flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

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?"

"Yeah, go ahead, man," Poe said, gesturing to the closet as he bundled up the damp sheets to take them to the other corner of the room, sending them into the laundry chute.

"Try the bantha leather ones. Might be a little tight, but I certainly won't be complaining. Grab something for me too, would you?"

He didn't *want *to get dressed, but if Finn was going to wear pants then so was he.

Whatever the oddness that came with the unfamiliarity of the situation, Finn couldn't help a chuckle at that. At least it was the same Poe. No tense awkward end like the other time, no running off. Just endless mouth running seemingly aimed more at getting a reaction than said with real purpose or demands.

Still, he checked if the pants actually existed. He didn't grab them, for either of them, but the fact of their existence in Poe's closest was now something that would be in his mind forever. Which...okay. Back to putting on a looser fitting pair of training pants and bringing out a similar pair to put next to the food on the table.

He could live with another minute of watching a naked man make the bed. He isn't quite as bold here as in other missions, though, quickly (and obviously) turning away the moment he's caught staring.

"Food?"

He turned his head as he was just about finished to catch Finn looking at him, a smug grin pulling up one side of his face.

"Starving," He agreed as he stepped over, maybe flaunting a little bit. He was a good looking man at the best of times, but now he was wearing a few dark bruises like they were medals of honour, and taking the pants into his arms far too slowly.

"Take whatever you like," He added, still looking at him, making it very clear he did not only mean the food before he finally started pulling on the trousers.

It was such a stark contrast to the way the last time ended that Finn almost wanted to ask about it. While he can pinpoint the moment it went wrong, for the life of him he can't figure out why one little show of uncertainty had made it all spiral out of control. He manages not to. For now. But the question stays lodged in his throat, ready to make a daring escape.

Better to take a nice long drink to try and shove it down. It also gave him a good excuse to close his eyes while Poe got the pants on. He was not going to watch every inch of skin vanish, no matter how tempting. He had a good memory. He'd manage.

"Finally made it to evening drinks."

It wasn't quite the question and it was said with a smile after Poe was half-dressed again, but it alluded to that night. So much for winning that war.

Once he had his pants on he flopped down on the couch, reaching over to grab a pack of rations and pat the seat beside him for Finn to join him.

Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, his mind was so firmly on this night rather than the last one that he didn't even register the comment as referring to the last time, and he just smiled up at him.

"Don't jinx it," He teased as he finally got the rations opened and popped something crunchy into his mouth.

There is a feeling somewhere between fond, amused, and exasperated that Finn had never experienced before meeting Poe. Now he found himself in a near constant state of it. So what could he do except take the offered seat and jab Poe lightly in the ribs with his closest elbow.

"Not really a believer in jinxing."

Poe swung an arm over Finn's shoulders, pulling his legs up to slide them onto his lap as if this was exactly what he did every time he sat down. Half on the couch and half on Finn, the ration packet balanced on his knee.

"That's because you're not a pilot," he smirked. "You've never met a more superstitious bunch in your entire life, I promise."

He pulled out a piece of dehydrated fruit, broke it in half and offered one to Finn.

He accepted the fruit with a shake of his head, and also accepted his new position in life as part of Poe's furniture by resting his arms on top of Poe's legs. No complaints about being cold now.

"Oh, yeah? What else you got."

"Me? I've got BB-8. I know I'm good," he said, smiling, and not saying fully what he was thinking. "But a lot of us carry objects, you know. Jewellery. Something that was with you that one time that you were definitely about to die and then managed not to, so now you bring it everywhere." He grinned, leaning in to press his face into Finn's throat, nipping at it.

"Huh. I guess I do have something like that..."

"Pretty sure we crashed."

But the kiss was an appreciated gesture. It earned a gentle rub to the back of Poe 's neck, further messing the short hair there. Appreciated, even as it made the piece of fruit settle hard and cold in his stomach. Too close..

"You were the best way before Jakku."

"Usually the flattery comes before the shower," Poe teased him, leaning up to give him a quick kiss before reaching for his own drink.

If he thought about this conversation at all, his stomach would be sinking too.

But the self-denial at the moment was purposeful, and deep.

"No flattery in facts."

He was watching Poe's throat work as he swallowed. It took a long moment to realize that fact, leaving him no choice but to take another long swig of his to break the moment.

"You know I'm only good at the truth."

Too much so, most days. Unless a friend's life depended on it.

"Only good at the truth, huh?" Poe asked, the humour fading into something much more fond - beyond fond, probably, but luckily he couldn't actually see his own face. He set his drink down and shifted in Finn's lap, his knees sliding to either side, leaning in to take a kiss.

"'Perfect'?"

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