“Honey?”
Tag: techienician
I would love to see something where Matt is depressed or feeling low self-esteem or something like that – but not angry – and it’s Techie to the emotional rescue. Thank you for being open to prompts!
I am SOOOO sorry this took so long! I’m back in the game!
It took Techie a few moments to realize that the near-shapeless lump in the corner draped in Matt’s jacket was Matt. It wasn’t like him to sit hunched in on himself, hugging his knees, chin set atop them. On any given day at the end of shift, Techie was much more likely to find Matt sprawled on their bed or lounging in the side chair…or pacing, if he was angry. This one he had never seen. With brows drawn in, Techie made sure to create enough noise with his steps that Matt wouldn’t be surprised if touched on the shoulder. The only thing that happened when he settled light fingers on Matt’s shoulder was that Matt deflated, somehow sinking deeper. Techie took a breath. “Babe?”“Hey,” was the listless response, followed on by a sniffle. Matt dragged the back of his huge hand over his eye. It might have come away a little wet.
“Did you meet your new team?” Techie asked.
Another sniffle. “Sort of.”
Techie kissed the top of Matt’s head then settled down behind him to drape his arms around him. “What happened?”
With a sigh, Matt said, “Well, they obviously heard about why I got kicked off the last team. I thought things were going fine at first. They weren’t talking much, but I figured it was just because I’m new. Then, at the mess hall, I sat down with my tray. The whole team was behind me in line, but I watched them all walk away one by one and sit at a different table.” A sigh. “I obviously couldn’t go back with my old team. Burned that bridge. So I ended up eating alone.”
“I wish I could have been there,” Techie told him.
“Well, it just would have been you and me, then.”
Techie smiled, sitting back on his heels. He thought a moment. “It’s always that.”
Matt turned. His eyes were rimmed with red, and it broke Techie’s heart. “What do you mean?”
Letting his smile deepen, Techie stroked Matt’s forehead. “You and me. Always.”
That brought forth a hesitant turning up of the corners of Matt’s mouth. “I know.” Then his face fell. “It doesn’t do me much good when I’m by myself in the mess hall, listening to everybody around me talk and laugh.”
“Listen,” Techie said, “this new team? They know one thing about you.”
“One bad thing.”
“And they’re using that to judge you, because they don’t know any better. But I know a thousand things about you. And I know that person who threw the wrench isn’t the person that I see. Not all of him, at least. Not by a long shot.”
Matt’s tone was hopeless. “So, what are you going to do? Come talk to my team?”
Shaking his head, Techie said, “No. But you are.”
Matt looked befuddled.
“You said they didn’t talk today. Did you talk?”
A head-shake. Matt said, “No. I just kind of went with the flow.”
“Because you’re sorry for what you did on the last team?”
“Yeah,” Matt said. “I didn’t want to put across a bad impression.”
“So apologize.”
“I already did. Still got kicked off.”
“No,” Techie said, “tell the new team you’re sorry.”
“Why?” Matt’s look was wary, defensive.
Techie squeezed Matt’s shoulders. “To break the ice. They know one thing about you, you said. Show them another. Show them you’re not that guy.”
Matt lowered his chin onto his knees again. “I am that guy.”
“You were. One time,” Techie said. “You’re a lot more things than that. I know it, now you just have to let them know it.” In response to Matt’s worried expression, Techie kissed his cheek and said, “It’ll be hard. It might be uncomfortable for a while. But you remember when you wanted to be with me, right?”
Matt couldn’t help but grin at that. “I chased you. For weeks.”
“Yeah,” said Techie. “Showing me all the things you were the whole time. I couldn’t help but fall in love with you. Every bit of you.”
Shaking his head, Matt whispered, “Not with the asshole who chucked the wrench.”
“Especially him. Think about this: did you still love me when I was mad at you and wouldn’t let you touch me for a whole day?”
“You slept in the chair that night,” Matt said. “It was horrible.”
“I know, and I regret it. But you don’t judge me by just that.”
“Of course not.”
“So chase your team like you chased me. Not, you know, romantically, but as friends. Earn their trust. Just like you did with me. I know you will because you’re not any more the guy who threw the wrench all the time than I am the person who shunned you just to prove a stupid point. You’re a whole person, not a single act. It’ll take some work, but I know you can do it, because you did it with me.”
Matt unfolded himself and slipped his arm around Techie’s waist, drawing him close. “You’re perfect. You know that?”
Techie laughed. “Not even close. But all any of us can do is try to be better.”
Some Techienician for your evening.
A fluffy prompt- Matt and Techie are getting married! Go with that wherever you’d like, I just want our sweet boys to have a happily-ever-after. (And if you decide it’s necessary we see what happens on their wedding night, well, you’re the author and who are we to question your superior story telling knowledge.)
Parte the Firste:
As the music plays, Matt thinks: If I remember one thing for the rest of my life, it will be that—standing there in front of the floral bower, nervous and sweating but so damn excited. I will remember the scent of my own cologne drifting up through the collar of my tight-buttoned shirt and thinking about how he smells when he’s close to me. I will think about how my heart skipped when the simple, lovely notes began. I know we rehearsed this—I know—but practice doesn’t come close to the real thing. When you’re under the spring sunlight on a day so perfect it aches inside your bones. I will remember closing my eyes and breathing as if it were the last breath I would take. And it might as well have been the last, or at least the last of a prior era and the first of a new one. Because he walked out then, his steps slow but not timid. He was dressed entirely in white: white suit, white waistcoat, white tie. Brilliant in the light, blinding. His red hair spilling over the collar and onto his shoulders. Sometimes adorably unkempt, that hair was now brushed and shiny, falling around his high cheekbones, a strand caught between lips I had kissed. He ducked his head and moved the lock out of the way with a self-conscious twitch of his hand. That seemingly final breath stuck in my throat, where my heart felt like it was pressing, trying to move up and out of my mouth, spill everything I was about to say and all the subtext below it. If I started talking I’d never stop, I thought, until his lips put an end to the stream and all else was wordless wonder.
As the music plays, Techie thinks: If I remember one thing for the rest of my life, it will be this. My skin tingling with its proximity to his own, my hand caught up in his. I feel the silky material of his tuxedo jacket underneath hypersensitized fingers. It’s as if all of my awareness is sharpened, everything curled up tight like a fist protecting a small treasure. His other hand—so big and warm—is at my waist. In spite of all the layers of cloth between us (of which there will be none soon enough!) I can feel the flex of his muscles as he moves. Careful-but-perfect steps, just as we had rehearsed. Had he practiced on his own? I could imagine him, taking the empty posture in front of a mirror, one arm high, the other low. I could see him biting his lip when his foot went astray, brow drawing inward in the way that made my insides twist with the desire to kiss that furrowed forehead, dispel the worry. Perhaps he pushed his glasses up his nose, shook his head, resumed the pose and continued, wanting always and ever to get it right. (He had offered to wear contact lenses today, but I told him that I wanted to see him just as I’d met him, in the way in which I slowly and quite unwittingly fell in love with him.) I feel his shaved-smooth cheek closer to my own, brushing now and again with the softness and precision of our movements. The song is drawing to its close and I fight against it with my mind, willing it to go on and on and on so we can remain here, suspended, below the soft lights and breathing one another in.
When the dance ends, they stay as they are for a moment, jaw pressed against jaw. The entire room is applauding, but it seems so much background noise, like the shushing of a sea just over the horizon. Each feels the other’s breath on their necks, sweetened with the wine that quenched them after the stuttering earnestness of the vows.
Matt’s lips were chapped when they had kissed. Techie had fumbled with his ring. There had been sneezes in the gallery and laughter when the officiant dropped her microphone. All of this and its imperfect perfection was impressed upon their minds and it all reeled through once again and fluttered away on glossy ribbons. All broke apart into confetti and settled into the periphery around the impenetrable shape that was this. And you. And you.
Parte the Seconde! (The Wedding Night)
I absolutely love your techienician! It’s everything I’ve ever needed 💕If you’re still taking prompts I’d love some real smutty techienician with techie riding matt and calling him daddy 🙏🏽
Oooh honey, this is pushing my kink buttons SO hard. Rock on.
Matt was sitting on the bunk and reluctantly getting dressed, putting on his socks first to mitigate the effect of the cold floor below his bare soles, when Techie emerged from the refresher. Once again—as always, pretty much—Matt could barely do anything but stare.
Fragile: Handle With Care – RosieRivendell – Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Dredd (2012)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clan Techie/Matt the Radar Technician
Characters: Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie
Additional Tags: Smut, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Hand Jobs, Masturbation
Summary:If there is one person on board the Finalizer Techie cannot stand, it’s that Matt the radar technician.
That’s too bad for Matt, because he is desperately in love with Techie.
Now complete!
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