Technical Error

Chapter Two

You had the honor of repairing one of the dryers in the refresher belonging to the superior officers. This refresher was the one that housed the showers. It was just your luck, you thought. Here you had been praised by the general himself and given an assignment of great importance...and you were stuck with shower duty. You scowled, deciding that you would take care of some of the lesser assignments first. After all, the majority of officers, 'troopers and technicians that you knew showered at the beginning of each cycle rather than the end.

What you had failed to take into consideration was that certain people worked a different shift. You sighed when you heard the water running in one of the shower stalls. You had just this one final task then you could slip into bed and sleep. Due to the moister that clung in the air from hot showers, and because you did not want to listen to its beeping echoing off the walls, you had not brought Squeakers with you. You set your tool bag down beside the dryer you were to repair. You had horrible luck, you decided; the dryer was directly across from the occupied stall.

Just as you were beginning to rummage through your bag for the correct tool, you heard the water shut off. You blinked, glanced over your shoulder then turned back to—your head whipped back in the direction of the opened curtain. General Hux paused, his hand halfway to the towel that was hanging on the rack. Your eyes darted up and down his body, your cheeks heating up.

Sure, you had seen your share of naked men. Mostly in your studies. But this... Your eyebrows rose and your eyes widened. "Wow."

General Hux seized the towel and wrapped it around his waist, successfully blocking your view from the portion of his anatomy that had so caught your attention. "Back to work, technician," he said levelly. Not cruelly in the least. Slight amusement, maybe, given the way he was smirking at you.

"Yes, big." You froze as the man paused. "Sir! I meant... I mean... Yes, sir."

Kriff, man, just kill me now!

"Technician..."

"Y-yes, sir?"

"Please see to it that you refrain from commenting on my cock."

"Yes, sir." He headed to one of the other dryers. You tried to keep your attention on your assignment, yet when the dryer started your eyes darted back to the redhead. General Hux kept his towel on as he used the dryer on the rest of his body. He turned so as to get his back, and his eyes locked with yours. You whipped your attention away, your cheeks impossibly hot. You started to work on the broken dryer.

Finished with the task of drying himself, the redhead walked into one of the dressing stalls. He had no doubt stored his clothes there previously. In a way, it was almost strange that he was using this refresher when the triumvirate had one that was likely far better. Or was there someone using the other refresher—someone he would not want to be around? You mentally shrugged off this idea; the triumvirate was known to use whatever refreshers were closets. To them, time efficiency was high priority.

You were nearly finished with your assignment when the man emerged, fully clothed. You blinked after looking at him. Did he ever sleep? Sure, you knew the saying that he was a workaholic, but still. Perhaps he took catnaps, you assured yourself.

General Hux walked to your side as you were rising to your feet. The dryer was in good working order. When the man cleared his throat, you turned away from your accomplishment and faced him. "The schedule for the routine maintenance of the—eyes up here!" You jerked your eyes up from his crotch, flinching and muttering out a weak apology. "Now—very well, get it out of your system."

"I'm sorry, sir!" you said, resisting what was almost a necessity to bury your face into your hands. "I just... I didn't realize...that, uhm...er...plumbing could be so—"