Prompt suggestion if you'd be interested bc Ben/Kylo thing gave me an idea: Techie accidentally sleeping with Kylo instead of Matt and it actually being really good bc Kylo doesn't hold back like Matt does (Matt's scared to hurt his Techie :c) and and and idk what else I'm sorry. I hope this isn't too specific or too vague ;3;
“Go back to your quarters, Tech’,” Lieutenant Jones says, patting Techie on the shoulder. “I’m signing you off for the rest of the afternoon. You can’t work when your eyes are this sore.”
Techie sniffles but nods as his superior gives him a gentle push towards the door, his vision growing blurrier by the second. He knows it’s been a while since he’s had a flare-up that’s been this severe and it won’t be long before his eyesight has clouded completely. Counting his steps and feeling along the walls of his brother’s star destroyer, Techie wonders if he should call Matt or Armitage for help, but both are still on-shift and not due off for another few more hours. Even then, Armitage has a terrible tendency to fuss anxiously over his little brother, and as the General of the First Order, Techie doesn’t want to burden him unnecessarily. He’ll merely go to his quarters, take his medication and wait for Matt to come home.
But as he rounds the corner to his quarters, Techie finds himself colliding with someone and he’s knocked back to the ground, eyes streaming as he tries to blink the soreness away.
“S-sorry,” Techie stutters, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t see very well—”
“It’s fine,” a strong voice replies. “No harm done.”
It’s a voice Techie recognises, a voice that’s soothed him during his harshest of nightmares and make his skin prickle during their most intimate of moments.
“Matt?” Techie squints as he looks up, but only manages to see a blurry silhouette above him, offering him a hand. The figure’s hair looks darker than Matt’s but Techie puts it down to his failing vision rather than actual fact. He can make out the shape of Matt’s face; his nose and ears, his plump lips. “Mattie? My eyes—they’re bad again. Everything is blurred and I know that it won’t be long until I lose it completely.”
Matt, surprisingly, says nothing as he pulls Techie to his feet, but Techie holds tightly onto his hand, absently noting that his lover’s hands feel softer.
“Take me home?” Techie asks. “Please, Matt. I don’t want Armitage to see me like this. He’ll worry.”
“Armitage?” Matt asks in reply, and Techie frowns in confusion.
“My brother…?” Techie replies. “Armitage Hux. General Hux? Mattie, I’m sorry, I don’t have the time for your jokes, please,” Techie whines, giving a tug on his lover’s hand, urging him to hurry, because everything is turning black. “I know our quarters are right there.”
“Right,” Matt says, tone changed suddenly; softer, more focused. “I’m sorry. Come on.”