It was easy, so easy to picture now that there were so many past experiences to draw from-

Then Rey's name, and Finn's mind stuttered to a stop. Where- what- If he'd been in any kind of position where he could turn around to look at Poe, he would have tried. It was hot, he couldn't deny it was so very hot, but an image he'd never had, coming straight from Poe's mouth.

"Fuck."

Words really were Poe's area.