pangolinpirate:

“You dozed off… You’re gonna miss it,” Ben whispered, gently running his hand over bright red hair, “Only a minute left now.”

“M’not missing anything,” Hux mumbled sleepily, nuzzling into Ben’s thigh.

Ben looked fondly down at his husband, and teased, “You don’t want to start the new year with a kiss?”

“Just want to lay here with you,” Hux sighed contentedly, “There will be plenty of time for kissing.”

“Is that a promise?” Ben asked cheerily, sliding his hand over Hux’s chest to lay against his shoulder.

“Promise.” Hux replied, wrapping his sleep-weakened hand and over Ben’s.

Ben glanced at the clock hanging over the sofa and watched as the second hand raced toward twelve.

“You know,” Hux’s voice called to Ben, begging his attention, “I love you.”

Ben smiled fondly down at the man resting in his lap, thinking of what the new year held for them, and answered, “I love you too.”