#tech x m!reader

You sat in the co-pilot’s chair, arms crossed and leaning back.  Tech sat in the pilot’s chair, tinkering with some self-made miniature droid.  Everyone else was asleep, Echo in his hammock, Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair each in their respective bunks.  The ship was decently quiet, except for Wrecker’s occasional snoring, which, honest to Kad Ha'rangir, sounded like a Venator class star-destroyer powering up.  Contrasting the man’s tremendous snores, the hyper-drive produced a nice and constant low hum, with beeps sounding out every once in a while.  Tech’s screws and wrenches would clang out, and the sound of sparks would startle you into a more awake state each time it occurred.

Although there was no way he could know, seeing as your helmet was facing directly out the view-port, you were staring from the corner of your eyes.  Hard.  The way he effortlessly moved his fingers across the droid, connecting and severing wires from point A to point B, or how the golden sparks would illuminate his face and reflect off his goggles, casting a beautiful glow that you simply couldn’t get enough of.  Truthfully, you couldn’t have been more grateful for your helmet and culture, knowing full well he would have caught on to your… tendencies, and quick, if you didn’t wear it- bearing all your embarrassing expressions out to the world.

You knew it was bad to be feeling like this.  They were in the middle of war, which was no time for romantic relationships.  And, truthfully, you didn’t even know if Tech, or anyone else, liked you.  For all you knew, they simply had high tolerance for annoyingly secretive men they were assigned to work with.  You had always avoided questions about the culture you grew up with, obviously always avoided taking off your helmet, and hardly took off any of your armor- even when it came time to sleep.  Which must have been unsettling for them, or anyone, really, you were sure.  Someone who was highly skilled in fighting, but never took anything off, always electing to remain in the armor that was most certainly not a comfort to sleep in.  And, clearly, the fact that, out of nowhere, the Republic had hired and assigned you to them.  They had every reason not to trust you- or to, at the least, not like you.

And you had no clue what to do to lessen that mistrust.  Telling them about your culture was out of the question- you couldn’t deal with the…issues revolving when, if at all, anyone would be close enough to take off your helmet.  they might think they were close enough, but you didn’t.  Or, even worse, you might think you were close enough, but they didn’t.  And, Kriff, if they caught on to you hypothetically taking off your helmet more around Tech than the others, they would easily piece together your feelings.

But, hey, maybe you were wrong.  Maybe they found you at least somewhat amusing, somewhat useful, somewhat not a nuisance.  And maybe, just maybe, Tech would even feel the same way.  Doubtful, but since when was love logical?  A beep came through, pulling you out of the deep pits of overthinking and alerting Tech.  He lifted up his head, temporarily setting down the project.  Tracing his fingers over the wheel and control-panel.  “We have almost arrived.  Would you go and wake up everyone?”

You stood up, stretching your arms as far as they could go, audibly groaning.  “Sure thing, boss.”  You first walked to Echo, shaking him gently.  He was an easy sleeper, after everything.  Hunter could sleep well once he was in it, but otherwise, his enhanced senses made it difficult.  Crosshair was easy enough, not incredibly difficult, but you wouldn’t wake him up by simply walking around either.  Wrecker, on the other hand, slept like a rock.  You found out within the first week of your stay that his brothers would simply punch Wrecker in the shoulder, hard, to wake him up.  Hunter had explicitly granted you permission to do the same.

That being said, you wound up your arm before slugging Wrecker square in the shoulder, earning a startled grunt from him.  Once he registered what was happening, he lopsidedly smiled and mumbled a good morning of sorts.  After the four men were awake, you headed back to the cockpit, electing a chair further in the back so they could all sit closer- a common practice.  Hunter gave the mission debrief- same old, same old.  Just beat up a bunch of droids, and nothing special about this mission.  Echo and Hunter had a smaller, but more advanced battalion of droids to defeat within the building, so they needed to go radio-silent.  Crosshair and Wrecker would take a larger battalion, as would you and Tech.  After everyone was 100% certain in their role, everyone split up.

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Kriff, this was not going well.  Blaster fire everywhere, explosions left and right, and the only Batch member you could see was Tech, double-blasting his way through any droid he saw.  You used a batch of whistling birds, each miniature missile hitting its mark.  Not that the few dozen marks did much damage against the entire droid battalion circling you two.  You reached for the pouch on your hip, which carried the multitude of bombs and droid poppers necessary for war.  Much to your dismay, there was only one bomb left.  And for better or worse, it was a giant bomb.  It would be incredibly difficult to evade- for both you and the droids.  It was designed with the intent of being far above the enemy- not 10 feet away from them.  But this was your only chance- if you could pair the main explosion and send out half a dozen droid poppers while the rest of them were distracted- it would be a victory.  And perhaps if you could run fast enough, dive, and get as many droids behind you to take the majority of the impact- perhaps you’d make it out relatively unscathed.

And, not that in a million light years would you ever admit it, the most important part- Tech would be safe if you pulled off this stunt.  You’d be able to get rid of at least one third of the droids with the large bomb alone, and sending out droid poppers in every direction during that opening would eliminate, at minimum, three quarters of the remaining droids.  All in all, Tech would have only a handful of clankers left, he would be safe, and the mission objective would be claimed as a victory.  Might as well.

“Run south!” you shouted over the blaster fire, instructing Tech.  For a split second he thought to question you, but decided against it.  He knows what he’s doing, and there’s no time to object, he concluded.  Tech sent a nod your way before running, still blasting his way through what was close.  As soon as he was out of range, you pulled the bomb from the waist pouch.  Maker, did you hope this will work.  You stared at the bomb, hoping you would be shown mercy, as if the bomb was a sentient being capable of choosing who to blast and who to not.  With a remorseful sigh, already having spent too long wondering and not doing, you reared your arm back and threw the ball as far as physically capable.

As soon as the sphere of mass destruction left your hand, you bolted- sending out droid poppers in different directions every few seconds, hoping to any god or higher being that they would take the majority of the impact, and not you.

Unfortunately, any and all higher beings seemed to be tastefully against you today.  You felt the heat and force before you heard it.  A stinging sensation sprung throughout your entire body, sending you crashing forward, groaning.  Apparently, you were not far away enough, and there were not enough droids to take the majority of the impact.  Kriff.  There was an excruciating ringing in your ears, or head-?  You weren’t sure, but it was loud and annoying as hell.  The last droid popper rolled from your palm, effectively killing off the half-dozen clankers headed over.

Although it was primarily obscured by the horrendous ringing in your ears, you could pick up faint sounds of blaster fire and metallic bodies hitting the ground.  You shakily got on your hands and knees, one arm clenched tightly over the stomach region, and lifted your head, groaning.  Although it was incredibly difficult to make out in this delirious state, you saw Tech running towards you.  He’s safe, was all you could think.  The mission was a success and he was safe, what else could someone ask for?  With that, there was no longer any reason to stay awake.

You promptly collapsed onto the cold ground, rolling over, hand still clutched.  You were coughing up blood, which just fell back down to your helmet and mouth, casing your cheeks and lips.  “Y/N!” Tech yelled, attempting to keep you awake and responsive- not his most successful attempts. You felt him lift your body upwards, examining the damage.  A shattered off droid piece had pierced through your abdomen, front to back.  Blood coated your armor, turning it from (color) to a dark ugly mess of browns and reds.  His eyes trailed over you, ever worried.  He and his brothers had never faced such an extreme injury, except for Wrecker’s large scar on his head.

“I need to take off your helmet.  I can hear you coughing up blood,” Tech informed.  You attempted to push him off, delirious of the extremity of the situation.  You were not ready to cross that bridge yet.  Tech felt bad, he did.  Even though he couldn’t possibly understand why a culture would not allow someone to simply remove a helmet, he would respect it, and he would respect you.  But in a situation like this, it truly didn’t matter.  If your helmet didn’t come off, you'd drown in your own blood before dying of the shrapnel was even a possibility.

“That was not a request, it was me informing you of what I’m going to do.”  You wanted to give him a smart-ass response, truly, but you couldn’t speak coherently, let alone think of one.  Accepting defeat in this minor battle, your head lolled back into his palm, coughing once again.  He placed his hand under your chin, just on the edge of the helmet, and carefully lifted.  The helmet hissed as he pulled it off, and your eyes squinted harshly at the bright light, now surrounding you from all sides, not just the visor.  This was not how you wanted him to see your face.

Tech grimaced.  Clear from the blood and sweat caking your mouth and cheeks, you had already coughed up a large amount of blood, and he highly doubted it’d be stopping anytime soon.  “Okay…I’m going to move you to that rock over there- you need to be more vertical than horizontal if I am to treat your injuries.”  A mumble was the only response he got.  Tech put his hand on your back, roping underneath your arm.  Using his other arm to support your lower back, he lifted, and despite all his effort in being gentle, it didn’t do much.  Even though the rock in question was only, at most, twenty feet away, it seemed like an impossible task.

With each step, despite Tech supporting the majority of your weight, it felt like another piece of droid shrapnel shooting though you.  Everything became more fuzzy by the second, dizziness overcoming you.  “We are almost there,” he said, observant of your worsening state.  After what felt like an eternity, you had arrived at the large rock.  He turned you around and gently placed you on the rock, blood coating his armor.

Reaching to his waist pockets, Tech pulled out a pair of tweezers, a large roll of bandages, and bacta-spray.  “I will cut space around your chest plate and clothing.  Do not move.”  You groaned, looking up at the sun.  Perhaps you shouldn’t have done the “throw a bomb and hope you outrun it to save someone else’s skin” plan.  Now you’d need a new chest plate and under-armor clothing.  Fantastic.  Tech pulled out a new set of tools, all to cut the chest plate.  Luckily, the hole was jagged and cracked, so finding a good place to further the diameter would not be incredibly difficult.

Tech carefully pulled out bits of the chest plate, making the hole larger by the second.  Unfortunately, him cutting that close, despite his best efforts, still applied far more pressure than you would like on your wound.  It was not a pleasant experience, to say the least.

“I am finished cutting around the front of your chest plate,” he said, breaking the tense silence.

“Okay…” you breathed out, voice shaky and dry.  He looked at you with pity before quickly tearing through the cloth, all too close to the droid bit.  He noticed your extreme uncomfort, face scrunched up, trying not to cry.  He felt pity towards you, but there was no time for any of that.  If he wasn’t quick and adequate, you could very well die.  Tech’s point was emphasized by another fit of blood coming up, some blood dripping on his armor as your head came forward.

He grimaced, using his thumb in a feeble attempt to wipe off the new blood.  “Can you lean forward while I cut open your back?” he asked, unsure whether or not it would be required to fully turn you around.  “Mhm…I think I can manage,” you mumbled, barely above a whisper and hardly intelligible.  You rocked forward, arms outstretched to hold up your weight.  Tech carefully moved behind you before repeating the process.

Eventually, Tech deemed the cloth and armor to be far away enough from the droid.  He would pull out the droid, then fully take off your armor and clothing, apply bacta-spray, and wrap you up.  Once you were on the ship, he could dig out any excess sharpanel.  Then everything would be fine.  He concluded that the best way to get it out was to not let you know.  He deduced that you were, more than likely, not thinking rationally- and even if you were injured, you were still heavily trained, and he didn’t want to risk you trying to push him off if there was a warning for what was to come.  To be fair, doing it suddenly would surprise you, which wouldn’t be much better, but your reaction time was certainly delayed, so it was still the best option.

“Lean back.”  You obliged, hitting the back of the rock and letting your head fall backwards.  While you were still looking upwards, he gripped the droid piece with both hands.  Pulling hard was most certainly not the best option, but he had already spent too much time clearing the space, and there was no equipment for performing the removal in a safe manner.  You would have to deal with it.

Tech pulled on the droid, and he pulled hard.  Your eyes went wide, and you lurched forward, hands grasping at the wound.  Short, ragged breaths filled the sound of the field, paired with the metallic clattering of the droid being tossed aside.  Tech cupped your face in his hands, looking into your eyes.  If you weren’t in so much agony, you would’ve been a flustered, blubbering mess.  “Hold still and do exactly as I tell you.  I need to dig out the smaller shrapnel, but the bleeding must stop soon.  There can be no distractions.”

At this point, you could hardly respond, choking on any words you attempted to form.  Now that the droid was removed, Tech could slip your chest plate off.  “Put your arms up and do not take them down until both your chest plate and clothing have been removed.”  Vision blurry and shaky, you lifted your arms despite them feeling like a hundred pounds each.  Quickly, Tech pulled up on your chest plate, immediately discarding it among the other debris in the field.  Following immediately after, he lifted up your shirt, slightly more conscious of the injury since the cloth was brushing directly against it.

As soon as he finished discarding your shirt, your hands fell limp once again, and you collapsed onto the rock.  Tech quickly doused the affected area with bacta-spray, not particularly caring if it got it more space than needed.  He needed to be quick, and there would be more time later to fix everything.  He positioned himself behind you, legs wrapped around to give you support as he cleaned the back, making sure to wipe off any large chunks of dirt or pieces of rock.  After your back and front were successfully doused in bacta, he re-positioned himself and you.

He moved about two feet away from the rock, legs straddling your waist.  He had turned you around, eyes meeting each other once more.  Your arms were gripping his shoulders, shaking with every breath.  Tech carefully reached around and grabbed the bandages, unfurling them.  He started at your waistline, moving upwards with each layer of binding.  He would carefully glance over your shoulder and angle himself to see your back to ensure it was all going smoothly- or, at least, as smooth as something like this could go.  The bandages had finally reached above your wound, before reaching over your shoulder for extra support and coming back down for a double layer.  Despite the wrappings having been on for less than ten minutes, the blood was already tainting the once white fabric.

“I am finished,” Tech spoke, finishing off the last layer and grabbing your waist to pull you closer.  He carefully grabbed his comm to relay his position and the situation to the rest of the Batch.  He knew it would have been useless to comm beforehand, as Hunter and Echo were radio-silent while Wrecker and Crosshair were dealing with a smaller squadron of droids.  But now that you were safe- or as safe as possible considering everything- and the rest of the Batch had their objectives completed, he could call them.

“Hunter, I need a pickup at the valley in between the two ridges where the droid squadron was.  Immediately- (Y/N) has been injured.  I have applied bacta and bandages, but it is not adequate.  We must get to proper medical care as quickly as possible.”

“Got it, Tech.  We’re on our way, just hang on,” Hunter replied, voice glitchy and faded out through the comm.  Tech pulled you closer, your head resting on his shoulder.  He placed his hands on your infraspinatus, rubbing small circles in them repeatedly.  The telltale humming of the Marauder approached, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over the field.  The ship turned to its side before touching down about ten feet away, ramp opening.  Wrecker ran out, panic clearly written on his face.  He slowed down as he approached you, face falling more by the second.

“Wrecker, be careful around his abdomen, that is where the implication occurred.  Do not run or jostle (Y/N) too much, he can not sustain any more injuries than what he already has.”  Wrecker nodded in understanding before gently picking you up, hands under your thighs.  He placed your head in the crook of his neck, out of respect for you never taking off the helmet and hiding your face.  Your arms were draped over his back, bouncing with each step he took, despite the effort to be more gentle.

With a tired groan, you lifted your head up, eyes peering over Wreckers shoulder to be met with Tech’s.  He had stood up and taken off his helmet, the light gray armor tainted and stained with your blood.  You felt the incline of the ramp as Wrecker entered the Marauder, and the sounds of scattered feet and clattering could be heard.  Shortly after Wrecker had entered the ship, Tech followed suit, your helmet and chest plate in hand.  “Tech, what’s the deal with (Y/N)?  What do we need to do?”

“(Y/N) threw a bomb which effectively killed off the majority of the droid army, but was hit with debris in his escape.  He was regurgitating blood and had a large piece of a droid lodged in his abdomen.  I…have cleaned the wound, albeit quickly and not as efficiently as I would have hoped.  Clearly, I have bandaged him and removed the primary source of implication, but did not have time to adequately search through for smaller pieces of shrapnel.  We should not remove his bandages until we are on Kamino.  Someone should be watching him for the duration of the trip until we arrive, and we should attempt to minimize his sleeping until he has proper medical care.”

As Tech explained the situation, Wrecker re-positioned you into a more “bridal style” carrying, before gently setting you down on his bed and slipping his arms out from underneath you, all while avoiding your face.  Your head was propped up on Lula, and Wrecker draped a blanket over your body, the edge draping off the bunk.  He stood still for a second, glancing around nervously.  Tech came up behind him, placing a hand on Wrecker’s shoulder.  “Go in the cock-pit and help with the course.  I will stay here to ensure everything is alright.  There is no need to worry.  If I do require aid, I will request it.”  Wrecker glanced past his shoulder at his brother, sending a short smile of thanks before hurrying off to the cock-pit.  Tech carefully sat down on the edge of Wrecker’s bed, just beside your feet.  The bed made a small creaking noise and dipped ever so slightly.  Tech sighed, back slouching.  He glanced once more at your form, eyebrows furrowed.  You two would be having quite the serious conversation later.

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Hunter walked up to the bunk, staring before finally saying something.  “Tech- we’re coming into Kamino.  Take the wheel and comm in (Y/N)’s situation.  I’ll get him prepped and Wrecker will carry him till the medical team shows up.”  Tech nodded in agreement and stood up, walking to the cock-pit.  Hunter glanced down at you, avoiding your face.  He had a few of his spare bandannas in hand, ready to wrap up the majority of your face out of respect.  It wouldn’t be perfect by any means, but any face covering would be better than nothing for you, he reasoned.  Trying his best not to look, Hunter lifted up your head and placed four bandannas on it- two on your forehead, and just one each for your nose bridge and chin.  As soon as your face was covered, he re-angled himself to tie the knot behind your head.

After your face was covered as well as anyone would do while still minimizing the risk of further complications, he carefully pulled the blanket away and lifted you up, cautious of the injury.  He stayed with you until Wrecker and Tech came, the ship having landed.  “There should be medical personnel on their way.  I requested that a droid be the one to attend to (Y/N)’s injuries, but whether or not they listened is… uncertain,” Tech said, glancing over at you, worry evident by the slight crease in his eyes and furrow of his eyebrows.  Hunter was slightly surprised at his brother’s concern for your culture.  There was no reason to explicitly request for a droid, but he did so nonetheless.  Usually, Tech would not have cared for such things- so long as the objective was completed and no-one was severely harmed, what did it matter if some cultural lines were crossed?

Hunter’s thoughts were interrupted by Wrecker picking you up bridal style once again, head draped back and arms dangling.  His loud stomps echoed through the metal corridor, and it was all Tech could focus on.  Which had never happened before- just focusing on one thing and one thing alone.  But here he was, watching Wrecker exit the Marauder, you in hand- unclear if you would survive, and the only thing he was aware of was the echoing of Wrecker’s footsteps, you disappearing along with them.

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Tech waited anxiously outside the med-bay door, leg bouncing up and down.  The halls were quiet and deserted, only a lone wandering Kaminaon or clone every dozen or so minutes.  Tech didn’t know if he preferred the silence or the possibility of crowded and loud halls, people shoving past each other non-stop.  He was fairly sure they were both equally terrible options.  Hunter had stayed with him a while, but he needed to get back to the rest of the squad- Tech didn’t blame him.  He held your helmet in his hands, looking over every detail- every mark, burn, dent, scratch, paint chip, design and patterns and colors- everything.  Although, logically, he knew it was very likely that either you or one of his brothers, or himself, would die in this line of work, knowing about it didn’t quite reach the same levels as nearly experiencing it.

The doors slid open, AZ emerging.  Tech immediately sat straight up, more alert than ever.  Before he could even begin asking questions, AZ began speaking.  “(Y/N) (L/N) will fully recover within about 8 rotations.  He is no longer bleeding and all sharnale has been removed and the wound has been treated.  He is to remain on bed-rest until I give the say so.”  Tech didn’t even bother to respond, all he could do was practically jump into the room and land beside your bed.  You looked up at him, trying your best to smile- he was not amused.  In fact, Tech was at a loss for words.  Tech was never at a loss for words.

Actually, scratch all of that.  Tech had an abundance of words for you.  That much was obvious by the way his face went from “soft and glad you were okay” to his signature “are you kriffing kidding me?” look with an extra splash of anger.  Your smile immediately fell.

“What were you thinking- I mean, you decided to throw a bomb which you had no chance of outrunning and for what?  That was the most illogical and poorly thought out plan I have ever seen, and I have seen some very stupid things.”  It was clear he had more to say, but he figured he’d save it for another time.  Tech glared at you for a second longer before pulling up a chair beside the bed.

He let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.  “You…are intelligent enough to have realized the risks.  Just explain why you took such… idiotic ones.”

Silence.  “I…I figured that if… you could get out of range, that would be enough.  I would throw the bomb and get far away enough to survive, taking out any more droids in the escape.  Then, you’d be… fine.  I mean, the odds weren’t exactly in our favor, Tech- we were losing that battle- hard.  We’d probably both be dead if I hadn’t done what I did.”  Tech glanced down, thinking over your words.  As much as he hated to admit it- you were right.  There may have been another way he would’ve come up with to save your hides, but at the moment- your actions did save them.

“I… am sorry I saw your face.  Although I do not understand why a culture would prohibit someone from showing their face- I respect you, and so I do apologize.  If it is any consolation, I requested droids only for the medical staff, and Hunter had wrapped up your face as much as he could.  Nobody really saw your face- just small fragments of it- except for me, obviously.”

You were silent, bandaged and calloused hands wringing around each other.  “It’s… it’s alright.  In my Clan, you are allowed to take off your helmet with… certain people.  Those you consider… close.  You can take off the helmet around those types of people.”  You glanced up, eyes just barely meeting.  He gulped nervously.  No-one outside of his brothers had ever considered him close- and if his hypothesis was right- this type of “close” you were describing was most certainly new- not the type of bond one shares with his brothers.

“Are you… implying that you have a romantic interest in me, (Y/N)?” Tech asked cautiously, as though each word represented him taking another step closer to the edge of a thousand-foot drop.

“Is that alright?” you asked tentatively, turning to properly face him, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Well… it is not standard military protocol to… intermingle.”  Your gaze fell downwards, grimacing.  So much for a confession.

Then he continued.  “But we have never been ones to follow protocol.”  Your mouth went slightly agape, and you looked back up at him.  Your eyes met each other, and he smiled.  He didn’t smile often.  Tech reached out hesitantly and grabbed your hand, rubbing circles in it.  You placed your free hand on his, like a weird romantic sandwich, and let your head fall back, closing your eyes in satisfaction.

“Y’know- if I knew all it would take to confess and know you reciprocated was to have a near-death experience, I would've done it way before.”

Tech jumped back slightly- “‘All it would take?’” he asked, mocking you.  His eyes were wide in disbelief at your disregard for such an event.  His face was absolutely golden, and you started laughing- evidently, far too much since within a few seconds you were clutching your side in pain.  Tech now wore a mixture of his “I told you so” and “that was not amusing” faces, judging you heavily.

"Regardless, AZ informed me that you would need an 8-day bed rest.  And as you do not contain your own proper sleeping area, you may share with me.  This way I can closely monitor you at the same time.  It will be greatly beneficial.”

You cocked your eyebrow, looking directly at him.  “If you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just said so.”

“If you are to keep up this behavior in my sleeping quarters, I will not hesitate to kick you out- both figuratively and literally.  Perhaps I’ll just make your “visiting time” as terrible as possible.  I am not above such actions.”  You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes in a playful manner.

“Here- I made certain that I had kept your helmet.  The chest plate was practically unsalvageable, but it is currently on the Marauder.  Although you are… comfortable without it around me, it seems, I assumed you would want it for the walk back.  Am I correct?”

“You're always correct, and you know that.  Thank you, Tech.”  You carefully slid the detailed helmet on your head, somewhat sad.  Although it was clear that you would need to wear it in the halls and in front of his brothers, you still felt sad you two couldn’t enjoy more time, faces and secrets and emotions and everything exposed for the better.  You let the brief moment of sadness wash over- it was better to be grateful.  I mean, Tech reciprocated!  You couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“Let me assist you in getting up- you are most certainly not fit to walk by yourself,” he said.  You obliged, his arms coming up underneath your armpits and hauling you off the bed.  You quickly found your grounding, and swung an arm around Tech’s shoulders.  You two trudged down the long and barren halls of Kamino until reaching your designated barracks, pausing slightly at the door.

“Yes, they will be. However-”

You took his chin in your hand. “And it’s been a while since we had some time alone.”

“It has been two weeks-”

“Then what’s stopping you?” you moved your face closer to his, stopping mere millimeters from his.

He sighed, his breath tickling your lips. “I… Well, I do not want to neglect you. I want you to have my full attention any time we are… intimate.”

You chuckled a little, releasing your hold on his chin. “That’s sweet, but the repair needs to be done before we can get back into hyperspace.”

“That is accurate,” he agreed, his attention turning back to his work. 

“Don’t you think this could be a good way to multitask? You’re always talking about how you want to be more productive.”

His hands froze. You smirked at the small victory. 

“And you can have two things you love at the same time.”

He glanced up for only a moment, eyeing you suspiciously. “Those being…”

“Having the repairs finished and having your ass railed by your very sexy and very needy boyfriend.”

His breath caught in a tiny gasp as his grip on his spanner nearly faltered. 

“I mean really, you could think of it as an experiment.”

He set the tools down, finally returning his attention to you.

“What is it that you would be testing?”

“Oh, that would be you, darling,” you laughed, sliding off the table to stand behind him. You placed your hands on his shoulders before slowly pushing them down his chest, the shudder he fought encouraging you. Your hands slipped past his stomach to his thighs and his breath hitched. “I think it could be quite interesting to see just how long I need to fuck you to make that brilliant mind of yours go completely cock dumb.”

His head fell back against your chest as he sighed. Your fingers ghosted over his groin, pulling a whimper so soft that you felt like you might melt then and there. 

“So what do you think, my love?” you cooed in his ear. “Think I can shut down all that clever thinking?”

He took a moment to respond, obviously enjoying the way your hands roved over his body. “Y-yes, I believe such a… compelling theory should prove interesting to test.”

You padded off to your footlocker to grab a few tools you would need, allowing him the space and minimal distraction to finish repairing the part before he returned to the console.

He set the part on the ground and started to lower himself onto his rolling cart. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” you teased, chuckling at the confused look you received. “I can’t very well fuck you with your blacks on, can I?”

His cheeks flushed the prettiest pink as he pushed the bottom half of his underarmor down. 

You hummed, taking in the delicious sight of his bare legs. As he stood back up, you noticed the small discolored spots around his hip bones and the insides of his thighs. You dick twitched in your pants as you realized that those were left from your last adventure. 

He watched the way you licked your lips, swallowing hard as his length continued to harden with just the thought of what you were planning. 

“Go ahead and lay down, love,” you smirked, pushing your own pants down, as he laid on the cart, pulling himself under the console to begin installing the repaired part. 

You took out the items you’d retrieved before, two cock rings and a bottle of lube. You first put one cock ring on yourself, suppressing a moan as you situated it around you. 

You knelt down in front of Tech, grabbing his legs by the ankles. You heard his breath hitch as you lifted them up and apart so his ass would be on full display for you, humming satisfactorily. 

Releasing his ankles, you slapped his bare thigh, pulling a small whimper from him. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I can smack you around as much as you want later,” you breathed as your fingers trailed over to ghost across his balls. 

“Please, cyare,” he whispered. “Teasing was not in the itinerary.”

“You’re right,” you agreed, wrapping your hand around his now fully hard cock. You pulled the cock ring onto him, his whimpers and moans sounding like a symphony in your ears. “Ready, love?”

He eagerly nodded, despite not looking away from his work. 

You lubed up two of your fingers and swirled it around his ass, pushing in suddenly. 

He gasped and let out a low moan as you started to work your fingers in and out of him. Once you were sure he was ready for your length, you applied more lube to your own cock. 

Kneeling in front of him, you lined yourself up and shifted your hips forward to slide into his waiting ass. 

You both moaned as he took you all the way to the base and you heard the sharp sound of metal meeting metal as a tool hit the floor. 

You wrapped your hand around his cock, lazily pumping at it, watching his face flush even darker. 

“Cyare,” he moaned. 

You smiled. “Yes, dear?”

“Please move.”

You tried to shift your hips but found the movement awkward. He was too close to the ground. 

You looked up at his face, amused at how he was clearly trying to concentrate on the repair. 

A grin split across your face as an idea entered your lust-riddled brain. 

You released your hold on his dick to grab his hips. Shifting your hips backward to slide out of him, you got comfortable. 

“Is something wrong?” he asked, glancing down at you for just a moment. 

“You tell me,” you hummed.

You yanked him by his hips, rolling the cart towards you to impale him on your cock. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, nearly losing hold of the wire he’d been reconnecting. 

You pushed him away again, before quickly pulling him back, your eyebrow quirked up, watching to see any objections. 

Not seeing any signs of dissent you quickened the pace, pushing and pulling the cart, slamming his ass against your thighs. 

He kept his attempt to work at a relatively steady pace. That is, until you shifted your hips just a bit and suddenly the tip of your cock was pressing against that soft spot. 

He cried out your name, his hands dropping to grip the underside of the console. A couple more thrusts and he was moaning between the heavy panting dripping from his lips. You saw the drops of precum beading at the head of his member and picked up the pace, wrapping your hand around him. 

“Fuck! Fuck, cyare- oh, fuck I’m going to-”

He fell apart with a shout, his hands flying to the cart. You fucked him through it, his cum spilling out over his stomach.  

Despite the delay the cock ring was providing, you knew the way his orgasm made his already tight hole squeeze around you would make you cum fast but at this point you didn’t care. 

His moans and cries were still ringing in your ears as you slowed your pace, pulling the cart out more. 

You repositioned, never fully pulling out of his ass, and pushed his legs up towards his chest. Then, you started anew. 

You pistoned your hips into him, sheathing and unsheathing yourself in his heat. His moans were nearly constant now and you felt his muscles contract beneath you. 

Tech attempted to form words, but they all came out as moans, but you soon realized what he had been trying to say; he was cumming again, the tip of his cock leaking cum. 

The gasping breaths he took between moans sent you over the edge and you plowed into him, working yourself through your own climax.

When the room stopped spinning, you pulled your cock slowly out of him, admiring the way your cum leaked down his ass. 

You took a moment to catch your breath before smiling down at him. “How’d the repair go?”

“Actually,” he managed between pants. “I finished it… just before I came. The- the first time, that is. I must say… that was- it was quite resourceful.”

You shook your head, laughing in disbelief. “Come on, genius,” you smiled, holding your hand out to pull him up. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

Thanks for reading! - River

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Tech had never felt a strong need for sex or relationships of a romantic nature, but things changed as he got to know you.  You had to make the first move, telling him how you felt and asking if he felt the same.  Once the conversation was initiated, he smiled a little shyly, but confirmed that he did indeed feel the same.  In fact, he was so in love with you, he didn’t know where to begin.  Although he kissed you first, asking permission one evening while holding your hands as the sun went down, you were the one to initiate the discussion about adding further layers of closeness to the relationship.  Tech had never considered himself a cuddler before, but it was different with you.  He was able to rest much better when he was touching you in some way.  You were also the first one to bring up the topic of sex.  Tech was very proactive in his research and asked many questions about what to expect when being sexually intimate.  His questions were both general and specific to you.  He had never done this before, but was “excited about the prospect” and his desire to learn as much as possible beforehand left you feeling safe and cared for.  The two of you decided not to make a date of it, choosing instead to take your time and see how things developed, proceeding when it felt right.

You found yourselves messing around in your shared bunk one morning while the others were gone.  Laying side-by-side, you started leaving little kisses along Tech’s jawline and down his neck to his collarbone. 

“I love when you do that,” he said.

You smiled and hummed against his skin as he ran his hand down your arm and interlaced his fingers with yours.  He brought your hand up and kissed it.

“Tech,” you asked with a grin.

“Yes?”

“We’re going to be alone for at least a couple hours.  Would you like to try going further?”

He kissed your hand again and pushed his goggles back into place.  “Yes,” he replied. “I would like that. My body is already having a strong reaction to you.  Although, perhaps we hold off on penetration for now.”

You nodded and ran your hand firmly up and down his arm, grounding him, and he continued. “I find the idea of mutual masturbation very appealing.”

You kissed his wonderful lips and whispered, “So do I.”

“In that case,” he replied, “I am going to set an extra alarm so that we will have ample warning should the others return early.”  He kissed your forehead, got up, and hurried to the door of the ship. You heard a switch click near the door and some buttons on his datapad.  You smiled to yourself.  An extra precaution like this seemed very Tech.

He came back to the bunk, sat on the opposite side of the bed, and smiled.  You sat up and moved toward him, caressing his face and kissing him deeply.  You felt him hum as your tongues moved together like telling gentle secrets. His hands moved up and down your back over your shirt before he pulled away slightly to ask if he could remove it.  You nodded.  He tugged your shirt off and lifted his arms so you could take his off.  Your lips found each other again and you could swear you could feel your hearts beating together.  

You knew he would ask permission at every step.  Ever communicative and you loved that about him.

“Tech, can we just… let’s get naked.”

“Yes.”  He immediately started taking his pants off and you laughed a little at his eagerness and started helping him. In no time you were lying next to each other, completely undressed, slowing the tempo as much as you could, sensing his nerves and some of your own.  You rubbed his back and traced a path down to his ass.  He let out a contented sigh and copied the movement on you.  It was as if his fingertips wanted to memorize every little aspect of your body.  You could feel your hard cock twitch against his in anticipation. You cupped his face and kissed him, savoring the warmth of his mouth and the faint taste of caf.

You stopped briefly and searched his face.  “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I am ready,” he replied, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I want this too.”

“Tell me if it’s too much,” you said, moving your hips even closer to his and taking his length in your hand.  Tech nodded, closed his eyes, and let out a slow breath at your touch.  You kissed him and his hand reached down, mirroring your movements.  You kissed him again and smiled as he started stroking you.  He felt amazing, so hard, soft skin in your hand and the way he worked you over felt almost reverent.

He tried to take a steadying breath and managed, “It is better than I imagined.”  

You simply kissed him in response, wanting him to feel as good as possible.  You reached down to fondle his balls, causing his breathing to hitch, before slightly changing the movement as you pumped his cock.

“This okay,” you asked.

“It feels immensely pleasurable,” he responded. 

Each time he reached your tip, he rubbed his thumb lightly over the head and smiled as you twitched.

You both started moving faster, finding a rhythm that left you both moaning softly and with your hearts racing. The pace was interrupted.  Tech’s orgasm crept up on him quickly and he came in your hand.  His gasp was immediately followed by panic.  He stopped, desiring to escape his embarrassment at finishing so soon, his face flushed red, he turned away, and sat up on the edge of the bed.  

“I am sorry,” he said.  His voice was shaky and any rejection you may have felt was surpassed by your desire to help him feel secure and loved.

“Tech you have nothing to be sorry for.”  You quickly cleaned off your hand before reaching out and touching his arm.  “Don’t leave.  It’s okay.”

He slowly turned toward you and you pulled him back into your arms. You held him for a few minutes and felt him start to relax again.

“The point is for it to feel good,” you said softly, kissing his temple and holding him close.  He rolled his eyes and you felt some relief at the sign of him shaking off his insecurity. 

“I know that,” he replied. “I did not think I would ejaculate so quickly.”

You kissed his temple again.  “It’s your first time.  That’s very normal.”  You laid together, lightly touching each other.

After several minutes he stated, “You have not finished though.” You could see him thinking.  “May I try something?”

You answered in the affirmative.  He moved to sit next to you and without hesitation, took your now half hard cock in his mouth and began lightly sucking, satiating his curiosity for how you would taste and causing you to let out a series of little moans.  You grinned, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, and your heartbeat quickened at the sight.  You grew hard in his mouth and he took his time moving his head up and down, running his tongue along your length, leaving little kisses, and trying different strokes with his hand. The way he looked at you, trying different touches to see what you liked and testing your sensitivity in different locations, made you feel an extra layer of vulnerability and at the same time it was such a turn on.  

He settled on a steady rhythm with his hand and laid next to you again, face-to-face.  He continued his motion, the delicious wetness of his mouth helping his hand glide smoothly as he watched you intently and lovingly.  Your core tightened and your breathing came out in heavy pants.

“I’m close,” you mumbled as you felt heat rising through your body. 

Tech nuzzled a spot next to your ear and whispered, “Good.”  As you felt his lips lightly brush a kiss to your cheek, you let out a soft moan and came on him.  He left more little kisses on your face, laying with you as you caught your breath.

It soon became apparent that Tech was ready for another round, offering an almost immediate opportunity to help him get more enjoyment out of his first time and worry less about performance.  You looked down at him and then licked your lips, again looking into his eyes.  He blushed, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Would you like to see what it feels like,” you whispered, kissing his earlobe, “Having you in my mouth?”

He nodded quickly and a breathy, “yes” came out just before you gently pushed him on his back.  You tried taking your time, kissing a trail down his chest before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock and taking him in your mouth.  As he hit the back of your throat you hummed and watched his head roll back on the pillow.  You started sucking him off in earnest, bobbing your head and cradling his balls.  His hips started to thrust against you just slightly. You smiled, hollowing out your cheeks and causing him to whimper.  

He stopped thrusting and you could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to make this time last longer.  You took him out of your mouth and started pumping his length.  When you reached up to run your hand along his chest, he held it in his own. 

“Don’t hold back, Tech,” you softly encouraged.  “Just enjoy it.”

You licked the underside of his length a few times before continuing to pump him, resting your cheek along the head of his cock and looking at his beautiful face as he watched you work him.  He started to thrust his hips into your hand slightly and you opened your mouth so the head could move against the flat of your tongue.

“I am clo-,” He came with a shudder.  His spend landed on your cheek, lips, and hand.  You licked the corner of your mouth a little and his eyes grew wide.  You could tell that seeing you like this awakened something in him.

You crawled up along his body as he let out panting breaths, trying to regain his composure.  You looked at him with all the love in your heart and he started to relax.  He reached for a washcloth and gently cleaned your face off before kissing you.

“That was wonderful,” he said. “You are amazing. Perfect, and I love you so.”

“I love you too,” you replied, closing your eyes and resting your forehead on his.

You did not stay like that for long.  The moment Tech looked at the chrono, he worried the others would be along soon and catch you.

You knew he would be worried and already had a suggestion.  “Let’s gather everything that needs washing, throw it in the laundry, grab some clean clothes, and shower together.”

“Yes,” he replied.  “An excellent idea.”

He efficiently grabbed everything that could possibly indicate the two of you had been intimate while the others were gone and made sure it was thrown in the laundry.  Grabbing spare blacks, he joined you in the shower.  The water felt amazing to both of you and you relished your time like this just as much as you had your previous activities.

After cleaning up and toweling each other off, you got dressed and came out of the refresher much more at ease.  Tech turned off the extra alarm he had set earlier and sat in the pilot’s chair.  He held out his hand and pulled you into his lap, kissing your neck as you rested your cheek on his head and rubbed his shoulder.  He did not take out his datapad, much to your surprise.  Instead he held you in his lap and sat silently.

“What are you thinking,” you asked.  “I know you’re thinking.”

“I am simply making a mental note regarding the techniques you seemed to prefer.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I want to pleasure you in all the ways that make you happy.”

“Why don’t you say something to him?” Wrecker asked, trying to be supportive.  “I’m sure he feels the same.”

Tech tried to look annoyed, but only sighed before replying, “I am unsure of how to express my feelings.  I stutter around him and I never stutter.”

Wrecker put a supportive hand on his brother and smiled. “Then start with that.”

Tech walked over to where you sat, allowing himself to look at you despite the butterflies divebombing in his torso.

“May I sit?”

You looked up at him and caught your breath, but smiled and nodded.  Tech sat and took a moment to notice your facial expressions and quickened breath.  Maybe Wrecker was right.  You changed when he came over.

You decided to break the silence. “How are you, Tech?”

“I-I stutter around you.”

“Huh?”

“I stutter around-d-d you and I never stutter.” He adjusted his goggles and continued. He couldn’t look at you until he got it all out. “I believe I only stutter around you b-b-because I have feelings for you. I, as they say, like you.”

Tech made every attempt to calm his breathing, but all he could hear was the passing of time, waiting for you to respond.

“I like you too, Tech. I am falling for you.”

His head turned quickly, eyes searching yours as if to make sure he had heard you correctly.

You smiled and ventured, “Can I spend some time with you? Just us?”

He silently nodded and swallowed hard.  You walked off together and somehow minutes turned into hours.  Before saying your goodbyes, you found a quiet spot under a tree.  No one else was around and the shape of the branches seemed to form a protective shield from the rest of the world.

Tech had found his voice again hours ago, but in this moment, all he could ask was, “M-m-m-may I give you a k-kiss?”

Your smile could not have been bigger.  You nodded and leaned toward him.  You let him take the lead, not wanting to push too hard or make him uncomfortable.  He decided to leave the sweetest peck on your cheek.  You smiled and looked at him.

“Can I kiss you too?”

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You was not too sure when you soon found yourself being slightly fixated on a particular Bad Batch member neither was you sure why. As you looked at him, you saw nothing but a friend. A very, intelligent and of course attractive friend but you was not too sure where the attraction stemmed from.

Sure, his mind was incredible. The way he could recite information with ease as if it was just a second language to him. Or maybe it was his incredible piloting skills. It may have even been the way he taught Omega all the small details about the ship and devices. Still, you wasn’t sure what attraction you had to him until today.

You were underneath the cockpits control panel, fixing and alternating some wiring as you were instructed to do by Tech until you came across a small problem.

“Tech, I need your help with something.”

He was in the cockpit with you, tapping away on his datapad, looking up once he heard your voice from below him.

“What is it?”

“I’m unsure wether or not this red wire will short circuit the hyperdrive. Can’t remember if it this was this red wire,” you start, holding one set of wires in your grasp before moving towards the other set of red wires on your right, “or these.”

He didn’t respond straight away, just some small shuffling until you felt someone pull up next to you, practically shoulder to shoulder.

He fixed the goggles on the tip of his nose and inspected the scenario. “Ah, yes, it will be beneficial if you are to rewire the ones on your left.”

You could have done it yourself and left it at a simple ‘okay thanks’ but he had leaned across, arms looping through your own to take a hold of the correct wires.

Then it hit you. The rush of blood that deeper through the very core of your body and pulsating through your veins as it creeped up to your cheeks, almost burning. His fingers, brushing against yours that you had to withdraw quickly.

Tech noticed your instant withdrawal and squinted his eyebrows as he turned his head to you. “You okay? Did you get electrocuted?”

You got some sort of shock alright.

“Huh? Oh nah, was just letting you do what you need to do.” You thanked the maker that your voice remained calm when your insides was screaming for air.

Tech’s gaze lingered on the side of your face for a little while longer before he mentally shrugged and got back to it.

The sudden fixation on Techs fingers was a bizarre yet fascinating sight to behold. His gloved hands worked effortlessly at the wires; dainty yet muscular fingers working intricately. Your mind raced, wondering what it’d be like to have his hands ungloved and maybe touching your skin.

“That should do it.” Tech finalised, placing a tool he was using back into one of his many pockets on his belt, pushing himself out from under the panel. You followed suit but froze as he extended his hand down towards you, offering to help you up.

Your eyes flicked from his hand up to him. He wasn’t looking in your direction as he had already picked back up his datapad and was staring at that instead. So, you reached up and slid your bare hand into his gloved one. There was no hesitation when his grip became firm and swiftly hauled you back to your feet. Your hands lingered together a little more than it should’ve and even Tech side-eyed you, arching his brow as if you question why you hadn’t let go. But, he hadn’t let go either.

As your gazes lock and his touch burning against you, you pulled away quickly and tucked your hand behind your back, flexing your fingers to shake off the feeling.

“Yeah, thanks, can I just-.” You nodded towards the door of the cockpit, needing to get out of his way although a part of you didn’t want to. Tech watched you with a curious gaze and as he stepped aside to let you slide through, the door opened to reveal Echo who paused and looked at Tech’s expectant glance to your slightly flustered one.

“‘Scuse me Echo.” You mumbled and you slid past him and made your way all the way back to the ship.

Echo watched you leave and then turned to Tech whose gaze followed. “What’s his problem?” Echo arched and eyebrow, finally making his way into the cockpit and in a chair.

“Unsure. Though I have my theories. I’ll talk to them later about it.”

—————————— You were laying in your bunk, not having anything to do when you heard the sound of Tech calling your name. Your eyes opened and you sat up once he approached you. “I need your assistance.”

“Sure, what is it?”

He chose to sit next to you which was surprising to say the least. He grabbed your datapad from your pillow and held it out to you. “I need to transfer some numbers to encrypt some valuable insight on a nearby Separatist base and need to know if they can be transferable to other devices if necessary.”

To be honest, you wasn’t entirely sure what he was talking about but who were you to turn down helping him?

He began typing away, your datapad lighting up as the codes slowly began to transfer over to one another. You paid no attention as your mind and gaze wandered elsewhere. His hands. Again.

This time however, his gloves had been discarded revealing his tan skin, your mouth subconsciously salivating at the sight. His hands calloused from all the manual labour he endures, skin possibly having been prodded by jagged pieces of metal or from blasts of shrapnel that cut through his gloves. Fingers long and precise, never missing a beat against the device in his hands that you wondered what it’d feel like to have his bare skin to graze against your own. Would his hands be warm? Cold? Soft? Rough? So many possible options that you couldn’t tell just from sight.

This hand and finger fixation you developed was overpowering you mind so much so it took a small nudge from Tech beside you to snap you out of the trance his fingers held on you.

“Are you listening to me?” Tech questioned, no hint of annoyance in his tone just curiosity.

“Sorry, was dazing out.” You say honestly, again trying to hide any indication of fluster you had.

“Hmm, alright. So, how are my digits looking?” Tech asked as he looked away, back to his datapad.

Your mind and heart began to race. Did he catch you staring? Was you drooling over him like a creature over it’s prey? Then it dawned on you that he meant the figures he was transferring over. “Oh, yeah, they look good. Really good.”

“Excellent. Now how about the numbers I sent over?”

It felt as though someone had placed your head under a hot pool of lava on Mustafar. Your face was on fire and you didn’t dare look Tech in the eye. You clearly had been obvious and you cursed yourself mentally for being so stupid to let your fascinations let slip. “Tech- I…” you couldn’t fathom a sentence, now you were sincerely flustered.

“You have no need to apologise. I took the liberty of monitoring your heartbeat when you’re around me after noticing your somewhat hostility.” Tech said so simply that you couldn’t tell if he was judging you or not. “I noticed that your heartbeat quickens as you look at my fingers. Quite fascinating really.”

You had no idea what to say. What could you say?

“I take your silence for me being correct in my hypothesis?” Tech countered, settling down his datapad and turning ever so slightly towards you.

You just nodded, head looking down towards your knees, tips of your ears burning.

Tech hummed in some sort of satisfaction but his next gesture almost made you unravel into a crumbled mess by his feet. His hand reached out towards you, his thumb that radiated so much warmth that it lit your insides up like a bonfire, tucked under your chin.

A tingling sensation ran through your mouth, your heart pulsating so fast you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole Batch could hear it in the Marauder.

Your gaze finally met his, his eyes glowing behind his yellow tinted goggles. You couldn’t elicit a response and instead let his thumb stay where it was before his index finger silently grazed over your lips, shivers running down your spine.

Subconsciously, your lips pursed, practically kissing the tip of his finger. You heard Tech suck in a deep breath, eyes closing and content at your gesture.

“Interesting.” He mumbled, pulling his hand away and standing to his feet.

“W-what is?”

He turned to face you one last time, an inkling of a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I need to do further research on what else I can do with these hands to express such pure reactions from you.”

And then he left leaving you bewildered, red faced, with the lingering touch of his soft, warm and hardworking fingers on your lips.

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