"I've handled you while you were angry, Ben. I'm pretty sure I can handle you when you're.. sick."
Only Ben wasn't sick at all and both of them knew it. He'd handle Ben right now, if he wasn't holding on to his morals so tight. Because they weren't at that point yet. Hux had made a promise to himself that the physical line wouldn't be crossed until they were ready. Until that bitterness and resentment was gone, until he'd forgiven Ben for all the shit he'd done to him while they were in the First Order. Until he could look Ben in the eyes without that sour feeling of hatred creeping back in.
But those mental images just wouldn't let up. He could practically feel Ben's hands on him, touching his shoulders, his arms.. A dizzying sensation hit him and Hux let out a ragged breath, his fingers gripping that bookshelf to remain standing. Those hands were on the move again, smoothing down his back and forcing Hux to rest his forehead against those textbook spines. In his head, he could just see Ben behind him, pushing him into the shelves and dragging his palm up his inner thigh, lifting to fondle the curve of his ass..
..wait a minute. He wasn't imagining this. Not completely. Ben was using the Force on him. It was unmistakable. Hux's fingernails dug into the wood of the shelves. Oh, he was angry now. He whipped around, his fury briefly taking the reins; a fire that was only fueled by the desire that struck his lower half. Hux marched right over to Ben, slapping the book right out of his hands and forcing his attention on him.
"Stop," he growled, his fists balled at his sides, "You fucking promised, Ben."