flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

He could feel his own pulse hard and hot in his throat, his jaw clenched far tighter than it should be. This was not how he wanted to go. It wasn't. This was not the last conversation he wanted to have with Finn, but he couldn't help himself.

"I'm not running, Finn!" He wasn't quite yelling, but it came out very sharp. "I'm not stepping aside and letting other people take the bullets for me, and I'm --" He cut off sharply, sucking in a hard breath.

"Just - listen, okay? I just need you to listen. Then you can go right back to yelling at me if you want, but I am not - I am not getting into that plane without telling you something."

Poe was going to say more. From the volume, the look, and, yes, the very obvious fact his mouth was opening again after he cut himself off from and I'm. But let him be pissed about that, too. What was a little more fuel on the fire. In his own anger and worry, Finn was beyond caring.

Poe barely go just out before Finn was shoving forward. He wasn't bigger than Poe, that they lived in one another's clothes was proof of that. But Poe was a pilot and Finn was a foot soldier. It wasn't much to plant both hands on Poe's shoulders and shove him against the closed door, never minding the now neglected head wound. To step forward and cage him from shoving back in the split second it took to plant his mouth over Poe's.

He'd have to hear the rest of the argument later.

His adrenaline was already up, reflexes working before his brain could, and the second that Finn's hands were on him he was grabbing at the man's shirt, fully intending to shove him back - but he hit the door with enough force to push the breath from his lungs. It gave Finn all the time he needed to close the gap, Poe's hands still clutched tight into his shirt but with absolutely no leverage, and he was about to yell at him, really yell at him, when suddenly Finn's mouth was on his and his brain completely short circuited.

It was about a half second of surprise, his heart stopping, and then he was kissing back - hard.

It wasn't going to solve anything. Wouldn't change the argument that was still waiting to finish, wouldn't change the fact that no matter what he said, Poe was still getting into a cockpit in the morning. But that didn't change the fact Finn kissed him like he could force Poe to stay, to understand, through that alone.

Poe was grasping at his shirt, but didn't seem to have much inclination to move, so Finn released his shoulders. One hand moved to the back of his neck, grabbing hard enough to pull hair and bruise, while the other went to the bottom of Poe's bloodstained shirt, tugging it aside enough for his (still freezing cold, from handling steel in a cold, metal room only a minute before) hand to press against Poe's abdomen.

Part of him still wanted to shove him. Just throw all his weight very suddenly forward, push Finn right back several feet, grip his shirt and kiss him hard. Part of him wanted to make this a fight.

But the majority of him was still trying to recover from the fact that Finn was kissing him at all, let alone kissing him like this, and he knew he'd have marks on the back of his neck - could almost feel them being dug into his skin, the sharp tug on his hair making him grunt into Finn's mouth.

His body was reacting far faster than his mind, his hands pulling hard at Finn's undershirt, the fabric tearing as he pressed hard into the kiss, trying to force the kiss deeper. Finn's cold hand made the muscles of Poe's torso to spasm under his touch, and he threw whatever remnants there were of the shirt onto the cold steel floor below.

Finn groaned at the sound of the shirt ripping. He didn't notice its absence much, the thing close to useless next to the living furnace he was currently pinning to the door.

The hand on Poe's neck stayed in place, stopping Poe from following him as he pulled back enough to shift kissing to his jaw, along his neck, as the hand under Poe's shirt worked on dragging it even upwards.

"I want..."

He wanted fifty things at once. Poe naked, on the bed, against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist. To knock Poe out cold and physically drag him to an escape boat, to defect without the other man's consent. To go back to screaming until they were angry enough Finn could pretend for an hour he wouldn't care Poe was leaving in the morning.

Instead he growled and leaned enough to press a hard kiss to Poe's chest, the shirt awkwardly forced up and away by one hand.

He did try to follow, naturally, straining against the grip, but Finn's hand kept him firmly in place. He didn't always appreciate just how strong Finn was, unless they were sparring. But he definitely noticed it now.

He sucked a hard breath into his lungs to catch as much air as he could, fingers dragging across Finn's chest until they found purchase in his sides, nails digging hard into flesh. His head twisted, bearing more of his throat without any thought behind it - just need.

"Want what?" He demanded, even though his breath caught when Finn's lips found his chest, one of his hands moving to grip fingers into the other man's hair, nails dragging against his scalp.

"Want what Finn--"

"Everything."

He let go of Poe's neck, at last. There was a small chance he may actually have blood under his finger nails, but he wasn't stopping to check. Getting the damn shirt off all the way, making it so he could mimic what Poe was doing to his ribs, that was the priority.

He dropped to one knee in the process, still high enough Poe's hand could be on his scalp, that he could press fingers across the other man's chest, and press hard kisses against the skin around Poe's navel.

But for all the aggression and desire, the sheer want of it all, it was still uncharted territory. He bit at Poe's stomach, but stayed there. Caught in limbo.

That single word made his pulse thump so hard he could hear it in his ears, his blood rushing straight south.

A very small part of his mind was pretty sure that this hadn't been exactly what he'd been angling for, either, but it was very, very quickly overwhelmed. (There was something warm and wet on the back of his neck and he couldn't bring himself to care.)

His fingers tightened in Finn's hair, the other hand joining the first now that he couldn't reach anywhere else, and he was pushing Finn's head down because fuck it, he didn't want this - he needed it. The bite made him hiss, just as it made his blood throb through him, his pants getting incredibly tight, but-

Finn wasn't moving.

For a few second Poe wasn't sure what he was doing - was he messing with him?

If he was messing with him, it was fucking working.

"Get up," he said roughly, pulling him up by the base of his skull, taking a fierce kiss as he did so. And then he shoved Finn back toward the bed.

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