His heart leapt into his throat, chest tightening, fluttering, and Poe finally clued into the fact that something Very Weird was going on. He forced himself to swallow it down, try to get his pulse rate to lower, but every time he tried to think about what was happening, his mind would wander off.

Finn's hand felt like a brand on his skin.

He was in trouble.

"Finn--" His voice was lower, huskier, but he couldn't help it. "I think we -- we need to go back, something's not--" But he cut off, because he'd forced himself to turn around and he caught full view of the man standing before him, and it took his breath away. Finn had always been beautiful. Always. From the very first second he'd taken off that stormtrooper helmet. But Poe was usually pretty good about keeping his mind on the mission, and not on the fullness of Finn's lips or the slight glisten of moisture--

He was moving before he even realised what he was doing, surging forward to take a hard, desperate kiss from those perfect lips.