Poe froze instantly as the bed creaked above him, as he heard a groan. He was still gripping his cock, and some stupid part of him actually found the idea of Finn waking up and finding him like this arousing, so rather than kill his erection his cock just throbbed in his grip. But he didn't stroke.

Instead he let out a careful breath, wondering if he should pretend to be asleep, and then...

"... Hey, buddy, you alright?" It sounded like maybe Finn had been hurt, and he couldn't really ignore that.

He just wished his fucking erection would go down. He gave it a quick, silent stroke as if to reassure his cock that he'd get back to it in a second.