flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

There was that, slow and steady progress. With a lot of steps back along the way, but still. It was a galaxy where people like Poe and Rey were alive, where someone like him could fight his way to freedom.

"We could do worse."

"Here we go," Poe said, leaning forward as the trees broke under them, giving way to an overgrown plane - with several tall ruined pyramids almost growing out of the green. He sped downwards and brought the speeder to a halt at the foot of the steps of one, before leaning back, smiling.

"This whole place would have been crawling with X-Wings..."

"A few more weeks," Finn reminded him. Just a few more weeks then he could go run around X-wings all he wanted.

He leaned in to give Poe a kiss right on the corner of his mouth, then climbed out of the speeder. Despite the words, it was hard not to be at least a little humbled in a place like this. The history of the Republic had happened here, and long before that a different people that hated the Sith. He dragged a hand along one of the crumbling walls.

"Wow."

"Amazing, right?" Poe said, still clearly thinking more about the X-Wings than the ruins he had grown up with, but just sharing this place with Finn brought a real and tangible joy to his chest. He watched Finn with pure adoration for a long moment before hopping out after him, reaching out to put both hands on his waist and turn him around, and without another word, push him back against the ancient wall.

He leaned in, first, just to breath Finn in, waiting a heartbeat as he hovered there, before finally crossing the last few centimetres to take a deep, claiming kiss.

There would be time for looking at ruins later, he decided. All the time in the galaxy. Any tiny shred of resistance that might have tried to struggle up died in the face of that kiss, from the possessiveness of it. Finn could only moan softly and slip his hands under Poe's shirt and jacket, needing to touch the man. Now.

Even if he'd tried to make an argument, Poe would have made more, mostly with his mouth, and possibly with his teeth. The bandages were still there, but they were far cleaner now, and had to be changed far less often, and took up less of his chest - so it wasn't hard for Finn to find skin.

Poe's hands stayed right where they were, firm grip keeping Finn pinned to the wall.

"You know, I've been feeling a lot stronger, lately..."

"It shows."

It was a murmured approval, this entire bit of aggression very much appreciated. Finn licked his lips, working up the courage to say the next bit without feeling ridiculous. Poe could do smooth lines, Finn still felt like a kid stumbling through a bad porn vid.

"The rebel going to interrogate the stormtrooper this time?"

It didn't quite work, the words bringing a blush. But at least he'd made it through them.

The blush made it adorable, which was probably not the mood that Finn was going for, and Poe ha to actively keep from grinning. Which he did by burying his face into Finn's throat and dragging teeth over skin.

"I've heard you carry information vital to the survival of the Resistance," Poe purred, his thumbs digging hard into Finn's hips.

The loud moan probably wasn't in keeping with the scenario. The video- and, damn it all, he had gone back and watched it all the way on his own later- had involved some token resistance. Something Finn couldn't even begin to muster with Poe holding his hips like that. His hands splayed over Poe's lowed back, trying to pull the man closer.

"I'll tell you anything you want."

He resisted the pull, only long enough to prove that he could, before sliding his body up against Finn's, pressing his thigh hard up against his groin.

"Oh I know you will," he growled, letting one hand release it's grip so that he could shove it up and under Finn's shirt, raking his nails down his chest. "I have plenty of ways to make that pretty mouth of yours sing..."

It should have sounded ridiculous, made him snort the way the video did. But it was Poe and a shudder went through him as he moaned again and let his hands fall from the other man. Clearly, he wasn't the one in control here.

"Please..."

It was ridiculous. But in the way that it would be ridiculous later, when his blood wasn't running quite so hot, and when Finn wasn't moaning in a way that made Poe want to tear all his clothes off in record time and then do some things he really really shouldn't.

When they got back to base, though. There was going to be a talk.

And in the back of his mind, still, was Rey. A spectre, over his shoulder, watching him, and he wondered vaguely for a moment if Jedi could see that far. Could feel that far. Luke had said he could feel his friend's pain. Did that extend to pleasure...?

It was a thought that really shouldn't be half as erotic as it was, and he shoved the thought down as hard as he could. (Or at least he tried.)

He pulled Finn's shirt up roughly, over his head, but used it to twist Finn's arms back behind him, pinned against the wall, as his teeth bit down into Finn's collar bone.

"I know you have the plans," He growled lowly, his thigh pressing with a steady rhythm up against Finn's groin. "And I'll find them on you even if I have to go over every inch of your skin with tooth and nail--"

He'd never thought he'd enjoy handing off control, not after the Order and the years it took him to get any control over his life. From his sleep schedule to his diet to his hair, everything had been out of his hands. But this was different, a choice and not a demand, letting Poe put him in a vulnerable state out of trust rather than having it forced on him. It made him hard to the point he almost hurt from it. And Poe wasn't letting up.

Finn tipped his head back with a shout as Poe bit him, hips trying to jerk forward and having no space to do it. The game, the game was still happening, but it was a long moment of panting before he could manage a reply.

"I don't...I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't lie to me," He warned Finn in a hiss - one hundred percent into his act now that he had seen (could feel) the way Finn was reacting to it. Yeah. Yeah they were doing this again. Though he might need to invest in some restraints a little more effective than a shirt... His nails found the softer flesh of Finn's nipple, and he gripped it and pulled, sharply, just to accentuate the words.

He raised his head, grabbing Finn's earlobe between his teeth. "Don't tempt me, Finn, or I will ruin you."

That last part was maybe less act than the rest.

He might've made a good stormtrooper in another life. Finn might even tell him that, later, when he was running his fingers over the marks on Poe's neck, over those on his own, catching his breath from this. But here and now the hissed words, the tugging, just made his knees practically buckle, threatening to longer hold him up.

"Poe-"

He caught himself, swallowing hard and trying not to break the scene any harder. Not if getting Poe to do that was the reward for playing.

"What are you gonna do?"

It was getting harder by the second to remind himself that he was Definitely Not Allowed to press things too far with Finn, at the moment, regardless of what he wanted, regardless of whether or not Rey would be able to feel whatever he did to Finn. It was also getting harder by the second to keep pretending that he was here for anything other than Finn, or remember exactly what game they were playing. He shoved his shoulder into Finn's, bracing himself there while grabbing the ex stormtroopers thigh, pulling it hard up against his side so his hand could grip Finn's backside with a force strong enough that he probably would have five neat little matching bruises.

"If you tempt me, Finn, I will take you right here," He promised, in a breathless growl that was turning from his faux-evil voice into one that was truly his, just extremely aroused and desperate. "I will push you down on these stones and I will fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk for a week."

"Do it."

It wasn't much more than a whisper, his voice lost in struggle between breathing and moaning as Poe pressed. But there wasn't a game now, or there was but it was something else now, or- Finn couldn't keep track, didn't really care to. His hands were bound and his position forced him open for Poe, and he was hard enough his pants had become painfully restricting. There was no time for feeling awkward or inexperienced or uncertain. No time and no room for it in his head. It was perfect.

"Now, Dameron."

The little voice in his head, the one that said 'bad idea, bad idea, bad idea' almost every time he had any idea was back, although he was having a really, really hard time listening to it. In fact, his hands were already obeying the demand, pulling Finn's trousers open and down to his knees with an almost violent efficiency, pulling back to push him down onto the stairs - before his brain finally managed to echo that voice loud enough that he paused, panting hard, standing over him.

Damn it. Damn everything in the entire universe, but not here. Not now. Ruin was the right word for it, if he did it now, and though he was almost a hundred percent positive that Finn would not complain, he would feel guilty about it forever. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was hurt Finn. The markings were something else - shallow but purposeful. But if he actually gave in to that demand, the chances of hurting Finn were way too high.

So with a strain of effort that took everything in him, Finn let out a groan that was half a frustrated cry, and staggered backward, harder than he could ever remember being in his life.

"No."

His heart had been pounding through the entire, beautifully swift change in position. Was still pounding, a straight throb from chest to groin that made up the entire world. The hard stairs under his knees, the slight cut of his shirt into his wrists (more his fault that Poe's, an easy thing to escape, but he'd twisted it tighter to hide that fact), all just minor distractions, the sharp contrast that highlighted his need.

Then Poe stepped away and he pressed his forehead into the nearest stair, nearly whimpering in disappointment. Fuck. He really would make a good stormtrooper.

"M' not a child. I- know," hard, he was too hard and Poe was too damn far away. "I know what I'm saying."

"I know you're not a child," Poe retorted, a real frustration in his voice. Seeing Finn like that-- He groaned and scrubbed at his face and took another step back. "Fuck, but I know, Finn. Trust me. But this isn't--- Not here. I can't."

He was also having a hard time articulating anything in any kind of meaningful or coherent way. He groaned again, but couldn't help himself, stepping forward and reaching out to press himself up against Finn's backside - leaning over to press a rough kiss to the base of his neck, grinding up against him. Still pointedly with his trousers on, which - well. Was probably a very good thing, considering.

It was no where near enough, but it was something and it was good, and Finn pressed back from his position as best he could. No real rhythm or force to it, simply movement as he panted with his forehead still against the stone.

He couldn't keep demanding Poe do something he didn't want to, couldn't possibly. Couldn't live with himself if he ever even thought it. But it didn't make it easy.

"Okay, okay...you. Do something. I- Anything."

That at least, he could do. He groaned as Finn pressed back up against him, the friction so bitterly sweet that he bit down into his lip, hard, as he shifted his position. Anything. Yeah. Yeah, he could do that.

He kept himself pressed up hard against him, but shifted so that he could find Finn's shoulder with his teeth, gnawing at the muscle as he snaked and arm around him, taking him fully into hand with a strong, forceful rhythm to his strokes, pressing up against him as if he was doing just as he had threatened, banging them both hard into the stone with every thrust.

It was good, it was hard and painful and so, so good. Just how good the pain was a thing Finn wasn't going to analyze, not now or ever, but something he'd keep in mind for the future. But for now he tried to breathe, to make it last. Poe could finish first for once.

Maybe. He let out another helpless moan and wasn't sure that was a goal he'd be able to achieve.

It wasn't enough. His trapped cock hurt and finally with a string of curses he let his free hand undo his trousers. Thighs. Thighs were safe. Right? That was fine. He could control himself that far. He didn't stop stroking Finn, but it was a little awkward for half a moment as he freed himself, shifted his weight, and then slipped his aching length between Finn's thighs, forcing them closed with his knees. He moaned, helplessly, and when he pulled back to thrust that time, it was into tight heat rather than just rutting against fabric, and it nearly drove him crazy on the spot.

"Soon as we're--- home--" He groaned, biting down harder into Finn's shoulder as he started to find a hard, forceful rhythm, "Not even going to -- debrief -- just take you straight to my room--"

"Keep talking. Go...to the room-"

He liked Poe's voice, he had always liked that voice from the first time he heard the pilot mocking Ren. The man was usually more than ready to supply it, too. But this was for more than just enjoyment. It was something to focus on, to slow him down even after that wonderful addition of friction between his thighs.

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