Oooooh, Hux/Poe no. 20, please?
This is the sappiest gingerpilot I’ve done (900+, M, very slight nsfw text, Poe wakes up in the infirmary after a crash and is surprised to find Hux there.)
Poe woke to harsh brightness. It engulfed his vision, so stunning he couldn’t even be sure if his eyes were open. He wasn’t even sure if he was alive.
He tried to sit. How did he do that? He couldn’t remember how his muscles worked. He blinked rapidly, at least he thought he did; the brightness was still there. Was he looking at a light, a ceiling? He had to get up. He had to figure out what the hell was going on. He wriggled his toes. Good. They were there. That was a start. He tried to rock his body, gain momentum. The stark white was fading into shadows and shapes. He needed to sit up. Come on, Dameron, you’re almost there. Keep moving.
“I wouldn’t move too much if I were you.”
Poe turned to the voice. Maybe. He wasn’t quite sure where it was coming from. In the brightness, there was a figure. He blinked more, focused on that voice. He knew that voice. Knew it so well. It was cold and curt. But there was something underneath it. Disappointment? Shame? Worry?
He didn’t need to see Hux’s face to know he was sneering but as his eyes finally focused, there was the General. He was standing stiff and upright. But his uniform jacket was unbuttoned and his gloves were off. His hair didn’t have product in it and his under eyes were darker than usual. Where would Hux be that he’d let himself be seen in such a state?
Poe looked around. They were in the infirmary. He was in a cot.
“Indeed.” Hux stepped closer. “Your TIE crashed during the assault. You’re very lucky the evac team was able to rescue you.”
“I. Nngh… I never… crash.”
“You were shot down. It wasn’t entirely your fault but we’ll get to that when you’re debriefed. You sustained three broken ribs and a shattered collarbone. Luckily for you, we got you in a bacta tank in time so the bones have mostly healed. As have the bruises. But as you know, you’re going to be very sore for the next few days so—”
“What happened to my TIE?”
Hux scowled at the interruption but didn’t reprimand Poe. “I’m afraid it was destroyed during the crash.”
“Fuck,” Poe said, voice hoarse, wanting to shout but unable to. “That’s bullshit.”
“The evac team had a choice. The Order’s best pilot or his ship.”
Poe stared at Hux, angry now. He didn’t know why. He was angry. There was nothing else to do. He could barely move. He just had to sit here and listen to how much he fucked up. “So what the fuck are you doing here, huh? Did they tell you when I’d wake so you could come to mock me? What’s the time?”
“You got up in the middle of the night just to tell me what a fucking moron I am?”
“I haven’t left the infirmary.”
Hux exhaled and looked around the room. He ran a hand through his messy hair and sat on the edge of the cot. “I’ve been here since the end of my shift. I didn’t go back to my quarters.”
Hux’s voice softened slightly. It was that tone reserved only for Poe, in their most quiet and intimate moments.
Hux crinkled his nose and Poe thought it made him look so much younger. “Why do you think?” He reached for Poe’s arm and then hesitated, dropped his hand back to his lap. “I waited until the end of my shift so I wasn’t putting everyone out there way. And I’ve been here since.”
Poe sighed and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry I did that to you. I… I’ve never had a crash like this before.”
The bed shifted and warm lips touched his forehead, just for a second. Poe couldn’t recall a time Hux had ever done that. He could barely remember the last time he received a kiss on the forehead at all. It wasn’t bad. It was quite pleasant and comforting. It was just new. Poe opened his eyes just in time to catch the expression on Hux’s face before he returned to his cold demeanour. He looked sad. Poe found he saw that expression a lot, especially when Hux woke from the haunting dreams that plagued him. He never spoke about it but Poe saw.
Hux did touch his arm this time, his right arm, squeezing it lightly. “I know you haven’t. You’re the best pilot we have.” He paused, brow furrowing a little. “And… I’m glad you’re alive.”
“General, that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”
“Perhaps.” Hux squeezed his arm again. “You may not be able to move your arm well for the next few days. If you need assistance dressing and eating, I can help with that.”
“What about jacking off?”
Hux smirked at that, just a little lift of the corner of his lips. “Since I’m feeling very generous over my poor, injured pilot, I’ll give you as many blowjobs as you want.”
Hux looked around the room, checking to see if anyone was nearby. Poe couldn’t hear anyone so he assumed the coast was clear. Hux turned back to him, tilted his head. “Suppose we do need to check that all of you is functioning correctly.”
“You don’t want your best pilot performing poorly.”
“Certainly not. He wouldn’t be very useful to me if that was the case.” Hux stood up and pulled the sheet back. “Now, let’s test your stamina, Dameron.”
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