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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 openly glowered at the guy, just waiting for him to pick a fight, but when Finn started steering them away, he didn't argue. He just scowled and fell into step, turning his back on whoever it was that had the audacity to talk to Finn in a setting where normally he could. That was all the crime he needed to be guilty of, as far as Poe was concerned.

"Seemed like an asshole," Poe muttered lowly. There was a small hotel outside of the base - usually used by merchants that came and went, but often frequented by the locals for this very purpose. They were heading there now.

"All night okay? I probably will just... sleep the second half, but I'll pay you full price for every hour."

Nearly all of Finn's clients were assholes. Some of them just treated him that way, though, because of what he was now. Not all of them were that evil to everyone. Maybe none of them were. Didn't really matter. Poe was the only one that... treated him like a human. It wasn't perfect, of course, but-

He just decided to not reply to that first bit. "Yeah, it's okay. Of course." Poe wasn't the only one that paid for sleeping next to a warm body. It was just so much nicer with Poe. Made that hope in his chest flare even more.

The hotel knew them by this point, practically had their own room. It worried Finn. Attachments weren't allowed in either of their sectors. Their frequenting of each other wasn't exactly illegal but it was often enough to warrant suspicion. Though, while Finn had other clients, he was fairly certain that Poe usually sought out him and him alone. Usually.

Their confrontation a moment ago, the easy lie they used, could lead to punishment if reported. Maybe it would just be on Finn's behalf, though, for going along with it.

He blinked away from his thoughts when they arrived.

Poe ordered a bottle of hard liquor - as he often did - and a room, and then took the card key as he led Finn upstairs.

He didn't give a shit who knew about his dalliances. The upper officers had worse. He kept his head down while on the job so at the very least they could let him have this.

The room itself was clean and orderly and entirely in the greys and blacks and reds of the First Order. Branding was not an issue the FO had. He walked over to where there was a container of ice and two glasses waiting for them.

"Drink?" He always asked, whether Finn took it or not.

He always had one, to settle his nerves.

Then he'd drink the rest of the bottle after he'd gotten off.

"Please." He didn't drink like Poe did but he didn't try to stop it either. He understood, figured it was less self-destructive than other avenues Poe could take. Better than being fine and enjoying all of this, Finn surmised.

As a rule to himself, he often didn't accept little gifts from his clients, especially drinks. Drugged or not, he wanted his wits about him. Being ordered to accept whatever they wanted was a different story, though. It was different with Poe, less that he wanted a drink for himself and more that he didn't like watching the other drink alone.

He took his shoes off and wandered over. "Want me to-?" he asked, offering to pour for them while Poe got comfortable.

"Sure." He set the bottle and the glasses down and then collapsed in the single chair in the room. He was wearing his formal uniform, not his flight suit, which was already an indicator to how shit his day was. Any day not spent in the air was shit, to be fair. But formal uniforms meant inspections and officers and parades.

He leaned down, unzipping his long, black boots and setting them to the side before undoing the fastening of his jacket at his neck and slowly pulling it open, as if to let himself breathe again.

"... How much would it be to keep you on retainer," he asked, his voice low, that dark thread of something like jealousy still simmering from earlier. "At least for a couple nights a week. Just so that you- so that if I can't show up you can still get paid for a night and not have to take someone else."

Finn stopped his pouring short, setting the bottle aside and trying to be casual about it. "We can't do that." Officers could. Actually, officers wouldn't pay at all. Didn't matter. Poe was just a pilot.

He wouldn't like the answer, Finn figured, but one night of his anger was better than whatever punishment those words could bring. It didn't matter how good Poe was in a fighter, not to them.

"I have to be free to take anyone who comes by," he answered, handing Poe his glass that had a great deal more than Finn's. "Officers get priority."

He didn't like the answer, but it wasn't Finn's fault and he knew it. The words 'officers get priority' got a bit of a snarl, but it wasn't focused at Finn. It just felt like one more thing the First Order was taking from him.

But he also knew he had no damn right to claim Finn as his own, as much as he wanted to.

He took the glass and downed the drink a little too fast, before wiping his his mouth with the back of his sleeve and reaching past Finn to set the glass down.

"Yeah, yeah," He muttered a little dark. "I was almost an officer. You know that? They wanted me to be one. This is the first time I've regretted getting busted back down to pilot."

He leaned back in the chair, his knees spreading as he patted his lap.

"Sit down."

He hadn't known that. Finn studied him for a beat before downing his glass, setting it beside the other, and taking his seat in Poe's lap. "You would have been a terrible officer," he remarked, turning to the side to get comfortable.

The officers were all cruel people, not just to the others in Finn's position. It wasn't that they believed in the First Order. Just that they wanted to burn the galaxy down. They revelled in it. That wasn't Poe.

"An excellent leader, though. I can see why they'd want you there." He cared, which was his downfall, but that caring made him one hell of a man to follow. Maybe with another army or outside of a war... But that wasn't their reality.

It would have been nice, though. For Poe to whisk him away, even if it was on a Star Destroyer. They'd be together, then. Sort of.

"Yeah. I was a terrible officer, for the all of three minutes I was one. Turns out they don't like you giving different orders to your squad than the ones you received." Like ones that would be less likely to see them killed. Or get civilians killed.

"So, not the kind of leader they wanted, I guess." He loops his arms around Finn's waist and lets out a long breath, pulling him closer and more firmly into his lap.

"But I guess the perks would have been nice."

Finn hums to himself, arm slung over the back of Poe's chair. "Hardly any sense in it if you still couldn't lead." But he shouldn't say that out loud and realizes it a moment too late. He tenses but... relaxes in Poe's grasp again. They probably wouldn't care about his opinions, but putting them into other people's heads, people who were already angry and questioning, was different.

So he latches on to that other point with a death grip. "Really nice," he purrs a little, hardly even acting. "Have a feeling I would have enjoyed it, too."

He wonders how Poe sees him sometimes. Is he just a cheap oasis? Less? More? Would he have really taken him along as his own or was even that too much to presume? Then he remembered why he doesn't wonder that.

He was about to say something else, but then Finn was purring in his lap, and every other thought vaporized in an instant.

"Yeah?" He asked. He sounded hopeful, despite knowing all too well that Finn was just acting. This was his job. This was what he was supposed to do. Make Poe feel special. And unlike some assholes in the corps, he knew Finn didn't actually owe him anything.

There was a good chance Finn didn't even like him.

But Poe didn't care. The fantasy of Finn caring about him was too sweet to let reality intervene.

His cock throbbed quietly, a small pulse of arousal in his groin making him shift under Finn's weight.

"You would have enjoyed me taking you as my paramour, huh?" he goads. "Just living in my quarters and waiting in my bed every day for me to come back and ravish you?"

If this was any other client, he would have had to play along and just agree. So being unable to stop his honest smile now isn't exactly a terrible thing. "It sounds like a decent life, doesn't it?" Decent. Not good. Good would be with both of them far away from here.

For Poe, though, it's just a sexual fantasy to play out over the next few hours. Not even notable enough to be a dream. His smile doesn't wilt, though. He's gotten pretty good at that.

Finn distracts himself by nuzzling into Poe's neck. "The waiting might be a lot to handle, but I'm confident I could handle it."

"It'd be a few thousands steps up from what I've got now," Poe muttered lowly, and then hoped Finn hadn't heard him. Instead, he just started feeling for the fastenings of Finn's clothes, tilting his head to give Finn better access to his neck.

"Well, hey, you could always do something while you wait. Maybe you could just lie in my bed and stroke yourself slowly for a few hours, edging yourself..."

He did hear him. How awful their lives were wasn't exactly a big secret. His eyes opened a smidge, but he quickly made up for any hesitancy by mouthing at Poe's throat. Maybe even just that little slice of normalcy would be good for him.

Finn did laugh a little at the suggestion, though. "Yeah? You'd like that?" He would like to read or learn something new, maybe new languages or customs that don't belong to humans. Something so so far removed from this life.

But also... just laying in bed, stroking himself for hours waiting for Poe to return. It wasn't a terrible thought. So long as it wasn't on a Star Destroyer... Or maybe even if then. "I'd like it," he decided. "Just thinking about everything you did to me the night before, every promise you made me before you left." Stability. "I would like that."

He knew it was a line. He knew it was. But he couldn’t help but believe it anyway.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he said in a whisper. “I’d be here every night already if I could get away with it. If I could lay with you every time I went to bed...” He got Finn’s fly open but didn’t get any further - content to just leave it open for now.

“Show me,” he murmured. “Show me how you’d wait for me...”

Those words were getting dangerously close to sincere. He would have been torn between melting right there or changing the subject, but Poe was already issuing an order, so he needn't worry. It was all part of the fantasy. One that was going to stick close to Finn's ribs for a while after this, one he really needed to shake.

He pushed his hand into his pants and pulled out his own cock. It wasn't exactly soft, knowing what they were about to get up to, but his worries weren't doing him any favors. He still stroked it slowly, anyway, humming to himself as he kissed along Poe's throat.

"I'd like that," he let himself repeat. "I want it."

Poe’s breathing was starting to come a little hard, his eyes falling to Finn’s lap.

“Go lie down on out bed,” he murmured. He’d only ever called it the bed before.

“Show me. Show me how much you want it.”

Our bed. Finn swallowed hard. This fantasy was going to be the death of him.

Finn stood and slinked on to the bed, as told, still mostly clothed. Though he wiggled around a little, moving his pants lower for better access. Without removing his eyes from Poe, he kept moving his hand slowly over his cock, squeezing a little at the end and taking in mighty breaths to keep himself together.

They'd barely started, but this whole idea was about to be his undoing. "Poe-" he gasped, wondering if they could move this along. The faster it was over with, the faster he could forget this fantasy and pretend that the love and hope in his chest didn't exist.

Poe started breathing hard, watching Finn touch himself, hearing him moan his name.

He groaned, and reached down to gently pull his own cock out of his uniform and give it a long, slow stroke.

“... beautiful,” he murmured, as he stood and slowly moved toward the bed.

“Tell me that you want me,” he whispered quietly as he slid a knee onto the mattress. “Tell me you don’t want anyone else - that you just want me to take you far away from here...”

That-... They shouldn't voice things like that, even in the midst of a sexual fantasy. Especially Poe, who was having enough second thoughts as it was. What if they found out? What if the reconditioned him? Or decommissioned him and sent him away to be what Finn is now? Or worse?

"I want you," he heard himself say instead, voice trembling with the intensity of it. Maybe it was just pretend to him. Maybe the idea of power was hot. Maybe this was okay. "Just you. Always you. We could go far away, out into the Outer Rim, and it'd be just us. Have a whole planet for just us-"

Oh, that- No. He'd skipped over several lines just then, went straight on into talk of defection. He took a deep breath- "Or you could take me away on a Star Destroyer under your command. We could see the galaxy, and you'd make sure no one else would ever touch me." That was... better. Closer to what he should be dreaming of...

"A whole planet just for us," Poe breathed, something like awe in his voice, completely ignoring the bit about the Star Destroyer. He didn't want to be on a Star Destroyer. He wanted - he wanted to be somewhere like Yavin, wanted to take Finn deep into the jungle and never be seen by the Empire again.

He drew himself up alongside Finn's body but didn't touch him, yet. "Keep stroking yourself," he whispered, "As if there was no one on this whole planet but us."

It was a possessive thing, Finn rationalized. Poe wasn't talking literally. He should feel neither hope nor despair because this wasn't what he really meant.

But he tried to imagine it anyway. That this wasn't a hotel room he'd been fucked in a million times but someplace that was theirs. (That thought was going to hurt a lot when another client got this room.) There was no base hardly a mile away. This was no hotel and there was no one else. In fact, they were entirely different people from a totally different time. Just at peace and in love. It was remarkably easy to picture, far more than it should be.

His hand stayed slow as if they had all the time in the galaxy, as if they could do this whenever they wanted. His breath hitched, hand running lower for just a moment before continuing his strokes. "Poe," he muttered, hand reaching for his chest. "I've been waiting for you. There's no one else, there's nothing else here, and I want you."

It would have sounded scripted if not for the wavering in his voice and the plea in his eyes. Just a moment to forget was all he wanted. He'd remember later what he really was to Poe and how weak he was to think differently and beg, but that was later.

It was a lot slower and softer than they usually played this - though Poe often liked an edge of softness, it wasn't anything like this before.

He felt his heart thump hard, doing a little flip, and he drew in closer to reach out and wrap his hand around Finn's, slowly pumping his cock.

"I want you so much," he echoed back, his voice like gravel - rough and raw. He pulled his own cock free of his uniform and started stroking it himself. "Show me-- Show me how much you want me, Finn--"

Maybe Poe was the only one on this planet- in this galaxy that Finn wanted but not like this. It wasn't really the sex. It was the paid sex, the reminder that this was all he was and none of it was real. It could almost feel like something different, though. That they were partners and Poe was just giving him his share of the pay and they were meeting again after a long day at war and- and-

The point: He didn't want Poe's cock. He wanted Poe, all of him.

He surged forward, hand wrapping around the back of his head, stealing a deep kiss. It was as passionate and full of love as he could possibly make it. He'd feel like such a fool later.

He wasn’t expecting it.

He’d kissed Finn before, of course. On impulse, mostly, but sometimes ordered. Sometimes he just wanted to taste his own cum in Finn’s mouth, and sometimes he wanted to pretend Finn loves him. But the other man never asked, never initiated.

Until now.

There were a couple of seconds of stunned silence before Poe’s chest tightened so sharply he almost felt choked. He surged forward, wrapping his limbs tightly around Finn as he kissed back. There was a desperation in it, a yearning, and he did not let go. Not for anything.

He knew it was an act, even if he couldn’t convince his heart it was. For that brief, beautiful moment, it felt real.

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