Poe was thinking about him?

Finn mentally berated himself. Of course, Poe was thinking about him. After the obsession he'd seen over the last few days, what else would he be doing? Unless he was lying, trying to manipulate Finn, trying to make him think he wanted something when he didn't.

Except. He did want this. Just once more, just to see if it could be better.

He swallowed audibly, not knowing how to put his thoughts into words, especially in a way Poe would understand. Or in a way Finn could remotely keep his pride.

"You-" He stopped, cleared his throat, and hoped Poe didn't realize that was the full answer. His hand pressed against his stomach, playing with his shirt. "I thought that if I could be the one giving you... what you needed and we ignored me, then... it wouldn't be like before." But deep down, his real intention for standing here was that he wanted to be taken, just once. He couldn't voice that like this, though. He shouldn't even think of it. "Just... I touch you and that's it."

This was stupid on so many levels. Stupid of him to ask for it and stupid of him to think Poe would want it.