flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

"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?"

"Not at all," He admitted happily, "But that's never stopped me doing anything before."

He let Finn pull him close, smiled at the dull ache that throbbed in his shoulder as Finn kissed it. His mind was far, far from death, at the moment. But that would probably change as soon as he stepped in the hangar.

He just had always lived in the present.

He had to.

He was silent for a long moment, spending more time than he probably should if they were actually going to leave this room in the next hour simply moving his lips lightly along Poe's skin. It wasn't even kissing, really, just feeling the contact up and along Poe's neck, behind his ear. Maybe he could just take him. Steal a ship and lock him away, all Finn's and totally safe. Would anyone really blame him?

He smiled, mouth still pressed lightly to Poe's skin. Nice dream.

"No, it never does."

And he loved him for it, the fondness drenching his tone. They belonged in the battle field, the both of them.

He always enjoyed it when Finn was affectionate, and wasn't going to rush him, even if he misunderstood the source of the hesitation. Instead he just ran his hand back and forth over Finn's wrist at his waist.

"You need help putting those on?" he teased instead.

What he needed was to throw Poe back on the stripped bed and not get up again for another few days. But there were promises to keep and if he mentioned that idea to Poe he knew they'd probably be missing dinner. So he planted one last kiss and stepped back to change.

"I'm going, I'm going."

It took him a little while to get dressed himself - more sore now than he had been before - and his jacket didn't cover the bruises on his neck, which were slowly turning purple. He didn't care. He thought about unbuttoning, just a little, to flash the bite marks too - but resisted the temptation. He really shouldn't taunt his father, even with something that made him happy.

At some point it would just be sad.

So they were visible because he didn't have a way of covering them, not because he was showing off, and he flashed Finn a smile before stepping back out of the room. Kes was in the garden when he wandered up.

Finn very intentionally took longer to reach their destination than Poe. He was going to give the man a moment to adjust to the fact his son had apparently undergone an assault in the last hour before Finn saw his face. It probably wasn't that big a deal- Poe was a grown man, and Finn couldn't believe for an instant he hadn't had his share of adventures while a teenager still living under Kes' roof. But that was all easier to think about than the emotional ride he'd requested the men go on.

There were some voices from the garden, but none raised, and then Poe laughed, rubbing at his neck with a slight flush as his father sighed, looking at him bemused, turning his head to look at Finn as he walked up. He didn't say anything to Finn, exactly, but he did give him a knowing look.

In that look was something else, almost a gratitude, and a relief. He hadn't heard Poe laugh in a long time.

"Alright, you ready to continue your tour?" Poe asked, looking quite a bit more lively than he had when Finn was on the first leg of said tour.

"Let's get to it."

Finn offered a slightly apologetic smile to the older man- this had all been done under his roof and all- but it didn't stop him from placing a hand on Poe's lower back as they started walking. That morning it had been to make sure Poe wasn't going to collapse, and there was still a touch of that now. But his fingers also curled lightly around Poe's hip now, a casually possessive position. Good friends.

Poe didn't even bother with subtlety - leaning to plant a kiss on Finn's ear when he felt the hand on the waist, before slinging an arm over his shoulders. Kes followed, bemused, but not unhappy - though that faded slightly the closer they got to the hangar.

It was obvious, how long it had been since it had been opened. Poe hit the control panel and the door creaked and complained, whining before it slowly started to chug itself open. Inside were a few different ships - most in various states of disrepair, but one that looked whole, if covered in dust. An RZ-1 A-Wing Interceptor.

Poe pulled in a breath, a fond, sad smile on his face. "There she is. Isn't she a beaut?"

He didn't look back at Kes, who hovered outside the door, and didn't step in.

Finn didn't have the connection to ships, to the hanger, to the past Poe did. He looked at the Interceptor and saw a neglected piece of machinery. But he looked at Poe and that was enough. He couldn't quite see it through the other man's eyes, but he could get the gist. It was indeed a beaut, because it meant something to Poe.

"Looks just like from the vids."

Poe just smiled widely and stepped up to it, slipping out of Finn's grasp so that he could press his hand against the ship's side, leaving a hand print in the dust as he pulled it away.

"Shouldn't have brought me in here, Finn," He teased, grinning. "Now I want to fly it." He stepped further into the room, to the half-built thing that looked like it was something between a speeder and a pod racer, but really was just a pile of junk.

Kes still stood at the door, took a deep breath - and then turned to walk away.

He leaned against the door and grinned at Poe's enthusiasm, shaking his head slightly. No, there would be no flying. Cleaning, yeah. Finn was scrubbing this place down himself. But no flying.

The movement of Kes' retreat caught his eye, and Finn hesitated for a moment, torn between Poe and watching the older man walk away. But he'd fought his battle for the day. No need to try and force the whole war at once, not unless he was looking for a quick and decisive defeat.

He turn though enough to call out to the man.

"Kes...thanks."

Kes looked back, to see his son, and the man his son loved, standing in his wife's hangar - and he nodded, just once, and then walked away.

[ooc: we can probably skip to a later scene, so go ahead and just pick a spot to go from and i'll run with it.]

He hadn't been joking about repairing the damn hanger. It gave him something to do for a few hours each day, anyway, other than defiling Poe's childhood room. In fact, it gave him more to do than he'd originally anticipated. He wasn't even sorting through piles of junk, if anyone was going to do that it was Poe who'd actually know what was real junk and what was junk with potential. The dusting and oiling and scrubbing and organizing, though. The years had left enough of that to make Poe flash back to his days of sanitation duty.

Keeping Poe relatively still while he was doing this added an extra layer of challenge. Speaking of, Finn stood, cracking his back from being bent over so long, and looked for the rogue pilot.

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Poe was happily sorting through the 'junk', though he would never call it that. Very little of it ended up in a disposal pile - most of it got sorted into piles that he referred to fondly as 'unfinished projects' and ended up next to one of the half-finished vehicles.

At the moment, however, he was sitting inside the trash-heap of a speeder, reinstalling a new control panel. The movement of Finn standing brought his head up.

"Hey - pass me that T-60 Decelerator, will you?"

It was moments like these he was fairly sure the universe was having a running joke with him. Poe wasn't overly exerting himself, so he had no reason to complain about what he was doing. So there was no escaping the upcoming admission of total mechanical ignorance.

"...that the round thing?"

Poe laughed, leaning over to reach out of the cock pit so he could point.

"No - the cylindrical thing with the ridges on it and the wires sticking out the end," he teased. "Should have brought BB-8, instead."

"Wait until Rey gets back."

It was more a grumble than anything, but the scenarios were close enough it brought her to mind. But at least he could get the device without Bb-8 this time.

"She'd like it here."

As he handed off the...round thing he nodded at the speeder Poe was working on.

"And in there."

He wasn't expecting to hear her name. It had been so completely about them, for the last few days, that he hadn't even really thought about her - and the sudden mention brought him right out of whatever it was he'd been thinking about.

"-- yeah," He replied, trying to make a swift recovery.

He wasn't the only one who was Finn's. "BB-8 said she was - ah - quite a gear head."

It was hard to forget about Poe's arranged marriage he'd set up for Finn and Rey. So, dust and grease covered as he is (as they are), he leaned over to press a kiss to the side of his neck. But despite Poe's obvious fumbles, he wasn't just going to pretend he wasn't looking forward to her coming back, that she wasn't a part of his...family might be the wrong word. But life, world. A major part.

"Yeah. Thought she was gonna shoot me when I couldn't pick out the...thing. From the stuff."

He snorted softly.

"Gonna have to start learning someday."

"The thing from the stuff," he repeated, incredulously, but the kiss did its work and he relaxed.

It would probably be easier if he knew her beyond the legend, but as it was she was just a mythic figure that hung over Finn like a cloak.

However, it was a cloak that would keep him safe - a cloak that would still be there, when he wasn't. So the jealousy mellowed into almost a calm reassurance. Rey. Yeah.

"I can try to teach you, but I'm afraid even my knowledge is pretty specific to how to fly the things. But I'm sure we can scramble up something for you to impress her with, when she gets back."

"There was a lot of stuff. And we were about to die."

He can't help the slightly defensive edge that comes into his voice- he is an excellent soldier. Not a mechanic. There was no reason for Poe to have that tone. But it ends in a self-deprecating chuckle, along with another kiss pressed to his ear.

"We'll save it for another day. But I think I'll be happy to just watch you two go at it."

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