flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

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.

"Going to -- get you off with my mouth, first--" He groaned, it was too easy to picture. "Make you- cum so hard that Rey will feel it half the galaxy away--"

He didn't even notice that he'd said it - she'd somehow slipped into the fantasy ages ago, and at this point his mouth was just an extension of his thoughts, and his thoughts an extension of the desperate need that was driving him hard against Finn.

It was easy, so easy to picture now that there were so many past experiences to draw from-

Then Rey's name, and Finn's mind stuttered to a stop. Where- what- If he'd been in any kind of position where he could turn around to look at Poe, he would have tried. It was hot, he couldn't deny it was so very hot, but an image he'd never had, coming straight from Poe's mouth.

"Fuck."

Words really were Poe's area.

It was encouragement, if anything, and Poe was so lost in the fantasy that he didn't care about anything else, at the moment, other than Finn's hard heat in his hand, the tight friction between his thighs, and the idea that maybe, somewhere, Rey--

"She wouldn't be able to help it - she'd touch herself as I touched you, slick up my fingers and open you up - tease you until you were begging me, and she was begging-- --- Finn--"

He wanted to finish the story. He did. But it was too much, and before he could even get another word out he was moaning helplessly, shuddering as he slammed himself hard against Finn's backside, coating Finn's thighs with mess.

He'd liked Rey- likes, and even that wan't enough of a word- thought she was beautiful, strong, wondered if she had someone waiting for her- but hadn't pictured that. That Poe had, was, is something he didn't know how to process. And now he could picture it too, perfectly, like Rey was on the steps above them. He felt a sliver of guilt, Rey a real, living woman and not some fantasy to be pulled out-

But listening and feeling Poe finish was enough to put it from his mind. Mission accomplished, Poe went first, and it's no time at all before Finn joins Poe over the edge. Already being held up by stone and the other man alone, he doesn't move a muscle after, simply breathing hard against the stairs.

It took him a minute to recover, still shuddering as he lay on Finn's back, pressing clumsy kisses onto the curve of his spine--

And that was when his brain kicked in, the guilt hitting him so hard it felt like he was kicked in the chest. Not even just guilt. Guilt, jealousy, and that weird twisting sensation he couldn't even name. He groaned - not a sexy groan, but a 'Poe you're such an idiot' groan, and pulled away, rolling over to lay down on his back against the stones, covering his eyes with a hand, gripping his temple tightly.

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

"Sorry."

As nice a picture as a repentant Poe was, it really wasn't the kind of after-glow Finn enjoyed. But it did say something. It wasn't a carefully planned story, one made just for Finn and his (apparent) inevitable marriage and eternal destiny with Rey. He licked his lips for a moment, thinking, then rolled his shoulders to free his, likely by now bruised, wrists. He only partly tore the shirt, and that was fine. He was getting used to just taking Poe's clothing and they needed something to clean up with before getting back in the speeder.

"Don't be."

He did not obey, or move his fingers from his face as he slowly scrubbed his eyes. He didn't say sorry again, though, which was something, but that meant he didn't say anything at all, for a long time.

"Did you bite her?" The question was hesitant, almost buried in a groan, still feeling like a complete idiot, but - the twisting in his chest wasn't going to stop, any time soon. "... When you guys were... did you bite her?"

He rubbed his wrists for a moment and it was a testament to Poe that his mind was still going so sluggishly, struggling to decode that question.

"When we...? Were running for our lives? Breaking out of starkiller base?"

"Flying around in the millennium falcon together?" Poe offered, a little miserably. He sighed, and then sat up.

"Never mind, Finn. I just - I don't know. She's gotten stuck in my head. I'll get over it."

With Han and an injured wookiee, but he was with it enough now to see arguing the logistics was not the answer. He wasn't the best with words, but he got that.

He started by placing finger tips on Poe's shoulders, making sure he wouldn't just be shrugged off, and if that went well flattening his palms against his back and stroking lightly, fondly and, honestly, a little like he was soothing a skittish animal.

"Trust me, Rey bites her own shoulders. No one else."

It was an objectivity insane statement, but he hoped Poe knew what he meant.

"But she's still yours." It wasn't really a question. Mostly because he didn't really want to hear the affirmation of it. But it was a - relief, at least, in a weird way, and he pawed at the side of throat, fingers skimming over bruises. As if to ground himself, and remind himself. Finn loved him. He didn't have a doubt in his mind, about that. And he loved Rey. Unsaid, sure, but he didn't have a doubt about that either.

It wouldn't bother him half so much if he had any idea what would happen when she got home. Or if he wasn't acutely aware of the fact that Finn, never having really had a family, would want one.

As long as he had a place in it, for however long he managed to keep living, that was fine.

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