Finn's hands were reaching for Poe, wanting to seek more skin on him, too, before the other stood. Panic immediately shot through him, already berating himself for saying and doing all the wrong things-

But Poe was in front of him again, suddenly helping to get the pants free. Finn groaned from the kiss, from the hands on his knees, his hands finding and burying themselves into Poe's hair again. He couldn't believe this was happening. It felt so good, his hips rolling up a fraction. "I can't believe this is happening."

He hadn't meant to say that.