Finn knew what was happening but his mind couldn't stop questioning it. Because it couldn't be happening. Poe shouldn't want to do this, right? Finn couldn't decide.

But he knew what he wanted. "Poe-" he breathed quietly, desperate to give him an excuse to stop, tell him he didn't have to, that they should slow down. All he really did, though, was meet him halfway.

The kiss was gentle, soft, nearly chaste, but Finn was trembling from the emotions this was bringing on, everything piling together to build a pressure behind his eyes. His hand gripped Poe's hard.