flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

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."

There was a growing urgency to every stroke, his grip tight enough to make the friction between them impossibly sweet. But really it was the way that Finn clung to him, the way his voice hitched when he spoke, the words tumbling out in an irregular disorder. That was what did it, more than he rapid timing if his own hand, so used to gripping a joystick that this just felt like a natural step up.

It was Finn and everything about him that had the broken, husky moan pulling from his lips.

"--Finn--- I can't--"

It was all the warning he managed to get out. Usually he did better than this. Honest to god. But it was too late, his hand thrusting down hard against them, the climax hitting him so fast and suddenly that he couldn't stop it. He clutched at Finn's back, and most definitely did not let out a whimpering moan. It was something way closer to a husky growl, or something equally sexy. Definitely not the pure, overwhelmed sound that he was afraid that it was.

Actually afraid wasn't the best word, because he did not have a single thought in his head as he came.

Damn legs- Finn barely manged to think that much, the whole having thoughts process having been let go a few seconds ago and now rushing back in jumbled and frantic, as Poe leaned into him. That combined with a wet shower floor could have ended terribly, came very close to doing so, in fact. Finn stumbled a step back, and only excellent reflexes kept them together and upright in the shower instead of painfully sprawled on the bathroom floor.

They were okay. He was still painfully hard, but they were okay.

More than okay. Poe was panting against him, spent, and Finn could have given a whoop to rival the first time he shot down a TIE fighter at that. He didn't. But the temptation was there. Instead he used a free hand to smooth Poe's soaking hair back and away from his forehead so he could better see the man's face.

"Got you."

He felt the stumble but had basically nothing in him to help them stay upright, so he was hazily glad that Finn, at least, had better reflexes. (Remind him not to try this while flying.)

His hand let go, stabilizing on Finn's hip, as he turned his eyes up to meet his gaze.

He'd go up against a hundred Starkillers if it meant Finn would look at him that way again.

"Yeah," he agreed, his voice a little rough. He didn't quite trust his legs yet, but he leaned in, taking a slow, almost lazy kiss.

"You got me."

The kiss saved him. Between that look, the fact most of his blood was still south of his brain, and just himself, he'd been about to ask for clarification for that last comment. How far did that go, how much did he have-

Yeah. Good thing he was very quickly otherwise occupied. Not ruining everything was still a core of the mostly in tatters plan. He slid his hand down to the back of Poe's neck again, increasing the pressure of the kiss.

He was finally starting to get some semblance of sense back - a little more balance, a little more, you know, active thought process - though he wasn't about to break that kiss immediately no matter what.

Well, except to murmur against Finn's lips a single word that was definitely not a question.

"Bed."

Soaking wet, Poe. But it's a thought he all too happily lets slip away. Shuddering against the man and reaching blindly behind him to turn the water off was a much better plan. Good work, Finn.

He manages it on the second try, not a bad accomplishment considering he didn't break that kiss. Finn takes the first step out of the shower, but the whole navigation processes is being left in the hands of the pilot.

It's hard to navigate anything when you refuse to stop kissing the incredibly handsome man in front of you, but luckily, he didn't really need to be able to see, to know where he was going. The soaking wet would be a problem, one he didn't think about until they were just about past the towels. He shot a hand out - breaking the kiss off for all of ten seconds to be able to see what he was doing, then slung it around Finn's hips to pull him hard up against him with it like a sling.

He could take a break for two seconds to make out, this was just fine.

Then he pushed him back out of the bathroom.

The push startled a laugh out of him. From exactly where he wanted to be right now to back on the march.

"Cruel man."

A march to another place he'd like to be, granted. But the future was a vague and uncertain thing, even a future only a few steps away. That present had been perfect, and he reaches out to grab one of Poe's arms without thinking about it, trying to pull him close again.

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"You have no idea," Poe promised, the grin splitting his lips as he let himself be tugged back, though he kept pressing Finn back to the bed.

They weren't dry yet. The towel was being completely used in ineffectual ways, mostly to help him keep a grip on Finn, but they weren't exactly moving back quickly since he kept getting distracted by Finn's mouth and hands. So they weren't as wet as they could have been, when Poe finally pushed Finn down firmly onto the bed and took a hard kiss.

"My turn."

"No complaints here."

None at all, not with Poe on top of him again. Even the fact he can feel the bed sheets clinging to moist skin is more a plus than anything. The one thing that is a little awkward he just takes into his own hands, scooting them back up on the bed until his whole body, from head to toe, is on the mattress. Said sheets were now a damp tangled mess, but it just makes him smile into the kiss. Pride and elegance were clearly out of the plan. He's more than happy to look the fool for Poe.

He didn't leave his lips on Finn's for long, pulling away to kiss his throat roughly, then his collar bone - tracing hot, open mouthed kisses all the way down his chest as Poe shuffled on his knees, settling in between Finn's legs.

He wasn't taking it slow. He could have, maybe, could have drawn it out, but he didn't want to. He wanted to make Finn feel amazing, and he wanted it now, and forget everything else. So as his hand drew up to grip the base of Finn's shaft, he went straight for it - sliding his lips down to take as much of Finn into his mouth as he could, his cheeks hollowing.

And of course Poe could do it, zero problem. But there's not room for jealousy or any other semblance of a less than positive emotions. There never was with Poe. Finn just gasped, hands moving to cup the back of Poe's head with an utter lack of the skill and restraint the other man had shown in the shower. His back arched, his fingers tightened and relaxed with no semblance of rhythm in Poe's wet hair. He should probably mention that if they kept at this rate, he wasn't lasting long.

Too bad words were a thing of the past at the moment.

Poe didn't seem to care - his head angled as well as he could to keep from gagging, his lips working as if his life depended on it. His hands dug into Finn's thighs - not quite hard enough to leave a bruise, but the flesh dimpled under his fingertips as his head bobbed with an efficient urgency.

Good man. Damned skilled man. Also a little cruel, but Finn liked that too. It doesn't take much more than a couple minutes before Finn is attempting to give at least a moments warning. Attempting being the key word here, because he's not sure a louder than the rest groan and one more hand to be painful tightening of his hands in Poe's hair really counts as a warning before he's finishing.

It wasn't much of a warning, but it didn't matter - it wasn't his first rodeo and he took it gracefully as he could manage - waiting until Finn was utterly done and completely spent before sitting up, scrubbing the back of his hand over his reddened lips as they turned to grin at Finn. He looked very pleased with himself as he slid to the side and shuffled up Finn's body to nip gently at his ear.

"Told you that you had me," he whispered, still grinning.

"Pretty sure that one's you having me, man."

It's too close, the hazy after glow too present, for Finn to process that comment on any deeper lever. To do much more than just relax back into the bed and let Poe wander and nip wherever he liked while the fingers of one of Finn's hands traced lazily around his shoulders and neck. If they spent a little more time coming back to that damn bite mark than any other area of skin, so be it.

His heart thumped, warm and hard against his ribs, and he smiled into Finn's throat. He couldn't think of another time that he'd just been so... elated. Where everything in the universe had aligned perfectly and this was exactly what he wanted, and there it was. In his hands. In Finn's hands.

He shifted even closer, the skin above the bite mark pricking as Finn's fingers caressed it, finding the man's lips and taking them in a long, indulgent kiss.

"Perfect," he whispered against him, barely a breath, barely audible, just a rumbling echo of the word that Finn had carved right into his chest.

"Almost."

Deep emotional processing would wait. Possibly forever, if he could book enough time in the training stim rooms to block it out. For now, he's content to be content, a rare experience in his life. One that had only really happened in the past few months. First with Rey, with the knowledge of doing the right in thing in helping her, and lately with Poe. Because it was Poe. No more needed to be said.

On a more superficial, physical level, though, he can't help but note they could make some improvements. The wet sheets were leaching body heat rather than their intended purpose of helping. The warm bundle of pilot on top of him was somewhat compensating, but not quite enough. He opened his mouth for one more, lingering kiss, then the hand on Poe's shoulder slid down so he could tighten an arm around the man's waist, forcing him to sit up (or end up awkwardly sprawled in Finn's lap, the soldier wasn't picky) along with Finn as he shifted to place his feet on the floor over the side of the bed.

As if needed to punctuate the lack of grace he'd shown this whole afternoon, the sheet stuck to his back as he sat up like a terrible mockery of Phasma's cape. But that didn't matter either. Finn was too busy pressing a consolidating kiss to Poe's neck.

"Still wet."

He shifted as he was bade, sitting up next to fin and laughing as the sheet stuck to him - the laugh silenced by Finn stealing a kiss. Still grinning, he reached over and tugged the sheet off him.

"If you're looking for an apology, you aren't getting one," he said as he peeled off the bed himself, utterly naked, stretching long as he padded back toward the bathroom and returned with towels, tossing one at Finn. "Don't worry about the bed. I've got fresh sheets."

"Good. I won't be going anywhere for a while."

He can't see his clothes on the floor from where he is, but he can only imagine the state of them. He almost asks Poe to hang them up, but shrugs it off. He hadn't destroyed everything this time. No need to go worrying about the future. He could always steal some of the pilot's, judging by how well the jacket fit. Though the question of why Poe bothered with clothing at all seemed like a good one right then, given the view he was currently enjoying. Muscles and skin and...more than a few bruises Finn was content to gaze at.

"But it might be time to get some food in you."

The plan was in tatters, but he could still accomplish the last of the three major goals. Shower and things were done, now it was time to make sure Poe didn't pass out from lack of nutrition thanks to those things.

"I had a bit of a snack," Poe quipped back, smirking, and licking his lips for good measure. He was on top of the world and he wasn't stepping down.

Finn wasn't going anywhere. Finn was staying. Finn could stay here forever, as far as Poe was concerned, toweling himself off before tossing the used towel into the bathroom and coming over to strip the bed.

"Rations are in there," He said, gesturing to the storage cupboard in the corner, which was cooled. "Drinks below."

There was no response to that, none at all. He opened his mouth to try some last minute, cool comeback- and nothing. Zip. So he busied himself with toweling off his face and hair first, hoping the blush could somewhat pass as thanks to the friction. Then it was heading over to get the rations and drinks, carting them over to the table while Poe remade the bed.

Finn had to stop for a minute, back to Poe, as the sheer...domesticity of the scene sank in. He'd had a family once, he logically knew that. But nothing about carrying trays of food in a mess hall or making bunks for inspection came close to this. And that...

He cleared his throat slightly, folding the now wet towel over one arm.

"Mind if I borrow some pants?"

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