Kiss prompt 40 - kylux please if you feel like it
[40. …because the world is ending.]
“Do you ever wonder,” Hux began with surprising calm over the roar of the fire and destruction around them. “What could have been?”
Kylo turned his head, expecting Hux to be looking at him but the Grand Marshal still had his gaze fixed on the battle beyond the viewports. Sweat was beading on his brow but otherwise he looked better than he had in days- perhaps the certainty of death was the only thing that could truly free him from his worries.
“If we’d had different childhoods you mean? Parents who cared?” Kylo asked. He could taste the bitterness of his own words. Or perhaps that was the coolant leaking from the console to his left.
The habitual lines of stress reappeared, ageing Hux by decades for a moment before they vanished again.
“My mother cared too damn much - that’s why Brendol had her killed… no.” Hux sighed. “No, I don’t mean that far back. Whoever we would have been with a different start we wouldn’t recognise ourselves. I meant… us.”
“What?” Kylo had to turn back to the viewport, dodging the X-wing he couldn’t shoot down with the weapons system already blown away, but he tried to keep the corner of his eye on Hux anyway. “What ‘us’?”
“Don’t you ever wonder what would have happened if you’d accepted my invitations?” Hux said. Desperation seemed to drip from his words. ‘If we’d worked together, lain together, been more to one another than the rivals Snoke made of us.”
“What invitations?! Lain together?!? WHAT?”
His concentration well and truly broken Kylo missed the approach pattern of a nearby corvette. Their shuttle shuddered at the impact but neither man seemed to notice.
Hux was staring at him in horror. “Do you think every officer invites their co-commander into their quarters while they’re wearing nothing but a robe? Brandy is a level zero ration, do you think I’d share that with anyone else?”
Kylo- who had grown up in the Republic where everything was shared and uniforms were a formality- felt the icy cold grip of regret across his heart.
“Hux, I had no idea.”
Behind them something ripped free from the back of the shuttle. The cockpit plunged into darkness. Every single electrical system was gone.
“We’re both idiots,” Hux said half to himself. He’d released his harness and, with one hand gripping the back of his chair to counter the sudden lack of gravity, he pushed himself across the narrow space.
Kylo caught him without a word. Amazing how well they fit together in this moment, Hux straddling his lap, fingers tangled in one another’s hair, lips pressed together saying everything they should have said over the last five years…
It was bliss.
Without the guidance system the shuttle sank into the orbit of the planet below. Kylo could see the fire of atmospheric reentry illuminating the edges of Hux’ hair but he hadn’t even the energy to feel afraid.
They could have had this feeling all this time if only they’d said something to one another.
Kylo dropped a hand from Hux’ hair to hold him closer, bracing for an impact they couldn’t possibly survive but fiercely unwilling to give up what he’d only just found.
The roar of the burning ship was abruptly replaced by silence. A lack of gravity became another kind of weightlessness. Yellow white flames the cool green of sunlight filtered through water.
For a moment they stared at one another in shock, then Hux’ hands were scrabbling at his harness and Kylo was pushing them up, through the ruined viewport, up towards the light, towards possibility, towards hope… if they got out of this alive he’d never miss another opportunity again….
They broke the surface, gasping and laughing, not caring what world they were on because they were alive and together and nothing else mattered than that.
The war would be over for them, they better things to do.