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HIT AND REN

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There was the screeching sound of brakes before the car hit Hux. He was sort of draped over the hood at the impact, then slid down the front of it, finally slumping onto on the muddy ground.

He had never been in a situation where his reflexes had been properly tested. Nothing had ever happened to him that had made him aware of whether he was a fight, flight or freeze kind of man.

Until now.

He had been out on his afternoon jog, following his regular route, where at one point he had to jump from the thick brush of the forest edge and into the road to continue. This was never usually a problem, because there weren’t that many cars out here. But today, when he had jumped into the road, there had been an almost immediate honk of a horn, and as Hux turned to his left to see a car coming at him, he had frozen completely. He had stared at it like some deer caught in its headlights, simply waiting to get hit.

“Fuck! Shit! Fuck!” a dark voice sounded as a door slammed. A very tall and massively built man came into Hux’s view from around the side of the car. “Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead,” he chanted.

Hux groaned where he lay. He felt beaten up, but he was pretty sure he wasn’t severely injured in any way. Frankly, what bothered him the most was that his new compression running tights had ripped at his right knee. He had bought them only last week, and they were expensive.

“I’m not dead,” he grunted.

The stranger sighed in relief. “Thank fuck.”

Hux rolled over on his side and, somewhat painfully, propped himself up on one hand.

“No-no-no-no-no-no,” the man said quickly, squatting next to Hux and putting his hands (very strong hands) on his shoulders to steady him. “Don’t get up, you’re hurt.”

“I’m fine,” Hux tried to brush off, eyeing the dark-haired, brown-eyed and not awful-looking man studying him worriedly.

“Except you’re bleeding,” he pointed out, the furrow between his thick brows deepening by the second.

Hux touched his fingers to his own forehead, realising that yes, he was in fact bleeding from a wound close to his hairline. Ugh, what a mess. His tights were ruined, he was grimy all over from the mud on the ground, and now he was bleeding as well.

“You need to go to a hospital. You might have a concussion or something,” the man said.

“There’s no need for that,” Hux shook his head. He tried to scramble up from the ground, but before he was able to move, the man put one arm under both of his knees and the other around his back.

“That wasn’t really a question.”

Hux made an embarrassing squeal as he was swiftly lifted up from the ground and into the air by this gorilla-strong man’s arms. Hux could see how his bulging biceps peeked out from the sleeves of his t-shirt as he held onto him, and for a moment, Hux didn’t feel any pain, only heat.

Then he realised what was actually happening, and he started to squirm. “For god’s sake, I’m not an invalid!”

“Stay still,” the man told him, tightening his grip so hard on Hux, he was almost crushed into his pecs, which was a sure way of getting Hux to shut up.

He got him into the passenger seat of his car; Hux getting a whiff of a woody scent as he bent over him to buckle him up.

“I’m really fine,” Hux told him as he drove off in the opposite direction of where he had come from.

“I’m not taking that chance. If for no other reason than the fact that I’ll get the blame if something happens to you.”

He said it jokingly, even throwing a look at Hux and smiling crookedly, but he actually seemed pretty worried. Hux couldn’t blame him for that. If he had hit someone with his car, he probably would have freaked out too.

At the hospital, Hux had to sew three stitches, and was confirmed to indeed have a mild concussion. The doctor told him that he needed to rest, and she looked at the stranger when she said that Hux should have someone take him home.

“I’ll do it,” he confirmed right away, his face still ridden with guilt.

When the doctor left, Hux couldn’t help but tease, “At least treat a man to dinner before you insist on going home with him. And maybe tell him your name.”

The man broke into a wide smile at Hux’s words. He had undoubtedly been attractive with a brooding look on his face, but that smile… that smile made Hux heat up again.

“My name is Ben,” he said. “And why don’t we make that dinner our second date.”