flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

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.

Poe took the player and fiddled with it a bit, chatting with Finn as he did so.

"Should I be doing these chronological order, or best hits?" He asked, the tone teasing. He had some that were just his parents, too, from before he was born, but - he wasn't sure Finn would want to see those, anyway.

He grunted, putting a pillow behind his back as he sat upright, and set the player on his lap.

"First time I've seen any. I'll take 'em all."

First real exposure to how the parent/kid dynamic was supposed to work, outside of propaganda movies showing grateful citizen tearfully welcoming the Order as it purged the chaotic rebellion that had been oppressing them from their shores. Not stuff that held up in real life.

Finn soon replaces that pillow with himself, half supporting Poe as he begins the bandage change process.

"You coulda turned the water off first."

"I would have lost the element of surprise," He replied, smiling, settling back against Finn as he started working.

"Alright, chronological order it is, then," He decided, pressing a button as the holovid flickered to life, and a woman came to view, with a child in her arms, who was smiling and laughing and waving a hand toward the camera - and thus, toward them.

"Alright, alright, I'll do it." She smiled, drawing a breath, as a man walked out from behind the camera to stand at her side, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Hi, Poe. I don't know how old you'll be when you see this - I've left this with your grandfather. Hopefully, we'll be able to all watch it together when your father and I return. But in case we don't - I want you to know that we both love you very, very much, and we spent every moment waiting to come back for you. Be good for your grandfather, Poe." She said, leaning in to nuzzle the babe in her arms with a warm smile.

"We'll be back before you know it."

He hadn't gotten to the bandages there yet, but Finn still wraps a gentle arm around Poe's stomach, leaning in to rest his chin against the other man's shoulder. Poe was cute as a kid, but Finn would be willing to put down credits he'd caused just as much trouble. Still, despite the affection for the man it wasn't the little Poe he was focused on. It was his mom. A quiet, common moment in a soldier's life, he was sure. But incredible for him to watch.

"Look at that."

"What, a thirty seconds of Poe Dameron not causing trouble?" He teased, watching his parents wave before the video ended. He skipped the next couple - both his parents sending vids to him - and pressed the button to show one of a little older Poe - about two years old, and an older gentleman who was sitting on the floor.

"Son, I hope this gets to you soon," The old man was saying, his face firm and worried, despite how happy Poe seemed as he played around his ankles. "I know you won't be able to reply - we've heard the rumours about the new death star. Please - keep safe. Know that you're fighting for all of us, and we all love you." He tilted his head down to look at the little Poe.

"Say 'Hi Mom and Dad, Poe."

The kid grinned and waved. "Hiiii mum'n dad!"

It was a processes to get it done without really taking his eyes away from the screen or jostling Poe, but Finn was a mutitasker. He started removing the clasps on the bandages wrapped around Poe's midsection, not just here to enjoy a glimpse into an actual life.

"How long were you with him? Your grandfather."

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