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Poe "Fite Me" Dameron ([personal profile] flightforfreedom) wrote2017-11-09 11:40 pm

Shameless Shipping Post

 I WILL FIND AN APPROPRIATE PICTURE AND PUT IT HERE LATER

but for now this is a shipping post

give me a prompt or an image or just a blank tag and i'll make up the prompt i don't care let's sail this ship
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[personal profile] pale_blue_arrow 2017-11-28 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
Brendan wasn't tired, but that was a good excuse to get progressively further into his beer and lean more against Poe. Poe was soft-spoken and careful with his words, very different from Manabu. Different was good. He couldn't deal with more reminders of what once had been right now, even though some part of him wanted Poe to curl up against him the way that Manabu had during movies like this.

He needed affection and it needed, after what happened back home and then here, to be safe, stable, reliable. Poe was those things when it came to helping people out. He might not haven been the closest friend Brendan had, but there was a kindness in his countenance that suggested he would have listened if Brendan opened up, if Brendan needed someone to hear him out. It was easy to relax and end up pressed against Poe, as if in a daze, a little sleepy, a little warm, and before he knew it he had his arms around Poe like he was trying to cuddle the man into being Manabu.

I'm a terrible person, Brendan thought, and then made no move whatsoever to move away. But if he doesn't mind then I don't.
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[personal profile] pale_blue_arrow 2017-11-28 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
For a few minutes, or more accurately a dozen, Brendan didn't move, didn't disrupt the content, settled-down feeling that came from every point of contact he had with Poe. He just shut his eyes and breathed it in. Poe was a better person than Brendan deserved to be friends with. It had been a very long time since Brendan got to properly hold onto someone and frankly he was running on fumes emotionally, these days.

Maybe that was his excuse for how, when his eyes opened, he found himself staring at Poe's lips. Manabu had never been big on kissing or making out. It had been centuries, in teenager terms, since Brendan had gotten to properly make out with someone, and Poe was so very not Manabu it wouldn't have the immediate guilt-inducing response somebody else might. Oh, he'd looked at the natives, thought about just banging someone from his school, but they didn't care, not the way Poe did; they wanted to brag about being with an imPort, any imPort, Brendan just happened to be there. Things were different with Poe, and what he needed now was someone who cared beyond him being a 'sexy imPort' who was, for very limited definitions of the word, famous.

He kissed Poe impulsively, hated himself immediately, and so he kissed Poe harder as if that could sear the guilt away from him, burn it off and into ashes, so he could just feel normal for a moment.
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[personal profile] pale_blue_arrow 2017-11-28 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
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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[personal profile] pale_blue_arrow 2017-11-28 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've broken that law before," he shrugged, because at the time it had made sense. At the time it had all seemed like a good idea. This, on the other hand, seemed like a bad idea already, from the first moment. People who cared about each other shouldn't hook up like this. There was no way this could end well.

But he wanted this, he loved it, and he felt incredibly overheated when his brain processed the friction of being in Poe's lap; he shifted to try to find a comfortable place to settle and stopped breathing for a moment when Poe messed with his hair. Poe was surprisingly gentle for someone making a terrible decision. Thankfully he wasn't Manabu-level gentle or Brendan wouldn't have been able to keep going.

He wasn't sure what he wanted. He kissed Poe back intently, trying to ignore what it was doing to him and failing because the word 'anything' was a lit match to the gasoline of a teenage imagination. What didn't he want, if it was with somebody he trusted not to hurt him? A wellspring of ideas flashed through his head and they all involved Poe staying the night and not leaving in the morning, they involved not being alone night, involved-

"Bed," he murmured quietly, breathlessly, "I can't-"

Couches, Poe might recall from the haze of Brendan's shared memories, were his and Manabu's thing.

"You can still stop if you want, I just need to not do whatever we're doing here," Brendan finished weakly, grip on Poe tightening. "Please."
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[personal profile] pale_blue_arrow 2017-11-28 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He liked being handled roughly, so long as it was somebody he trusted not to hurt him. He trusted Poe. He wanted harder kisses, wanted bites, wanted a thousand things he would be ashamed to admit to come morning, but at the moment that kind of claiming kiss took away his ability to do anything other than moan into Poe's touch, which was so much more bold and decisive and already more than anything he'd ever done with Manabu.

Brendan didn't even wait for another greenlight, he yanked Poe by the shirt towards the bedroom, cheeks flushed already, breath shaky, taking the opportunity when he opened the bedroom door to shuck off his jacket. He wasn't anything spectacular to look at, but Poe was, so he focused on Poe, on how good Poe looked, how incredibly dark and perfect his eyes were and how kissable his lips were, and the next thing he knew he had his arms around Poe's waist again, tugging him close to press their bodies together. It was probably not a great indicator of Brendan's mindset that he'd gone from zero to have the start of a hard-on and he'd regret that too, later, but right now he just opened his mouth, silently begging Poe to kiss him senseless. He'd always been in charge with Manabu. He wanted the opposite from Poe.

He trusted Poe not to use the opportunity to break his heart or push him into something he didn't want. If things had gone differently, he could have loved Poe. If things had gone differently, they'd be making love right now instead of making great strides towards what could only be called a pity fuck.
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[personal profile] pale_blue_arrow 2017-11-29 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
He'd have to be blind not to notice how attractive Poe was. At the time, when he'd met him, he had Manabu on the brain and so barely made note of it. Now he was keenly aware of exactly how unfairly attractive Poe was, and his body got the memo before his mind did, pulling soft, gasping sounds out of him when Poe ground against him. He wasn't sure which of them was harder. Somehow sex always seemed heightened when it was with someone who cared - something he didn't get to test out with Manabu, which he now regretted constantly.

Brendan's brain shut down for a second when Poe's hands slid over his bare skin. It was so good to have someone quiet all the noise in his head, all the mental torment he couldn't shut off. He shuddered against Poe, swallowing and nodding at the suggestion. God, yes, take the entire world out of the equation, blow every thought from his head, make him feel something, anything at all.

He kissed Poe again in a fog of want and need and murmured, "I want you to fuck me." It went unspoken that Manabu was a bottom. Brendan couldn't take being on top and having any thoughts of him mid-sex, that might really drive him over the edge into the kind of brokenness that resulted in an intervention or testing out if the Porter really could revive the dead. He took one of Poe's hands and brought it to his nipple, ready to let Poe take the lead and ruin him for other men. "'m clean, you don't need a condom, just... please, Poe." His shoulders slumped, and he rested his forehead against Poe's shoulder weakly. "Please."
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[personal profile] pale_blue_arrow 2017-11-30 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Any smart reply, or any at all, that he might have had in response to Poe's quip immediately died a swift death when Poe pinched at his nipple. Brendan swore in his increasingly disused Spanish out of some automatic instinct, but it was a good kind of swearing, the kind he never got a chance to do around Manabu. He blinked, dazed, falling onto the bed and swallowing. Brendan steadfastly refused to think about how long it had been since he was with another guy. Depressingly long, long enough to make him an incredibly easy lay, but he'd lived a long time without a sense of shame and didn't intend to develop one now, not with Poe's hands driving him crazy, making him dizzy with anticipation. He wanted those fingers in him and he wanted more of that sharp pleasure that bordered on pain in his chest and he wanted everything else Poe was willing to give, anything, just to blot it all out.

He was almost painfully hard as he kissed back, frantically, enthusiastically, as if he needed to reassure Poe this was a good idea. He shuddered at how Poe used his tongue, his vivid imagination supplying him with a slew of dirty mental images; he pressed his hips upwards against Poe's, letting out a sound that was somewhere between a shudder and a moan at the contact. He wasn't normally this vocal in bed right away - that usually came later - but Poe's touches were rapid-fire sensations that destroyed his already shitty concept of a filter. It was just the right side of overwhelming and he needed more, immediately.

"Sounds like a start," he replied, voice low and slightly snarky, still trying to grind against him impatiently. "If I don't scream at some point, though, you're not doing it right."
Edited (Punctuation fail.) 2017-11-30 15:42 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pale_blue_arrow 2017-12-12 10:34 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a start," he shot back, snarky to the last, and then he promptly stopped making noises that sounded like words as Poe bit him. He made a noise that was somewhere inbetween a gasp and Poe's name, fingers digging into Poe's back and gripping for leverage. He was probably going to leave a mark of his own, but Poe didn't seem to mind, given he went ahead and hit Brendan's every last button anyway.

No one had ever accused Brendan of being patient. He couldn't help grinding against Poe in return, breathing now audible and strained as Poe's fingers worked at him. With anyone else it might have been too much, under any other circumstances, but right now it was all exactly what he needed. He was unbearably hard and the friction was just enough to make his back arch slightly, pushing his hips upward. The sound he made when Poe bit down over his collarbone was an outright whimper, and he didn't care enough to even try to censor it. Everything was good enough to make it not matter. All he needed now was for Poe to keep it up.

"So good," he murmured, back arching again, struggling to move himself in time to Poe's thrusts to get the maximum amount of sensation. "I owe you a blowjob after this, or anything, whatever you need, just don't - don't stop, please-" Brendan cringed slightly, aware he was begging, which he already hated himself for, and shut his eyes to avoid having to look at Poe's face for a moment.

He wouldn't have been embarrassed with Manabu. Shit. He did not want that thought in his head right now. Damnit.