flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

One little kiss wouldn't-

No. Finn gave a small groan, but pulled his head back. Notably without letting go of the wrists. There is no trust here, Poe. None.

"If you were anyone else, you'd already be dead. You need to take it easy. For another couple days."

"Well I'm not anyone else. I'm me. And I'm alive, and am quite happy to be alive, and quite happy to be sitting in bed with you." He couldn't reach him anymore, so instead he just met his gaze, still leaning forward.

"I'm not going to run off and get myself killed. I promise. But I'm going crazy 'taking it easy'."

Finn was momentarily at a loss with that. Taking it easy wasn't something he had much experience with- but then again, neither were near death injuries. He'd been in training then a defector. No time to experience 'leave' of any kind. He had no personal experience to draw on to help with this. But, surely, someone that grew up outside the Order must have spent a lazy day in their life.

"You really never sat still for a while? Even as a kid?"

"I sit still in my cockpit all the time," Poe replied teasingly, trying to ease his wrists free. "But I've been flying since I can remember, Finn, or close enough. But that's probably a question you'd have to ask my dad," He admitted, grinning.

"Why sit still when you can fly?"

"Because-"

But Finn just sighed and shook his head. This wasn't an argument logic was going to win. There's no beating illogical impulses, and wanting to push a healing body was clearly in that category.

"What d'you do in the X-wing? For all that time."

"Well once you're in hyperspace, your course is already plotted, so you don't have to pay too much attention to the actual flying," He said, before wetting his lips. He could tell the truth - which was a fairly boring, or he could grin ruefully and say,

"I can show you what I get up to, if you like."

Finn eyed him a little warily, catching that look. That look did not promise Poe would demonstrate the act of settling down to nap or read a mission report. Not at all.

"...Alright."

"Grab my holovid player," Poe said, gesturing to it across the room - pretty sure that if he went up and got it that he would get another lecture. But they could watch it here on bed.

Best place for this sort of thing.

This was a trap. Watching holovids seemed far too benign an activity for that look. But, obediently, he went and followed Poe's request. Considering the day, he wasn't really inclined to deny Poe much more.

He settled back into his spot and handed over the player with a suspicious look.

Poe took the holovid player and spent a moment considering, but then he knew exactly which vid he was going to put on.

He may have picked it up after he'd met Finn.

"It's a good time to catch up on entertainment," he said, still grinning, as he punched in the sequence for the exact video he was thinking of. As soon as he did, the title 'Hot Escape' flashed in front of them, and then projected a very poorly constructed set of an Imperial (look, it wasn't a new holovid) interrogation room. A rebellion pilot was clasped in handcuffs on the bench, when the door opened and a storm trooper strode in. The armour, at least, looked real.

"Do what you want with me," The pilot, in terrible acting, said, puffing up his chest in defiance. "I'll never give up the rebellion!"

"Oh I plan to," the Stormtrooper said, throwing aside his blaster. "You'll be giving up everything to me by the time we're done."

He heard the terrible dialog, along with the beginning of the...interrogation. But his eyes were strictly on Poe. He'd known it was a trap, he'd known, but he hadn't really expected that. The entire thing hit slightly too close to the idea he'd had during their first (more or less failure of a) time together. Poe in the chair...

Finn cleared his throat and shifted his gaze to the ceiling, trying hard to ignore both his near painfully hot blush and another inconvenient physical reaction. One that hadn't really had a chance to totally go down from Poe's earlier activities before this started. His voice comes out a little deeper than he'd like, but he tries.

"I, ah..not sure I believe you."

"You go ahead and ask all the other pilots," he teased, setting a hand down on Finn's thigh. "Hyper space can be a long, boring ride, and it helps to take a little edge off..."

He might be pushing the blanket down off him, a bit, to give a good view of exactly what he would currently be taking the edge off of. The holovid was starting to get a little steamy, the two of them bantering with terrible, terrible dialogue, and then the stormtrooper removed his cup to show his willingness to interrogate.

Poe's fingers curled in Finn's thigh. "What if I promised not to move at all? I don't mind watching--"

He gave in to one impulse, at least, reaching over to stop the video before turning his attention back to Poe. Finn was starting to suspect he was a weak man. Or was when it came to this one particular pilot. Insane plans sounded so reasonable when they came from Poe, particularly when he was on display like that...

But as tempting, so very, very horribly tempting, as the offer was, Finn had drawn a line today. Rest. Whether it was even a good plan or not was hardly the point. It was his and he was sticking to it.

"That...that's not efficient interrogation technique. We could do better."

"I would be all too happy to have you interrogate me however you like," he quipped, biting his lip a little. His foot pushed the holovid out of the way, before sliding over Finn's leg.

He was definitely not tucked in.

"You've got me at your mercy."

The plan required a level of cleverness and subterfuge that Finn wasn't really convinced he could pull off. But Poe wasn't on the top of his game either, those pain meds being administered to the man down to the suggested second. So maybe...

At least he could be pretty much sure the blush would be written off as Finn reacting to the game itself.

Finn rolled to gently, the distribution of his weight on the bed with no pressure on Poe very carefully maintained, to straddle Poe's hips and softly push his shoulders back into the pillows.

"You're a little too mobile for that statement."

He may not be top of his game, but he definitely thought he was winning the game at the moment, as Finn shifted to straddle his hips.

He pressed his own upward to grind against him.

"Restraints do tend to be needed for interrogations," he agreed. "To keep the prisoner from escaping..."

That grind was cheating, and was making it very hard to stick to the plan and not just get on with what would be a much more active afternoon. But he would try.

Seeing how the sheets weren't being used for anything at the moment, he doesn't hesitate to slide one off the bed to re-purpose for a better cause. There's no handy bed post or any other of the ridiculous decorations the 'interrogation' room in the vid had boasted at hand, but Finn can make do. Slowly, making sure Poe has every chance to reject the idea, he tied one end of the sheet around one of the other man's wrists. Then, breathing harder than he had been a minute ago, looked up at the man's face for approval.

Poe was behaving far too well, trying not to grin and failing, his own breathing coming a little harder.

"That works," he said, his breath a little huskier. "Though I could still run..."

"A little patience."

This wasn't going to be the most dignified way of doing things, but Finn was a man that worked with the materials at hand. Looping the sheet under the bottom of the bed meant getting off of Poe, which was a pity, and he couldn't help pressing a light kiss against his neck before going. Then he took the other end at reached from Poe's free wrist. A little tighter a fit than would be idea for Poe's current state, but at least his arms weren't at an awkward angle being his back of over his head. It was workable.

"Patience? I don't even know the word," he teased, giving a little disappointed groan as Finn slid of him. But it turned to approval as the bonds turned tight.

He carefully tugged at his wrists to test them. Not bad. Not bad at all....

He brushed his fingers along the stripe of skin of Poe's stomach visible between his skewed shirt and pants. It was tempting, so very, very tempting...

The legs would have to wait until next time, when there was a little more planning ahead involved. Assuming Poe would let him try this again after step two of the plan.

Finn pressed another kiss to the span of skin he'd been touching a moment before. Then he pulled the vid player back over and, positioning it so Poe could see the screen without holding his neck at an awkward angle, he loaded up one of the action vids saved on the drive and stood up.

So damn tempting.

"I'm going for a shower. Stay out of trouble."

A look of confusion crossed his face, frowning, until he caught on to the game and then groaned, laughing hard enough that his sides hurt.

"Finn - come on, don't do this to me -- Finn!"

"Sorry, man. Gotta make you stay still somehow."

And, technically, it was now Poe's fault a new problem had been introduced to the situation. A problem he was planning on using the shower to help.

But he's not entirely heartless, pausing at the door between the bathroom and the bedroom with a faint (okay, pretty proud, he did trap Poe) smile on his face as he leaned one shoulder against the door frame. Of course, said problem with pretty visible now, but it wasn't like there was much Poe could do about it.

"I swear on my mother's grave that I will not move a muscle if you come over here and let me help you with that," Poe called back, but he was still laughing, which meant it was hard to make it come out seductively.

"I don't need my hands, so no pulling of stitches required."

He ran his tongue over his lips for emphasis.

Finn couldn't help giving one more, very appreciated look up and down Poe's form. He really hoped they got to do this again, was sorely tempted to go untie the man just to keep those chances up. But he had to finished what he started. Poe was laughing still, at least. Had to be a good sign.

"See you in ten."

Then he turned around, fully intending to really enter the shower.

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