flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

It hadn't been what he meant but he was happy to grab at the escape offered him.

"... Yeah. Yeah, I could." He put a hand over Finn's to sill him, before shifting to twist around to look at him.

"I can't stay here and do nothing, Finn. I can't watch everyone else risking their lives while I lie in bed, but it's not just you. The General has grounded me, too. No missions for weeks. So why don't we go spend them somewhere else?"

Technically, Finn was still among the list of people that could go and risk their lives. Poe had brought him into the rebellion and he'd been pulling his weight since. But Finn was past fighting only for big causes. He hadn't been lying when he'd told Poe he could fight for the rebellion or for the pilot. In the past few days he'd just left out the fact, having tried the living for the rebellion thing, he'd decided to pick the latter option. So if Poe wanted off base, they were going off base. Easy choice.

But he was still putting those bandages back in place, scooting back a little to give himself room to work with Poe's new position.

"Alright. I'll charter something, but you're still a passenger on this one."

Poe groaned lowly, disappointed, but nodded. "Alright, alright." He agreed, raising his arms again to make it easier.

"But fair warning, we may need a lot of vids if you're going to manage to keep me from commandeering the ship," he teased with a roguish smile. "Or you'll have to think up something else to keep me occupied."

"You kidding? You've gotta take me through the full family history. I don't like going in unprepared."

Sorry, Poe. You outflanked him this time, but in an hour within the last orgasm it's a little difficult to manage the same distraction technique. Now sit still and let him finish the bandages.

"I don't even know what side that grandfather's on."

Poe laughed. "I can give you as much of it as I remember," Poe teased. The other distraction techniques could wait until they were on a freighter.

He had time.

(Too much time.)

"And my mother's. Her name was Shara Bey," He said, smiling, before shifting around again to settle back and let Finn get on with it. "I didn't even realise that name meant anything until later. But she was one of the greatest pilots in the rebellion."

"Who broke that fact to you?"

The movies were on pause for now, but that was alright. They'd have the flight and Finn had a lot of history to get out of the man before he met a father for the first time.

"I did," Poe admitted. "When I joined the Republic fleet. Kept finding her commendations come up in the archives - tons of messages from co-pilots about how she saved their asses." He paused, not looking at anything in particular.

"She didn't tell me any of it," he continued eventually. "I mean - I knew she was in the war, obviously, I knew they both were. But whenever I asked her about it, I would get stories about Luke, or the Jedi, or someone else's stories. She never told me anything about her own."

There was a pause, and then he laughed a little, as if to shrug off something. "You'd be better off not to try to talk about her with my Dad, though. Not unless you want to hear an old man ramble about something he lost decades ago."

Finn gave the bandages one last look over, confirming they were all replaced to satisfaction. Then he shifted slightly, arms going around Poe again and hands...well, he wished he could think of a better term than petting. But his thoughts were more occupied listening to Poe, both his words and his body language. So petting would have to work for the light stroking, all fondness without any intent to turn it back to sex. Just fingers running along Poe's arm, his neck, the edge of a bandage. Anywhere he could reach without having to shift the man in his arms.

"Speaking from experience on that one?"

"Yeah." There was a lot of weight to that word, but he didn't elaborate further.

"I think you'll like him, though. I hope you will. I know he'll like you." He offered a bit of a sideways smile, completely enjoying the physical affection, and returning in kind as he let his hands run over Finn's outer thigh, fingers playing with his knees.

"He'll try to convince you to convince me to retire, probably."

"Can't blame the guy."

Maybe this wasn't Finn's best plan. It wasn't the idea he might not like Poe's dad, it was that he might find the guy had a point and Poe would know when Finn agreed with him. Over Poe. That didn't seem like an ideal restful vacation, but so be it. Finn wanted to go. Any potential fall out would be worth getting to see into that side of a life. Of Poe's life. Like joining the Rebellion, he'd just focus on what it meant to the people he cared about and try not to dwell on the fact it was probably going to end in fire and pain.

"How'd they meet?"

"They signed up for the Rebellion almost the same day," Poe said, fondly. "So they were in basic together, before being sent off to different positions. Apparently things just clicked from there," He said, with a sheepish shrug. "My mom said she'd tell me when I got older, but - well. I never asked dad, after that." It's said casually, but with the same kind of slight shadow to it - a humour that was built, rather than honest.

"Unfortunately official records don't usually keep track of that sort of thing," he added with a tease.

Finn snorted softly.

"Just goes to show. You bet the Order keeps every act of non-conformity on record. You'd have had the whole thing documented."

Start to finish. A line best left out considering that finish. But this was getting a little grim, and Finn was already feeling the unfamiliar strain of Poe's issues with his father. And the man wasn't even in the same star system yet.

"But you really were doomed from the start."

Poe snorted. "What, to join the Resistance?" He shrugged, which really just involved settling further into Finn's embrace, not at all making it obvious just how much he was enjoying resting against him.

Maybe resting wasn't all bad.

"I think you'd be surprised. Joining up felt more like rebelling than anything the resistance has had me do."

The resistance and the rebellion had always been more or less synonymous to Finn. There probably were differences, but complex politics weren't really part of the trooper training plan.

Things he should really learn more about now.

"Thought the rebels and the Republic were on the same team."

"We should be," He said, frowning. It didn't really matter now, what with the seat of the Republic destroyed.

"But we aren't. There's a reason I'm here, not there. The Republic had a very strict policy of non interference with the First Order. We would get court martialed if we wandered into the no-fly zone, while the First Order raided and pillaged as much as they wanted to. Even when I found First Order spies in the heart of the Republic - didn't matter. The illusion of peace was better than fighting to keep it. Lucky for me, instead of getting dishonourably discharged and sent off on my ass, the General swooped in and picked me up, instead."

"Rescue from unexpected places? Sounds familiar."

He meant himself, though Poe would take it as he would. He pressed a kiss against his temple anyway, the pilot that somehow ended up turning his life around every few weeks.

"But dad not please, alright. You think he wants you back in the Republic, or grounded for good?"

"I think he wants me as far away from the war as I could possibly get," Poe said, his voice growing quiet as he frowned, though the kiss had helped a little. (More than a little. It had been a long time since he was comfortable enough to just sit around, like this.)

"He thinks that he's already sacrificed enough, for the cause. And doesn't think he should have to sacrifice his son, too." He gave a wry look and tilted his head back to look up at Finn, upside down.

"And I refuse to do anything less for the galaxy than they did."

So Finn was doomed from the start too. There's no answering smile for Poe, just a thoughtful look as Finn took advantage of the new position and traced the lines of his neck with one hand.

"Ah, Maybe we should take a week somewhere else first."

Wait until Poe looked slightly less like he'd been run over by a gang of podracers.

"It'll be fine. I won't hear the end of it, if he finds out I had so much downtime and didn't come visit."

He squirmed until he could lean up and kiss Finn's chin. "Besides. I'll have you to run distraction for me."

"I'm gonna get shot at again. I know it."

It was teasing, the press of Poe's lips against his chin brushing aside any other concerns. He was going to meet Poe's father.

He honestly had no idea how to do that.

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