lina_musebox

;poe

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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The stillness was welcome, and Finn closed to his eyes to focus on Poe's body against his and what physical limits still separated them. It wasn't all that much, in the grand scheme of things. He could even continue pretending that they'd stay more or less like this even after... whatever would happen.

Poe's voice didn't really interrupt the calm, and Finn adjusted to accommodate him. He took a slow, deep kiss, hand tangled in Poe's hair to keep them together.

It was exactly what he needed, and his eyes slid shut as he melted into Finn's kiss. The rest of his thoughts fell away - the fluttering birds finally completely still.

It was okay. It was all going to be okay. They were together, whatever happened. They could face the rest of it.

"I love you," he murmured against Finn's lips, fingers curling into he fabric still on the man's waist.

He sighed against Poe's lips, hands rubbing down along his torso until he found his waistband again.

"I love you, too," Finn murmured back, taking another kiss as pulled the fabric down, trying to find more skin to press against.

He shifted his hips, unwilling to break the kiss but helping as much as he could, while slowly tugging at Finn's clothes, as well.

They would be quite a sight, now, for anyone to walk in on - Poe pushing Finn's pants down to his ankles with his feet, grinding against each other on a board room table in the middle of an apocalypse. But Poe didn't care. He didn't care about anything other than the man pressed against him.

He deepened the kiss, splaying his hands over Finn's back, fingers curling against his spine, slowly moving towards to cup the curves of his ass, and pull him closer against him.

Finn wasn't even thinking about the sight they must be making. He was focusing on nothing save for getting as close to Poe as possible. Anything outside of this moment didn't matter anymore.

He shivered from the hand on his spine, hips grinding down into Poe's. This was all he wanted, though he did push the rest of Poe's clothes away, finally pressing skin to skin at every point.

Finn sighed and kissed him again.

He'd grown softer as they talked, but Finn's quiet sigh, his hips grinding down - that had Poe back at full mast very quickly.

He didn't seem to be urgently trying to get anywhere, though. Despite the fact that his body was grinding back up against Finn, despite the fact that he could feel that desperate desire curling in his gut, there was another, stronger one.

He just wanted to be here. He just wanted to feel Finn against him. Never wanted to stop kissing him.

Finn felt much the same. His hard cock pressing against Poe seemed so far down on his list of things that were important right now.

He still shivered with desire, though, body wanting to fulfill that desire but he was in no rush to so. He already had what he needed.

That didn't really stop Finn from moaning into, enjoying the contact without any horrid thoughts getting in his way.

The moan made a shiver run down his spine, as Poe slowly rolled his hips - almost unthinkingly. Almost subconsciously. His body chasing that desire even as his mind was far too focused on Finn's lips.

But the slight roll shifted their positions, and as his hips moved against Finn's, the lengths of their cocks lined up against each other, rubbing as he moved. He groaned lowly, eyes fluttering closed, unable to ignore how good that felt.

Finn's hips were already moving in slow circles, almost turning into thrusts but not quite, before Poe ramped up the pleasure. He could feel satisfaction crackle beneath his skin even as he wanted more. More of everything, not just this.

"I love you," he gasped breathlessly into another kiss, his hips rolling harder even though he stayed slow. A hand moved between them, seeking to grasp them both and give them what they wanted.

Poe let out a surprised groan as he felt Finn's hand wrap around them both, his fingers digging into Finn's back.

"Finn--" He gasped, but--

He heard the screams, first, the lifting joy in his heart instantly snuffed out. He gripped Finn hard, hugging him close, as the world around them suddenly erupted. The wall across the room was torn free, disintigrating as it went. He grit his teeth and hugged Finn firmly, defiance etching into his features.

"I love you," He said, far more loudly that before, but even then it was hardly audible over the screeching of tearing stone. "I love you, Finn, I--"

And then it was black.

For a second, he felt nothing. He could still think, but he couldn't feel anything. Even the solid weight of Finn against him was gone. The feel of air, the breath in his lungs, his body around him - nothing. He was nothing.

And then, as soon as it had happened--

WHUMP!

He landed hard enough to wind him, and instantly started coughing, even as he heard another WHUMP directly beside him.

The screams pulled him right out of their perfect bubble, the end of the world happening in a much louder, scarier way than he had previously thought. He glanced once at the walls tearing away before burying his face back into Poe's neck and holding him as tight as possible. He could hear the words. Only barely, but he could hear them.

Even in the all-encompassing silence, he was sure he could still hear it.

He came to with a hard cough, realizing that the landing hadn't been something he'd just made up. The sand was rough and real beneath him, oxygen stretching his very real lungs.

And Poe right there beside him.

Finn tried to talk, yell his whole name out just like he'd done on D'Qar eons ago, but it was still a little difficult to breathe without coughing. Instead, he pushed himself up and got his hands on Poe's arms, trying to make sure he was okay.

He also realized the ring was still on his hand.

Somehow... they were here.

Poe coughed again, trying to sit up when he felt something grasp his arms and he forced his eyes open.

"Finn?" He asked, sounding utterly confused, but he coughed again and then blinked in the blazing sunlight.

"-- what-- where are we?"

Poe was alive. They were alive.

Finn blinked down at him a few times before looking around and trying to gather their surroundings. "Beach," he answered, coughing once before getting his bearing again. "The ocean. I don't know where."

He even looked up at the sky, wondering if he'd see moons or rings or anything to tell them whether this was or wasn't Earth.

"Are we dead?" He asked dumbly. Look, he didn't know what living in the Force felt like. Maybe it felt like being on a beach...??

It looked like any beach on Earth, though. In fact it almost looked like a beach in Florida near the bunker where they'd been. Poe groaned and forced himself to his feet, suddenly very aware that he was naked.

"Uh--" Probably not dead, then? He reached down to offer Finn a hand up. "Okay I have a lot of questions but I'm pretty sure we can't answer them."

"I don't think we're dead," he answered, taking Poe's hand and lifting himself up, too.

He didn't feel dead. He was breathing and aching and there was sand in places he'd rather they not be. But if he was alive, then the sand can be wherever it damn well pleased.

Actually, he was fairly certain they were really, really alive.

"We're not dead," he said again, a grin starting to form on his face. They aren't dead! And they're together! "What happened?" he asks happily, looking goofy as hell and not caring at all.

“Yeah, see, that falls into ‘the many questions I have that we can’t answer’,” Poe teases him, knocking with a friendly elbow before looking around.

“My only guess is Lachesis... she must have managed to get us to a new world.”

"This isn't Earth?" he asks, knowing Poe knows as much as he does. Finn looks around, unsure, and doesn't wait for an answer. "We can't be the only ones. Other people have to be somewhere."

He wonders... if everyone else would also be naked. Like maybe clothes didn't carry over and they won't be the only people walking around like this. But he still has the ring, so that's not... likely.

They'll deal with that later. He'll also ask more about this ring later, old uncertainties threating to raise their heads again.

"Okay-" Ignoring all of that, they were still alive and together and didn't miss a moment of each other. "Okay, we won't find answers or people on this beach." No matter how nice it is and how grateful he is for its very existence, they need to move along. Hopefully, they had a lot more time to linger around now.

“Well— it isn’t our Earth. But it might be an Earth.”

He noticed Finn’s fingers fidgeting and felt a flood of relief when he saw the ring. His heart clenches and he grabbed Finn’s hand to press a warm kiss to his knuckles. And the ring.

“Yeah. Okay. Figure out where the hell we are, find some clothes, go from there?”

He had paused when Poe kissed his knuckles, his smile too warm and relieved to even think of replying for a moment. He wanted to ask and make sure that Poe meant everything he said, that it wasn't just desperation and loneliness.

But he couldn't. It wasn't fair to ask if Poe did mean it. He didn't want to know if Poe didn't.

So instead, he took a step closer and wrapped Poe in a tight hug. "Sounds like a plan," he muttered against him with a big smile, threatening to start crying again. But no, not now. C'mon, Finn. He pulled away and grabbed Poe's hand. "All right. We can do this," he said, starting to walk basically aimlessly but further inland.

After wandering naked for an hour, they finally ran into some humans who immediately started yelling about Nazi spies and took them into custody. No clothes and two hours later, the army showed up, but the spy conspiracy was quickly debunked, and a debriefing began. It turned out they weren’t the only imPorts who had suddenly appeared scattered around the East Coast, and though they all had strange stories, the story was pretty much the same. And clearly none of them had come from the Nazi-controlled moon.

They were clothed and fed and stuffed into a hotel complete with an armed guard. Poe had tried to ask who else had turned up but they weren’t willing to entrust him with that information, despite his protestations that he was in the Air Force. It turned out they were a slightly special case in that they were the only ones to turn up naked, which Poe had turned bright red while bluntly explaining what they’d been doing at the end of the world, and had managed to make a few of the officers blush at the same time. There had been a little snickering, but mostly it was just uncomfortable.

Poe had stubbornly held Finn’s hand for basically the entire time.

He only dropped it once they were shown into their hotel room, a guard put outside their door, but now in relative peace.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Okay. Okay, that could have gone better, but it could have gone a hell of a lot worse.”

Finn didn't feel right about complaining since they were still alive. Yet, it could definitely be a lot better. Between being taken prisoner, questioned by the military, and not knowing the fate of their friends, he was pretty sure the worst part was when Poe explained the reason they had no clothes.

Also, he wasn't too thrilled about the guard outside. The man seemed nice enough. That wasn't the problem. Finn still kind of felt like a prisoner.

But they were alive.

"We'll figure more out tomorrow," he answered with a sigh, exhausted but strung tight on nerves and adrenaline. It had been... a long day. At least he had a little smile on his face. "But, yeah. Could have been worse." He wasn't thinking about all the ways it was almost worse. He was thinking about their incredible luck.

"Guess we stayed together after all."

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“I told you that we would,” Poe replied easily, as if he had arranged it himself; padding around the room and checking all the corners of it, as if looking for something. But whatever he was looking for, he didn’t find, and he let out a satisfied sigh as he flopped down on one of the beds.

“I knew we would.” Okay, apparently all that fear he’d felt? Completely replaced by smug bravado now. Sorry Finn. “But yeah. We can figure the rest out tomorrow.”

He figured Poe was checking to see if the room was bugged. It was a possibility that flitted through Finn's mind, too, but doubtful seeing as this was a seemingly random hotel. He still managed to relax a little more when Poe apparently deemed it safe.

Finn was happy with smug bravado. It was better than everything else that came before. So he smiled happily and moved closer, flopping on to the bed, too, so that he could curl around... his lover. Husband still? Whatever. They hadn't talked about it all yet, and Finn kind of didn't want to.

So he held Poe tight, resting his head on his shoulder. "I'm glad you were right." He wished he could say that he never doubted Poe but it wouldn't be honest.

Dammit, he needed to ask. He needed to make sure. It all seemed to be okay, they held hands the whole day, but he- It- Okay. Okay, he can just do it in a joking manner or something. That was fine. "You think marriage carries over, too?"

Smooth, Finn.

“Hmmmm...” Poe frowned, his brow knitting in overly-contemplative thought.

“I’m not sure about that,” he decided solemnly, pushing up on one elbow so Finn was forced to slide off his shoulder and onto the bed, before Poe shifted into his side to look down at him. He looked very very solemn. Too solemn. Over acting at its finest.

“I think I’d better ask again, just to make sure it sticks,” he continued, unable to keep up the facade, a lopsided grin breaking through. He leaned down to press a kiss to Finn’s lips, a little difficult when he was smiling like that. “Will you marry me, Finn?”

Finn's heart twinged painfully, but, other than his face falling initially, he tried hard not to show it. He didn't even notice the overacting, his mind thinking through everything he'd already said and feeling entirely like a hopeless fool.

But Poe continued and smiled at him and kissed him and-

Finn tackled him, flipping their positions a little too roughly until he was the one on top. "Don't scare me like that!" Though he meant it seriously, the words hardly seemed like a threat when he was smiling so wide, relief pumping through his blood.

He laughed, going a little crazy from the entire situation. "Yeah, Dameron. I'll marry you. Bad jokes and all."

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