flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

It's probably the fact that Finn has never actually tried a guilt trip on him that makes it so effective - he doesn't expect it, so he doesn't suspect it for the ploy it is, and instead visibly wilts a little. It had been all fun and games until he actually felt bad.

"You know that's not the problem, Finn," He said, no longer squirming. "It would be a lot easier to spend all day in bed with you if I could actually move around while doing it. Trust me."

He wanted to feel bad, he did. Intellectually, he knew he should. But at the moment it was just a small battle win in an ongoing war, so he doesn't point out that he'd been less than genuine. That could come later, when Poe was healthy enough to hit him. For now he's just enjoying the yards he can make towards the room without a fight.

"Being a hero's not all it's cracked up to be, huh?"

"Wasn't really trying to be a hero," He muttered, turning his face to press it into Finn's shoulder, giving up the fight.

"Just - had to do something."

Sitting still - letting himself think - ruined him.

"Too bad, Poe. It's what you are."

He kisses the man's temple, not caring in the least how many other members of the rebellion are around them. If they're in, they're in all the way. Why hide something anyone with half a brain could figure out anyway?

"We'll think of something. The General's terrifying without ever going on a mission. Gotta be something you can do until the bones heal."

Finn snorted a little under his breath. "No. You just wait. See who gets remembered. I'm not a hero, Finn. Just doing my best, while in the company of heroes."

And Jedi.

It wasn't the first time that day his thoughts had trailed to Rey. They trailed that way a lot, lately. Even if he never mentioned it to Finn.

"You find something to keep me from going crazy, and I'll love you forever," He muttered lowly, the words coming out before he really thought about them.

"Roger that."

Poe may not have meant it, but Finn took it with entire seriousness. Or would, after he actually deposited the man back in his bed and made sure all bandages were where they were supposed to be. If he had to strip the pilot down to redo them, he could manage it for the sake of the mission without getting distracted.

He just kind of leaned into him until they got to the room and let Finn deposit him onto the bed and check him over. The bandages were still, thankfully, in place, and Poe merely groaned as he leaned back, looking at the ceiling.

"Just on little flight. Just a few minutes...."

"Just as soon as you're better."

Another kiss right to the center of Poe's ribs, away from where the bandages are. It wasn't that he doubted Poe's abilities. He was the single most talented man Finn had ever met. He just doubted the value Poe placed in his own life. For that, Finn would have to serve as an artificial limb.

"So. What d'you know about the Jedi?"

"I already feel good enough to fly," He replied, but in the tone that made it clear that he would probably still think he was good to fly with on arm falling off and missing an eyeball.

It was hard not to want to fly.

"The Jedi? Well... I know a lot of the stories. Mostly about Skywalker, though, obviously. My parents both fought in the rebellion at the same time," He said, the pride obvious in his voice. "They knew him. At the height of the rebellion. Even just one Jedi - - the things that he could do with his mind, alone--"

"The Force."

He says the word like it's the trick answer on a test he failed. That's not how the Force works. He'd miss Han, but that expression when he'd said that was at least one last good memory of the man.

Finn settles into the bed next to Poe, not getting under the covers and the rest, not after just getting the over man all tucked in. He's taking advantage of the pillow situation, though, sitting up right next to Poe against those.

"They always told us the Jedi were all dead. You telling me what the map was for was the first I'd heard different. Made all that training on how to fight against lightsabers make more sense."

"They trained you to fight against lightsabers, but that the jedi were all dead?" Poe asked, glancing up as he shuffled over a bit to let Finn in beside him on the bed, sliding a arm around his waist to settle a hand on his hip comfortably. His fingers absent-mindedly playing with the hem of his shirt.

"That sounds - - confusing."

"Should have just handed out sabers instead."

Finn leans forward enough to mock, with his upper body at least, holding a light saber in a defensive pose.

"That thing's amazing. Hurts like he'll...but, man. Gonna have to get Rey to give me one."

There was a flicker in his eyes at Rey's name, but he didn't say anything. Maybe his grip around Finn's waist got a little tighter. He chuckled lowly, though, amused at the excitement.

"You want to be a Jedi, huh?" he teased him.

Finn pulled a bit of a face, but held the pose for another few seconds before dropping his arms. Rey was incredible, and he's heard about that last battle. He knew what she was probably getting up to with Luke. And couldn't imagine how as fiercely an independent person as her must feel about it.

"Nah. Too much destiny. I'm good just letting them hit me with sticks."

"Yeah," He agreed, pulling Finn back against him and turning to press a kiss to his shoulder despite the fact that the action of turning made him wince. "Too much destiny. Way too much destiny. If I think too hard about it, it starts making my head hurt."

"But if one starts whacking you around I'll come have a word with my x-wing," he teased.

"Wait- you mean BB-8 didn't tell you the story?"

He should have known, really. Way too little teasing over Finn's first stint as a 'hero.' But maybe the droid hadn't wanted to talk the days he thought Poe was dead. If droids had long term emotional pain and not just a stored data file about events.

"There's a story about being hit with a stick?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, but it was obviously that he had already considered this sitting still too long, as his hands were starting to wander.

"He didn't tell me that one. He told me that he rolled across the desert, nearly got stolen by an alien riding a giant beast with a net, got saved by a girl in the desert, and then found you when he recognized me jacket. He did give me a pretty good play by play of how he rolled around in the Falcon while you guys were escaping, mostly because he thought he'd rather go in the x-wing from now on --"

"He left out the zapping? And how I tried to rescue the damsel in distress and he got her to run me down instead?"

Finn sits still, not quite ready to be an end to hand wandering. He will, eventually. He really should, anyway. Poe popping his stitches during sex wasn't really a turn on. But he shifts to run the fingers of one hand along the back of Poe's neck in return. Fair was fair.

"Damsels in distress?" He asked, smirking, taking the inch that Finn gave him and running with it for a mile. Fingers slipped up under Finn's shirt, playing softly at his ribs as his lips trailed up towards his throat.

He might only be paying half attention to Finn's voice - the fingers on the back of his neck were much more important.

Hey, some things almost compared with flying.

"Yeah, well..."

Okay. That was distracting. Finn obliged by tilting his head back, giving up more of his neck to the man. He swallowed, trying to remember where he was going with this story. Something about...distress.

"Not so much. More like damsel kicking ass, including mine. BB-8 was not pleased seeing your jacket on someone else."

"Well BB-8 doesn't always have as discerning taste as I do," he teased lowly as he mouthed gently at Finn's skin, his tongue flicking to taste the salt, his hands wandering further, one sliding down his thigh.

"I, on the other hand, quite liked seeing you appear in my jacket..."

"I remember."

Grab Poe's wrist, brings hands back into a safe area, start talking about the unsexiest things he could think of. Ration supplies and weapon upgrades, anything. Those were the things he should be doing for Poe's sake. Certainly not shifting so his palm as flat against the back of Poe's neck, fingers curling around, to show his approval of current activities.

That was he thing he definitely shouldn't do. He'd have to find a way to get his brain to actually let his body know that. Later.

"With you I didn't even get shot at ten seconds later, either. BB-8 could learn some things."

"I think he's learned a lot about you," Poe murmured, his voice still filled with humour, but as a much lower, huskier, decibel. "In fact I know you have a pretty high approval rating..."

He slowly pulled his hand closer between Finn's legs, before his palm grazed over his groin with a soft, but very intentional pressure.

"Ah- okay, okay. Poe, you-"

Now. Now was the time for brain and body coordination before Poe started trying to bend in very appealing, but very unhelpful for his own recovery positions. The hand was off the neck, both hands needed to grab onto Poe's wrists and try to pull him away.

"You're a...a trouble maker."

Damn. Caught. He tried to give an innocent look. (And failed. You need to stop looking so smug if you want to look innocent, Poe.)

"You can't blame me, right?" He asked, leaning in with his nose and lips since he couldn't reach with his hands, nuzzling against his chin. "But I really doubt a little trouble would hurt..."

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