flightforfreedom: (silhouette)

MoM AU First Night

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-10 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Poe was wired.

That was the only real description for it. His emotions were haywire and contradictory, and he had way, way too much energy all tied up in his chest. He couldn't decide if he never wanted to leave Finn's side again or if he couldn't bear to be anywhere near him. Things weren't supposed to work like this. Things were supposed to end - whether amicably or badly wasn't really the point. Relationships weren't supposed to be in full swing and then just vanish.

And be forgotten.

The problem was that he couldn't forget, as much as he tried. As much as he kept chastising his own heart for the way it skipped a beat every time Finn turned his head in a certain way, the muscle straining. Or every time he caught himself looking at those lips that were altogether too familiar and completely alien at once.

He had decided not to say anything - at least for now - but it hadn't even been a full day and Poe was at the end of his rope, his mind churning in circles. So as he walked Finn to the man's new unit, he felt his pulse start to race. It was as if his body had decided what to do even before his head got the memo. So even after he'd said goodnight and nearly turned away, Poe's hand was suddenly reaching out and grasping Finn's sleeve.

"Sorry," he mumbled, pulling Finn a little closer. "You can punch me after but I can't--"

Whatever the end to that sentence may have been, it was lost as Poe surged forward, pressing a hard, desperate kiss to Finn's lips.
flightforfreedom: (tired and thinking too hard)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-10 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Finn returned the kiss and the relief hit Poe so strongly that he nearly melted, groaning softly against Finn's mouth.

When he broke the kiss to breathe, his heart was racing twice as fast, and he barely pulled even a milimetre away.

"I missed you so much," he confessed, his voice low and rough and wavering like it was just on the edge of breaking. He shouldn't be saying anything, but it was too late. He cupped the side of Finn's face, sure that the man could feel the tremble in his finger tips. "I missed you so much, Finn, it was driving me crazy."

He didn't wait for a reply, though. Finn hadn't shoved him away, or stopped him, and he couldn't stop himself. So he stepped forward, pressing in against Finn and nearly pinning him to the door as he took another deep, searching kiss.
flightforfreedom: (total loss)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-11 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I need you," he breathed, chest heaving as he pressed his forehead to Finn's. It was both an answer and not an answer. 'Sure' was a large concept and too much for him right now. But he knew he couldn't pull away from this. Not now.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't going to tell you, I didn't want to--" he hesitated, the words wrenching painfully in his chest. "But I need you, Finn. I can't -- nothing else matters, right now."

No matter how many hearts he was lining up to break. He shuddered, pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to Finn's lips and whispering. "I never figured out how to stop loving you."
flightforfreedom: (to battlestations)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-11 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
His heart skipped several beats, his arms wrapping around Finn and pulling him tight, his eyes burning even as he kept them tightly shut, kissing Finn back with every ounce of need and desperation in him. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair to take this out on Finn like this - he didn't know half of what was going on and Poe was using him, using hist friendship and his tenderness--

But he tasted exactly the same. His lips felt exactly the same. It was heartbreakingly perfect, and Poe knew he should care more about anyone else - about Bodhi or 622 or even Finn himself - but he was too weak to pull back. So he started rambling instead, breathless words delivered between passionate, needy kisses, his hand blindly finding his key card in his pocket to swipe it by the door to get it to open.

"I can't believe you're here. I wanted you so badly- every time I woke up and forgot you were gone all over again--"
Edited 2019-01-11 01:44 (UTC)
flightforfreedom: (downcast)

this is what we call 'one of poe's terrible decisions'

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-11 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
I'm here now, and for a moment - for a beautiful, brief moment - Poe completely forgot that Finn didn't remember. That this wasn't exactly the same man with exactly the same memories and thoughts and feelings as he'd had when he'd left. The door closed behind them and Poe almost stumbled against him, too overwhelmed to be able to think beyond that very second.

If he let himself be deluded, could anyone really blame him?

(Yes. Yes, they could. And he'd blame himself later. But for now--)

"I love you so much, Finn," He whispered into the kiss, pressing close as if pulled in by that gentle touch on his back, his own fingers already moving to find the edges of Finn's jacket and try to push it from his shoulders.
flightforfreedom: (silhouette)

this is just bad decision central, really... thank god for hogwarts

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-11 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
Poe, at least, knew where the bedroom was without even really thinking about it. Just continuously and slowly pushing Finn in that direction. He didn't seem to expect a reply, at least, stealing Finn's lips as soon as the confession had left his own, deepening it immediately even as he shed his own jacket. His hands went into Finn's shirt and at least they no longer trembled - he'd decided his course of action and he wouldn't back down, now. Not when Finn seemed to want it as much as he did.

Of course Finn wanted it as much as he did. It'd surprised him the first time, but it shouldn't surprise him now.

He stopped babbling, at least, and instead the breaks between kisses filled with a heavy pant, instead, as Poe tried to get his heart to calm down. He could feel that Finn's cheek was damp, but he didn't know if it was Finn's tears or if he'd shed some, too. It didn't matter. None of it mattered. Everything was going to be fine, they were together again, it didn't --

It didn't matter how much it was going to hurt later, not when he had this now.

He finally got Finn's shirt untucked from his belt, warm hands sliding up under fabric against skin that was far too familiar - even the scar across his back was intimately known to him as he let his fingers graze against it.

They bumped against the bedroom doorframe and Poe took the opportunity to press fully against him, kissing him as deeply as he could.
flightforfreedom: (can't help but worry)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-11 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
The thump broke his reverie and Poe pulled back, dark eyes fluttering open to actually look at what he was doing, a warm flush running through him. The muscles under Finn's fingers jumped like they were shocked when he touched them, tensing and releasing in an instant, Poe's heart jumping with them. He let out a long, shakey breath and leaned in again - taking a much slower kiss, this time, as he gently moved to push the rest of the fabric from Finn's chest. He ducked his head, mouth finding the scar on Finn's shoulder, pressing a kiss to it as his fingers dug into belt loops.

It was impossible now to think of Finn as the same - impossible to miss the hesitant touch. But with every second that passed, it mattered less and less. He wanted this Finn. He wanted to show him everything that he'd missed.

Wanted to give him more, if he could.
flightforfreedom: (out for the count)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-11 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Poe had none of that hesitation. Fingers firmly locked at Finn's hips, he gently twisted the other man around and the pressed against him until the both slowly fell onto the bed. Poe pulled his feet off the floor, kneeling over Finn's lap as he pressed hot kisses down the man's collarbone.

"Finn," he whispered, breathless, his eyes shining at they caught Finn's gaze.

He shimmied backwards further, leaving Finn on the bed and sliding down to the floor between his legs. He couldn't let himself think about what he was doing, couldn't give Finn the opportunity to ask him. So his fingers were already pulling Finn's fly open before the man could respond, hand already pulling out his cock, and before a single sound could be uttered, Poe was sliding his lips around the head and taking as much of Finn's cock into his mouth as he could reach.
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[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-13 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
It felt - it tasted - exactly like he remembered, the nostalgia overwhelming. But he didn't take it gently. He couldn't. If he went too slow, or too gentle, he'd have too much time to think. So all he could do was throw everything he had into pulling out every moan and scrap of pleasure from Finn that he could. He bobbed his head, his eyes watering as he took Finn's cock a little too deep every time, his eyes sliding shut as he tried to swallow around him.

Maybe it would be okay, if he just got Finn off. If that was all he did. Maybe it would just be like - like saying hello, a normal hello, and he'd be able to taste Finn on his tongue for hours and pull himself away before he went too far...
flightforfreedom: (that's a throat)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-16 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
He really had been planning on just getting Finn off. He had. But his brain wasn't in control of the situation, apparently, and when Finn warned him, Poe suddenly pulled back off his cock with an obscene slurp, eyes dark and lips reddened. He pushed Finn back further onto the bed, pulling off the man's pants as he did so and discarding them elsewhere, he then took off his own clothes too - shedding them somewhat unceremoniously before pulling himself up on the bed, straddling Finn's thighs.

He was actually trembling, now, but he seemed determined, to.

"I want you," he breathed, husky and rough as he grasped the base of Finn's cock, giving it a couple of strokes, his eyes a little wild.

"Please."
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[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-16 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
He could feel where he'd have bruises in the morning, and fuck but he wanted it. The lube was way, way too far away right now (a whole six feet), and Poe was sure that if he took even a breath of space it would be enough to let the doubts creep in. He didn't want doubts.

He wanted--

That thought was immediately shut off by Finn's hand on his cock, a moan pulled from his lips as he fell forward a little, catching himself with his free hand next to Finn's side, his other still gripped around Finn. The fast strokes were a lot though, and they were distracting, but it was way too hard to tell Finn to stop.

So instead he waited until the rythym wasn't quite as intense - body getting used to the sensation, and then he spat into his own palm and reached back under him, gripping Finn's cock solidly as he lined it up.

"I love you so much," He breathed almost to himself, eyes sliding tightly shut as he pressed down, Finn feeling impossibly big against him. "So fucking much," he reiterated with a sharp intake of breath as he finally managed to sink an inch - two - down on his lover's - his friend's? - cock.
flightforfreedom: (downcast)

[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-16 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
It had been a bad idea, to rush ahead quite that fast, as the burning stretch told him. But something about the pain was almost satisfying. He knew this was wrong. He knew this was wrong, on almost every level, so the pain made him feel like he was being punished for it.

It certainly didn't stop him.

Eyes still screwed shut, his throat got very tight as he nearly heard the words fall from Finn's lip. He wanted them. Force, how he wanted them, and he wanted Finn to mean them--

"Oh, Finn--" He moaned, forcing himself still deeper, the sting almost making him hiss. But he kept pushing himself down until finally he felt his ass press flush to Finn's thighs and he let out a shaking breath, releasing some of the tension he hadn't even noticed had gathered in his shoulders.

He finally let his eyes open, half lidded and hazy, to look down at Finn below him. Beautiful, perfect Finn, and he'd missed him so badly--

Without moving off of Finn's cock he shifted his position, leaning down to press a clumsy, longing kiss to his lips.
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[personal profile] flightforfreedom 2019-01-16 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Even the slight roll of Finn's hips sent sparks through Poe's nerve endings and he groaned against him, tongue thrusting deep to savour every tiny trace of need and want from Finn.

He kissed him long and deep, and it felt like it took forever before the burn and the stretch finally subsided and he just felt full. He pulled back, eyes dark and hazy as they met Finn's, panting gently. His eyelids flickered as he began to move - shallowly at first - just rising an inch off Finn's lap and then pressing back down with a moan as Finn pressed something deep inside him.

Perfect.

He'd always felt perfect.

His eyes fluttered shut again as he began to move in earnest - slowly and deliberating fucking himself on Finn's perfect cock.

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