flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

Poe certainly wasn't complaining - he was pretty comfortable with his body, but he wasn't infantry, that was very true. And being literally carried to bed - well. Yeah, he was completely okay with the position he was in. Very, very okay. He laughed breathlessly at the 'Sir' - breath leaving him in a rush as he was pressed down into the bed.

His hands immediately went to work, pulling the jacket right off as his neck arched backward, giving Finn as much room as he could possibly need for those lips to work.

He toss the jacket off to the floor.

"I- wait a minute."

The jacket hitting the floor made him blink back into the present a little, just enough to shift to he was more straddling Poe's hips and sitting up than laying on top of him, one hand planted in the middle of the other man's chest to keep him from coming up as well.

Deep breathing and he looked down. He'd caught a few looks at the other man over the past few months- half of them tonight- but it wasn't the same. No where near now, and he knew even if Order caught up with him again, they couldn't take this image out of his head.

"Just a minute."

It was good that the hand was there, because Poe was almost immediately trying to sit up - kept down solely by that hand. A look half way between confusion and concern crossed his face, remembering that 'No' quite clearly.

"Yeah," he said, his voice maybe a little more breathless than he meant it to be. "- Whatever you need, Finn."

Now that was a hell of a thing to say, and Finn closed his eyes for a moment as his imagination helpfully supplied a few ideas. But that probably wasn't helping things on Poe's end.

"Not like that. Just, uh. Not used to that much down time...not flying out again in the morning, are you?"

Time. Personal time, specifically, was another concept to get used to. Doing non-leader approved activities. Like letting his hand move from the center of Poe's chest down to his stomach then back up again. The good kind of downtime.

His lips twitched, just a little, as the look of concern melted into humour, his cheek dimpling as the smile spread back across his lips again.

"Not on duty for another forty-three hours," he promised, his own imagination happily running with that, his muscles twitching under Finn's almost-ticklish touch.

"I'm all yours."

He really didn't need to specify in what way, exactly, because it was true just about every way he could think around it.

It was more free time than he'd ever had put together, probably more than he technically had now. But the rebellion would probably be forgiving if he didn't do more unasked for maintenance on the weapons for a day.

Not that he would know what to do with forty eight hours. The the immediately on mind was, statistically, unlikely to last over an hour even if they went slow. Then again, probably not the time for numbers. That fact sinking in was enough to make him blush again, catching himself getting too caught up in the future to properly deal with the future. Bad habit. It wouldn't happen again for the night.

Still sitting more or less on Poe's thighs, Finn's hands lowered back down to the edge of the towel and he gave a questioning look. Time to figure out this all statement.

It was hard to tell when Finn blushed - his skin dark enough that the colouring was mostly lost, but Poe was watching him so intently that he caught it, which only made his grin spread. Okay. Yeah. He was feeling much better about this now.

He wet his lips, glancing down at Finn's hands and back up to his face.

"Yeah go on," He replied, smiling lopsidedly. He shifted up onto one elbow so that he could reach for Finn's hip, fingers tugging at his waistband.

"Hey, hey."

He didn't exactly slap Poe's hands away, but there was a definite grabbing and moving of them away. Just for a moment. Unstopped, there was too big a chance he was going to get far too wrapped up in what the other man was doing and get distracted from his current plan. Pressing the wrists back into the bed, Finn made eye contact one more time.

"Stay still for sec."

His heart thudded hard as Finn pressed his wrists down, his lips parting as he drew in a breath.

"Alright, alright," He replied, flexing his fingers but not moving his hands again. "Won't move a muscle."

He moved up for another slow kiss at that. It's been purely practical, making sure he could actually focus for a moment. So he hadn't expected the extra jolt of arousal at Poe parting his lips and just...doing as told. For once in his life.

Finn maintained the kiss as he finally took that last extra movement and pulled the towel away. Maybe, just a little, using the contact as a last calming gesture before pulling back to actually look at the man.

It wasn't that Poe couldn't take orders. It was that Poe only took orders he agreed with.

And well, in this particular instance, he was absolutely and completely in agreement with that set of orders.

His eyes closed at he took the kiss, neck straining slightly to meet it, all too happy to indulge in it while Finn indulged in - well - apparently stripping him extremely slowly. Which really shouldn't have been as erotic as it was. Probably.

The fact that he didn't move, and even better, didn't say anything when Finn pulled back, was miraculous in itself. But really, he didn't need to. His body could speak for him, at the moment. And it was. Loudly.

It wasn't like he'd never seen a naked man before. The Order hardly prioritized privacy among the rank and file. Or even seen aroused men before. Again, the priorities of the Order and a bunk room of teenagers. But Poe, silent and still with his hands up by his head, naked under his still fully clothed form.

Finn needed to take a deep swallow as he hands slowly moved to trace the arch of the pilot's hips.

"You...can move."

"Yeah? You sure?" Poe teased him, biting his lip a little as he grinned up at him.

He liked the look on Finn's face a lot. Liked the way that his adam's apple lurched as he looked at him.

Almost felt as good as flying.

He probably could have been less of an ass, and moved his hands or something, first, but instead he shifted his hips, rolling them upward so that he could press against Finn.

"Damn."

And he should just get used to that blush, because it was apparently a permanent friend for the evening. The motion made his hands slip back up to just above Poe's hips, and he couldn't help rocking forward himself, mimicking the motion and almost cursing again at the pressure.

"Sh-shoulda know. Always showing off."

He would be all too happy to get used to that blush.

"Yeah, well, I can't help it," Poe quipped back, though a little more breathlessly than he would have managed otherwise. His hand settled on the small of Finn's back, palm warm and fingers spread wide as he slowly began to grind against him.

"-- specially when you keep inspiring me--"

"Next time, gonna demand no talking."

But it was an empty threat, all fondness and no bite. Still, if Poe's not gonna take care of this then, damn it, he is. He takes his hands away from the man just long enough to hook his thumbs under his own shirt and pull it off, tossing it directly on top of the jacket.

So maybe he can't help his own, albeit limited, showing off as well.

Either way, the next move is to lean forward again, pressing bare chest against chest as he returns to kissing along Poe's neck.

The fact that Finn even said 'next time' was more than enough to make his blood rush straight down to his groin. Not that it wasn't already there, but, well, you get the idea.

"I've been told I have a problem with authority," He admitted, grinning, but the grin faltered as Finn stripped his shirt. He was going to get to that, but - damn. Damn.

He didn't even notice that he let out a low whistle.

"Yeah, I think we can work with that--" He said, groaning as he was pressed back against the bed, chin tilting up as his fingers grasped at Finn's waist and went searching blindly for his fly. "Question - is that a common look, in the First Order? Because I think we need to steal their training regime--"

"Mandatory."

It was an honest, reflexive reply, and he couldn't even blame the distraction of Poe removing his pants to blame on the fact it was several seconds later he caught the actual compliment. Too late now, and it wasn't like he could blush deeper. But he could bit at the point where Poe's neck met his shoulder, trying to distract the man from another sarcastic reply to that terrible info dump.

"Ah-Need some help there?"

He tries to hide the smile that comes at Finn's automatic reply. It was the fact that it was automatic that made it - well. Adorable. Probably shouldn't think that way about mandatory First Order training, but then - he got Finn out of it. So obviously they did something right.

Never voicing that thought aloud.

Which was fine, because the thought disappeared instantly the moment he felt Finn's teeth in him. So - distraction successful.

"Nah, I got it," He murmured, shifting his weight until he finally caught the zipper and slid it down. He was careful not to do any touching, not yet - immediately retracting his hand to slide it in against Finn's hip instead, gently pushing his trousers down.

It's a groan. He convinces himself of that, or attempts to at least, as the pants go down far too slowly for his taste. A groan. No a whimper. Not at all. And he paused his work on Poe's neck just to get some air, not to fully focus on what was happening. That's all, just pressing his forehead against Poe's shoulder, panting against his bicep, for the air.

Poe is far too amused for his own good. Aroused, yes, obviously. Fond - yes, and that part he wasn't going to dissect, right now. But the amusement was what kept him grinning, kept his chest warm. Burned under the fondness.

Because in the end he simply enjoyed Finn's company. Whether that was in a TIE fighter being shot at by the First Order, or - whimpering softly because Poe had finally managed to drag his pants down to his knees. It was cute, alright? He couldn't help it.

Nor could he help being a little bit bolder, his finger tips 'accidentally' brushing up the inside of Finn's thigh before he pressed his palm to the hard outline marking Finn's underwear.

"Poe-"

It was already a hard press, but Poe might be in slight pain now as Finn jerked forward, trapping the other man's hand between them and grinding his stomach across Poe's length.

He'd had a plan, more or less, when he'd gotten into the bed. Get on top of Poe, undress, likely sex. But the path between item two and three was more vague we'll use the Force? than actually laid out step by step. Now that he was here, managing much more than groaning into the pilot's chest and grinding against his hand was hard to even imagine. Any finesse or mutual seduction on hold so long as that hand was there.

It wasn't the most comfortable position for his wrist, maybe, but Poe could literally not care less, at the moment. Not with his name said with that kind of desperation.

He arched up, catching at Finn's lips with his own as he tried to re-angle his hand, which didn't go quite as smoothly as he hoped, but somehow he managed to find a grip, tightening around Finn's cock, fabric catching in his fingers.

"Yeah?" he asked in a grunt, the most eloquent lover in the universe.

Finn just panted against his mouth for a moment, not actually prepared to be asked anything. He's assumed Poe would know what to do- for the way the man talked, he had to know what to do. Which, at this point, just had to be something. So despite the thrill of straddling the naked pilot, Finn admitted his place as the novice in this situation and, wordlessly, flipped them awkward wrist position and all so the other man could do...something.

"I don't know."

He couldn't help it, laughing a little as Finn flipped the over, but the laughter died as soon as he had Finn pinned down, between his thighs.

Sure, he knew what to do. He'd had experience, but it had been different. Mostly with other fighter pilots, mostly on a friends-with-benefits scenario, and usually in the excitement of still somehow being alive. He'd never managed to have a relationship. He was dedicated to the Resistence, and the Republic Navy before that. It didn't leave a lot of room for lovers. That, and Poe did his best not to get too attached. To anyone.

It was too hard to justify, when you might die at any moment.

And then there was Finn.

Which was a whole new bracket of 'something else'. Something else that made his stomach flip in weird, yet pleasant, ways, when he was situated above him like this.

If this had been one of his buddies, and a night to burn off some steam, he knew exactly what he would do. Off would go the last of Finn's clothes and down would go Poe's head and he would stay down until there were some very delicious cries from Finn's lips, and then they would switch. And then they would laugh and have a drink and watch a stupid holovid. And sure, that's how he'd been playing this up so far, maybe. Sort of. It wasn't like he'd declared anything.

But the idea of just getting on with it... Didn't sit right. So he actually hesitated - not for long, but for a noticeable few seconds, before the fond grin spread and he shifted - grinding against Finn a little before moving to kiss his throat - lips parting as he did, his free hand tugging down Finn's underwear off his hips.

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~ i work out ~

and my shirt is open??

swoons

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