.

AH: The date is still fine right?

KR: as long as its not w/ dameron

Kylo slams another plate onto the bar and calls Ushar over for a spot, his body suddenly thrumming with renewed energy.

AH: I haven’t spoken to him since the party.

His screen flashes again.

Good. Kylo thinks as he settles under the bar for his second set. He goes for ten this time just to prove a point. Once he settles the weights he types back.

KR: keep it that way

AH: Yes sir.

Comes the response almost immediately. He feels the prickle of heat in his chest but maybe that’s just Ushar’s creatine kicking in. He’s pleased Hux has clearly stayed clear like he told him to, proud of his pledge following his guidance.

“Another set?” his brother asks.

Kylo’s always appreciated Ushar as the strong and silent type, grateful he doesn’t have to explain his texting even though he’s clearly delayed both their workouts.

He silences his phone, shuffling back under, and goes for fifteen.

Chapter Text

The next time he’s in class when he feels his phone buzz. He’s managed to sit at the back of the lecture hall for once so he can multi task on organising the new chore rota.

AH: Hi. Do we need permission for masturbation? Forgot to clarify earlier.

KR: it’s been a month, have u gone this long?

AH: Answer the question Ren.

He pauses. Honestly they don’t really enforce one unless a pledge is getting really bad grades. Usually a form of release helps them perform better not worse.

KR: depends on how good ur grades are
KR: fine for now but don’t let them drop

AH: Thank you. Will tell Mitaka he is allowed to continue.

He coughs so hard the whole lecture room turns around as the professor pauses to give him a look of silent warning.

KR: he shld check w/ Vicrul. im only in chrge of u

AH: Understood.

He tries to focus back on the lecture. Something about the importance of free will and yadda yadda. He can catch up later if he needs to.

A notification pings on his laptop from Vicrul.

VR: Dude, have u just made this a thing?

KR: Idk it doesn’t have to be a thing. I said it dpnds on grades so just go with whatever

VR: Thanks man ;)

Kylo pauses at the winky face before shaking the thought away. He’ll catch up with them all later to explain the situation. Especially if the pledges are going to each other to jerk off. Does that count as a violation? Probably not Kylo decides but there’s something still lingering in his throat.

How far did Mitaka get before stopping to ask? Or was Mitaka going to ask at all? There’s not enough rooms in the house for them all to get their own so he knows Hux and Mitaka share one. He imagines Hux walking in to find Mitaka at the desk space, some crazy shit on his laptop screen. He can picture the way Hux’s eyes narrow as they always do when he’s analysing a situation, pulling out his phone to ask for guidance the way Kylo told him to.

The lecture room is suddenly too hot. Global warming in October has really messed the seasons up he decides and shifts his laptop to his other knee. The brush of his movement makes him realize the situation in his jeans and he readjusts to cover the semi he is spontaneously sporting with a notebook. Temperature fluctuations make the body react in weird ways, he shakes his head.

When the bell rings he packs up his backpack swiftly, swinging it over one shoulder, crotch situation blessedly back to normal.

He gets back to the house and swipes a bag of chips from the kitchen. Trudgen, Cardo, and Vicrul are playing cards around one of the tables but the house seems pretty quiet.

“Ten dollar buy in Mr President,” Trudgen grins.

“How much you lost so far?” he shoots back, and smiles wider when Trudgen’s smirk drops. He pulls out another chair and scoots in.

“So what’s the deal with the new rule?” Cardo starts.

Fucking hell, he’d almost forgotten.

“It’s not new new, just if they need it,” Kylo shrugs back casually, “what did you even decide in the end dude?”

All eyes turn to Vicrul who’s been unusually quiet so far.

“He doesn’t need permission to jerk off,” he smiles wickedly, “he needs permission to cum.”

Trudgen’s wolf whistle almost deafens Kylo, “now there’s an idea!” he slaps him on the back.

“You’re really getting up in his business every time he wants to orgasm?” Cardo asks dryly.

“Come on it’s been a couple hours max, even freshmen aren’t going again that quickly.”

“Guess we have our answer.”

“Like you wouldn’t do the same shithead”

“You should be on a watchlist meatface,”

“Easy tiger. He likes it, and I’m just helping him out. Don’t get your panties in a twist Cardie,”

Trudgen leans forward on his elbows, “Dude, how do you know he likes it?”

Cardo stops shaking his head, unconsciously leaning in too.

Vicrul scoffs, “he never asks the reason I say no, just does it, asks so nicely too.” Trudgen is practically licking his lips at the revelation.

“You think he’s interested?

“I own a mirror man,” he leans back, cradling his head between his hands, mussing his spiky black hair. Kylo’s got to admit his biceps look fucking huge like that. Mitaka’s on the smaller end, maybe he’s into that sort of stuff. He’s a bit thinner than Hux, who’s more lean muscle, and a whole lot shorter which means Vicrul at 5’11.5 (“Im six foot I swear bro”) still towers over him the way only Kylo would be able to with Hux.

Cardo concedes with an appreciative shrug, “hey I’m not gonna get in the way if he’s all up for it,”

“No only Vi can do that-”

Kylo snorts.

“-unless he’s asking for another pledge,”

Vicrul looks positively feral as he waggles his eyebrows, “I don’t kiss and tell,”

“Dude stop bending the cards!”

Kylo looks down to see his grip has tightened and on the verge of crumpling his hand. He breathes in slowly the way his therapist tells him to and consciously releases them, rubbing his palms on his jeans.

“Shit, sorry man.”

Vicrul leans like they’re co-conspirators, and fake stage whispers, “don’t worry bro, I’ll make sure he and Hux keep their hands off each other,” and fucking winks.

“I knew I should’ve stopped you being a pledge parent.”

--

It’s been a long week the third time it happens. He’s seen Hux at meal times throughout the week but not long enough to properly catch up. They’ve been texting on and off and Kylo’s pretty proud of how well he seems to be crushing his engineering course.

Kylo’s been burying himself in his textbooks all day trying to prep for midterms earlier than his usual cramming style. Now he’s president he won’t have much time for last minute all-nighters the way he did in Sophomore year. He checks the time, it’s almost midnight as he closes his notebook and shoves his pens back in their pot.

There’s no parties planned tonight so he makes up his mind pretty quickly and reaches for his bedside draw, trying to tap his laptop vpn on at the same time.
He scrolls through the videos one handed, the other palming himself through his sweats. He’s sporting a semi already, and it’s been a hell of a week so you can’t blame him.

There’s a few that catch his eyes

Big BAZOONGAS crush twink
4X4 swingerzzz!!
Ginger twink shows what his mouth do

He clicks the last one and uncaps the lotion. The man on screen is a bit too skinny for Kylo but whatever.

But it’s not a woman that steps in the view of the camera next. A much, much larger man is on the screen and the ginger seems to be begging to suck him already by the way his cock is beginning to leak precum on the bed.

Fuck. Yeah Kylo could go for this. It’s not his first time he’s watched exclusively men. And he knows Ap’lek has hooked up with a few of the pledges of different frats before. No one’s gonna judge him for it, but it’s still novel. That’s the reason he hisses as he properly gets his fist around his own cock, apparently now at full mast.
He speeds up as the twink does, holding in his grunts as the guy on the screen moans pitifully around the dick in his mouth. Kylo knows they’re actors but damn, they’re good actors.

They shuffle around so the ginger can show his ass to the camera and fuck, Kylo grabs himself so he doesn’t cum right then. There’s a very flared dildo sticking out between his cheeks that Kylo wants to grab hold of and fuck into him. See how much he’ll squeal then.

His phone dings suddenly, throwing him out of it. Kylo grabs quickly going to silence it before he realizes what the message says.

AH: Good evening. Permission to masturbate (and orgasm)?

Fuck.
Fuck fuck.

So Hux is willing to hold himself to the same rules as Mitaka then. Kylo’s right hand is still on his cock as he types.

KR: wht u been up 2?

AH: Finished my essay. History of Roman bridges and their progression of methods.

The twink on screen is slowly moving his ass back and forth so he can see the way his asshole is clenching the bright blue dildo. Kylo’s hand starts to pump again in the same rhythm.

KR: show me

There’s a pause this time. Enough that Kylo’s now getting closer than he’d like while distracted. He goes to clarify he wants to see the completed essay (when has Hux lied to him before?) as a new message comes through.

AH: [Attached]

It’s a photo of Hux’s laptop at his desk. The word count flashes on screen as 2982 but that’s not what Kylo’s looking at. He’s is wearing chinos, of course he is, but the camera angle is leant back enough that he can see a distinct tent in his trousers.

Kylo recognises the room as one of the freshman ones on the floor below. He can’t decide if that makes it better or worse knowing that Hux is asking to jerk off in the house. Mitaka must be out for the night or else Vicrul would be chewing his ear off with messages.

KR: go ahead

He maintains the same tantalisingly slow rhythm as the twink on screen is using to fill himself up as he sucks on the larger man’s cock, red hair bobbing with enthusiasm. He tries to refocus on the screen on front of him. The man is carding his fingers through the twink’s read hair which makes him whine louder, as if he’s really about to come from choking on dick while slowly pumping himself.

Most guys just want somewhere to shove their cocks but Kylo can appreciate the slow build. He doesn’t have as much time as he wants to take his partners apart anymore but watching someone melt into agonizingly slow thrusts… yeah Kylo could go on for hours.

His phone pings again.

AH: Permission to cum?

Shit.

He can’t help himself. His hand no longer feels like his own as he jerks upwards, desperately for faster.

The twink in the video is full on getting face fucked now. There’s drool dripping from his mouth but his eyes are rolled back in ecstasy. Kylo’s eyes unfocus with pleasure. It could be any ginger on the screen. It could be Hux.

“I’m gonna cum down your throat honey,” the man on screen grows.

AH: Please

His phone beeps frantically

AH: Sir?

He’s shooting off before he can realize it. He squeezes his eyes shut as his orgasm overwhelms him. His fingers messily type a response.

KR: Yh
KR: U can cum Hux

He leans back in his chair, chest heaving. He’s drained from the strength of an orgasm in a way which makes him feel like he’s just worked out again. He grabs a tissue from the box on his desk and tries to get his breathing under control again. He should really do this more often before he does something stupid in real life and messes up his reputation for tending to his partners first.

AH: Thanks.
AH: [Attached]

Holy shit. He almost drops the phone.

This time Hux’s laptop screen shows a large green tick reading “Submission time: 00:12 [23hrs 48 mins early]”. Under the desk is different.

Hux’s chinos have been crumpled to his knees with what looks some desperation. He’s wearing a black pair of underwear but just as the photo cuts out at the bottom Kylo can see, jesus christ, he can see the wet patch blossoming outwards from where his cum must’ve soaked through. He wants to lick it.

Did Hux touch himself over the boxers? Should he have specified? Hux is an independent learner but he’s been asking Kylo for guidance periodically. He makes a mental note to make sure to check next time. He’s clearly been swapping info with Mitaka so he doesn’t want to undermine whatever kinky shit Vicrul’s clearly got going on.

KR: Happy 2 help

By the time Kylo crawls into bed he’s out like a light.

Chapter Text

They don’t mention it in person but nothing seems to have changed. If anything, Kylo feels pretty damn proud of being a good pledge parent. Hux is still as committed to the frat as ever as his grades haven’t dropped once. He smiles at Kylo's stupid jokes at parties, even if Hux is not nearly as drunk as the rest of the crowd, and doesn't mind when he stands closer than he should.

Since Hux started his law elective they’ve studied next to each other, Hux with Introduction to the Constitution and Kylo with Advanced Human Rights Dilemmas: Good Vs Evil. It’s useful to work together even if they’re on different levels. He can answer any questions that Hux has while Kylo can bounce ideas off him to check he’s worded things right. He’s a good learner, and curious enough to keep Kylo on his toes with the questions he asks.

“Alright I think I’m done for the day,” Kylo closes his laptop and stands up, stretching out his back.

“I have one more paragraph and I’ll be right with you,” Hux answers. He pushes up his glasses which have slid down his nose for the hundredth time this evening. His hair glows in the blue light which makes it seem lighter than it really is. It’s not the first time he catches the slight freckles on Hux’s face which he pretends aren’t there.

“You want anything?”

Hux raises an eyebrow at his laptop before Kylo continues, “I keep my own snacks in here, otherwise Ushar’s metabolism will make it disappear.”

“I’m surprised anything in here lasts either then,” his eyes flick to Kylo and then to his chest. He’s wearing one of his favourite training tshirts again cause its flexible and lets him twist in odd positions as he writes. The recent gym sessions must be paying off since it's a bit on the tighter side now.

“Cheetos? Pretzels? There’s a whole lot of protein bars if you want to replenish your energy.”

“Thanks for the offer but I’ve just done here too. I’m turning in for the evening,” he slides his laptop into its sleeve.

“Hey man, if you’re sure.”

“Thanks for the session Kylo,” Hux nods with a barely there smirk.

“You gotcha,” he opens the door so Hux can swing his bag over his shoulder even though he’s only going down a flight of stairs.

He grabs his laptop again, searching through Netflix to find something mindless he can chew through his trail mix with. It’s barely been five minutes when he gets a new message.

AH: Permission to masturbate?

Kylo’s dick is responding already. Jeez he better not have trained himself like this every time Hux texts him. He can feel his cock chub up further.

KR: Yh u did good today
KR: Also u can touch underneath ur boxers. Idk if u did last time

There, no more ambiguity.

AH: Can I touch anywhere else?

Kylo frowns.

KR: Where else do u need 2 touch?

AH: This is not my preferred method of masturbation.

He pauses.

KR: wht did u get on ur essay

Why did he say that. Why did he say that.

AH: A+.

Of fucking course he did.

AH: Can I use a toy?

Jesus christ this would be the death of him. Cardo will find him, dead on his bed with his dick in his hand and laugh.

KR: wht toy?

AH: Dildo.

KR: send pic

He’s getting greedy and he knows it. Kylo holds his breath as he waits for Hux to tell him to go fuck himself, presses his palm into his crotch to still himself.

AH: [Attached]

It’s not just any dildo. Kylo can see the buttons on its (very large) base and the bulbous head looks like it’ll be pressed right up to his prostate if he gets a good enough angle.

KR: good choice

AH: Have you used this before?

KR: similar. on other people

He types back

AH: May I?

Kylo’s never not going to play with fire.

KR: Yh. Max speed 2. U can still touch ur cock tho

AH: Deal.

He sits and waits, palming himself. He knows what’s going to come next and he’s hopelessly on edge. The whole conversation was pretty quick last time. He doesn’t know how much he’s going to get this time.

A few minutes later the phone chimes again. He’s going to have to change the message tone for Hux.

AH: Are you sure about the speed?

KR: u took the deal

Kylo bits his lip. Was that too low? Maybe Hux would need more to get him off. Would he need both hands to make sure it hit that glorious sensitive spot. He can’t decide whether he would prefer Hux on his hands and knees or his back.

KR: u good?

AH: Yes.

KR: u don’t want permission yet?

AH: Not needed.

KR: uve got 5mins before u shld turn it down to 1. Don’t want to lose sensitivity.

AH: Affirmative.

Kylo sets his phone timer before he starts furiously jacking off. He doesn’t need a video this time, he just thinks back to Hux in his room only ten minutes ago and doesn’t bother to be slow.

He has four minutes left on the timer when his phone buzzes on the desk.

AH: Permission to cum?

KR: yh Hux

He can picture it in his mind. Hux spread on his bedsheets downstairs, legs held wide as he plunges the dildo into himself. The way his ass must be burning with the size of it. He wonders hazily if Hux is focusing on hitting his prostate, or taken Kylo’s mercy and stroked his dick too.

AH: Thanks.
AH: For future information, this is the latest version of the toy. You can download the app for next time.

Fuck.

He cums fast, spilling into his hand as he stares slack jawed at the message. Next time, Kylo thinks, might be his breaking point.

Sure enough Hux has sent him a link to the app along with the passcode to connect the device.

KR: Keep it in a sec

He downloads the app as fast as his phone lets him. There’s a little green light to tell him his device should be connected from up to 500m away and it flashes in confirmation.

KR: Lmk if u feel this

He sets it to four.

AH: Yes
AH: Yes I can feel it Kylo
AH: Kylo
AH: Sir?

KR: good

He shuts it off.

KR: thx for letting me know

Chapter Text

The next couple of weeks he doesn’t get the chance to hang out with Hux as much as he’d like but they’re both torn between finals, along with Kylo’s strict workout schedule and his actual frat responsibilities just compound that.

“Good practise?” he asks Vicrul as some of their brothers crowd the kitchen with post-gym hunger.

“Uh huh,” he’s chewing into a half open protein bar already, “Mitaka likes coming to watch but we had extra freshmen support today.”

“Rhymes with fucks,” Cardo chimes in helpfully.

He looks up from his bowl of 9pm oatmeal to see them raiding the freezer for pizzas. At least they’re not wasting money on take out for the fourth time this week. It’s Thursday.

“Thanks for looking out for my pledge idiots,” he rolls his eyes, “where’d they get to anyway?”

“Went straight upstairs,” Vicrul replies with a mouth full of oats, “Mitaka gets sweaty when I get sweaty ya know,”

Trudgen groans from the couch, no longer paying attention to whatever Real Housewives episode he’s got going on, “I can’t believe you’re so selfish with him,”

“For the best dude, for the best,” he calls back.

“I could treat him so right,” comes Trudgen’s whine

“and I am treating him so wrong,” Vicrul’s smile is wolfish with glee just as Ushar jams his fingers in his ears, utterly done with the conversation.

“I’m going back up to my room, I got shit to do before break,” Kylo swaggers off before they can antagonize him further.

“That’s still three weeks away!”

As he lets the door to his room slam behind him he hears his new ringtone for Hux.

AH: Permission to masturbate?

Fuck. Is Hux horny already? He was just at the practise.

KR: u interested in lacrosse now?

AH: I could be.

Kylo feels his blood start to warm and the sudden urge to press up near Hux again like he did at the party. He grabs his lotion from the draw and leans back on his bed, oatmeal long forgotten.

KR: u shld come 2 gym w/ me

AH: Why?

Yeah Kylo, he thought, why? Probably so he could sit Hux on one of the benches to watch while he does his bicep curls. He can picture the way he’d sit cross legged, searing gaze watching every movement of muscle.

KR: ud like it

AH: I would like something else right now

He must be more turned on than he thought.

KR: bossy. only if u use the blutooth

AH: Of course.

KR: lmk when its in

AH: It is already in.

His grip tightens on his phone as he messes with the lotion cap. He manages to shove his sweats all the way off before his phone dings impatiently.

AH: Kylo?

This time he gets an idea and takes his time to slowly pulls down his boxers as he readies his phone, waiting for the next notification

AH: Sir?

He slides the setting to five.

It’s torture not being in the same room as Hux. He needs to know the sound he makes when the vibrator starts moving inside of him. Whether he’s riding it or on his hands and knees. He can imagine Hux’s wet hole taking the dildo with ease as he desperately plunges it into himself over and over.

KR: u shldnt hve started w/o me

AH: I’m sorry Sir.
AH: How can I make it up to you?

He slides it up again to six, imagining how the buzzing must be hitting Hux’s prostate with the curve of the shaft.

AH: Do you want to punish me?

He pictures grabbing Hux’s hair and forcing him to his knees. His mouth would be open already, so perfect and willing for him to fuck between his gorgeous lips. He wants to see if he can turn his ass cheeks the same flame red colour as the hair in his grip.

KR: yes
KR: u gotta bhve Hux

AH: Or what?

Or he’ll pound Hux so hard he can’t even think about the damn lacrosse team. He wants. He wants to see his cum drip out of Hux’s pale ass like a fucking delight. And then he wants to fuck it back into him until he sees stars.

He’s only gets halfway typing his message.

AH: shit
AH: Mitaka coming back from V’s room

KR: use the shwr rm 2 doors dwn
KR: keep it inside

He takes pity on Hux’s hole and promptly shuts the vibrations off. Kylo can hear the door to Vicrul’s room open down the corridor. He can barely make out what they’re saying, Vicrul’s deep voice is only a hum at this distance while Mitaka’s whisper is too breathy and hitched.

AH: Done. I hope you appreciate how difficult that was.

Thank fuck. Kylo begins working his cock again which had soften slightly over the pause, praying Hux had made it to the shower room in relative privacy.

KR: Will mke it wrth ur while

He starts the vibrator back at one.

KR: u got the shwr on?

AH: Only to block out the noise, don’t want to get the phone screen wet or people knocking.

KR: u dnt wanna be watched?
KR: if I was there I could cover u. mke sure no one in the house sees u as u milk ur prtty cock.

He turns it up to two.

AH: How do you know its pretty

KR: mtchs the rest of u

His right hand keeps stroking himself as he feels the tension in his muscles build. His toes grip the bedsheets as he thinks of Hux’s cock, dribbling with precum, as works the dildo into himself.

KR: ur right tho
KR: u shld show me
KR: so I can chck

He turns the setting up to three for good measure.

AH: [Attached]

Hux’s cock is gorgeous. The tip is red and glistening from where he must have been jerking himself, framed by neatly trimmed hairs. It’s smaller than Kylo’s but fits Hux’s frame perfectly, straining upwards to his stomach. It looks like it aches and Kylo’s twitches in sympathy. His balls are engorged, closer to coming than Kylo had thought but its what behind them that catches his eye.

The angle of the photo is awkward but he can make out the base of the dildo in Hux’s hand as he holds it inside of himself, clenching around the vibrations.

KR: good boy
KR: knew u were fkn prtty. Cnt wait 2 get my hands on u
KR: keep moving it inside ur hole

AH: Yes sir, please

KR: u wnt that? U want my hands wrapping round ur dick as you whine?
KR: or u prefer my hands elswhere? Gonna fingerfuck ur ass till u beg to cum. Mybe I wont let u. mybe ill spend too mch time on ur nippls instd. Bet they taste delicious too.

AH: Anything for you Kylo please

KR: bet u wre desprt. Vibrator in ur ass bfore I evn said yes. u like wtching the guys prctise? my pldge like seeing the othrs all hot n sweaty?

AH: No
AH: I’m yours
AH: I’m all yours sir

The confirmation ignites something primal in him, something that makes Kylo want to grab and thrust and bite.

KR: yes you are Hux. ur mine nd don’t u forgt it. nxt time gonna hve to shw thm who u belong 2
KR: u cn sit on my lap if u wanna wtch
KR: ik theyd love to watch u back sitting on my lap here

He can imagine his brothers watching slack jawed as Hux rides him in reverse, cock slapping against his stomach while Kylo grabs his wrists to pound upwards. The way Hux would act all shy in the beginning but secretly moan louder for them as they touch themselves too. But no, Kylo could never let them touch.

AH: Please sir, I need more

Fucking brat.

KR: u like when I say no to u don’t u
love me having the cntrl over ur orgsm
KR: Cld have evn mre cntrl if i was the one insde

He puts the vibrations up to max, vibrator now pulsing inside of Hux at an eye watering frequency.

AH: Please can I cum sir
AH: please sir
AH: please ill do anything

Ten, nine, eight.. he counts down in his head trying to control as his own cock is about to burst.

KR: u can cum

His orgasm rips through him, cum spurting up his stomach like a fountain. His hips strain upwards automatically, searching for a body above that isn’t there like they know Hux is meant to be the one he’s pumping into. The rush of adrenaline leaves him sweaty and breathless. He can hear his heart beating as he gets his breathing back under control.

AH: Thank you, Sir.

Back to proper punctuation now he supposes.

He’s not sure how long he can go on like this, Kylo thinks as he leans over to his nightstand to grab a handful of tissues. Knowing Hux is just a flight of stairs away as he begs him to let him cum with Kylo’s name on his lips.

His phone dings again unexpectedly.

AH: I may have lacked some forethought in this plan.
AH: Please could you bring a towel or clothes to the shower room?

Kylo is grabbing his fluffiest jumper and the cleanest towel before he can even think. He hurries to the shower room, the cosy bundle swung over his shoulder.

He knocks twice. The lock clicks and he shuffles inside with as much subtlety as you can at 6’2.

“Hi,” Hux’s hair is damp from where he must have washed off after their… thing.

“I brought you stuff,” he clears his throat as realizes he’s been staring, but wow, it’s not like he can help it. You can’t tell from the layers of starched shirts and v-necks that Hux wears but his torso is all pale lean muscle. The slight freckles on his face are bolder on his chest and the happy trail Kylo spotted at the start of the year leads tantalisingly down to his spent cock. There’s a rosiness to his cheeks that isn’t normally there, red spreading across his nose and up his sharp cheekbones. The water droplets on his eyelashes catch the light as he blinks. He looks, well, he looks fucked.

Hux towels himself off either ignoring or not caring at Kylo’s hungry eyes, “Sorry about this, I do appreciate the help.”

“You always masturbate naked?”

That catches Hux off guard who looks at his feet as he dries his legs.

“It’s nicer. Less sweat on clothes afterwards. Better movement for, you know,” he gestures to the shower shelf. The vibrating dildo stands proud.

He moves to put on the sweats Kylo brought. They’re too baggy on him but the oversized jumper is a nice touch. Unlike Vicrul, Kylo’s not actually on a sports team so it doesn’t have his name in big letters on the back but the initials “K.R.” are embroidered in small lettering on the front of the chest, standing out in white against the navy. He hopes Hux forgets his towel more often.

“I’ll, uh, have to try it out next time,” he licks his lips, suddenly parched.

Hux’s eyebrow arches almost imperceptibly, “next time?”

“I meant what I said,” Kylo steps forward slowly to narrow the gap between them and is emboldened by the rosiness that turns to a full on blush under his gaze, “you’re mine aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Hux’s breathe hitches. The temperature in the room feels stuffy. He wants to throw Hux over his shoulder and take him back to his room and show him just how much Kylo’s he really is.

“Good,” he nods.

“Good.”

Chapter Text

Time passes in a blur. The leaves are turning brown before Kylo can count and he just about manages to stay afloat between his classes, frat duties and the gym. While he’s looking forward to thanksgiving break he could do with a few more days off from it all to just chill out for a bit with his brothers. Senator Organa is hosting one of her much loved dinners in New York State to celebrate but he’s not willing to drag himself over just to shake hands with her posse of sycophants.

He allows himself to open the find my friends app before he hits the gym. Han’s location is marked as somewhere in the Pacific as of… 29 hours ago, but given it doesn’t manage to update in the whole ten minutes it takes Kylo to head to the gym, he figures his dad probably came to the same conclusion about Leia’s Thanksgiving plans. Alternatively he really is lost and see and wouldn’t that just be typical.

He shrugs off his outside jacket and slams the locker shut. Kylo’s gym bag is loaded up with two water bottles, a small sweat towel, his battered headphones, chalk (and gloves if his palms protest too much), Ushar’s new creatine of the month (who else goes for strawberry?) and an embarrassing number of recovery bars.

He dumps it by a free bench as he grabs the weights for his warm up set. The gym is pretty quiet given its 10pm on a Saturday but there’s a few people milling about on the cardio machines. Including – wait – a familiar figure bobbing on the treadmill.
Kylo coughs a little but Hux doesn’t look over. Fine whatever. Guess he has airpods in already as his hair flops up and down with his stride. He’s in leggings of all things. Kylo licks his lips, his mouth dry.

He goes through his warm up sets like a machine with 2009 pop punk playing in his headphones. Say what you want about the housing crisis, it sure did make some good music.

Once he’s got his squats out the way he sets up again for bench press. He’s found his groove, Thanksgiving plans finally out of his mind. Ushar’s not here to spot for once so he’s not aiming to max out any time soon but there’s a nice soreness to his arms as he sits up to haul his jumper off.

The surrounding mirrors let him appreciate the pump he’s got going in his arms. While he’s normally a tshirt guy while working out he’s glad he went for the black tank for once. The freedom of movement is great and yeah, he can appreciate his shoulders look huge as he chugs his water.

“How much of your workouts do you spend checking yourself out?”

Kylo splutters around the bottle, “you know it’s not really gym etiquette to be watching other people,” he recovers.

Hux is so much closer now and his leggings are practically painted on as he moves to sit at one of the adjacent benches.

“It was your suggestion,” Hux volleys back, challenging.

Right, Kylo fights the urge to swallow. They haven’t talked about the stuff they’ve said over text like this but yeah he remembers how good it felt dragging Hux’s attention away from the stupid lacrosse practise. And Hux is okay with it. More than okay with it the way he’s staring back.

“I’m not complaining. How often do you come here anyway?”

“Every Monday morning, 6am. Warms me up for the week,”

“Know what you’re doing around the weight section?” he smirks.

“Enough to give you a spot,”

Kylo doesn’t miss the way Hux’s eyes flick to his arms and back. His smirk grows wider.
“I’ve got three more sets left,” he motions his head for Hux to stand behind him. And if he spreads his legs a little wider than usual when he leans back, sue him.

He doesn’t really need the spot during reps but for all his lithe muscle Hux is surprisingly good at guiding the bar back to its rest position at the end of each set. Kylo doesn’t put his headphones back on so lifts in tempo to Hux’s breaths instead. He keeps his eyes trained to a spot on the ceiling a few metres in front of them, eyebrows creasing with concentration.

He’s sweating profusely by the time they finish but Hux doesn’t look like he minds.

“Cool down set?” he suggests, unloading one of the weights already with measured ease. He stacks it neatly on the rack.

Kylo doesn’t go for them as often as he should so he nods, “sure thing,” and leans back again, conscious of how his tank has ridden up to his belly button.

This time Hux doesn’t go back to standing behind him. Instead he feels him before he sees him.

The weight of Hux’s ass settles across his thighs just a few inches back from his crotch which is starting to stir with interest. Hux raises an eyebrow as if daring Kylo to say anything. He settles on a shit eating grin instead. If Hux wants to play it that way he’s happy to indulge.

“Like the view?” his voice is an octave lower as the bar moves to his chest.

He’s rewarded with Hux shuffling against him and clearing his throat, “I could get used to it.”

His veins burn with the need to keep going, keep Hux’s eyes trained on him, as he shows off his strength the best way he knows how. It’s meant to be a cool down set but Kylo can’t bring himself to stop the reps as his triceps begin to ache pleasurably. He pants but not from exhaustion. His brain is tripping with endorphins. He feels like he could go on forever under Hux’s watchful gaze, the way his ass is pressed to his thighs, grounding him.

He probably would go on forever but Kylo’s phone rings and Hux scoots off him, suddenly remembering that this gym, though quiet, is still pretty public.

“What do you want?” his voice is gravely as he picks up, gaze still locked on Hux who’s turned his back and is very interested in the dumbbells.

“Is that any way to talk to your mother Benjamin?” his mother’s strong tone stings. It’s a good thing she can’t see him roll his eyes.

“Sorry I didn’t see the caller ID. Just distracted with work that’s all.”

“Oh Ben,” she softens, “you’ve always been a hard worker. Are you sure you don’t want to come home for Thanksgiving? I know how cold it gets there.”

As he watches Hux bend at the waist to stretch out he thinks that won’t be a problem this year.

“It’s fine mom. I should be here for the frat anyway, set a good example you know? In case anyone else is staying,”

She hums in agreement, “If you’re sure honey. You know Senator Palpatine is bringing his niece. You always got on so well with her and she’s only a couple years younger than you. You should start taking your future more seriously, you won’t be young and handsome forever you know!”

He fights the urge to throw his phone into the wall. He keeps his eyes on Hux’s leggings and breathes deeply through his nose.

“Have a happy holidays, mom. I’ll call you Thursday.”

He presses hang up with more force than he really should before stalking over to Hux. He’s stretching between cat and cow yoga poses like he has all the time in the world before standing up.

Kylo presses into his back to see the way his eyes widen in the gym mirror. They look good like this. Hux is only a little shorter than him but his narrow shoulders mean it would be so easy for Kylo’s arms to cage him in each side by a wall or, preferably, a bed. He settles for a punishing grip at Hux’s waist instead and tries to even out his frustrated breathing.

“Bad day?”

“Something like that,”

He breathes closer into Hux’s neck. His post-run scent is practically making him drool and he has half a mind to drag him back to the locker room to relish him now but he’s off kilter from the sudden call and this is not the way he’s planning to take Hux for the first time. His mind scrabbles for control but he settles for sinking his his fingers deeper into Hux’s waist, digging at the flesh.

“Kylo-”

“No permission tonight,” he grits out.

A whine escapes Hux throat unbidden and he releases his grip.

“Was the spotting okay at least?” Hux turns around to face him but doesn’t meet his eye.

“You did great Hux, it’s just- ” he trails off. He doesn’t know how to explain himself, or even to identify what he’s thinking to begin explaining himself. But he needs Hux to know he’s not turning him away forever. “Pack your stuff. We’re going back to mine to shower- separately.”

Hux nods, appeased but still not quite back to his usual self. Kylo doesn’t let him out of his sight as he packs up his bag again. He swings an arm over Hux’s shoulder, pulling him closer than two gym buddies should be, but doesn’t let go the whole walk home.

He lets Hux shower in his en-suite first cause he’s a gentleman like that, even if he’s not ready to fuck like one. He grabs a phone charger and Hux’s toothbrush from his room, which should feel like a major violation of privacy but Kylo reasons it’s for a good cause, even if that cause is for him to stay in Kylo’s room for longer without needing anything.

When he gets back he realizes he forgot to grab clothes but Hux has worn his once before without complaint so he gets the same “K.R.” embroidered sweatshirt and the softest clean pair of sleep pants he can find to lay on the bed.

He’s reading his emails at his desk as Hux emerges with a towel round his waist, “the clothes on the bed are for you, put them on.”

Hux’s cheeks are flushed from the heat of the shower already but they briefly burn brighter at the implication.

“I, uh- am gonna go shower too now. Pick out a book, or whatever,” not quite ready to relinquish Hux to his own decisions yet.

“Yes Kylo,” Hux’s tone is soft but sure. This feels even more out of bounds than their explicit messages and Kylo stalks off to the bathroom to get wash off the tension.

His shower gel is a little lower than he remembers and he let his mind wander to thoughts of Hux smelling like him as he scrubs at his hair and rinses. He manages to dry himself with one hand as he brushes his teeth with the other. He’s got the art of balancing finely tuned after many mornings spent rushing to class. He takes the time to floss for good measure. It’s not stalling, he tells himself, he’s just taking pride in his appearance.

When he opens the door back to his room Hux is on his bed with his knees tucked to his chest, book rest on them just as Kylo suggested.

He glances around the rest of the room as he opens his drawer to find his own sleepwear. There’s no longer any clothes on the floor- they’re either in a (now rather full) laundry basket, or folded neatly on one of his chairs. The books he had strewn around his room have been shelved, empty snack wrappers in the trash and pencils neatly back in their pot.

“You’ve been busy,” he keeps his tone neutral as stretches the chosen tshirt over his head.

“Tidy room, tidy mind,” Hux shoots back, still looking at his book.

He looks at home in Kylo’s bed, like he’s meant to be there.

“Thank you. I mean it.”

“Anything I can do to help,” he shrugs, catching Kylo’s eye. His eyes are wildly earnest and Kylo feels a pang in his chest.

“Sorry about earlier, my mom is just,” he sighs, “she’s overbearing as fuck,”

Hux barks a laugh, book forgotten in his lap, “parents suck.”

“Amen to that,” Kylo nods. “Sometimes its like she forgets I have will of my own. Makes me lash out,” he briefly remembers his therapist trying to teach him the difference on the things he could and couldn’t control.

“My father’s the same,” Hux pauses. He’s never brought him up before, or any kind of family life that Kylo can remember so he doesn’t press, just listens. “He expects me to follow blindly but I need more, I need to be able to choose who I… follow,” he looks at Kylo who settles on the other end of the bed.

“You can choose whoever you want to Hux,” his breath stuck in his throat. “I’ve seen your grades and your work ethic. This whole,” he gestures, “thing, doesn’t need to happen.” Even if it would crush Kylo to let it go.

Hux shuffles down to where Kylo is sitting at the edge of his bed “No Kylo,” he huffs impatiently, “this whole thing," he copies the gesture, "is good for me. The structure, being accountable. I like it.”

“So what you're saying is-”

“What I’m saying is I want to continue,” he looks away but links their hands, “I’m choosing for you to choose. Or at least when it comes to things like that. Alright?”

Kylo beams back at Hux and lets himself take in the view. Hux’s eyelashes flutter, gaze still trained on the corner of the room. His chest is moving in shallow breaths compared to the bob in his throat. Ginger locks are still damp and call to Kylo’s fingers before he can realize what he’s doing.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he hums lowly. Hux’s chest hitches in Kylo’s jumper as he twists to face him fully. It lets Kylo get a better grip of him and he settles on one hand in his hair with his other thumb stroking Hux’s delicate jaw line. It’s distractingly smooth like Hux must have to shave every day and Kylo needs to be the one dragging his tongue across to check. Hux’s free hands find his thighs as he leans into the touch, sighing deeply.

“Let me stay?” he finally meets Kylo’s eyes.

Kylo responds by pulling him in closer.

“You’re mine remember.”

Hux is surprisingly light to scoop up in his arms as he repositions them both back to the head of his bed. Hux’s skin is milky white against his dark gray sheets.

“Stay,” they both smile “but you’re still picking the first movie. It’s too early to subject you to repeats of The Office,”

“Ugh, definitely not,”

He wiggles out of Hux’s grip just long enough to grab his laptop and types in his Netflix password to let Hux browse as he snatches another blanket from his closet. Hux leans into it as he drapes it around his shoulders, like a cat basking in front of a fire. Once he’s settled back to Hux’s side the bed is small enough for two growing men that Kylo feels no shame about tucking Hux closer to his chest. He hits play on Indiana Jones and leans back, phone call long forgotten.