flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

"Yeah?"

Not up to his normal level of conversation with Poe, but he thought that could be excused based on a good deal of his blood being called to places other than his brain. But he would not make this weird. He would not make this awkward, would not be some Best Pilot fan. He wasn't here to shove that all on the best friend he had, had ever had.

So while Poe's back was turned, he at least used it to dart over to sitting on the closest piece of furniture available, thankful for the loose (granted, oil stained) civvies he was wearing.

"Had a few minutes downtime afterall, huh?"

"Not exactly," he admitted, returning with the glasses and the bottle, and setting them down on the table while he poured Finn a glass, and then held it out to him.

"Had to negotiate for a couple pieces of equipment with a Hutt, so I added something to the shopping list." He pulled the towel from his hair and let it settle on his shoulders, though it meant a wet curl of hair stuck to his forehead. He stepped across the room and picked up the case - clicking it open. Inside was a blaster - the highest range that Poe had been able to find - and compact, with a holster.

He brought it over and set it down with the holster on the table.

"I know it's not your usual, but I figured this way you'd never be without one." He paused, wetting his lips as he looked down at it, before turning his eyes up to Finn's and giving him an apologetic smile. "Turns out I worry about you a lot when I'm not around."

Outside the door, BB-8 - listening in - groaned in a low whistle and banged his head against wall.

He picks up the gun like it might break at first. Which is insane, he can name the make, model, and year on sight and he knows its durability is one of its strongest recommendations. Not the longest range or tightest accuracy, but it could take a hell of a pounding.Which, considering his track record of getting into one-on-ones with Sith Lords, was a good call.

After a moment of handing it like it's spun glass, he clicks it open and checks, and yeah. Perfect order. The smile starts slow and starts to grow as Finn looks up to meet Poe's eyes. He'd barely heard the last bit as he'd wrapped his mind around a gift- and actual present. For him. Form someone thinking of him.

"You sure?"

The warmth spread through his chest the minute he saw Finn's reaction.

Yeah.

Yeah, that was worth it.

His own smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling.

"Of course I'm sure. Don't make me take it back, now. Hutts are notoriously bad with people who go back on deals once they've been made." He wet his lips, unable to keep from grinning. "I'm guessing that it's alright?"

"It's great. I-"

He shook his head. Damn it, like he didn't already look like a madman, a total idiot here. Fall on his face on Poe's floor, retreat with a raging...issue, then this. Three for three, Eighty Seven.

"Never had my own gun before. Everything belonged to the Order, you know? Just checked them out."

And he took a long drink from his glass then, like that would smooth those words out.

"Yeah, I thought that might be the case," Poe admitted, unable to take his eyes off him.

"But you're your own man, now," He pointed out, reaching out to pat Finn's shoulder. "Get to have your own gun, your own jacket, and everything." He might have been teasing a little there, his eyes twinkling.

"You get to make your own decisions, your own choices, about what you-- want." He finished lamely. He'd been going strong until the last moment, realising what he was saying, and was forced to shift his towel a little.

"I'll do everything in my power to see it happen."

"I'm not totally helpless, remember. Took on a Force user and everything."

And got his ass handed to him, but that was besides the point. Anyone would have been destroyed by Kylo Ren. Anyone but Rey. So.

Finn shifted to strap the gun in place, pretty sure he was well enough accepted in the base not to be side-eyed for carrying his own weapon around. Then there was nothing left to do then to look at Poe again. Starting at his navel and traveling up and, yeah. Issues. Made it tricky to stick with the 'I'm my own man' talk when all he could do was curse thinking of him more as a mentee than anything.

"You can keep your powers for the good fight. Time I started standing up on my own."

"Standing up on your own doesn't mean doing it alone," Poe pointed out. "But that wasn't exactly what I meant."

He cursed himself inwardly. All that smooth talk he'd daydreamed about in the x-wing, and here he was, making an ass of himself.

Right.

Forget the maneuvers. Just go straight at 'em.

"I meant - no one here can tell you what's right and what's wrong," He explained, his voice growing a little more confident. "Not for you." He hadn't really pulled away his hand, yet, and he gripped Finn's shoulder a little bit. "And whatever you think is right, I'm right behind you."

He hesitated only for a split second, and then he was surging forward - taking a firm, if fairly chaste, kiss. It didn't last long - but when he pulled back it wasn't very far.

"... Just say the word," He whispered a little breathlessly.

"No."

It took a full half second, but Finn realized he's managed the exact opposite of what he meant. Not no, as in the word was no. Just no that he wasn't- couldn't- talk about it and-

And Poe smelled good. That's what mattered. Overthinking in matters of life and death was never Finn's problem. That had made him a good leader, would have made him an excellent officer. See the opportunity and take it without hesitation, take it with every fiber of his being and ounce of energy. Even if he'd never admit it to Poe, Poe who ate and breathed freedom and choice, it's that Order bred mentality he slips into now.

It wasn't exactly a battle, still it was close enough. Opponent had drawn first blood, but that didn't mean he was down. He reached up, one hand wrapping around Poe's upper arm and the other around his shoulder- no, slid to the back of his neck. Better leverage. Then he tugged the man forward for a firmer, if inexperienced, kiss, Finn's arms keeping him close.

No.

Well, it was - succinct. That he appreciated, at least, trying to ignore the feeling of his heart dropping into his stomach. He had made a grave miscalculation, but that was okay. He'd just back up, laugh it off, and never mention it ag--

But before he could say anything, Finn's hand was on his neck, pulling him forward, and his lips were locked into a kiss. He completely forgot about the towel, but it didn't matter - Finn had pulled him close enough that the towel was trapped between them, so it didn't immediately drop down his hips.

He grunted a little in surprise - he had been preparing himself after that 'No', and this was - well, the opposite of no. That didn't last long, though, the carefully tempered restraint breaking - his hands finding Finn's waist, his lips parting to deepen the kiss that for a terrible second he thought he wouldn't have, had been more disappointed than he'd even thought he could be--

He let out a small grunt as Poe pushed down, and this was good. This was unknown mission accomplished, but...Mm. Not an optimal angle. His brow furrowed slightly, his full participation in the deepened kiss momentarily pausing as he slipped the hand on Poe's arm down- thank the Force for that towel, Finn isn't sure if he'd be able to handle grabbing the man's bare ass- and shifted to accommodate Poe on his lap rather than just leaning down-

And he hissed a curse as Operation Comfortable Kiss suddenly and sharply abolished Mission Hide Certain Reactions from Poe. A mission failure speed along by his involuntary press upwards into that pressure.

"I didn't-"

Know where he was going with that. Mean to do that? Know this was going to happen? He had no clue, so he left the words hanging there as he tilted his head to better accommodate Poe's actions.

It was a little too late, considering that he was now pretty firmly in Finn's lap, and both his - and Finn's - Certain Reactions were a little obvious, at that point.

"--Pretty sure you did," Poe said a little breathlessly, because if this was 'didn't' he wasn't sure what 'did' would be. And he didn't exactly stop to let Finn reply. He pressed in as close as he could manage, hands cupping his face as he took a much deeper, much more determined kiss.

"-- Not sure I know what 'No' means, anymore--"

"You need to stop talking so much."

The advice he'd been meaning to deliver since the moment he saw Ren stare the man down. Granted, given a little muffled and broken up between all the other activities. But, despite the quips, Poe seemed to be managing the multitasking of what he was doing to Finn's mouth and balancing. With more hesitation than he'd later admit to, particularly compared to his initial directness, Finn let his hands press against back and move. Warm, damp muscles. He hadn't imaged it before, not really, but he suddenly knew he should have been. He'd have much better ideas what to do next, if he had.

"Have you met me?" He asked, the words half delivered against Finn's lips, the rest lost into a groan as he rolled into Finn's grip, against his lap, the towel slipping down lower.

But fine. He could not talk. Maybe. He could try anyway. So he decidedly did not ask before he let his hands slide down Finn's body, pulling open his jacket.

One of them was wearing decidedly too much clothing, at the moment.

"Once or twice."

Poe was a pilot. That required an impressive amount of physical conditioning, but not quite the level a lifetime in training as a perfect foot soldier. One hand still on the small of Poe's back, the other slipping back down the the- whoa. To the now much lower than before, okay. Be cool. To the new location of the towel, Finn shifted his hips than stood up.

The chair was great for some drinks. Terrible for...whatever this was.

"So, uh...where...?"

"Bed," Poe decided - he was at least going to make decisions, if this was happening, and Finn hadn't changed his mind yet. And the fact that he was literally lifting him up - yeah. Bed was going to be very necessary, very soon.

"Ten steps forward, three steps to your left, then door."

"Sir."

He grinned a little into that reply, as much as he could given the current situation. Finn at least moved enough to Poe could wrap his legs around his waist, increasing the stability of this whole situation.

In training, he'd always naturally slid into the leader role. It'd just been obvious, his squadmates falling in line without a word needed. Poe may have initiated, and Finn was still very much learning as he went, but is still felt natural, felt right, to be the dressed guy pressing a mostly naked Poe to the bed as they reached their destination. He just...had to figure out what to do next. Other than the clear move of moving his mouth to the pilot's neck.

Poe certainly wasn't complaining - he was pretty comfortable with his body, but he wasn't infantry, that was very true. And being literally carried to bed - well. Yeah, he was completely okay with the position he was in. Very, very okay. He laughed breathlessly at the 'Sir' - breath leaving him in a rush as he was pressed down into the bed.

His hands immediately went to work, pulling the jacket right off as his neck arched backward, giving Finn as much room as he could possibly need for those lips to work.

He toss the jacket off to the floor.

"I- wait a minute."

The jacket hitting the floor made him blink back into the present a little, just enough to shift to he was more straddling Poe's hips and sitting up than laying on top of him, one hand planted in the middle of the other man's chest to keep him from coming up as well.

Deep breathing and he looked down. He'd caught a few looks at the other man over the past few months- half of them tonight- but it wasn't the same. No where near now, and he knew even if Order caught up with him again, they couldn't take this image out of his head.

"Just a minute."

It was good that the hand was there, because Poe was almost immediately trying to sit up - kept down solely by that hand. A look half way between confusion and concern crossed his face, remembering that 'No' quite clearly.

"Yeah," he said, his voice maybe a little more breathless than he meant it to be. "- Whatever you need, Finn."

Now that was a hell of a thing to say, and Finn closed his eyes for a moment as his imagination helpfully supplied a few ideas. But that probably wasn't helping things on Poe's end.

"Not like that. Just, uh. Not used to that much down time...not flying out again in the morning, are you?"

Time. Personal time, specifically, was another concept to get used to. Doing non-leader approved activities. Like letting his hand move from the center of Poe's chest down to his stomach then back up again. The good kind of downtime.

His lips twitched, just a little, as the look of concern melted into humour, his cheek dimpling as the smile spread back across his lips again.

"Not on duty for another forty-three hours," he promised, his own imagination happily running with that, his muscles twitching under Finn's almost-ticklish touch.

"I'm all yours."

He really didn't need to specify in what way, exactly, because it was true just about every way he could think around it.

It was more free time than he'd ever had put together, probably more than he technically had now. But the rebellion would probably be forgiving if he didn't do more unasked for maintenance on the weapons for a day.

Not that he would know what to do with forty eight hours. The the immediately on mind was, statistically, unlikely to last over an hour even if they went slow. Then again, probably not the time for numbers. That fact sinking in was enough to make him blush again, catching himself getting too caught up in the future to properly deal with the future. Bad habit. It wouldn't happen again for the night.

Still sitting more or less on Poe's thighs, Finn's hands lowered back down to the edge of the towel and he gave a questioning look. Time to figure out this all statement.

It was hard to tell when Finn blushed - his skin dark enough that the colouring was mostly lost, but Poe was watching him so intently that he caught it, which only made his grin spread. Okay. Yeah. He was feeling much better about this now.

He wet his lips, glancing down at Finn's hands and back up to his face.

"Yeah go on," He replied, smiling lopsidedly. He shifted up onto one elbow so that he could reach for Finn's hip, fingers tugging at his waistband.

"Hey, hey."

He didn't exactly slap Poe's hands away, but there was a definite grabbing and moving of them away. Just for a moment. Unstopped, there was too big a chance he was going to get far too wrapped up in what the other man was doing and get distracted from his current plan. Pressing the wrists back into the bed, Finn made eye contact one more time.

"Stay still for sec."

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