Poe chuckled when he realised that Finn has said that out loud and it wasn’t just his own thoughts rattling in his head.

“Well, if I am, it’s a hell of a dream,” he whispered quietly, groaning low as Finn pressed down into him.

Fuck, he was going to embarrass himself. He hadn’t slept with anyone since highschool - hadn’t had more than a few anonymous make outs in a gay bar a city over. Now Finn was on top of him and his labido was kicking into over drive. There was no way that Finn would be able to mistake the fact that he was rock hard just from a little kissing. Damn, he was repressed—

“Is it too late to ask you out?” He whispered quickly, even as his hands hooked into Finn’s beltloops and dragged him in a slow, friction-filled grind against him.