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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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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.

The slick was never far in these rooms. His hand flailed off to the side table, searching blindly for a drawer to open. He wasn't thinking about anything in their present situation other than Poe's hand on him, a gesture he was surprised to still find this intimate.

His hand wrapped around a bottle before he knew it, quickly trying to shove it into Poe's hands. Between this job and knowing when Poe was the most likely client to pick him up, Finn was already half prepared from a while ago.

"Mine," he echoed belatedly, really not used to that, so much so that it took a long moment before he realized what was said. Instead of him belonging to all of these people, Poe wanted to belong to him. His hands threaded into Poe's hair before repeating more firmly, "Mine."

The fingers curling in his hair made a shiver run down his spine and Poe groaned lowly. He didn't let go of Finn's cock - still stroking him - and he fumbling with the other hand to get the bottle open, and too pour some of the cool liquid onto the heated skin of his cock. He felt like he was on fire, and he couldn't quite understand it. It had never been like this.

He finally let go of Finn's cock, but just so he could raise the man's hips into a better position and then line himself up. He didn't push in, just yet, leaning down to steal a clumsy kiss, utterly overwhelmed.

"Yours," he promised again, just as he started pushing - pressure building against that tight right of muscle as he pressed the head of his cock against it. But between the lubricant and Finn's well worked body, the resistance didn't last for long, and suddenly the head slipped inside, pulling a surprised grunt from his lips.

Finn grunted from the intrusion, arching against Poe as the rest of the world whited out. It took a moment before he realized Poe was inside of him and another for him to adjust to the feeling. It seemed like far too long before he was able to breathe again.

"Kiss me," he gasped before he could hold his tongue. He wasn't supposed to give out the orders in this dynamic, but something about it made him feel braver, more able to do something so risky. And he didn't take it back either.

He didn’t give the order even a second thought before he was obeying - leaning down to trap Finn’s lips in a deep, yearning kiss.

Usually when they fucked - and that was really the only word that could be used for it - it was a quick affair. Poe would demand Finn fucked himself on Poe’s cock and the whore would do it, seemingly happily.

This was nothing like that.

He moaned into Finn’s mouth as he finally came to a halt, cock buried balls deep in Finn’s hot, tight body. He didn’t make any demands and he didn’t rush it - he just deepened the kiss and held himself there, utterly buried.

“Far away,” he whispered into Finn’s mouth. “Going to take you far, far away—“

Finn's breath stopped and his body froze. Just for that split second, he really believed Poe. The second after, he remembered why that promise wasn't a good one.

Another beat and he remembered their roles. He was lying.

Finn finally allowed himself to breathe again, eyes squeezing tightly shut. His arms and legs pulled at Poe, trying to make them be closer together. "I want it," he said honestly to the lie, so honest that he was struggling to keep himself together for this. "Poe, I want- More than anything-"

Just a fantasy. All he was there for.

It was a fantasy. A fantasy he desperately wanted, but a fantasy none-the-less. He fell into it easily, and he moved inside Finn like he was making love to him.

Because he was.

When the were both sated and spent, he collapsed - cock still buried inside Finn as he slumped onto his chest, breathing hard, the experience far more intense in a far stranger way than it ever had been before.

He was silent for a long time, just letting his body slowly wind down and breath, before he finally murmured: "... I'll find a way, Finn. I promise. Just... just hold on until then."

Finn wished he was dazed out of his mind right now. He was breathing heavy, his own seed sticky and still warm between them, staring up at the ceiling. What they just did was... wonderful, beautiful, a gift, but-

He blinked when Poe spoke, and it all suddenly seemed more like reality. Even if it was a fantasy, Finn figured he should play his role. "That's a dangerous promise, Poe," he said in a firm voice he very rarely used with clients.

Made it seem real, though, and that's what Poe wanted. Because this couldn't be real.

"Like everything I do isn't already dangerous," Poe muttered, before grunting a little and pulling back - slumping onto his side next to Finn rather than on top of him.

"I risk everything every time we go on a mission, and for what? Nothing." He frowned up at the ceiling and idly scratched his chest. "... You're basically the only thing that keeps me together, sometimes, you know that?"

He didn't answer to that. How could he? What would he say? It was hardly farfetched to hear that this was the better part of Poe's day, but to risk his life for it? Finn's heart ached.

So after a very long moment, he swallowed and tried to respond. "It's a war. Wars end. You're a good pilot. I've seen you on drills before. You're so good that... maybe you can survive? Until the end?" At this point, Finn's survival depended almost entirely on luck. Poe was different. Poe was in a position that he could still mostly rely on his skills. That wasn't something to take for granted.

"What you're talking about-... If they knew you even thought about it-... Even like this, it's dangerous." Even just a fantasy, he meant. Fantasies have a way of sinking in, building hope. The Order didn't like hope.

So much for pretending this was fake, though.

"It's not going to end. Even if we will, I'll be running sorties to keep everyone under our boot heel until the end of time."

He twisted around with a grunt until he was on his side, facing Finn, his voice dropping.

"If I could do it. If I found us a way out. Would you go?"

Maybe the Order wouldn't win, Finn wanted to suggest. If the Republic or Resistance succeeded, though, they'd both likely be killed.

Saying any of that wouldn't matter, though. Poe had asked him a question, and Finn couldn't ignore it. He licked his lips, eyes looking towards Poe's general direction but not remotely at him. "There isn't a way out."

He'd tried. At least, he had very vague memories of trying, enough to know they were real. His hand rubbed at his eyes. "Poe, you're going to get yourself killed."

"I'm already a dead man walking," he murmured quietly. "There has to be a way out. I'm not - I would never do anything to get you hurt, Finn. I swear."

He was getting nervous, though, and he reached out and took Finn's hand to grip it tightly, pulling it away from Finn's face.

"Would you come?"

"I-" Of course, he would.

Finn let out a hard breath and roughly turned on his side to face him. "I do want it - I want that planet away from everything, I want it with you - but the only thing I want more is for you to survive. If they found out you were talking like this- If they caught you trying-... There are worse things than death. I couldn't keep going knowing they were hurting you like that because you tried to get us- get us to that stupid planet. You're not worth it."

His voice broke at the end there, but at least he was saying it with the full knowledge that Poe was potentially a spy trying to gauge Finn's loyalty. Being punished was worth it on the chance he was telling the truth.

If Poe wanted to leave, couldn't he just fly away while on mission? Taking Finn along would be too much a risk...

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