flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

"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."

His heart thudded hard as Finn pressed his wrists down, his lips parting as he drew in a breath.

"Alright, alright," He replied, flexing his fingers but not moving his hands again. "Won't move a muscle."

He moved up for another slow kiss at that. It's been purely practical, making sure he could actually focus for a moment. So he hadn't expected the extra jolt of arousal at Poe parting his lips and just...doing as told. For once in his life.

Finn maintained the kiss as he finally took that last extra movement and pulled the towel away. Maybe, just a little, using the contact as a last calming gesture before pulling back to actually look at the man.

It wasn't that Poe couldn't take orders. It was that Poe only took orders he agreed with.

And well, in this particular instance, he was absolutely and completely in agreement with that set of orders.

His eyes closed at he took the kiss, neck straining slightly to meet it, all too happy to indulge in it while Finn indulged in - well - apparently stripping him extremely slowly. Which really shouldn't have been as erotic as it was. Probably.

The fact that he didn't move, and even better, didn't say anything when Finn pulled back, was miraculous in itself. But really, he didn't need to. His body could speak for him, at the moment. And it was. Loudly.

It wasn't like he'd never seen a naked man before. The Order hardly prioritized privacy among the rank and file. Or even seen aroused men before. Again, the priorities of the Order and a bunk room of teenagers. But Poe, silent and still with his hands up by his head, naked under his still fully clothed form.

Finn needed to take a deep swallow as he hands slowly moved to trace the arch of the pilot's hips.

"You...can move."

"Yeah? You sure?" Poe teased him, biting his lip a little as he grinned up at him.

He liked the look on Finn's face a lot. Liked the way that his adam's apple lurched as he looked at him.

Almost felt as good as flying.

He probably could have been less of an ass, and moved his hands or something, first, but instead he shifted his hips, rolling them upward so that he could press against Finn.

"Damn."

And he should just get used to that blush, because it was apparently a permanent friend for the evening. The motion made his hands slip back up to just above Poe's hips, and he couldn't help rocking forward himself, mimicking the motion and almost cursing again at the pressure.

"Sh-shoulda know. Always showing off."

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