flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

Shot down faster than a TIE in a dog fight. Poe sighed almost wistfully as Finn pulled back, and removed his arms to hold them up in defeat, trying not to think about what the evasion actually meant.

"Just my shoes?" He teased as he kicked them off and stepped backwards to the bed, pulling out the sheets.

Yeah. Good friends. He was such an idiot.

"Maybe one other thing."

While Poe pulled out the sheets, Finn trailed his hands down his back to tug up Poe's shirt. He would give the man ideas- he was having ideas, honestly- but as nice as the man was to touch, the practical need to make sure no bandage was loose or slow bleed happening also applied. That had to at least partially justify half-stripping the man in his childhood room for reasons beyond Finn's own enjoyment. Right?

"Hands up."

The smile flickered across his lips, but he obediently put his hands up in the air.

"You know, it really is warm in here. If you're going to take a nap too, you might need to lose some of those cumbersome clothes yourself."

"I'll be on top of the blankets."

Because resting. Even if...no. Once the shirt is pulled off and discarded, Finn's fingers may linger on the visible patches of (sickly yellow in some places) skin as he check everything, tracing along the edges of bandages in a way that was in no way needed, but rest. It had been a long trip, and vibrations from ships and speeders could agitate wounds in not clearly visible ways. And Kes was still up and around, possibly stopping in at some point to check on his son. The unencumbered 'napping' could wait until night time.

Seeing everything was in good order, he gave Poe's back a gentle but unwavering push towards the bed.

Poe sighed again - more dramatically, this time - and climbed into bed as he was told. He wasn't going to admit how good laying down vertically felt, so all he did was pat the bed beside him.

Finn shook his head, fond smile in place, then kicked off his own shoes and, after a moment of hesitation, undid his blaster from its holster at his side then removed the belt, too. More comfortable that way. The weapon was placed on an end table in easy reach as Finn, still on the other side of the blankets as promised, curled around Poe's form in what he refused to think of as a defensive position. Sure, he was in a perfect situation to move quickly, covering Poe with his own body and being able to reach his blaster at the same time, but the fact that even on this world he couldn't let his vigilance down wasn't something he wanted to think of or even acknowledge.

It was just comfortable this way. End of story.

"The fact I'm here."

Poe hadn't exactly forgotten that he'd asked a question, but it had left his mind long enough that he needed a few seconds to trace back what they were talking about.

Nope, he still had absolutely no idea what that meant.

He wet his lips, curling up against Finn. "... Yeah, that's-- The point is that he's not totally sure exactly what that means," Poe replied, not admitting that he wasn't sure what it meant either. "There's a pretty wide range from 'good friends' onward."

It's through the blankets, but he still idly strokes his fingers against Poe'd shoulders and upper arms, the action now far more habit than conscious choice. Finn was starting to wonder exactly what this conversation meant. He'd been pretty firm on where Poe fit in his life, as unnamed as it had been. But maybe it was being here, in this place, for Poe. Mother, father, wife, husband, son. Friend. All nice neat little titles, a classification system Finn had never been part of.

Until now, apparently. Suddenly he wasn't sure where he was supposed to fit, either.

"Well. It means...something. Doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

Speaking for himself, now, not pretending to be speaking for his father, and unable to keep himself from following the trace of Finn's fingers on his skin through the fabric of the blanket. (Hating the blanket, quietly.)

"Yeah it... means something." No. That wasn't good enough. He turned slightly, to meet Finn's eyes. "... It means a lot, Finn. To me."

"Good."

He should say something more. The concern that had just started churning in his stomach, creeping up his spine, had vanished in a wave that he could practically feel flowing out and away from him, serenity taking its place. Finn really should manage something charming, something...touching.

"That's...that's good."

Or he can just repeat himself. A half second of hesitation later and he presses a kiss to Poe's forehead as a second attempt at managing a meaningful response. And as an apology for his...self, really. Just all of him at this moment.

The smile spread slowly, but inevitably, just warm and fond, as if he couldn't have expected any answer save that one. His eyes close as Finn's lips press to his forehead, and the smile is still there when Finn pulls away again. A hesitant, but insistent hope pressing against his ribs.

"... Good friends doesn't really cover it." he said very quietly after a minute, the kiss having instilled at least a little courage. "Does it."

"Ah...No. No, you're right."

It didn't cover even the smallest tip of the mountain. Finn shifted, laying down fully now so he could pull Poe in even closer, tucking the man's head beneath his chin and securing his arm around Poe's shoulders. Hot boyfriend didn't even really cover it. Not this feeling he got at being allowed to do this, to have this. He was Poe, a unique man with a unique position in Finn's life.

It was probably the afterglow of Poe's words, combined with the courage given by not having to meet the man's eyes, but rather than just leaving it there he pressed his mouth and nose into Poe's hair, speaking softly but unwavering.

"You're mine."

Poe was pretty satisfied as it was - the embrace even more an affirmation than the words had been, and he had folded easily into it, closing his eyes and breathing deep--

And then Finn spoke again.

The rush was so immediate - a surge so great that it took his breath and trapped it in his chest just under his heart as it slammed against his ribs. He didn't really know two words could mean that much to him - hadn't really known how badly he'd needed to hear them, despite everything. How perfect it felt, slotted into his heart.

It took a whole half a minute before he even thought to do anything, the smile so hidden and so wide that he was sure Finn could feel it as he turned his lips up, pressing them against Finn's adam apple.

"... Yeah. I'm yours, Finn."

"Always giving me heart attacks."

It was huffed into Poe's hair, but damn if it didn't feel like his heart had taken on a life of it's own. So close to his chest, to the pulse in his neck, Poe had to be hearing how hard it was beating twice over after that long, long pause. It to have been at least a half hour long, Finn was pretty sure. Of just silently holding Poe, feeling his lungs pause then resume, sure he'd done something wrong-

Huh. Suddenly that first night, that whispered perfect and the following response made far more sense.

Finn pressed an kiss into Poe's hair, only just remembering not to tighten his grasp to something painful around the still injured man. There was no escape for either of them now. Not now that he knew he could keep this.

"Gotta keep you on your toes somehow," Poe replied, his voice a little breathier than maybe it should have been, his own pulse racing so fast that he barely even noticed Finn's.

He buried himself in against Finn, despite the sheets (he really hated those sheets), his face pressed fully into Finn's throat, trying to beat down the smile that was so wide it hurt. Trying and failing. "Damn, but I love you, Finn," He said in a rush, as if Finn had broken whatever barrier had been holding it back until now.

He didn't even care, anymore, if he wasn't the only one who was Finn's.

"I know."

He smiled against Poe's hair, fingers now stroking at the back of his neck where he could touch skin. Real, actual skin instead of the self-imposed exile that was the blanket between them.

Maybe Kes had a point. There was a war and horrible things to stop, innocent people to save. But they could just stay here, right here, and Finn was pretty sure he would be content for the rest of life.

"I, uh...I Knew that for a while. Thought you would've figured it out first."

That made him laugh, self deprecatingly, the weight that was lifting from him surprising, in that he didn't even realise how much had been there, or for how long.

"Yeah, well-- I figured it out a long, long time ago," he admitted, eyes closed as Finn's fingers traced against his skin. "Just didn't really want to - I don't know. Complicate things."

"Don't think we could, any more than they are."

His mind doesn't even flash to Rey, he's too in the moment, too wrapped around and up in the man in his arms to think of anything but them. Of losing focus on the battle field, of losing it worse when he couldn't be near Poe all the time off of it. He'd been in love a long time too, it just hadn't really seemed like something to say.

He swallowed hard, not sure where to go after such a...thing. Huge, but so small. A handful of words, of putting out there what they'd both already known. But Poe was on to something. Saying it out loud made it more real somehow, made it better.

"But I'm...everything you want me to be, Poe. That might clear things up."

"That sounds like a dangerous promise," Poe teased him, his heart near bursting. He had to move - had to shift himself so that he could actually find Finn's eyes, his face, his lips, and he took a kiss that would have been harder if he could stop from smiling.

"Lucky for you, you're already everything I want."

It was a novel thing, being enough. But that wasn't what made him sigh softly into Poe's kiss, an answering smile forming as he realized just how much the man was actually radiating with approval, with agreement. Being himself and being what Poe wanted. That was a gift.

He couldn't imagine losing it.

No. He wasn't going to ruin with with Kes' voice in his head, instead tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his hand once more holding Poe close against him by the back of the neck rather than just lightly stroking. The damned blankets made it harder, but he pushed forward anyway, not breaking the kiss, trying to put Poe's back on the mattress and himself above him.

Poe groaned lowly, the smile finally fading, even if the happiness didn't. It was just that his mouth very much wanted to be occupied differently, his lips parting to pull Finn into a deeper kiss, sliding onto his back easily, his hands slipping up to grasp the sides of Finn's head, nails digging into short curled hair.

"Are you really sure about these blankets?" He asked in a whisper, the grin slipping back to his lips as he pulled back a hair's breadth away.

"Stupid plan, you're right."

Now Poe was half wrapped in them, like a child-made mummy that was going to take work to get him out of. Work Finn just didn't have the patience for. Without breaking the next kiss he pulled the sheets down enough to expose most of Poe's ribs and up, and counted that as a win. If Poe wanted to finish that battle, it was his to take up.

For now, Finn had a different priority. That first night, the words and actions and Poe's sudden retreat hadn't really left his thoughts. For as long as he'd known there were feelings between them, it was only fair he let the other man in on just how long they'd been there on his end. Or that was the rational excuse. The rest was was the pure, driving thrill of having heard Poe acknowledge he was his.

Poe's shoulder may be cleanly exposed, but considering how long it had been and how near frantic with the need Finn was at the moment to do this, he didn't really have time to remember the exact spot. So he approximated, kissing the skin of Poe's shoulder before he glanced up to make eye contact, making sure he had the man's attention.

"Mine."

Then he bit down hard, closing his eyes as he refreshed that long healed mark from their first night.

His hands had already been moving to tug at the tangled sheets around his his - flashes of fantasy of him putting them in a pile and burning the whole lot of them outside - but then Finn's eyes raised and met his, and for a half a breath Poe swore he felt his heart stop.

Mine.

The bite was hard and sharp, the flare of pain in its wake instant, his whole body tightening in on itself - or as well it could, trapped in those sheets. It wasn't just pain, however.

The meaning took.

The meaning took with such a force that all the blood in his body immediately rushed straight to his groin. He was pretty sure something so painful was not supposed to feel that good, but fuck. It did. It was claiming and perfect and everything he wanted.

He hadn't even noticed how loudly he'd groaned when it had happened - probably would have tried to quiet himself if he had - but he couldn't care at all - surging upwards as soon as Finn was done to take him in an almost painfully hard kiss.

There was still some blood on his teeth when Poe kissed him, Finn actually knocked back a little in surprise at the ferocity of it. But only for half a heart beat. Then he groaned into Poe's mouth, the effect what he'd done was having on Poe the single most incredible thing he'd ever seen.

Poe struggled with blankets, but Finn was no help. He ground his hips down hard against the other man's as the kiss went on, any thought for noise or damage or pain gone. He needed Poe. Now, in anyway he could have him.

The kiss had the heavy taste of copper and if anything that only made it worse - better - and Finn was not the only one with a sudden, urgent and desperate need. He gave up on the idea of the blankets - too much precious time to lose in fighting them - and instead hooked his fingers into the back pockets of Finn's trousers and pulled him hard against him, grinding them together despite the layers of fabric acting as barriers.

He refused to let his lips slide away, even as his lungs complained. His hips rolled hard up into Finn's even as he dragged him down, rutting against him like there was nothing else in the universe he needed more.

(There really wasn't, except maybe a device that could dissolve fabric instantly.)

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