At least Poe processed alcohol properly. With Brendan's faint but real healing powers here, he couldn't feign being intoxicated in the least. He was painfully, incredibly sober and he hated what he was doing but he needed the way kissing Poe blew every thought out of his head so he didn't feel so raw and jittery, so completely hollowed-out.
He kissed his name off Poe's lips because he needed a moment to think up words to explain himself that didn't make him sound like he was using his friend, even though he could fully admit to himself he was, to at least some degree. He slipped the hand Poe didn't have a grip on into Poe's hair and shut his eyes. Poe's hair was a mess, the texture oddly smooth, a perfect sensory distraction from the chaos that was his life.
Whatever he had intended to say, all he ended up doing was licking and nipping at Poe's lower lip before murmuring, "You can stop me if you want. But, for reference, we're not going to jail, y'know. I'm legal in this state." It was probably best to inform the guy from a literal different planet that consent laws were different here, before Poe mistakenly thought of himself as a creeper picking on a child or something.
It had been an eternity since Brendan felt like a kid.
Besides, people needed to do a lot more than make out before they threw anybody behind bars, at least as far as Brendan knew. If he could ignore how long it had been since he'd been with someone that way, if Poe said stop, if Poe pushed him away, this wouldn't go any further than a few desperate kisses, and that was... probably not ethical, probably still a jackass move, but legally sound. If it went further, they were still legally sound, but that was in the future and the future was too distant and unpredictable to give more than a passing thought before he shifted to half-straddle Poe's hips, to get a better angle to get his tongue into Poe's mouth.
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He kissed his name off Poe's lips because he needed a moment to think up words to explain himself that didn't make him sound like he was using his friend, even though he could fully admit to himself he was, to at least some degree. He slipped the hand Poe didn't have a grip on into Poe's hair and shut his eyes. Poe's hair was a mess, the texture oddly smooth, a perfect sensory distraction from the chaos that was his life.
Whatever he had intended to say, all he ended up doing was licking and nipping at Poe's lower lip before murmuring, "You can stop me if you want. But, for reference, we're not going to jail, y'know. I'm legal in this state." It was probably best to inform the guy from a literal different planet that consent laws were different here, before Poe mistakenly thought of himself as a creeper picking on a child or something.
It had been an eternity since Brendan felt like a kid.
Besides, people needed to do a lot more than make out before they threw anybody behind bars, at least as far as Brendan knew. If he could ignore how long it had been since he'd been with someone that way, if Poe said stop, if Poe pushed him away, this wouldn't go any further than a few desperate kisses, and that was... probably not ethical, probably still a jackass move, but legally sound. If it went further, they were still legally sound, but that was in the future and the future was too distant and unpredictable to give more than a passing thought before he shifted to half-straddle Poe's hips, to get a better angle to get his tongue into Poe's mouth.