Finn's breath hitched, his heart practically skipping a beat. It's different, he wanted to say. He wouldn't even allow himself to look before aside from totally-casual glances near his bare chest. This was very different.

This is stupid. They should stop, talk, slowly pick this up again over time, do everything by the book. He didn't want to screw this up.

But, dammit, it felt too right. He paused like he was about to answer before leaning away instead and slowly getting his shirt off. He dropped it to the floor and just looked at Poe, hunger and very clear intent in his eyes, before his hand found the hem of Poe's shirt.