flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

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.

Finn hesitated at that, not just silent but his hands stuttering to a stop on Poe's shoulders for a moment as well before resuming their idle path. His? He considered her a critical part of his life, a stabilizing second Sun his world turned around. But his.

"I don't know."

He finally turned his head, then, looking at Finn for a long second, before offering a slightly sheepish smile and leaning down to press his fingers to Finn's knuckles on his shoulder.

"... Guess we'll have to wait and see if she bites you, then," Poe replied, still smiling at him - small, warm, and fond.

He gave a soft laugh, not so much entertained as at a loss for how else to respond. He leaned down to kiss his cheek, still mulling the whole conversation over.

"So...that was for...me?"

That got another groan and a helpless look.

"... No I... really wasn't planning on mentioning her at all, ever, when we had any of our clothes off," he admitted. "But I just-- Sorry, Finn, it just got stuck in my head, and I then I couldn't help but wondering how the force works--"

Now that got a real laugh, sorry Poe.

"Damn Force. Not sure anyone knows how it really works."

The tone was all affection and he had to duck in and kiss those lovely marks along Poe's neck. But the man had a point. Now that it was out there, now it was in his head. He wondered.

"Ah.... Keep in mind we'll see her again. Mind reading stuff."

"Yeah. Mind reading stuff." He was in trouble, whenever he met her.

He just hoped that she didn't kick the shit out of him instantly.

Finn's lips on his throat were so perfectly grounding, though, that at the moment he couldn't feel anything but affection for both him and Rey - and maybe for the first time since he'd kissed Finn that first time, he thought he might actually be looking forward to her coming back. (Even if she did kick his ass.)

"Must be a reason that the Jedi tried so hard to be celibate."

"I can get it."

He knew it wasn't meant as serious, but he couldn't help thinking of it. As a stormtrooper newly on the run, connections of any kind allowed to be formed for the first time, he hadn't been ready to understand. But now?

"I couldn't imagine having that much power and feeling like this."

Another kiss to Poe's neck, then one to one of the marks on his shoulder. No doubt what 'this' meant.

"I'd kill them all, maybe. Burn them to the ground for ever touching you."

Even if Poe's interrogation had brought them together, he'd heard the screams. His voice went lower, almost reverent as he continued.

"It takes a special kind of person, to have all that power and not get lost in it."

It shouldn't have made his chest feel so warm, the way that Finn's voice darkened. He imagine it for a second - replacing Kylo Ren with the furious figure of Finn, still in his storm trooper armour, helmet off, the entire star ship around them cracking with fury -

And was very, very glad that he had Finn as he was, instead. He slipped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer, locking them in together even though the stone steps made for a terrible resting spot.

"It's not a power I'd want," he agreed quietly. "But Rey is a special kind of person. So we can leave all that force stuff to her, I think." He leaned in, eyes closing as he pressed a firm kiss to Finn's lips. "I'm pretty happy with exactly what I've got."

"I'll still fight the Order for you. Just...uh, less dramatically."

He smiled against the kiss, not even noticing he'd stated the fact it wasn't so much the rebellion he was here for. But the truth couldn't hurt.

The stairs could though and, giving Poe a gentle nudge with his shoulder, he finally set about properly cleaning them up with the ruined shirt.

"For me, huh," He said, the smile spreading into a grin. "So I'm still wielding terrible power..." He let Finn push him back, and it was only then that he realised that Finn had actually torn his shirt and he gave a laughing groan as he started pulling his pants back up.

"There's probably some rags in the speeder, Finn," He teased him, but it was kind of adorable anyway so he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Finn's shoulder before standing - and wincing, visibly, if hopefully out of Finn's sight. He had really pushed it too far.

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