flightforfreedom | A stupid post for stupid threads

The droid chirped happily in response, and then rolled forward to bat its head against Finn's legs gently, like a cat, before rolling back toward the door and then looking to see if Finn was following.

"Beepbideep weep? Woooo."

"Someone in trouble?"

It's more joke than anything. If there was trouble, he'd have expected to get shocked (again) by the droid. But he's got Finn curious, so he carefully packs the cleaning supplies back up and, after tucking the rifle back in the locker it belonged in, followed along.

"You need to tell Poe he's starting his drinking a little early these days."

BB-8 shook his head to the question, letting out another long series of beeps that Poe would understand but probably meant nothing to Finn.

He led Finn down the corridor to Poe's room, the door opening immediately to the droid, and didn't even waste a second before turning and leading Finn in toward the door on the far side. It opened, steam slipping out, and the sound of humming from within. BB-8 beeped again and spun around to push Finn against the back of his knees to get him to go inside.

"What-"

A few months ago he was on his way to being an officer of the First Order. A point of pride among his trainers, an efficient and capable leader on the battle field. Now his dead stop at the sound of humming and sight of steam meant BB-8's unexpected shove moved him off balance. So he was in the room all right. He was, in fact, on the floor of two rooms: on his elbows in the bathroom with his legs still sprawled out into the general living quarters behind him.

"Droid."

Poe hadn't been worried about the beep - the droid came and went as he pleased, regardless of the state that Poe was in - but the sudden slam of a body hitting the ground was definitely not expected.

"What the--" He rushed out of the shower, completely and utterly naked, with a trail of soap bubbled down his chest and one thigh.

"Finn, what are you--" He leaned down, reaching out to help him up. "Are you alright?"

"I'm-"

There was no train of thought. There should have been. Even while he was falling he'd been wondering what BB-8 was up to. But now there was nothing, just looking straight ahead at the man in front of him. This might be close to the perfect silence of the universe Force-users talk about, but even that was a thought and therefore not in Finn's head. There was just Poe and- Poe. And-

And questions. And now all the thoughts were there and Finn was desperately rolling on to his back to look at see if BB-8 was still there by his toes.

"Damn it, droid."

Poe seemed more worried than anything else, looking up but not seeing BB-8.

"Did he startle you?" He asked, not really understanding why Finn was here, but not really minding. In fact - quite the opposite of minding. Had Finn come to seek him out early...?

He slipped a hand behind Finn's back and helped push him upright again.

It was then he realised just how naked he was.

And just how quickly that was going to become a problem. Usually he wouldn't care, but Finn already looked like a spooked rabbit, so he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist.

"You're not hurt, are you?" He asked, since Finn had not actually answered the question. "I wasn't quite ready, but --"

He had spent a lot of his life wondering if he really belonged in it- well, most of his life that he actually designated as his. When he was old enough to question. So pretty much just the last two years. But this was more than just than questioning. As he realized Poe had really been no way involved in whatever revenge BB-8 was finally acting out on him, Finn could only wish the base would collapse around them. Or an alarm sound. A First Order invasion would be perfect right now.

"He- I, uh, guess we still got unfinished business. I don't- I didn't mean to-"

Breathe. Be cool. Yeah, right. He sat up at least, which doubled in putting his back to Poe and hiding...yet another inconvenient reaction to the situation. A little bit, anyway.

"Sorry, man. I'll wait. Out here."

And Finn then oh so heroically scooted forward enough, still seated, to let the bathroom door swish shut behind him.

"It's alright," Poe said through the door, before the sound of the water shut off and he came out - still only in that towel, but now he had a second one for his hair.

"I was basically done, anyway." A complete lie, there was still soap on him, but.

"He uh - must have gotten a little ahead of himself," He said, stepping past Finn into the main room, checking around for the droid. But the little bastard had already disappeared. "Drinks, I told him, just drinks--"

"Yeah, yeah. It's fine, man."

He was still sitting on the floor. And would not be standing up anytime soon- did the man not take his change of clothing in there with him? What happened if there was an attack while he was showering? Especially now that he couldn't help but be a little amused by the towel around Poe's hair, enough to look up at it. And the towel wasn't even stopping a few drops of water from was still leaking down, traveling all the way to the other towel and-

Finn's moved so his back is against the walls, knees folded up, fingers loosely threaded in front of them to help keep them in place. Nothing suspicious about this. Or awkward.

Why couldn't he think of a single logical conversation change?

"How, uh, how's the mission?"

"Yeah, it went fine," Poe replied, a brow arching a little sceptically. He rubbed the towel through his hair before squatting down in front of Finn. He reached out, pressing a hand against the man's forehead.

"You sure you didn't hid your head?" He asked, but now that he was closer, it was hard to ignore that Finn was deliberately shying away from him in a very particular way. His heart thumped, his fingers lingering.

"... You feel pretty warm," He said lowly. "You want that drink?"

He had to swallow before replying, eyes closing the moment Poe's hand touched his head. Because Poe was a concerned friend, and Finn was going crazy over the first guy that- that was Poe.

Fuck.

He let out a slow breath and very gently nodded. Far, far too away of how that shifted the hand on his forehead around.

"Yeah."

It wasn't really the romantic moment he had envisioned, when he let himself envision it. Usually there was a lot more metaphorically sweeping off the feet than literally trying to pick someone up off the floor, and usually it wasn't so... Well, he felt a bit like an asshole, hunting down a some poor womprat.

He made a mental note to have a discusion with BB-8 later.

"It's alright," He reassured him, quietly, reaching up just a little more to rub his head fondly, scrubbing over the tightly cropped hair. "... I was really looking forward to seeing you, too."

(Since he still had no idea that BB-8 had brought him in the first place, and not simply startled him into the bathroom.)

He stood up, shifting the towel as he walked over to bottle and glasses he'd already gotten ready for later tonight. There went all his fancy and carefully planned out chatter. "I uh - brought you something. From the mission. It's not much, but I couldn't really help myself."

"Yeah?"

Not up to his normal level of conversation with Poe, but he thought that could be excused based on a good deal of his blood being called to places other than his brain. But he would not make this weird. He would not make this awkward, would not be some Best Pilot fan. He wasn't here to shove that all on the best friend he had, had ever had.

So while Poe's back was turned, he at least used it to dart over to sitting on the closest piece of furniture available, thankful for the loose (granted, oil stained) civvies he was wearing.

"Had a few minutes downtime afterall, huh?"

"Not exactly," he admitted, returning with the glasses and the bottle, and setting them down on the table while he poured Finn a glass, and then held it out to him.

"Had to negotiate for a couple pieces of equipment with a Hutt, so I added something to the shopping list." He pulled the towel from his hair and let it settle on his shoulders, though it meant a wet curl of hair stuck to his forehead. He stepped across the room and picked up the case - clicking it open. Inside was a blaster - the highest range that Poe had been able to find - and compact, with a holster.

He brought it over and set it down with the holster on the table.

"I know it's not your usual, but I figured this way you'd never be without one." He paused, wetting his lips as he looked down at it, before turning his eyes up to Finn's and giving him an apologetic smile. "Turns out I worry about you a lot when I'm not around."

Outside the door, BB-8 - listening in - groaned in a low whistle and banged his head against wall.

He picks up the gun like it might break at first. Which is insane, he can name the make, model, and year on sight and he knows its durability is one of its strongest recommendations. Not the longest range or tightest accuracy, but it could take a hell of a pounding.Which, considering his track record of getting into one-on-ones with Sith Lords, was a good call.

After a moment of handing it like it's spun glass, he clicks it open and checks, and yeah. Perfect order. The smile starts slow and starts to grow as Finn looks up to meet Poe's eyes. He'd barely heard the last bit as he'd wrapped his mind around a gift- and actual present. For him. Form someone thinking of him.

"You sure?"

The warmth spread through his chest the minute he saw Finn's reaction.

Yeah.

Yeah, that was worth it.

His own smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling.

"Of course I'm sure. Don't make me take it back, now. Hutts are notoriously bad with people who go back on deals once they've been made." He wet his lips, unable to keep from grinning. "I'm guessing that it's alright?"

"It's great. I-"

He shook his head. Damn it, like he didn't already look like a madman, a total idiot here. Fall on his face on Poe's floor, retreat with a raging...issue, then this. Three for three, Eighty Seven.

"Never had my own gun before. Everything belonged to the Order, you know? Just checked them out."

And he took a long drink from his glass then, like that would smooth those words out.

"Yeah, I thought that might be the case," Poe admitted, unable to take his eyes off him.

"But you're your own man, now," He pointed out, reaching out to pat Finn's shoulder. "Get to have your own gun, your own jacket, and everything." He might have been teasing a little there, his eyes twinkling.

"You get to make your own decisions, your own choices, about what you-- want." He finished lamely. He'd been going strong until the last moment, realising what he was saying, and was forced to shift his towel a little.

"I'll do everything in my power to see it happen."

"I'm not totally helpless, remember. Took on a Force user and everything."

And got his ass handed to him, but that was besides the point. Anyone would have been destroyed by Kylo Ren. Anyone but Rey. So.

Finn shifted to strap the gun in place, pretty sure he was well enough accepted in the base not to be side-eyed for carrying his own weapon around. Then there was nothing left to do then to look at Poe again. Starting at his navel and traveling up and, yeah. Issues. Made it tricky to stick with the 'I'm my own man' talk when all he could do was curse thinking of him more as a mentee than anything.

"You can keep your powers for the good fight. Time I started standing up on my own."

"Standing up on your own doesn't mean doing it alone," Poe pointed out. "But that wasn't exactly what I meant."

He cursed himself inwardly. All that smooth talk he'd daydreamed about in the x-wing, and here he was, making an ass of himself.

Right.

Forget the maneuvers. Just go straight at 'em.

"I meant - no one here can tell you what's right and what's wrong," He explained, his voice growing a little more confident. "Not for you." He hadn't really pulled away his hand, yet, and he gripped Finn's shoulder a little bit. "And whatever you think is right, I'm right behind you."

He hesitated only for a split second, and then he was surging forward - taking a firm, if fairly chaste, kiss. It didn't last long - but when he pulled back it wasn't very far.

"... Just say the word," He whispered a little breathlessly.

"No."

It took a full half second, but Finn realized he's managed the exact opposite of what he meant. Not no, as in the word was no. Just no that he wasn't- couldn't- talk about it and-

And Poe smelled good. That's what mattered. Overthinking in matters of life and death was never Finn's problem. That had made him a good leader, would have made him an excellent officer. See the opportunity and take it without hesitation, take it with every fiber of his being and ounce of energy. Even if he'd never admit it to Poe, Poe who ate and breathed freedom and choice, it's that Order bred mentality he slips into now.

It wasn't exactly a battle, still it was close enough. Opponent had drawn first blood, but that didn't mean he was down. He reached up, one hand wrapping around Poe's upper arm and the other around his shoulder- no, slid to the back of his neck. Better leverage. Then he tugged the man forward for a firmer, if inexperienced, kiss, Finn's arms keeping him close.

No.

Well, it was - succinct. That he appreciated, at least, trying to ignore the feeling of his heart dropping into his stomach. He had made a grave miscalculation, but that was okay. He'd just back up, laugh it off, and never mention it ag--

But before he could say anything, Finn's hand was on his neck, pulling him forward, and his lips were locked into a kiss. He completely forgot about the towel, but it didn't matter - Finn had pulled him close enough that the towel was trapped between them, so it didn't immediately drop down his hips.

He grunted a little in surprise - he had been preparing himself after that 'No', and this was - well, the opposite of no. That didn't last long, though, the carefully tempered restraint breaking - his hands finding Finn's waist, his lips parting to deepen the kiss that for a terrible second he thought he wouldn't have, had been more disappointed than he'd even thought he could be--

He let out a small grunt as Poe pushed down, and this was good. This was unknown mission accomplished, but...Mm. Not an optimal angle. His brow furrowed slightly, his full participation in the deepened kiss momentarily pausing as he slipped the hand on Poe's arm down- thank the Force for that towel, Finn isn't sure if he'd be able to handle grabbing the man's bare ass- and shifted to accommodate Poe on his lap rather than just leaning down-

And he hissed a curse as Operation Comfortable Kiss suddenly and sharply abolished Mission Hide Certain Reactions from Poe. A mission failure speed along by his involuntary press upwards into that pressure.

"I didn't-"

Know where he was going with that. Mean to do that? Know this was going to happen? He had no clue, so he left the words hanging there as he tilted his head to better accommodate Poe's actions.

It was a little too late, considering that he was now pretty firmly in Finn's lap, and both his - and Finn's - Certain Reactions were a little obvious, at that point.

"--Pretty sure you did," Poe said a little breathlessly, because if this was 'didn't' he wasn't sure what 'did' would be. And he didn't exactly stop to let Finn reply. He pressed in as close as he could manage, hands cupping his face as he took a much deeper, much more determined kiss.

"-- Not sure I know what 'No' means, anymore--"

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