Poe, however, had looked just in time to see Finn taking off his shirt, standing haloed in sunlight and his skin glistening with a slight sheen of sweat.

So he was staring a little slack jawed and didn’t notice immediately that Finn was holding out his hand. He took it, hoisting himself up and kicking off his pants as he did so, offering Finn a lopsided, sheepish grin.

The man had to know how hot he was, right?

“You wanna take mine off, too?” He teased quietly as he went to tug a little at the bottom of his own shirt.