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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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"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.

Those few, frozen seconds made Finn second guess everything. He'd done wrong. Poe would want someone else and it'd- But the anxiety-riddled paranoia didn't last very long. When Poe kissed back, he could hardly think at all.

Finn had let go himself to wrap his arms around Poe and hold him as close as possible. It didn't mean the same to Poe, it couldn't, but Finn couldn't help the surge of companionship and warmth in his heart. For this moment, even if it was pretend, Poe loved him. He couldn't remember ever being loved before.

And the last thing he needed right now was to start crying.

He squeezed his eyes shut hard, scratching into Poe's back and arching his body against his, just to filter the emotions out a different way.

He could feel the nails digging in against his shirt, but he didn't care. All his focus was on that desperate kiss, igniting something in him he'd almost long thought dead.

He was overcome with the sudden, urgent desire to confess everything. To confess his tangled, deep feelings about the man, about the dreams he barely allowed himself to give voice to. About running away together, about being the only thing in the other's universe, of saving each other--

He only managed to get himself to stop by telling himself that this was still just an act. A hell of a good one, an impressive one, but Finn was just giving him what he knew he needed. He was good at his job. It wasn't about Poe.

He swallowed thickly as he bit off the kiss, taking a deep breath and meeting Finn's eyes with a searching gaze. As if he could find a spark of truth somewhere between them when he knew there was none to find.

He was fooling himself.

But he so desperately wanted it to work.

Finn gasped in deep, unsteady breaths when Poe pulled away. He expected things to move on and he could forget about that intimate moment for a while. At least until he could be alone.

Instead, Poe looked at him, eyes ticking back and forth, searching. All at once, Finn realized that the other had been sincere. Whether it was because he really cared or he was trying to latch on to someone he thought cared didn't really matter. He was searching for that spark in someone he just talked about defecting with.

Finn wanted it. So much so that he knew his eyes betrayed him. There was a lot of naked hope and love in his gaze that he could never hope to hide. The bad part was that... they'd never make it. Poe would be the one to suffer, leaving Finn to be shipped to another base or disposed of if they knew his involvement. They might presume Poe to be a spy, though, and it'd be so much worse for him.

"Oh, sweetheart," he gasped beneath his breath, one hand gently and shakingly moving Poe's hair from his face. They would destroy him.

Finn had called him pet names before, usually in the throws of passion, or the cool down afterwards. But never with that rawness, never with that plain emotion etched in his face. Poe felt something lodge itself in his throat, tight around his windpipe, and for a couple seconds he couldn't breathe.

Then he surged forward to take a crushing, claiming kiss, his forehead still tingling where Finn's fingers had brushed it.

He should dissuade this. Kick Poe out of the bed or at least pretend to. He'd get in trouble later about it, but at least Poe would think there'd be no reason to try defecting. At least, not where Finn was concerned.

But he couldn't. He wanted that dream and he wanted Poe and he couldn't.

His hands lightly scratched over Poe's scalp, his chest fit to bursting, trying to pretend that this was still some sort of sexual fantasy. But he didn't feel like a worker anymore. For the first time he could recall, he felt like a lover. "I want you," he gasped between this kiss and the next, unsure if he was saying that because it was true or because they needed to go back to how things were. "Please."

He'd almost forgotten entirely what he was here for. I want you, Finn said, and Poe couldn't help but hear it as 'Take me far, far away'. It took several seconds for his brain to grasp what Finn meant, despite the fact that he was already rock hard. Despite the fact that his fly was down and his cock was pressing firmly against Finn's thigh.

That surge of hope had pressed everything else from his mind.

But it didn't take long for that desperate need to be touched flooded back in - sweeter, sharper now with the hope laced through it. He pulled back for only a second, just enough to shed the rest of his clothes quickly and haphazardly. Usually he was pretty efficient, but now he just tore them off in whatever way his hands found them.

He surged back to Finn's lips, taking another deep, claiming kiss as he slotted their bodies together, cocks pressed together and wedged between their bodies as he wrapped his arms tightly around Finn and rolled his hips.

Finn's shirt came off when Poe offered him the moment. That was all he was able to remove, though, not that he much cared for the rest. He just wanted to feel Poe's warmth against his skin like this, feel some of that deep, in-grained pleasure he got from the rare times they just held each other.

It felt a lot less like the dirty, quick sex they usually do, too.

(But it was still sex, the back of his mind would say later. Poe was still paying him for sex and a moment's worth of faux-love. He was no different from the rest, not really.)

But right now, he gasped loudly and clutched at Poe's back, hips rolling forward in an answer. "Please, I want you-" He wasn't even entirely sure what he was asking for. "Poe-"

"I'm yours," he promised roughly, his voice a low whispered against Finn's mouth. He pulled back his hips only so that he could get his hands between them, tear away the rest of the fabric. Finally utterly bear, he took Finn's cock in hand and stroked it warmly.

"Slick," he said, a demand and a question at the same time. Because he needed to be in Finn more than he ever had before.

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