Everything went silent after Finn spoke. Even the low constant hum of the engine somehow seemed to dim. A second passed. Two. Then there was a rustle of fabric, the sound of Poe moving around.

He was furious. He half expected Finn to be on the other side of the door, telling him to stop. Because he would. Finn was incredibly good at lying to himself about what he wanted.

When he got to the door and opened it, he was in his underwear again, the hard outline of his cock clearly visible and straining against the fabric.

“What?” He asked tightly, half ready for needing to defend himself. The admiral would never have let him masturbate, but Finn was not them. Poe could deal with himself whenever he wanted, it Finn refused to.