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The apartment they were assigned was small, as were the beds. At least the mattresses were pleasantly firm, almost up to First Order regulations. They were so narrow that a fully grown person could sleep barely comfortably in them.
That didn’t stop the two occupants of the unit from being closely entwined on one of the beds. They were touching from their chests to their toes, both still fully clothed. The shorter man had slipped one leg between the other’s thighs, who was rubbing his obvious erection against it. Suddenly, the taller redheaded man pulled away, interrupting their make-out session.
‘Wait, Dopheld,’ Armitage Hux panted.
Mitaka stopped immediately and leaned back. Gingerly, he touched his lips, reddened from kissing. ‘Yes?’
‘I– cannot– we cannot,’ Hux said, putting a few inches between himself and his partner. He lay at the very edge of the bed, but didn’t get up, as Mitaka noted with relief. Hux seemed ashamed, and on closer inspection, also angry. Mitaka had an idea what was going on and gently placed a hand on the other man’s hip.
‘Armitage, relax. Today isn’t the day?’
Frustrated, Hux rubbed his face with one hand. ‘I do not know how to do it.’
‘I’m with you, and I’m happy just to hold and kiss you.’ To emphasize his point, Mitaka steadily stroked Hux’s hip and waist until the ginger had calmed down.
Finally, Hux scooted closer and pulled Mitaka into his arms, resting his chin on the shorter man’s hair.
‘It cannot be that hard to have penetrative sex. Trillions of people before us have done it. I want to give you this experience, but I do not know how,’ Hux murmured, the embarrassment clearly audible in his voice.
My sweet Armitage, Mitaka thought, snuggling closer. He wasn’t foolish enough to call Hux that at this moment, of course. Another thought came back into Mitaka’s mind.
‘Armitage, have you considered my proposal?’
‘What do you mean?’ Hux asked. He stiffened, which made it clear to Mitaka that his partner immediately understood exactly what he meant.
‘When you encounter an obstacle that you can’t overcome on your own, even with intensive studies and data analysis, you should consult an expert in that field. You agree, don’t you?’
‘Yes, I do,’ Hux allowed grudgingly. ‘Dopheld, your proposition is ridiculous. He will never–’
‘He flirts with you all the time!’
‘He undoubtedly does not! I would have noticed if that scoundrel of a man was flirting with me,’ Hux snorted.
Mitaka heard Hux’s heart race at the thought of Commander Dameron. His partner couldn’t fool him. He was definitely interested in the attention the pilot was giving him.
‘Would you now? You didn’t understand that I wanted to get closer to you.’
‘You are always polite and respectful to everyone. How could I have known–’
‘Armitage, I literally invited you to a romantic dinner, just you and me. Well, and the countless mosquitoes swarming around us,’ Mitaka sighed. That was inevitable with life on a jungle moon. ‘So, believe me when I say that Commander Dameron would be more than willing to share his expertise in this area with us.’ Nervously, Hux’s fingers tapped out a fast, precise rhythm on Mitaka’s shoulder.
‘Assuming I agreed, how would you convince him?’
‘Oh, I don’t think it will take much convincing. I’ll ask him. We’re on good terms,’ Mitaka said confidently.
‘I need to sample more data. I will let you know my decision within the next week.’ Mitaka tilted his head back, smiled and kissed Hux on the lips. ‘That’s all I’m asking. Thank you.’