Finn had called him pet names before, usually in the throws of passion, or the cool down afterwards. But never with that rawness, never with that plain emotion etched in his face. Poe felt something lodge itself in his throat, tight around his windpipe, and for a couple seconds he couldn't breathe.

Then he surged forward to take a crushing, claiming kiss, his forehead still tingling where Finn's fingers had brushed it.