flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

Poe almost mentioned the shower. An acceptance formed as they dropped off the blasters. If he stepped into that room, he was going to do...something to Poe. He shouldn't. Bad idea. Look what it had already done to them. But it was the same feeling he'd gotten when he found out he'd been assigned to his first real mission as a stormtrooper. It didn't matter what he thought about it, it was just going to happen anyway.

So the smart thing to do would be to make his excuses and bolt. But like the idiot he was he'd already promised food and if things were a little cool between them now, he couldn't imagine trying to deal with the chill that'd come if he ditched the pilot here. Which meant all there was to do now was what he'd done on that mission: march forward and pray there was something left of him after.

"We've got a plan."

"Alright then, Big Deal," he teased - it was a name that had gotten around, even before Finn had mentioned it to him, himself. "Mission engaged."

He felt it, too. It was impossible not to. Even if they didn't go back there, something was going to happen. Maybe if he had kept to the actual plan, it would be different. But even then he was fooling himself.

So on the way back to his rooms he started telling Finn about his mission - recon straight into enemy space and nearly got shot out of the sky again - while his brain ran in the background.

The risks were the same as they had been, four days ago, except that something finally clicked. It was stupid that it hadn't already. But the premise of the whole thing was suddenly so much clearer.

Yes, he was going to get himself hurt. That was a given, at this point. But running hadn't helped, hadn't lessened the hard tug in his chest. If anything, it made it worse. But Finn - that was different. Finn deserved his friendship - deserved whatever he wanted from Poe, if he was honest.

And he'd been treating him like shit. Running? What kind of asshole was he? No. He could take this. As long as he didn't get Finn hurt, then it would be fine.

Or at least that is what his body managed to convince him, as they drew up to the door.

He hit the access panel and strolled inside, immediately moving to change out of his flight suit, still talking --

"So as soon as I zipped around the asteroid, I kicked into hyper space. Made sure to take a couple jumps on my way, and headed home."

He was at least going to wait until the shower. That had been the Big Deal's real plan, even as he grinned and was properly impressed with Poe's masterful (slightly suicidal) flying skill. More than just being a continuation of the interrupted events from earlier in the week, Poe could seriously use a shower. Not so much for Finn's comfort, but he knew how unpleasant sitting in a stew of yourself for days on end could be.

So, he'd wait. Food. Shower. Things.

Except he'd forgotten the little detail that four days was not enough time for a bite mark to fully heal. He'd been in the process of kicking his boots off, making himself comfortable, when he'd glanced over at Poe and seen it. Followed by the entire expanse of the rest of his back, which was enjoyable. But secondary to that damn mark.

The plan was being adjusted.

Now free of boots, he swiftly walked up behind Poe to place one hand along the side of the pilot's ribs, applying just enough pressure to stabilize himself as he pressed a harder-than-intended (okay, so it was a constantly evolving plan) kiss to the mark.

"I'll get the shower going."

The second step of the ever shifting plan apparently involved walking to the bathroom as quickly as possible, before he could catch any kind of reaction on Poe's face. Okay.

Fuck the plan. Fuck every other plan he'd ever had in his life.

Finn missed the stunned expression, Poe twisting around so fast he stumbled in the pant legs of his flight suit. Of course he hadn't forgotten the bite. It had ached with a low dull throb every time he moved that shoulder. But he'd been in his flight suit the whole time - hadn't actually seen it.

Now?

It was like a firebrand to his skin.

He was delayed only by the fact that he was trapped in the tangled mess of his flight suit around his ankles. Once he was free, he made a brisk beeline to Finn, the sound of the shower dimly coming to his ears.

Fuck the plan.

He always thoughts better on his toes, anyway.

He didn't even say anything when he stepped into the washroom. Just walked straight to Finn, grabbed him, and pushed him up against the nearest wall to kiss him as hard as he possibly could. The fact that the wall was in the shower, and that Finn was still clothed, did not play into it at all.

He hadn't had time to get the water temperature right, the too hot stream a shock to the system that still ranked well below the one Poe had just dealt him. It didn't matter. Screw it. One hand went to the back of Poe's neck to attempt the impossible task of pressing the man's mouth harder against his, while the other skimmed up along one arm, then the shoulder, only settling once he felt that familiar patch of healing skin. His. Four days later, and there was still something his on the man.

They could die here. Never have to deal with the implications of this in the real world, of the dangers this posed. The base could just blow up and that would be fine.

He didn't even notice how hot the stream was, because that could very well have been the blood rushing through him, for all he could notice or care. What he could feel were Finn's fingers on his skin where the mark still lay - palm settling against it.

Well at least he had one pretty good idea for what Finn liked.

It made the blood rush straight to his groin with the memory. His hands fumbled with Finn's clothes - already sopping wet and getting wetter by the second - working with a desperate urgency.

He broke off only to breathe - the action actually made rather difficult, between the water and the kiss, but only so he could look into Finn's eyes for a thudding heart beat. Only so that he could catch his gaze before he turned his head to press a hot kiss to his throat, to run his tongue over his skin before parting his lips and letting his teeth bite down.

"Damn."

Both hands were instantly in Poe's hair, fighting to get a grip in the soaking wet strands. That was- he was never apologizing for biting too hard again. It was perfect, and it was more a whine of pleasure than moan that actually choked its way out of his throat. All he wanted was to encourage the man, like that, just like that- but not again.

It was a force of will he hadn't been entirely sure he was capable of, but Finn pulled at Poe's hair, trying to get the man to take a step back.

"Poe."

His hair was exactly where he wanted Finn's hands, he decided. Yes, they could stay right there, that was completely fine by hi--

The pulling wasn't as expected. Not bad, in truth, save for the direction. Finn tugged and Poe was forced to step back, his chest heaving, the water spraying directly between them, hot enough that the steam was starting to rise from his skin.

"Sorry," He said, breathless, though it was obvious that he wasn't - the smile that was flickering across his lips and pulling them into a grin could not be kept at bay, despite the sudden halt. That hadn't been all him. Finn had kissed him back just as hard.

"Liar."

The hard kissing wasn't going away anytime soon. He had Something To Say, but that would wait. In the face of that grin, that obviously unapologetic smile, Finn pulled him back again by the hair for another hard kiss, tongue occupied with a much more important task than talking. Just for a second. Or ten.

After an unknown number of seconds, possibly minutes, he did tug Poe's face away again. Just an inch, panting the words almost directly against his lips.

"I still owe you one."

All former concerns and worries flew completely out the window - his entire universe sinking down to Finn's lips, his tongue, his hard body under his hands. How much he just wanted to stay right there, how the planets seemed to align, just for this.

And then Finn spoke, and any blood he had left rushed straight to his groin.

"I'm happy to share," He replied, just as rough, the water running down his face and between his lips until he pushed forward and occupied them once more.

Not again. That was the mental chant. This wasn't going to turn into Poe distracting him to the point he ran the risk of ruining the mood again. Of watching an unfinished Poe sprint away while Finn was left to shower off his own mess alone.

It takes a minute for that chant to be put into action. Good intentions were nothing compared to feeling Poe against him, skin on skin, and he was so damn hard. But he does it. He deserves a medal for it, but he does it. He pulls Poe away again and flips their positions. His hands slide down to rest on Poe's shoulders, pressing so they are against the wall, keeping the man a little less than an arm's length away.

"Stay there."

He puts his hands up for the universal side of surrender, one entire side of his body bright red from where the too-hot shower had been hitting him, and was now spraying the other side.

"No promises," He says, wetting his lips, his eyes squinting slightly from the spray of the shower. He was on complete, full display, now, and a display it was. His stubble was darker than usual - four days without a shave - and his arousal was obvious enough that they probably could have set up a tent with it.

And he was decidedly Not Thinking.

He almost reached out a hand to run along Poe's side, from shoulder to hip- but no. If he did that, he wasn't certain he'd stop again. It was time to keep the mission objectives in mind. First he kicked his sopped wet clothing out of the shower, leaving them on the floor to deal with later. Then the water was finally adjusted, down to a nice, manageable heat instead of the relentless inferno.

There, good. Well done, soldier.

Then he finally gave in, tracing with both thumbs the lines of Poe's neck, down along his collar bones, then curling his fingers around the man's ribs and running his palms down until his hands come to rest on his hips.

"Still perfect."

Any walls that Poe had somehow managed to erect around his heart completely crumbled, and he couldn't bring himself to even want to build them up again. He let Finn's fingers stay there for approximately all of fifteen seconds, the look on his face one of utter and unadulterated adoration, and then he was stepping forward, sliding his hands around both sides of Finn's face and pulling him in for a deep, lingering kiss.

The heat was still there, still burning, but it wasn't that spurring him.

Later, lying in bed, staring at his ceiling, his brain would finally rear its head, and he would stick a pin through that moment and keep it. That was the instant he finally understood his father. And later that would be the first thing he would ever truly fear.

But now, there was no fear, or thoughts of his family, or even thoughts of himself. Everything was Finn.

He'd keep this, too. Poe's expression, a look he'd never seen before. The feel of Poe's hands cupping his face. His, all his, to keep and bring back up whenever he wanted.

Finn pressed forward again, not stopping until Poe's back is flat against the wall once more. It takes some maneuvering, but he gets his lips away from his lips and against Poe's neck. Then, before he can second guess himself, doesn't stop. His mouth follows a similar path to the one his hands had a moment ago. Down his neck then ribs. Finn finally drops to his knees to kiss his stomach and along the curve of one hip.

It's only then he looks back up, unsuccessfully trying to push down his uncertainty. Making sure this was fine in Poe's plan, as well. Which the pilot can hopefully pick up by look alone, because Finn's words are failing him again.

"You...ah...?"

Finns lips trailing down his chest had left absolutely no doubt of where he was going, and Poe was completely, and utterly, okay with the destination. He reaches out, his hand sliding over Finn's hair, close cropped and wet, and he's smiling so honestly and so wide that it's making his cheeks hurt.

"You're perfect," he murmurs.

He can feel his heart as it chugs harder and faster into the next beat, and Finn is forced to remember just how dangerous this was. So many clear and obvious reasons why-

And he's grinning back without thinking about it. Fear meant something when he had time to think about, to evaluate. In the moment it just made his heart beat faster. Or in this particular case, his groin grow harder. Which might have something to do with why he and Poe got along to begin with.

But beyond all that, he has his answer. In the few days Poe had been away Finn had done some...recon of his own. Beyond the very obvious aspects that came naturally, he thought he had some of more relevant basics down from study. Leaning in, Finn ran the very tip of his tongue along Poe's cock, from tip to base, then back up again on the other side.

Poe groaned, his eyelids flickering, but his gaze staying focused and determined on Finn kneeling in front of him. On his tongue, darting out to slide along flesh-- He cursed, lowly, his fingers curling, nails scraping through hair to dig into scalp as he watched.

It was going to be very, very hard to keep from moving.

"... Finn--"

So far so good. Encouraged by the reactions so far, he takes a breath then goes for the main mission, taking the first few inches in his mouth. After placing his hands on Poe's hips, holding him in place. Gagging during the first five seconds was not part of the plan, and the man was impulsive enough that urge might overrule his consideration for a moment.

Poe was working hard to be very considerate. The last thing he wanted to do was convince Finn that this would be an unpleasant experience for him, because on a very basic, utterly thoughtless level, he wanted Finn to enjoy - (putting it bluntly) - sucking his cock. That was very much an endeavour that should only receive encouragement.

But the part of his mind that was thinking, and for the most part had nobler intentions, just liked Finn too much to want to push it. Not now. Later maybe. Later, after they'd had a few rounds, and Finn had bitten hard into his inner thigh and left a dark, purple mark--

He moaned, his thoughts having gotten away from him and gone in a very, very arousing direction.

"... barely gone even four days, and missed you so much," he whispered, the words almost lost in the sound of the water hitting them and the floor.

He really wasn't in a position to be holding a conversation, but his grip on Poe's thighs tightened enough that there was no doubt there would be bruises after. Five perfect fingerprints on pale (compared to Finn) hips, only matching up to his hands.

His next bob forward went another inch further, Finn's own groan muffled. He knew there was a way to take the man in all the way. He'd seen it. He just...had to figure it out. Hopefully sometime in the next two minutes before he made a fool of himself while trying.

He hadn't expected a reply, obviously, but he also had barely noticed he had said it. (He never really stopped talking, unless you were a First Order Interrogator.) Finn's fingers on his thighs were such a perfect answer, though, regardless of what he said, that he sucked in a hard breath, his head rolling back to rest against the wall of the shower, his fingernails digging harder into Finn's scalp, almost pulling him in closer, if it weren't for the fact that he kept holding himself back from doing that.

Poe's admirable for that, but Finn's undertaken the mission. He was the former pride of the First Order, soon to be Big Deal of the rebellion, and...whatever the hell this was to the most talented pilot in the galaxy. He could manage to accomplish what teenagers raised in slums and farms across the galaxy could. Just breathe through the nose, lean forward-

And gag reflex. He jerked back the second he hit it, eyebrows narrowing. Okay. Not that way.

Poe didn't miss a beat. He was far too into this to be put off by the sudden disengagement - pulling Finn up roughly back to his feet and up against him, sliding a hand between them in the exact same breath that he stole a desperate kiss. It was a little awkward to grab them both, but he was determined, and he knew exactly what he wanted.

And he wanted to feel Finn right there against him as he stroked them both hard enough to drive them mad.

So by spreading his fingers a little further than they enjoyed and wrapping them around each in turn, he managed to get them both in one hand and give a rough, hard stroke as he panted into Finn's lips.

He wasn't sure if this counted as a mission failure or spectacular success, or maybe just a complaint about his head giving talents. But he couldn't give a single damn, not with those fingers in action and Poe's mouth so close. He dove back in for another harsh kiss even as his hands scrambled for purchase on the man's wet back and shoulders, relying on that grip to hold him up as his legs went suddenly weak. He'd been kneeling, that was clearly the issue. From kneeling to standing and-

And where did Poe learn to do that with his hand? Finn groaned helplessly, hips jerking at the sensation.

"I- damn- I missed...Too. You too."

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