flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

Who was Finn to refuse that? He had to work to keep the pressure on Poe's neck light out of respect for all those mortal wounds, but he made up for it by pressing back for a second after Poe's question. It was a couple more seconds before there was room for an answer.

"Yeah. No Sith invasions. Your dad showed me the tree. And your room," the smile grew into a slightly teasing grin. "You really did used to be a kid."

He didn't seem to mind having to wait through the kiss for an answer - probably could have waited longer, really, but he wasn't about to complain.

"What, you think I was born fully grown in a cockpit?" he teased back. "I think we'll be able to render that room a little more adult friendly, later."

"If I hadn't seen the vids, I'd have doubts."

He only partially stepped back, letting the hand that had been on the back of Poe's neck gently slide down to his lower back to guide him towards the compound.

"Told your dad all of us should check out the hanger. After lunch."

That got a raised eyebrow. The words, not the hand. The hand was perfect exactly where it was. Poe slid an arm around Finn's shoulders, just to secure it further.

"Yeah? I mean - I was going to show you in there, anyway, but... What'd he say?"

"I think the gist was we should have a good time."

If Poe had hoped the fussing might be reduced here, in his father's house and so far from the war, he best abandon that now. Finn's eyes were only on Poe as they walked, keeping a sharp eye out for any sign of excessive discomfort or trouble.

"Think I should drop it?"

"Nah," Poe immediately said. "It won't kill him. And I want to show you a couple of the ships I still have kicking around somewhere in here."

He said it extrememly casually, mostly because he didn't believe that Kes would actually want to go in. For the moment, however, he was all too happy to let Finn fuss, grinning at him fondly as they stepped into the compound.

Kes was true to his word - already setting the table with some basic, but whole-some looking meals that he had prepared earlier and kept stored. All three were different - they were obviously individual meals that he prepped early for himself, rather than something he had planned for multiple people.

"Look who's awake," Kes said, the smile coming to his lips honest. "I've been talking to your - friend - here," he said, the word friend exaggerated just a little bit, with that question that he still was not entirely sure about hanging over it, "And showed him around a bit. But I'm sure there's something you'd like to get up to, today."

Replies could wait until Poe was settled into his seat of choice. Chair pulled out for him, pushed in as he sat, hand lingering on his shoulder a few moments too long, the whole package.

Finn wasn't hesitant with the affection in front of Kes now and continued to miss the emphasis on the word friend. He was Poe's friend, and Poe his. A friend he kissed and sucked and fought for and would burn cities down for.

You know. Friendship.

"I was just telling Poe about our plan of you two showing me the hanger later."

Poe patted Finn's hand, a little amused, before gesturing at him to finally take a seat. Kes, in the meantime, frowned as he took his own.

"I don't think you require me for that," He said a little awkwardly. "I'm sure the two of you will manage just fine."

"No, I think Finn's right," Poe immediately said, even though he'd already stuffed a spoonful of his food into his mouth and was talking around it. He swallowed. "You should come with us. I think it'd be good for you." He wanted to make a jibe about the friend thing, again, but held himself back. Not his place. Though that was a conversation he should probably have, with Finn.

If he could ever actually bring himself to do it.

Still blissfully uninvolved in the side conversation continuing on between father and son, Finn focused on the conversation about the hanger, waiting to take a bite until after he was done talking. Poe.

"I bet you and Poe've got some different takes on the stories he'll have in there."

Poe snorted - that was an understatement - and Kes merely furrowed his brow, looking down at his food, before nodding.

"Alright, alright. I can see I'm out numbered, I'll come. But then you should rest, Poe," He said firmly, looking up at him. "That's what you came here to do, not play with your old toys."

"Rest, yeah. Got it."

He totally didn't get it.

"It was a long trip. A couple hours of rest first, anyway. Then we'll finish the tour."

Finn looked straight at Poe as he said it, all too aware how little the man 'got' needing to rest. But it was a good plan, strategically as well as for Poe's health. Give Kes a little while to adjust to the idea before opening such as old door. Or for the man to vanish into the woods for the rest of the day, but Finn could wait. He'd wait the whole damn week if that's what it took to get both of them to show him around.

'A couple hours rest' was not what immediately came to mind when Finn said that. Poe's mind when somewhere much warmer, if he were honest. Which he was, because even though he'd been asleep for most of the interaction, he was already getting weary of having a silent battle with his father in the background.

"Alright, alright," He said, grinning at Finn in a way that was far too mischievous. "A nap, then I can show you where everything started."

The rest of lunch was easy enough, Finn figuring the agreement to visit the hanger was more than enough of a victory for the day. Small talk, keeping Poe hydrated, the almost normal by now game just made a little more interesting by the presence of Kes. But soon enough Finn helped clear dishes and herded the pilot back to his private section of the compound.

"Your dad wasn't sure we'd have enough room. Not sure he remembers barracks life."

Poe snorted.

"He said that? Yeah. I don't think he was talking about barracks, Finn."

As soon as they stepped into the room and the door closed behind them, he snaked an arm around Finn's waist and drew him closer, kissing the back of his neck. "Pretty sure he's trying to figure out exactly what I meant by 'good friends'."

He'd known it was coming. It was Poe. Even before he'd been injured and converted all his pent up energy into trying to get Finn to spend more time in bed, he'd been physically affectionate. Which suited Finn fine. More than that. It was part of the perfection. After years of essentially no skin on skin contact, not even a hand shake or accidental bump of shoulders, for weeks and months at a time Finn found touch as nourishing as water, as air, now that he could get it whenever he wanted. He'd discovered it when he'd grabbed Rey's hand on Jakku and hadn't stopped loving it since.

So while Poe was supposed to be getting straight to resting, Finn had to admit, to himself at least, that it'd been a conscious choice to let the man have his way for a little bit. It felt good, even better when his tipped his head back and placed a hand over Poe's on his waist, lightly running his finger tips over the bones he could just feel under the skin. But, he promised himself, it was just for a minute.

"Mm? Why's that?"

He paused, his lips still hovering over Finn's throat, before he slowly lowered them to touch skin, almost thoughtfully.

"... Finn, I've never brought anyone home," he said finally. "And I have plenty of friends, including--" Well there he hesitated, masking the hesitation by turning his head and planting a kiss on Finn's ear instead. "-- including those I've been, ah, intimate with. But I wouldn't bring them here."

Finn made a soft noise of encouragement as his attention mostly focused on Poe's mouth on his skin. It made sense, he guessed, and a few months ago, before the fight and the injuries and the time spent trying to get Poe to not kill himself out of boredom, he might have over analyzed parts of that. But he knew exactly how many friends had been in Poe's 'intimate' category since. Poe was a man of action. So was Finn, when it came down do it. That he'd come back to Poe and Poe had let him come here, those were actions.

"Shouldn't that be enough?"

He didn't know how to answer the question. Mostly because it was actually several different questions, and he had no idea which one Finn was actually asking.

Actually saying what he should was impossible. His father wanted to know if Poe was in love with Finn. That's what it really came down to. But even stating that outloud had potential consequences, and having to try to answer that - in front of Finn-

He couldn't help but remember that Rey would be coming home eventually. So he shoved it down hard.

"Enough for what?" He finally asked, because questions were easier than answers and he needed to stall for time.

And distractions. Yes. Distractions were good. And letting his teeth bite down into Finn's earlobe, drawing it between his lips and sucking on it - that should be distracting enough, right?

"Resting, Poe."

Pulling away. That was the idea. A bad, terrible, overly difficult idea, but one that, after a long moment of indulging, he managed to do. Somewhat. At least wiggled to earn enough room so that he could tilt his head to the side to see the too-close blur that was the most frustrating pilot in the galaxy.

"You're supposed to be resting."

But there'd been a question along with that bite, even if it takes Finn a moment focus on that fact. Good thing he wasn't above bartering.

"Get in bed and I'll tell you. In. Not on. Shoes off, the whole deal."

Shot down faster than a TIE in a dog fight. Poe sighed almost wistfully as Finn pulled back, and removed his arms to hold them up in defeat, trying not to think about what the evasion actually meant.

"Just my shoes?" He teased as he kicked them off and stepped backwards to the bed, pulling out the sheets.

Yeah. Good friends. He was such an idiot.

"Maybe one other thing."

While Poe pulled out the sheets, Finn trailed his hands down his back to tug up Poe's shirt. He would give the man ideas- he was having ideas, honestly- but as nice as the man was to touch, the practical need to make sure no bandage was loose or slow bleed happening also applied. That had to at least partially justify half-stripping the man in his childhood room for reasons beyond Finn's own enjoyment. Right?

"Hands up."

The smile flickered across his lips, but he obediently put his hands up in the air.

"You know, it really is warm in here. If you're going to take a nap too, you might need to lose some of those cumbersome clothes yourself."

"I'll be on top of the blankets."

Because resting. Even if...no. Once the shirt is pulled off and discarded, Finn's fingers may linger on the visible patches of (sickly yellow in some places) skin as he check everything, tracing along the edges of bandages in a way that was in no way needed, but rest. It had been a long trip, and vibrations from ships and speeders could agitate wounds in not clearly visible ways. And Kes was still up and around, possibly stopping in at some point to check on his son. The unencumbered 'napping' could wait until night time.

Seeing everything was in good order, he gave Poe's back a gentle but unwavering push towards the bed.

Poe sighed again - more dramatically, this time - and climbed into bed as he was told. He wasn't going to admit how good laying down vertically felt, so all he did was pat the bed beside him.

Finn shook his head, fond smile in place, then kicked off his own shoes and, after a moment of hesitation, undid his blaster from its holster at his side then removed the belt, too. More comfortable that way. The weapon was placed on an end table in easy reach as Finn, still on the other side of the blankets as promised, curled around Poe's form in what he refused to think of as a defensive position. Sure, he was in a perfect situation to move quickly, covering Poe with his own body and being able to reach his blaster at the same time, but the fact that even on this world he couldn't let his vigilance down wasn't something he wanted to think of or even acknowledge.

It was just comfortable this way. End of story.

"The fact I'm here."

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