Not again. That was the mental chant. This wasn't going to turn into Poe distracting him to the point he ran the risk of ruining the mood again. Of watching an unfinished Poe sprint away while Finn was left to shower off his own mess alone.

It takes a minute for that chant to be put into action. Good intentions were nothing compared to feeling Poe against him, skin on skin, and he was so damn hard. But he does it. He deserves a medal for it, but he does it. He pulls Poe away again and flips their positions. His hands slide down to rest on Poe's shoulders, pressing so they are against the wall, keeping the man a little less than an arm's length away.

"Stay there."