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It was a completely unexpected gift - but not one the Resistance could turn down. A huge derelict ship - floating in space from the Old Republic - and scans had indicated it was stocked full of ammo and supplies. The perishables were a lost cause, but there were so few of them that they needed to scavenge everything they could get, and there was a possibility even for a couple fighters in the sealed hangar bay, so it was worth a shot.

They couldn't spare a huge team, though - so it was just Poe and Finn and BB-8 that carefully flew into the open, empty port hangar.

"Stay with the ship, buddy," Poe told the droid as they climbed out, blasters in hand. It was dark, but the life support system was still functioning. Poe walked over to a command panel on the far wall and flicked the light on. So far, nothing strange. Just weirdly quiet, but that wasn't a surprise.

"Alright, you all set? Let's see what we can scramble up."

Finn was so unsure about this ship. Yeah, it could have been evacuated for some now-harmless reason years ago, but he wasn't ready to put his money on it yet. This was a huge gift, and nothing came for free. Not something like this, anyway.

"It's a big ship. If anyone's hiding out, they might not even know we're here... No life signs picked up, right?" If anything significant did, like actual beings, he knew Poe would have mentioned it already. He was just being twitchy and shook his head. "Sorry. You wanna take point? I wouldn't doubt that you know you're way around already."

Finn felt better watching their backs, anyway.

"BB-8 picked up some trace signals, but he said they looked more like plants or something like that - nothing big and nothing moving. Plants would explain the atmosphere, though." The Oxygen, he meant, though as he was saying it, he noticed it almost tasted sweet, too.

"Alright, I'll take point. Make sure to let me know if you need me to hold up." He didn't wait for confirmation before leading them in deeper.

It was somehow a lot less creepier than he'd expected. He'd been half worried about finding bodies, but it seemed like most of the evacuation pods were missing : they just have gotten out alive.

As they moved deeper, the air kept getting sweeter, until Poe was actually wetting his lips to taste it. Almost like fruit...

The fact about plants actually made him relax a little. An oxygen generator couldn't have worked this long without help (so he assumed), but if the thing was creating its own little ecosystem, then there was that much less of a chance other beings had been on board recently.

The last thing he expected was the smell. That taste in the air. Was it the plants putting off that scent? Living in Star Destroyers for most of his life kinda got him acquainted with life in space but this sweet scent wasn't part of it. It smelled good, so maybe it was the plants. A type of fruit or something.

But Finn's list of plant-based food items was rather short. "Do you recognize that?" he asked quietly, a part of him not wanting to disturb the quiet, and looked to Poe's back. In these lights, the pilot seemed to glow, every angle of him in sharp contrast against the dull walls of the ship. He'd already forgotten what he'd asked, caught up in staring at the line of Poe's neck.

Then he blinked hard and shook his head. Daydream on base, he told himself. Not on missions.

"What, the smell?" Poe asked, pausing at the door to the next room to look around.

"No idea. Fruit, maybe?" Across the room he could see a few vines snaking down the wall, glowing a soft bioluminescent blue.

"Well there's our plants, I think."

He wet his lips, swallowing, before turning to look back at Finn. "We should--" be he stopped dead, absolutely losing his train of thought when he saw the beautiful figure the other man cut. He'd always thought Finn was attractive, but --

He caught himself staring and cleared his throat.

"I don't - uh - don't see anything useful in this room."

In an effort to keep his eyes on the mission, Finn had been looking at the vines on the wall. Plants glow? That can't be good, right? So long as they didn't bother it, he reasoned everything should be fine.

But his line of sight did find Poe when the other man stumbled over his words, his mind finding itself right back in the clouds. It wasn't that he hadn't known this entire time that Poe looked good - he somehow managed to always look good - but he was suddenly more than that. Whether it was the angle or the lighting or what, Poe looked otherworldly. He looked incredible. Finn had the sudden urge to reach out and touch his arm, shoulder, neck- Just to see if he was real.

But then Poe cleared his throat, breaking the moment, and Finn shook his head again. "We should keep going," he agreed, hoping Poe didn't notice how strange he was acting. Taking a step towards the doorway was a chore in and of itself, but then he looked back at Poe to see if he wanted to keep leading and- Well, there went his head again. It was too hard to look away, his breath catching in his chest, that sweetness almost suffocating.

"Yeah, we should..." Poe agreed, only half paying attention as he tried not to stare and failed. He turned half away, finally managing to drag his eyes, but was I just him or was it starting to feel like the tropics in here? Absentmindedly, he pulled down the zipper of his flight suit as he forced himself to keep walking.

"Sorry, I, uh-- getting distracted, I guess--"

"No, you're fine." The reply was automatic while Finn stared holes into the floor.

The zipper. The zipper. Did he have to do that? The sound alone was enough to make Finn's thoughts spiral into territory he probably shouldn't be prancing in. But he'd also caught a glimpse of the action and now visions of his hands pulling the zipper lower, his hands getting under the flight suit and peeling it away were flashing through his mind.

A shake of his head and a deep breath didn't help this time. His brain was swimming in images of Poe in infinite states of undress, and then there was the heat. Was it the ship or just his blushing? Another look at the back of Poe's neck lead him to stop caring. Before he could stop himself, Finn marched a little closer, closing some of the distance, not even realizing he was doing it.

"Think whatever plants are in here must have changed the climate," Poe said, pulling off the top of his flight suit and tying it around his waist. It didn't make him feel any cooler, though. He was doing his best to ignore Finn getting closer, but even without looking at him, he could feel the man approach, and it made his skin tingle. He swallowed, roughly. Get a fucking hold of yourself, Dameron.

"BB-8 didn't pick up any toxins in his sweep, though, so we're probably fine--" He stopped at the next doorway and reached out for the control panel, but didn't quite get there. His head was swimming and instead he used a hand to brace the doorway. He didn't want to move. He wanted an excuse for Finn to come closer. He wanted--

Get a grip on yourself, Dameron!

Under normal circumstances, the lack of toxins in the air would have been an overwhelming relief. However, Finn was far too distracted with- with-

Poe doing that with his flight suit was always enough to make Finn pause for half a second. Today, it made his heart slam against his chest. Instead of being upset he removed more clothing, Finn found himself waiting with bated breath to see what Poe would take off next. But now he could see the full line of his throat, the cut of his shoulders, his bare arms. The instinct to reach for him was hard to drive down.

But what alarm was left in Finn brought him up short when Poe braced against the doorway. "Hey, you-" Touch was an everyday occurence between them, but his hand on Poe's shoulder now felt like a livewire. He should... probably let go and move away but- well-... His hand moved lower down the arm, seeking bare skin, forgetting for a moment that he'd been worried at all.

His heart leapt into his throat, chest tightening, fluttering, and Poe finally clued into the fact that something Very Weird was going on. He forced himself to swallow it down, try to get his pulse rate to lower, but every time he tried to think about what was happening, his mind would wander off.

Finn's hand felt like a brand on his skin.

He was in trouble.

"Finn--" His voice was lower, huskier, but he couldn't help it. "I think we -- we need to go back, something's not--" But he cut off, because he'd forced himself to turn around and he caught full view of the man standing before him, and it took his breath away. Finn had always been beautiful. Always. From the very first second he'd taken off that stormtrooper helmet. But Poe was usually pretty good about keeping his mind on the mission, and not on the fullness of Finn's lips or the slight glisten of moisture--

He was moving before he even realised what he was doing, surging forward to take a hard, desperate kiss from those perfect lips.

Poe felt it, too? It wasn't just him? There was a mere second of rational thought taking control - planning out contacting BB-8 and getting each other back to the ship - but the mindset vanished just as quickly. Poe's eyes were deep, endless, and he didn't mind getting lost in them. He had probably even been leaning forwards but now he didn't know or care.

The breath was knocked from his lungs, feet stumbling back to withstand the impact. With hands gripping at Poe's clothes, pressing into the other's back, pushing him as close against his body as possible, Finn used the momentum to turn and push Poe against the wall. It was either that or fall, really. Not that falling was a worry in his head right now.

He kissed back hard, flat against him, cock throbbing, mind lit with nothing but Poe Dameron.

Poe grunted as he was pinned, but barely missed a beat, one arm sliding up over Finn's shoulder and wrapping around him to drag him closer, pressing his heated body right up against him. The state of his arousal became very obvious very quickly, and he couldn't stop himself from grinding his hips in against the hardness he could feel at Finn's groin.

His brain tried to interject - tried to interrupt - but all it managed was to get out a feeble: "Finn--" before deepening the kiss with a burning hunger, thrusting his tongue deep.

He wanted to say that he couldn't help it - he wanted to say that they should call BB-8 - but instead his free hand was pulling open Finn's jacket. He needed to feel skin and he needed it now.

Finn groaned against Poe's tongue, the moment physically overwhelming. There was a piece of him, the part yelling about the novelty of this finally happening, that was attempting to raise a red flag. And he could see the flag clear as anything but continued to bat it down over and over. If ignoring his instincts for once meant this, then there was no contest.

It wasn't like Poe was giving him a lot of time to think about it, anyway. Finn might as well have been thrusting into Poe's hips for all of the excitement thrumming through him. He sucked on Poe's tongue and quickly did away with the jacket the other man was pawing at. His hands just as quickly pulled Poe's shirt up and tried to push the flight suit down, not sure how that worked and not caring anymore.

All he wanted was to feel Poe against him. And maybe hear his name like that a few more times. He would have spoken if he wasn't so concerned with the kiss and a total disregard for oxygen.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Poe knew they had a mission to complete. That this was distracting at best and worrying at worst. But that part of his mind was barely functioning and was quickly ignored in the face of how fucking perfect this felt. He squirmed to loosen the tied off flight suit at his hips, shimmying slightly to force it to slide down his thighs. It wasn't an easy maneuver, considering that Poe refused to break the kiss.

Finn's jacket was discarded, and Poe was already pulling his shirt up, spreading a warm palm over heatsed skin.

He hissed at the unexpected contact on his stomach and chest, finally letting go of the kiss to gulp down more of the sweet air.

This wasn't right, a small part of him thought as he started nipping at Poe's jaw. They were on a mission. Neither he or Poe ever got this... distracted on a mission. It wasn't right for either of them. And this- this- They weren't like this. With each other. Finn has thought about it, dreamed, wanted, but never- The air wasn't right here.

But Poe's skin tasted just as sweet against his tongue as he kissed and groaned his way down the other's neck, getting his knee between Poe's legs so he could feel him. His hands roamed across Poe's stomach, down to his hips, searching for skin and holding tight.

Poe let out a choked moan, rolling his hips to grind his cock against the firm curve of Finn's thigh, with absolutely no self conciousness. His back arched, chin tilting up to bare his neck as his fingers fumbled for Finn's fly. He needed this, his body told him, clear as day. He needed this, he needed Finn, nothing else mattered--

Except it did. The mission. The supplies. He tried to force his thoughts toward them and couldn't. "The supplies--" he started, trying to fight it, but it broke off in a shuddering pant as he heel of his palm brushed against the firm length of Finn's trapped cock.

"Force, Finn--"

The supplies could wait. They'd been drifting through space for decades. What was a few more minutes? Or, well, they were alone out here. Why just a few minutes? Why- His breath stuttered at the hand on his cock.

"Poe." He ground against the hand, his own continuing the search until his fingers caught the shaft of Poe's, wanting him to feel good, wanting to feel him.

But those damn red flags were in his face again. Poe knew this wasn't like them, he knew this was odd. There was something wrong here. But Poe's hand was- Dammit! "I want you. I want-" Maybe he could get across how badly he needed Poe now and worry about the weird stuff later? He growled, sucking on his throat, trying to ignore all of those damn flags.

"I know," Poe said, the words rough and low and broken with a moan as he pressed himself harder against Finn's hand, as his own pushed under fabric to fully grasp the hard heat.

"I know, me too -- me too, Finn, so badly--" He was pushing the fabric of Finn's clothes roughly down, his other hand pulling free Finn's cock to stroke it with something near to desperation. "I've wanted you--" but he cut off as his his body shuddered with need.

He was too distracted to see the slow, deliberate movement of something across the room. Bioluminescent vines carefully snaking their way across the floor towards them.

He was so lost he probably wouldn't be able to care even if he saw them.

The words just made him buck against Poe's hand, a whine escaping his throat from needing more now. Poe wants. Poe's wanted. "I need you," he tried to say before taking his lips again. Right now, Finn's biggest decision was to either keep kissing him or let him keep talking. It was ridiculously hard to choose, especially since his brain wasn't working.

But it was working enough to wrap his hand around Poe's cock and jerk, finally getting him free of the clothes. Why were they even wearing so many clothes? His hand had to pull up Poe's shirt again just to feel his chest.

A vine brushed against his leg, and Finn decided to release Poe's lips to take a look. It was just a plant, though, and that was hardly on his radar of concerns at the moment. Yes, it was weird. It was really weird and probably something to be worried about, but his mouth found the hollow of Poe's throat. "Talk to me. Want to hear you. Need you-" He was cut off by a groan as he thrust against Poe's hand, sucking again at his throat to stake another claim.

Poe took the kiss with a desperate hunger, groaning into Finn's mouth as Finn finally, finally stroked him. He was tearing and pulling at clothes wherever he found them, because seriously, they should not be wearing clothes, right now--

He made a frustrated complaint of a noise as Finn pulled his lips away, but wasted no time - falling to his throat instead, kissing and sucking and biting every inch of flesh he could get a hold of. He didn't noticed the vine, even as it brushed past his ankle. He just thought it was some of their discarded clothes. Besides, he'd just been given a mission.

"I need you, Finn," Poe groaned as he found Finn's ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth. He shifted his grip on Finn's cock so that he could wrap his hand around them both, sliding their cocks together with every stroke. "I've needed you from the moment I met you, I've wanted you so badly, I thought I'd never-- you're so damn gorgeous --"

He gasped and panted against Poe's throat, thrusting in time with the strokes. His own hand was still there, refusing to move aside from holding on to Poe's hand instead, making the circuit around them a little firmer. But his own touch hardly mattered what with Poe touching him, Poe's cock pressed against his own. It was maddening, and he could feel himself unraveling rather quickly.

And then there was that wanted word again. Poe's wanted this. He's needed this like Finn's needed this. And gorgeous!? Like, what? "You're beautiful. You're so beautiful. You're gorgeous. You're amazing. I love- I need- Poe." He bit into his neck, thrusting hard, on the edge, a vine moving up his thigh.

"Finn--," Poe gasped as teeth sunk into his neck and he bucked into their hands, stroking a little too fast as he couldn't help but chase that pleasure he could feel mounting. "Finn--" he tried again, something brushing across his knuckles, and though he thought it was just Finn shifting his grip, he looked down.

A vine was winding itself around the base of Finn's cock, around Poe's fingers, and he could see it had travelled up his whole leg. A glance down himself noted that he was rooted to the floor, two thick vines tightening around his ankles, and as he watched them, they forced his legs open a little wider.

He should be freaked out. He shouldn't be upset. But instead he just moaned, his strokes faltering before the vine tightened his grip.

Finn didn't know any of that was going on, not that he would have cared. All he did know was the tight grip and the sound of his name on Poe's lips. With a jerk and a moan loud enough to shake the walls, he came over their hands, clinging to Poe like he was the only thing tethering him in the galaxy.

"Poe-" Poe wanted him. Poe wanted. The thought alone was enough to coast him through the orgasm, thoughts of a 'next time' rattling in his head along with the sudden blank, blissful void.

It was almost enough to tip him over the edge, but he was just a little too distracted. Finn was beautiful, like the, and Poe openly stared at him as he came, pumping their cocks together. He felt the vine slide between his fingers, almost lapping at the cum on his hands. He should care, but he didn't. All he cared about right now was Finn.

He surged forward, kissing him deeply and groaning as he felt another vine grip his cock instead.

He couldn't help himself, letting go of them both so he could raise his hand to his lips, could taste Finn's cum on his fingers, but as he did so the vines took over where he had left off, wrapping securely around them both, and started to pump their cocks despite how tender and sensitive Finn must have been. "You're amazing-- you're so amazing, Finn, I want you so much---"

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