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Sex Pollen Pre Relationship
Poe Dies Pre Relationship
Nightmare Early Relationship
Hogwarts AU Pre Relationship
Poe Almost Dies Pre Relationship
MoM AU First Night
Slightly Older Hogwarts AU
Post-TLJ
Bodyguard and Prince AU; overflow
Massage Pre Relationship
Oblivious Poe AU
Cyborg Poe AU
MoM AU Sex Pollen
FO Infiltration Sex Ring
TFLN
Soulmate Tattoo AU
Finn Marries Someone Else AU
Evil Finn AU; overflow: 1, 2
MoM AU Poe 10 Yrs Older
Vamp/Were AU
Missing for a Year/Telepathy AU
MoM AU Poe 'canon' updated
Dark Possessive AU
Married on Yavin AU
MoM AU Sexy Outfits
MoM AU Subway Sex
MoM AU with Melodies!Finn; overflow
MoM AU Photo-Op Kiss
Nearly Old Men AU
MoM AU Rule 63
Online Dating AU
MoM AU Poe Lost His In-Game Memories; overflow
Trans Poe AU
College Roommate AU
TIE Pilot/Prostitute AU
MoM AU Finn Returns from Port-Out
MoM AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Canon AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Shape Shifter AU; timeskip
FO Sexual Torture AU
MoM AU Finn Has a Boyfriend
Hades AU Finn Left Alone
MoM AU Apocalypse
MoM AU Poe Died in Canon
Canon AU Handjob in a Hospital (inspiration)
MoM AU Another Apocalypse
WWI Pen-Pal/Love Letters AU
Institutionalized Prostitution AU
MoM AU Body Swap
Post-TROS Victory Party

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Poe felt completely exhausted, and still pretty out of it, but he turned his head to Finn's voice and smiled, far too warmly, his eyes crinkling with it.

"No promises," He murmured, leaning forward a little to pull the straw into his mouth.

He sighed with happiness after he took a long, slow drink.

"Thanks, Finn," he murmured. "You are... you're literally the best thing in the galaxy, you know that?"

Finn laughed, very close to just losing it right there, overwhelmed with relief. But he kept his cool and just set the water aside.

"I see they've got you on the good stuff. You remember anything? Have any pain?"

"Mmmmm..." He wondered aloud, still looking too pleased and too happy to be where he actually was, with his leg now sporting a hell of a lot of metal mesh where his skin should be.

"Remember you pullin' me out," he decides after a moment. "But it's pretty... It's pretty hazy. Not a drop of pain, though, so... so must be the real good stuff." He reached out, a little blindly, hand feeling around until it found Finn's.

"Thanks."

For saving his life. You know. The small things.

"Don't mention it," he answered back softly, voice choking a little. His hand held Poe's gently, not sure what could cause him pain.

There was a wet warmth to his eyes, so Finn leaned down to kiss Poe on the forehead, trying to show his feelings but hide them at the same time. "Gave us a scare, you know. BB-8's okay, your leg's still there, and the First Order's gone so... not a terrible few days."

The gentle press of Finn's lips to his forehead made his chest blossom with warmth, his throat constrict a little, a heat behind his eyes.

Ah, damn.

Maybe it was the painkillers, but it was really hard to ignore just how in love he was with the guy, right now.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he murmured, squeezing Finn's hand with length strength than he should have had, but a surprising amount, considering how much blood he'd lost. "Not even... not even my worse few days, to be honest." He paused, and then, a little wryly: "Shouldn't you be out celebrating? There's got to be a hell of a party on right now..."

Oh, he could hear the celebration near constantly since he made camp in this room. Though Poe was a large part of why Finn didn't want to go out there, he wasn't the only reason. There was just a lot for him to process and accept right now. If Poe had been fine, though, there was a pretty good chance he would have gone out there a long time ago.

"And leave the life of the party behind? I don't think so, Dameron." He cleared his throat a little, discreetly wiped his eyes, and leaned up again to offer him a soft smile. Then, a little more sincerely: "I can't imagine being anywhere but here right now."

"Well, I'm not complaining," Poe replied, smiling wide enough that even with the painkillers he could feel the sharp tug across his cheeks.

"You can stay here forever, as far as I'm concerned."

"Lucky me," Finn chuckled to himself, leaning forward again until he could smell Poe's hair and press another kiss to his temple. He didn't like this new, hospital-y smell, though.

"They said you'd be all right," he continued, needing to fill the space with something other than his copious amount of kisses. The war was over now and they were never really an exclusive item, anyway. Not that Finn had been with others or that he thought Poe had, just- He was thinking too much, worried about the future. He kept talking. "Might be a day or so before they let you get around again. Come to think of it, I should probably get the doctor."

Instead, he placed a kiss beside Poe's eye, still doing that anyway, apparently.

“Doctor can wait,” Poe murmured, all too happy to let Finn cover him in kisses, apparently.

“Think you’re healing me faster than they could anyway,” he teased lowly, eyes fluttering open as Finn pulled away again.

“Think I could request a proper kiss?”

Finn chuckled to himself, inching away look down at Poe properly. He still looked pretty banged up, scratched and bruised here and there. But he was also alive and smiling and probably the most beautiful Finn had ever seen him.

He just stared down at him softly for a moment, the love and relief more than clear, before he finally leaned down to grant Poe's request. The kiss was slow at first, but Finn was quick to deepen, his hand lightly gliding over Poe's chest and arm to just barely touch him.

It was hard to remember, in the haze of drugs and relief, why they didn’t just do this all the time. Why he didn’t just give in to how much he wanted to touch and hold Finn pretty much all the time when they were together.

Poe melted into the kiss, letting Finn deepen it as much as he wanted, returning it with a lazy passion.

A shudder ran up his spine as he felt the barest brush over his chest.

Oh. No one had really touched him there since—

“Not made of glass,” he murmured against Finn’s lips. “It’d be worth the bacta ...”

Poe certainly seemed like he was made of glass right now. Finn was terrified of hurting him more but also really caught up in the relief that he was here right now.

The doctor had just come in not five minutes before Poe woke up. Surely he could get check up on later. And maybe they'd even have a little time? Wondering just what he was thinking at the image of climbing up there and straddling Poe, he kissed him again.

"What if we had our own celebration?" he asked, kind of ignoring the glass and bacta comment. His hand ghosted over Poe's thigh but stayed there, unsure if he had permission and certainly unsure if the drugs were affecting this decision more than Poe was.

Poe felt a hot flush of arousal between his legs as he groaned quietly, the touch of Finn’s hand on his thigh way more intense than he thought possible.

It also sobered him up very quickly.

“Yeah,” he said a little breathlessly, unconsciously tilting his hips towards Finn’s hand. “But there’s.. Finn, there’s things I haven’t told you...”

Finn's hand moves from his thigh to his waist, not enough to put on a full stop but more than enough to show his interest in Poe has to say. He's not worried, exactly. In fact, his heart hammers with all the things they hadn't said.

"What is it?" he asks breathlessly, still gazing at Poe softly and trying to keep himself from kissing him again for just a moment.

Poe wet his lips, still in a nice hazy space and yet a tendril of nervousness curled up his spine.

It wasn't that he hadn't meant to tell Finn eventually. He just... kept pushing it off. After the war, he told himself eventually. He was already trying to come up with reasons to put this off. But he felt so floaty and calm that it was hard to feel super anxious about it.

"You're, uh... You're not going to find what you expect, down there," he murmured. "I wasn't - I just wasn't born this way, let's put it that way."

Not what he expected down there. Not born this way.

Finn blinked at Poe before gently dabbing the back of his hand against his forehead. "They really got you on the good stuff," he mumbled, not finding a fever. "What do you mean, wasn't born this way? What do you feel like? Are you okay?"

Poe couldn't help it, a low chuckle blooming in his throat, helpless and fond.

"I'm fine - Finn, I'm fine. I just, ah..." He trailed off, a little helplessly. He'd never actually really had to do this before. It was kind of unspoken common knowledge when he was in the Fleet, and because of that, most of Black Squadron had known, too. It just... wasn't a thing that anyone really felt needed to be discussed, at this point.

Poe was Poe. What else was there to it?

He wet his lips, reaching up to touch Finn's jaw softly.

"Look, I just know that some people have some pretty specific preferences when it comes to, uh, their partners." Which was definitely the closest Poe had ever come to acknowledging Finn as his partner, before. Thanks, painkillers. "So I get it, if it's not what you expect. But uh - damn. Should I just show you?" He mumbled it half to himself. "Maybe I should just show you."

Partners. Did Poe just call them partners in a roundabout way? Did he mean it like that? "Your my preference," he said with a hell of a lot of conviction and love.

Then he realized that Poe was talking about his body. He meant sexually. Had he been injured badly before, like Finn and his back? His hand moved again from Poe's waist to his hand. "Hey, whatever you think's wrong, it's okay. You know that, right? I'm here for you. I don't care about the rest."

Okay, honestly, Finn was pretty sure that Poe was all worried over something minor or something he should know that Finn wouldn't care about, but the drugs were making him anxious. That was all right, though. Finn planned to drift through it and, if he was really lucky, hold Poe close by the end of the night while they listened to the party beyond these walls.

Poe's heart felt near enough to burst, and he squeezed Finn's hand back incredibly warmly.

"Yeah, alright," He murmured. "It's not like I don't have a prosthetic, but - don't bother wearing it in my flight suit, since it messes all the life support systems up, you know?" No, Finn could not have any idea that Poe was talking about how frustrating it was to pee in a flight suit when you had a prosthetic penis attachment. "So I can still - later, it'll be fine, I can do whatever you want. Just, uh..."

Just show him, Poe.

He squeezed the man's hand again and then pulled it closer, pressing it against the heat between his legs where there was quite clearly nothing firm beneath it.

Finn was actually kind of worried about touching him at this point. For one, Poe seemed extremely high and wasn't making any sense, so the line about consent felt a bit blurred right now. Or two, Poe wasn't high at all and was trying to tell Finn that he'd sustained some sort of injury or something happened to change how he looked beneath his clothes.

Caught with indecision, he allowed Poe to guide his hand wherever he wanted and- Oh.

For a brief second, he'd thought that this was a very grievous injury before realizing... that wasn't the case. He'd heard about this actually, about technology that could change someone's entire physical gender to something totally different, about people who didn't feel comfortable in their own skin. He could kind of relate to that last part, but he'd never seen someone after transitioning. Now he realizes that he's probably seen loads and never noticed, realizes how incredible that field of medicine really was.

He rubbed his hand just an inch back and forth to make sure before letting out a haggard breath. "Poe, I thought you were trying to tell me you thought you were some other species for a minute, then I thought you were saying everything got cut off in some freak accident- It has been a long 48 hours." He bent forward, laughing in relief and kissing Poe's nose then his lips. "Don't scare me like that. Are you sure you feel okay?"

Edited 2019-07-26 01:10 (UTC)

There was one slight hiccup to Poe's plan of making the man who he hadn't even technically made his boyfriend yet touch him there. And that was he hadn't quite realised just how electrifying it was to be touched there, since - well, no one else had done it in a long time. He groaned, softy, under his breath when Finn moved that scarce inch, and twitched enough to make his side ping with pain. Not enough to make him make a sound, but enough for him to notice beyond the painkillers.

Relief washed through him as Finn spoke, and he sank down into the sheet contentedly.

"Yeah. Feel a lot better now," He murmured, tilting his head up to meet those perfect lips.

His hand moved further up, resting on Poe's lower stomach instead while he returned the kiss. "You've been worried about this a while?"

That was only sort of a question, but it explained a lot of things. Why they hadn't gone any further than the few kisses they shared, why they hadn't become official in any way. There were other reasons, Finn was sure. War takes people away without warning.

But it was over now. "Partners," he breathed quietly against Poe's lips, loving the sound of it but wondering if it was true.

"Just never seemed a good time to bring it up," he murmured, easily melting into that kiss.

"War's over now, though," He pointed out in a low murmur. "So yeah. Partners." There was a pause, and then a smile tugged at his lips, likely more felt than seen.

"... Husbands, if you want."

... Husbands.

Finn leaned away to look at him, trying to see if he was serious or not. Just a second ago, he wasn't even certain this was a committed thing and now Poe was proposing.

"How about-... How about you ask again when I'm sure you're not just high on painkillers," he said carefully. "But if you do, I have a feeling the answer would be... yes..."

But what if Poe was being overly affected by the drugs in his system? What if he didn't mean it and Finn's answer would freak him out later? What if this was what pulled them apart? Only, he couldn't say no. He couldn't tell Poe no.

Poe smiled, wide and warm and the happiest Finn had likely ever seen him.

"I'll propose properly later," he agreed, not put out in the slightest. He was, in fact, very high on painkillers, and while he was kind of enjoying that, he was also aware that his tongue was running a little away with him.

"You can kiss me again if you want, though." Look, he'd do it himself if he could somehow not be horizontal.

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