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“I can feel you lingering in the doorway.”

Hux rocks to the balls of his feet as he’s caught, hesitating before stepping fully within the boundaries of the tiny kitchen. 

He had grown up under the brutal care of Brendol Hux. He had been slammed to the ground before his crew by invisible hands. He’s had blasters drawn in his face, knives angled at his throat—there was even a time he did a short stint in medbay after contracting an unknown virus from an outer rim planet. And yet, nothing struck the same terror in him as hearing Kylo Ren say the words “I’m cooking dinner.”

“I have a sensitive stomach,” Hux warns now, craning his neck to try to see but not daring to step closer, half afraid that whatever’s in the skillet will jump out to bite him.

“I’m aware.”

“I can’t eat anything spicy.”

“I know.”

“Not even the slightest bit spicy.”

“This isn’t.”

“Well then.” Hux pads softly across the pristine, shined floors to peer over Ren’s shoulder. “Shrimp?”

“Angel-pin shrimp, yes.”

Hux audibly sniffs, brows lifting towards his hairline as he finds it actually smells quite delectable. He watches the way Ren turns them in the pan, and then sets down his tongs to pick up a knife instead, chopping some sort of nearly translucent, green vegetable into tidy, even slices.

“You can cook?”

Ren huffs a rumbling laugh that Hux can feel where he had inadvertently pressed his own chest against Ren’s back. “I can. That’s why I offered.”

“Mm.” Hux steps back to lean against the counter instead, transfixed as he watches the vegetables be slid in with the shrimp, sizzling when they meet the oil pooled in the bottom. A dash of pink salt is sprinkled across the top, a pinch of a yellow, dry spice he doesn’t recognize, the movements fast and familiar. “Where did you learn?”

“I didn’t have many friends as a child—”

“I figured.”

“—but we had a kitchen droid that didn’t mind me hanging around.”

Ren turns around before Hux has a chance to answer, a lazy smile tilting up his lips as his warm brown eyes meet Hux’s. He lifts his pinched fingers towards Hux’s lips, pressing something juicy against them. Hux accepts the bite with no small measure of hesitance, but it tastes as good as it looked, though he isn’t given a chance to say that either as he’s silenced with a kiss.

“You taste good,” Ren teases once he pulls away before facing the stove again, leaving Hux breathless and wide eyed behind him.

“I know,” is all Hux can dumbly think to say when his thoughts catch up. And then: “A droid was my only friend when I was little too.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, friend is a bit of a strong word. He fed me ration bars.”

Hux shifts his weight from one foot to the other, rolling to the balls of his feet to his heels and back again, as he watches Ren resume his cooking as if nothing had just happened, as if he hadn’t kriffing kissed him. Gathering his boldness around him, he steps forward to press against Ren’s side, not well versed in the way of flirting, but physical contact seemed a good first step. “But I think I like this better.”