flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

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.)

From past experience with the very man he was trying to grind into the mattress below him, Finn knew this was going to end messy. Messy in a place they didn't live, with a man Finn had semi-guilted into doing a very personal and difficult thing later today. He could not have managed to care less about those facts if they'd come to him from the First Order itself.

He broke the kiss only in order to put his mouth back on Poe's neck, not biting this time but applying enough pressure with lips and tongue alone he may as well have been trying to break the skin. It was too much and not enough, the roll of hips and his mouth wandering up and down both sides of Poe's neck. There would be no question, none, where Finn and Poe stood in relation to each other now.

He immediately protested the loss of Finn's mouth with a groan -- which turned into a healthy, husky moan as soon as he felt the pressure on his neck.

"Yours--" The word ground out between his teeth - an affirmation, a promise, and a plea all at the same time.

His fingers dug hard into Finn's backside, biting the fabric, and if they had been anywhere else - *anywhere *else, there would be a lot more insistent and urgent demands being made. But Poe was horribly aware of just how unprepared he was, at the moment. So fine. Rutting it was. He felt like he was fifteen again, dry humping for the first time. He hadn't figured it would be that hot, later on in life. (He was so, so wrong.)

It should be embarrassing, but after such an emotionally charged half hour he didn't care. Poe growled Finn's possession and it was over. He bit down on the other side of Poe's neck, giving him a matching pair of marks, one on either side.

Then collapsed. Well, for the most part, he stayed on his elbows, chest an inch above Poe's to keep from injuring him. He'd be there for Poe. In just a moment.

"I love you."

He was still aching - trapped far more securely by the blankets around his hips than Finn had been by his trousers - and so though he wasn't far behind, he still wasn't over the hill in time to meet Finn there. The second bite nearly did it - Poe letting out a helpless moan as Finn marked him once more - but still he was left bereft.

And then Finn spoke, and a pleasure completely different from the one in his groin spread through his chest - and he would have sworn his skin went hot to the touch.

"Somehow I got that impression," He replied, grinning, but the adoration was so clear and complete on his face that he may as well have lit a beacon, to show how much the words themselves meant to him.

"Yeah...I ,uh. Who just leaves it at 'I know'? So..."

He was panting, could still feel Poe hard and wanting against him, and while he had the physical stamina to continue, he still held still. He'd known. He'd known, but having all the words out there and floating around and two gorgeous, sluggishly bleeding marks on Poe's shoulders bookending a cacophony of bruises along his neck...it was too much. Too much to just take in and press forward without a moment of basking, of leaning down to press their mouths together again.

"What do you want?"

"To steal you away into the night and never be seen again," Poe replied, grinning into the kiss.

"But in the meantime - these damn blankets burned," He murmured, finding Finn's wrist. "And if you don't touch me, Finn, I'm not going to be able to leave this room-- You have no idea how badly I want you, right now."

He snorted softly, not at all attractive, he is sure. But he could manage. Even if it meant not touching him at all for a minute.

Finn rolled up and off the bed, stripping the blankets away with a the quick efficiency born of years of training. And Poe still wasn't naked. He hooked his fingers into the waist of his pants and looked up at his face.

"Up."

The efficiency was - well - incredibly hot, even though Poe knew it was probably years of stormtrooper training behind it. Maybe because of it. But that was a thought for later, and one he wasn't about to voice.

"Yes'sir," he replied immediately. Okay. Maybe voiced a little. But he clasped his hands onto the mattress below and pushed his hips up to help Finn get them off - though that proved a little difficult, thanks to what was in them. He was, in a word, very, very... interested.

He pressed a kiss to Poe's stomach as he worked. If he had more energy he'd have a renewed interest as well. But after traveling and the emotional drain, he was more than content to appreciate the man as is, smiling at the response as he threw his pants to the side.

"You know what you are?"

"Incredibly handsome?" Poe asked, settling back down against the mattress and letting his hands raise to run over Finn's shoulders. His own shoulders were getting quite stiff, thanks to the darkening bruises, and the blood that was drying there.

"Talented and Incredible and Infuriating?"

"Perfect."

Considering the number of times he has said it before, it's almost an inside joke. But he means it. With every fiber. And he leaves it there as he takes Poe in his mouth.

He should have expected it, really. Should have known. And yet, still, the word caught him by surprise, and he laughed - hard enough to make his ribs ache, held tightly by the bandages - but the laugh doesn't laugh. It's cut off, instantly, as Fin takes him. Poe's fingers dig hard into Finn's shoulders in response, a hissed curse slipping from his lips.

It didn't last long. He'd been on edge for long enough that it took a few strokes, a few swirls of Finn's tongue and he was well and truly done - and utterly exhausted.

"... getting... dangerous with that..." He accused breathlessly.

"Just with you," he promised, fairly sure anyone else would have been slightly more unforgiving.

But he likes it all the same, leaning up to capture Poe's mouth in a deep kiss as he settled back at the other man's side. Sans blankets.

"Rest?"

"Yeah, I think I could rest now," Poe murmured, his smile lazy and relaxed, head turning to chase that kiss even as he pulled Finn in closer beside him. Sans blankets.

"--love you, Finn," he murmured, taking another kiss, before resting his head down on Finn's shoulder and closing his eyes. He was out so fast he didn't even hear if there was a reply.

Finn laid there for a long time, the weight of Poe on his shoulder and an idle stroking of the other man's hair happening without a reply. There'd be a later, of course. Poe's father entering the room, seeing the damage on his son. But for now there was only stroking the man's hair and looking around at his childhood dreams.

Finn smiled softly, settling in for the wait. Whatever happened, it was more than worth it.

Kes didn't disturb them - after all, he wasn't really eager to go into the garage, and was all too happy to wait for as long as possible. He'd stepped out into the garden, and was working on tending that when Poe finally woke up, about an hour later, smiling into Finn's shoulder.

"... Hey," he murmured quietly.

Weeks and months later and the same feeling came up in the face of that smile. I'm going to keep you. Even better, now he can stroke his fingers- lightly, so lightly, pain wasn't the point- along one of the bite marks and have Poe know it too.

"Hey."

Any time Finn even looked at those marks, now, he'd know. He'd know every time he moved his head and the muscle pulled and ached with the bruise. It was inescapable. And perfect.

"... Ready to face the fire?" He murmured, teasingly. "You're a braver man than me, I hope you know."

He frowned slightly, glancing up at the blaster on the side table for a quick moment, then back to the bruises blooming on Poe's neck. The many, many bruises...why were there so many, what had he been thinking, knowing what they planned to do this afternoon? (That is was hot, of course. So very, very hot and it was perfect, seeing Poe like this now and if they weren't here for the express purpose of Poe resting...no. He cut that train of thought right off).

"Your dad's gonna kick me out."

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That made Poe chuckle, breathlessly. "I'll protect you," He promised, still teasing, too absolutely happy to do anything else. He turned enough to press a lazy kiss to Finn's throat and then nipped at it lightly. Maybe he should give Finn some marks to match...

"It'll be fine. I doubt he'll say anything. The hangar, on the other hand..."

"He loves you, it'll be alright."

He actually believed it, fully. Whether from sheer optimism and affection for the man in his arms, or simply out of naivety, he believed it. But- and the thought was enough that he pressed a kiss to Poe's temple then turned to get up and out of the bed before his expression showed- if he ever lost Poe, the idea of never stepping foot in a place that had been most his...

It just left an ache, right where his heart should be, even thinking of it. Better to switch topics.

"...I don't have any pants."

"Yeah, I know." It was the easy admittance of a relationship that though strained, still existed. He knew his father loved him. That was never in question. It was the how, that was the problem. And even then - a problem easily solved by just going his own way anyway.

He didn't see Finn's expression, didn't even notice a difference, his own attention fully on himself as he sat up - sore everywhere. Everywhere. But exceedingly pleased. He grunted as he stood up, and then looked up at Finn's voice, chuckling darkly.

"Ah. Well. Good thing you fit my clothes so well," he teased, stepping over to the closet. "Might be a little old, but --" He grabbed an armful of random items and held them out for Finn to choose from.

He grabbed a pair at random, tossing them over a shoulder with the promise of taking care of those, and getting out of the now...uncomfortably crusty pair he was still wearing in a moment. The train of thought from before, though he tried to shove it away, had left a want that may as well have been a compulsion in him. Finn wrapped his arms around Poe's waist so tug him against his chest, and pressed his lips against the now deeply bruised skin of where shoulder met neck.

He wasn't afraid of Kes. That was going to be fine. But the chance that he might, however unintentionally, take the man's side over Poe's was becoming a real one. Getting the words out had been wonderful, made this all the more real in a way Finn hadn't expected. But it made just how much he had to lose all the more clear, too.

"Sure you're up for it?"

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