The supplies could wait. They'd been drifting through space for decades. What was a few more minutes? Or, well, they were alone out here. Why just a few minutes? Why- His breath stuttered at the hand on his cock.

"Poe." He ground against the hand, his own continuing the search until his fingers caught the shaft of Poe's, wanting him to feel good, wanting to feel him.

But those damn red flags were in his face again. Poe knew this wasn't like them, he knew this was odd. There was something wrong here. But Poe's hand was- Dammit! "I want you. I want-" Maybe he could get across how badly he needed Poe now and worry about the weird stuff later? He growled, sucking on his throat, trying to ignore all of those damn flags.