flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

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.

Unfortunately for Finn, sheets really weren't the best bondage material, so while he watched Finn leave, Poe turned to the task at hand. Untying himself, and then getting to Finn before he drove himself crazy.

Since his legs were still free, he shimmied his butt until he could twist himself right around, getting his toes around one end of the sheet tying him up, and twisting up onto one shoulder. The knot was pretty good - a little pride, there, for his ex-stormtrooper - but it was hardly cord, so after a few minutes of hand twisting, gripping it tight with his feet to hold it still (and maybe making his side ache something fierce) he finally managed to get his thumb out. After that, it was only a matter of time.

Grinning to himself he rubbed his wrists as he quickly padded over to the bathroom, as silently as he could, to slip into the shower behind Finn, reaching an arm around.

"I warned you about the legs."

He jumped. He couldn't help it, he'd been rather, well, occupied with mental images of the man in the other room. To suddenly have said man behind him in the shower always almost enough to make him jump out of his skin.

"Are you serious right now?"

"You can't set a man a challenge like that an expect him not to try it," Poe said, grinning, feeling a little bad for startling him, but only so bad. His fingers splayed over Finn's belly, his pinky finger just brushing the hair below.

"Look. I know you're just trying to take care of me, Finn. I'm willing to make compromises." The hand snaked a little lower.

Poe was thrashing Finn's very last bit of willpower, but it was still there. Damn it all, it was still there. So Finn grabbed Poe's wandering wrist and almost, but on second thought didn't, turn around. The would probably be easier without looking at the man. Or having Poe's problem he could feel against his lower back directly against his.

"What part of this's the compromise, Poe? You're not resting. Out of bed, getting the bandages drenched. Seems more like your way."

"You come back to bed," Poe purred, "I show you just how little movement is required for an incredibly good time, and then I show you some of the holovids I still have of myself from Yavin 4. I think that's a pretty decent compromise.

He almost jumped again. Almost. But that was not so much a compromise as an incredibly fair trade, one he had in no way expected.

Finn is silent for a long moment, then slumps back against the other man. Kind of. His head tilts back, exposing his neck in defeat, but he very carefully maintains his own weight. The idea was no to injure Poe.

"The Order surrenders to the crafty rebel."

Poe smiled - the smile far warmer than smug, though Finn couldn't really see it, and he turned his head to press his lips against Finn's ear and hug him around the waist.

"Come on, then," He murmured lowly. "If you think you're done your shower..."

He gives another groan, one that might be flirting with converting to a moan at the end. He'd had a plan. A great plan, a strong plan. And now there was this. But he still let Poe lead him where he would, pressing his nose against whatever part of the man's shoulder or neck he could to breathe him in.

It was unfair how much he'd give Poe. Well. Unfair how Poe knew it.

"I want hours of vids."

He wasn't in a rush. He'd meant what he'd said - he was willing to go about this as easy as possible, so he drew Finn out of the shower, hitting the water off as he did so, grabbing a towel to scrub him down before taking a deep, lingering kiss.

"I'll show you every last one, if you want," He murmured against his lips, smiling wide and fond.

"Don't think I'll forget."

Family videos. Watching those in and of themselves would be something new, but Poe's. It felt more intimate than what they were about to do, and it made Finn grin into the kiss.

"But you're taking it easy. Get on the bed."

"Yes sir," He said, the grin spreading, his cabin fever completely forgotten.

Part of him wanted to skip right to the vids, but the other part of him was very aware of how aroused he'd been for the last hour. So he wrapped a towel around his chest (for the bandages) and then slid onto the bed, before holding out his arms.

They should change those. Finn new they should change those. But, on the other hand, he'd been working on his 'issue' for the past ten minutes. Even with that scare, he only had a few minutes left in him. He could make it work.

He crawled, slowly and gently again, on top of Poe and, using a technique he'd learned from the man himself, took both of them in hand to gently grind.

"One day, you'll actually listen."

"Maybe one day," He agreed, with a laugh, though the laugh quickly turned into a husky groan.

"Fast learner," he teased, though to his word he was staying as still as possible. "Though I had something even better in mind..."

"If you pop a single stitch, I'm out."

It would be hard to give up the vids, but there was a higher cause to fight for. Poe's idiotic health.

"Trust me," he said, grinning. "I'll stay right where I am, just - stay up there, but turn around." He crooked his finger at Finn's crotch, which was much more succinct at telling Finn just where he wanted him to bring that thing.

To his mouth, Finn. That's it.

He could sigh. He really could. If it weren't for that fact the entire offer was too hot to resist. No one could blame him for just indulging the invalid now, right? It was a terrible, unusable excuse. But he'd take it.

And obey everything Poe told him to do.

He wet his lips and reached up - careful not to twist his body too much as he angled him down, and showed Finn exactly how good a pilot could be with a joy stick.

But hey, he was behaving, right?

Poe was not, in fact, behaving. But when all was said and done there wasn't much point in arguing it. Not when Finn was going to need a few minutes to catch his breath to manage more than a couple words in a row.

"...vids."

Poe was well done as well, chuckling to himself, the towel half fallen off his side.

"Vids," he agreed, all too happily. "And maybe a change of bandages?" Innocent. Completely.

They needed it, but Finn can't help a small laugh at that look. It was hard to tell when Poe was up to something, given he always looked like it.

"Got it."

The player is handed over as Finn goes to gather the needed supplies. And put some pants back on.

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