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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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Poe watched Finn turn away, and after a couple seconds reached for the soap himself and started to lather up.

"Different wavelengths, huh. I mean - sure. Usually when someone just won't listen to what I'm trying to tell them. But you kind of have to just hammer it down as hard and as often as you can until there's no way they can twist it into something else. You know? Just - don't worry about maneuvers, and just go straight at it."

"Yeah." There was some truth to that, Finn knew. But it was more of the same, what he'd been trying to do.

Don't worry about maneuvers...

"Thanks, Poe, I appreciate it. I appreciate all of your advice, you know. I like you. A lot."

He was already bracing himself for it.

Poe's hand paused, soap bubbles comically coating it, and he offered Finn a smile that was incredibly warm but also a little wistful.

"Yeah. I like you a lot too, Finn," He replied, his voice just and edge too soft. But he caught himself and he forced a stronger smile to his lips and pushed that wistful, longing feeling away as he began scrubbing himself again. "You know you can ask me anything. I've got you."

For a second there, just for a second, Finn thought he had him. Then Poe slipped away again like he always did. Months, he'd been trying to do this. Months.

He wasn't giving up today. "I know. I know you do." Poe definitely had him in more ways than one.

Then... a genius idea hit him. "Hey, so, out of curiosity, if you were into someone, how would you... go about it? How would you ask them out?" He didn't care if Poe said his home planet's mating rituals included shooting himself in the foot, at this point. He was doing it.

Poe’s smile faltered for half a second but he quickly plastered it back. Oh. That’s what this was about. Finn had fallen for someone. Probably was trying to reassure Poe that their friendship still mattered by promising quality time. He felt his heart sink but it didn’t show up on his face.

“Uh—“ Okay, Dameron. No letting Finn down. Gotta be helpful. “I haven’t thought much about it in a while.” He didn’t want to be with anyone other than Finn, so what was the point? “I guess, uh- I’d ask them on a date? That seems like the most logical step.”

Well, he already tried that.

"What if they didn't know they were being asked on a date? Like... the miscommunication is really bad, Poe. I can't tell if they're trying to let me down easy or they just don't get what I'm saying- I'm doing it wrong. I have to be."

Maybe that was it. Cultural clash. Maybe he just needed a different approach. "How would you tell them that you liked them?"

Rey. It had to be Rey.

She was brilliant and powerful and amazing but she definitely was capable of having things fly right over her head if she wasn’t paying attention.

“Well... That depends,” he said, frowning thoughtfully. “I mean - honestly? I probably wouldn’t tell them at all. I mean, maybe eventually, but.not if I thought they had feelings for someone else, or if I knew I wasn’t their type. But that doesn’t reply apply to you. You’re amazing, we all know it. So I’m sure they’d be thrilled if you told them that you had feelings for them.” A pause. “I guess if I were you I’d be like- ‘Hey, Rey, I know we’re friends and you mean the world to me, but I want to be so much more than that, if you’ll let me.’ I think she’d get that.”

Okay, good! He had a script. But- "It's not Rey." Being clear. That's the point of all this.

Though, he couldn't imagine Poe keeping quiet about his own feelings. That felt wrong. "And you're actually amazing, though. You-... I bet you mean the world to a lot of people. Myself included." He was faltering. Why was this so hard? "We-... Maybe- Would you be interested in being more than friends?"

Finn practically held his breath.

Poe frowned. Finn was... being very weird and not particularly clear. Not Rey, though. So who—?

“Uh-“ Give him a second as he idly scrubbed soap over his nether regions, which was surely not distracting at all. “I mean, not with just anyone, no, I’ve kind of had my eyes on someone for a long—“

And then it clicked, finally, and he froze.

“Wait. Wait - you don’t mean in the hypothetical? You mean- you mean me?” He blinked, flushing. “Uh- Yeah. Yeah, I want that. A lot. Very much.”

Finn had already let go of his breath, sure that this attempt had fallen through, too.

But then Poe understood. Somehow, someway, he finally got it. And he was already agreeing, already saying yes, and Finn was still flagging behind with this glorious news happening so fast.

"Wait- Wa- Really? Like, really? Like-... Yes!" He would have jumped and tackled Poe if the floor hadn't been wet. That said, he was also trying to bring it in a little. "Yes, yes. Yes, Poe. I mean you. I like you. I want to date you. I want to eat food your dad made and watch holos with you. Just you. Yes."

He could not believe this was happening right now.

“Oh,” he said again, suddenly very aware of where he was and what he was doing, and he felt a flush rise under his skin.

“You could have just said that in the beginning,” he said without a trace of irony. “I thought - I mean, I spent this whole time assuming—“

"I did."

Completely ignoring the fact that they were wet and soapy and naked, Finn stepped forward and put his hands on the other man's shoulders, looking him in the eye. "Poe. I've been asking you out for months. I think we actually went on a couple of dates. Or I thought they were dates until- Never mind. Poe, I've been trying to tell you for months."

“... Well, this is embarrassing,” Poe admitted ruefully, the flush spread under his skin but he was lucky - it was probably hidden since the warm water had already reddened him.

“I talked myself out of asking you out months ago. I was sure that you didn’t—“ the reality of the situation was starting to sink in, though the first part of him that was really understanding the implications was his cock, and it was beginning to twitch where it lay in its nest of bubbles.

Poe wanted to ask him out. Finn finally found himself smiling a little in response.

"Of course, I do. I wish- Ah, I wish we figured this out months ago, but it's happening now and- Sorry, I can't believe this is happening."

He was still freaking out, but something came through in all of that. "Wait, who was- Am I the one you had your eyes on?"

Unbeknownst to the owner, Finn's cock was having similar reactions. He didn't care. He didn't care about anything else except the fact that he was finally going to get to date Poe. Everything else was a bonus.

Poe raised a hand to rub the back of his head, wincing a little as he splashed some water in his eye.

“Uh, yeah,” he admitted, his heart hammering. “But I figured— if I couldn’t be that, then at least we could be good friends, so I just... pushed it aside.”

"No, I-" Finn stepped closer, trying to make himself as clear as humanly possible. "I definitely want to be more than good friends. I want a lot more with you, Poe. You... still want that with me, right?"

One hand left his shoulder to find Poe's own, gently holding it as if afraid he might just slip away like all the other times.

The touch was solid and anchoring, and Poe threaded his fingers between Finn’s and squeezed warmly.

“Yeah,” he affirmed, taking a step in closer. “Though if you could pinch me, in a second, that might be a wise idea. Otherwise I might not actually believe this.”

Finn's smile was slow but bright and large, inexplicably happy. "I can do better, I think."

It probably wouldn't help Poe's situation at all, actually, but Finn leaned in to place a light kiss against his lips. Nothing rushed or urgent or desperate. Just a gentle press, as if he'd forgotten the scene they were in completely. "That okay?" he murmured.

Poe had not forgotten the scene they were in - was all too aware of it, as Finn was suddenly a lot closer - and yet the careful, gentle press was wonderful and perfect and made him grin stupidly.

"... I dunno," He replied, lying utterly, "You might have to try it again. You know. For sample size sake."

Finn chuckled beneath his breath. "To think I thought you were innocent," he muttered before ducking forward for another soft kiss.

His hand moved to Poe's waist, and it was then he finally remembered the scene. It didn't stop him like some of his conscience recommended. He just held Poe a little firmer and tried to not touch more than was offered.

He was about to say something saucy about innocence, but then Finn’s lips met his again and all thoughts completely fled his head. He felt Finn’s hand come to rest on his hip like a fire brand in his skin, and his heart and stomach started doing weird back flips a he stepped in closer, not quite pressing up against him but quite obviously encouraging him.

Then he stole another kiss, relieved and full and quite a bit less chaste than the ones Finn had offered him.

Finn's hands found Poe's back before he could really think on the action. He pulled him in closer until they could finally touch, chest-to-chest, pulling a happy moan from him.

Yet, Finn was still obviously hesitant. He'd finally gotten Poe on his wavelength. If he messed up now, either proved that he wasn't worth Poe's time or somehow convinced Poe that all he wanted from him was his body, then the damage may be irreparable.

But this kiss. He'd been dreaming so long about kissing and touching and being with Poe, but this was better than he'd ever imagined. It was too intoxicating to put a stop to. "I like you," he murmured when he parted for breath. Even when he kissed him deeply again, he knew it sounded pretty dumb. "A lot."

"Yeah," Poe breathed, eloquently, as he tried to smother the brilliant grin spreading across his lips and failed.

"Yeah that's - that's good. That's really - yeah." He pressed another warm kiss to Finn's mouth, his body now flush with Finn's. Everything was moving really fast, but a weird part of him almost felt like he had to make up for time lost thanks to him being an idiot.

There were plenty of things Finn wanted to do with this moment. Kissing Poe into eternity was one, pushing him against the wall was another. But his hands did trail down, coming to rest at the small of Poe's back.

He didn't exactly pull away from the kiss as much as he glanced towards the doors. "Someone might come in."

"Right." That was a good point. Even if it was getting a little hard to think. He was overwhelmed with a weird buzzing excitement, which would be all too obvious with the way his body was reacting as it was pressed up against Finn.

"Yeah that - wouldn't be great. On the other hand? We're already here? And maybe no one will come in at all?"

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