"Don't know if it'll work if you're not surprised by it," he mumbled. But it was still distracting, right? Was his kissing actually distracting at all?

Wait, why was he arguing with himself?

Pushing the second thoughts aside, Finn pressed their lips together again, trying to turn it into a proper kiss this time. He shouldn't have this at all, really, so he had to make it count... Except he wasn't brave enough to try pouring everything he felt into a single kiss, frenzied and passionate, but he at least tried to do better.

His hand moved up to cup Poe's jaw as he tried to deepen it, the wood chips forgotten, the kiss slow and steady. It probably wasn't the distraction Poe needed, but Finn didn't know if he could provide that...