lina_musebox

"She's nice." He repeats it with no small amount of bitterness.

"Is that what it takes? Be nice to you for half a day and then kiss you and you're in the game?"

His hands tightened uselessly on the controls, jaw working soundlessly. Finally, after a minute: "Do you like her."

What the hell? "Are you jealous?" It wasn't a question made out of sarcasm or anger. It was... shock. Was Poe jealous of Rose? For kissing him?

"Ah- That's not all it takes, no." But that one sounded a little angry, beginning before Poe could answer the question. "She's strong and smart and passionate. I don't know what I want with her but, yeah, I like her." On a similar level he liked Rey and Poe, anyway, but that wasn't really just in the realm of friendship either.

"Now what's going on with you?"

Poe's expression got darker, his breathing tighter, knuckles turning white.

"I'm not the one we're talking about, here," He retorted, shooting a glance at Finn. He was furious. Should he be? No. Probably not. He knew that wasn't the way people were supposed to work. That he didn't have any claim on Finn.

But that wasn't because he didn't want to. He'd just wanted to do it properly. Slowly. Kindly. He'd wanted Finn to want it as much as he did.

But, evidently, Finn wanted something different. And Poe couldn't stand it.

Abruptly, he stood, turning on the spot and stalking back to Finn, sliding right up close and jabbing a finger into his chest.

"You should figure out what you want," he said, his voice dangerous and low. "Because I know what I do. And you and Rose together is not it."

He was jealous. It went beyond that, though. Poe was furious at the mere idea of Finn being with someone.

The close quarters and jabbing finger wasn't frightening in the sense that Poe would have liked it to be. Finn wasn't really intimidated, but he was still scared for whatever the hell was happening right now to Poe and to their friendship. Finn thought they were friends, but this wasn't exactly how friends acted.

Not that he lots of experience with that. Or with Poe, for that matter.

"What do you want?" he asked, standing his ground but clearly worried about it. Idly, he wondered what Poe would do if Finn did choose to be with Rose.

He glared at Finn, anger boiling that was only half about Rose and half for himself. He was ruining this, and he knew it, but he could barely think straight about it. Every time his brain pictured Rose's lips taking Finn's---

Ugh, he was upset. He could feel it scraping at the back of his throat, behind his eyes.

"Do you really not know?" He snapped, his voice thicker than he meant it to be. "Just because I didn't - Just because I waited, just because I didn't force it, have I been that fucking opaque this whole time?"

Fine. Fine, two could play this game.

As soon as Finn even tried to reply, Poe surged forward, grabbing his face and planting a crushing, claiming kiss to his lips.

Force it? Finn was about to ask as much, knowing that more questions would just piss him off further, but that was before the kiss came.

It was sudden like Rose's had been, but where hers was sort of sweet, this was anything but. Poe was desperate, harsh. Finn was too stunned to respond before instinct kicked in and he pushed back. This wasn't a kiss, though. It was too mean to have such a sweet name. He didn't know what this was.

When that sense settled in his mind, he tried to pull away.

He didn't linger. It was a point, and as soon as Finn started pulling away that anger bloomed in his chest again and he took his own space backward, turning his back and letting out a litany of colourful swear words as he threw himself down in the pilot seat.

He needed to calm down. He was ruining everything.

"Is it clear enough for you, now?" He growled, without looking at him.

Not much at all was clear, actually, but Finn could finally take a moment and think while Poe was turned away. What he did know was that Poe wanted him and it had pissed him off that someone else had tried to get there first.

In truth, Finn had wanted Poe, too. He didn't think that was even a possibility, though. That part had certainly been cleared up.

Poe told him that he should figure out what he wants. Even though all of this was scaring him and didn't seem like a bright idea, he did still want Poe. The kiss had just made it better and worse all at once.

He swallowed hard, trying to make sure his voice stayed steady. "You never had to be jealous. I wanted you from the start."

Poe let out a long breath, his grip on the controls still far too tight, but trying to release them as he breathed.

Okay.

Okay, that was good. That was what he'd thought, but Rose just had to go and-- No. Enough. Stop thinking about her.

He released the controls and turned around, swivelling his chair to look at Finn, the anger ebbed away but something low and dark was curling in his chest instead. He thought about speaking. Looked like he might. But speaking had never been his forte in the first place, and with Finn's words--

He stood up. Slower, this time, as he stepped towards Finn, his gaze intent.

There was enough time to pull away, if Finn wanted to. But then Poe was reaching out, sliding his hand around the back of Finn's neck and pulling him into a deep, searching kiss. The brutality of the first kiss was gone, but none of the intent. This was to claim. There was nothing else it could be for.

"Poe-" Before he could finish whatever he's wanted to say, they were kissing again. This was different from before, deeper and seemingly more meaningful.

There was a lot there that was still angry and dark. Dangerous. He didn't know what was going on for certain, but Finn shivered into the kiss, anyway, unbiden. He returned it, but didn't moan or press or even move away. It was entirely too new for him to judge what to do with it.

But it was far sexier than it had any right to be.

It was the shiver, more than anything, that spurred him on. He pressed forward, until their bodies were flush, and then he kept pushing Finn backward until he was against the bulkhead. Only then did he break the kiss.

But he didn't back away.

Instead he ducked his head, teeth and lips finding Finn'd throat, sucking and nipping in turn, always a little too hard. Rose hadn't managed this. Rose hadn't gotten to mark Finn, but damn if Poe wasn't going to--

He squeaked when his back hit the bulkhead a little harder than he'd expected. His blood was beginning to stir, whatever spell Poe was under starting to affect him, too.

This wasn't okay, though. He wasn't sure what this was, but it wasn't all right. Finn wanted to be more worried about it, but his heart was pounding too hard to give him the chance.

He startled when Poe moved to his neck, though, crying out when he bit down a little too hard. Finn's cock might have twitched from the rough treatment, and he may have bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning outright, but the concern remained.

Finn cried out, but he didn't move away or push Poe off, and that was all the permission Poe needed to continue. He sucked hard where he'd bit, feeling the blood well under the skin, a flush of warmth, and knew it was going to leave a dark bruise.

Planning for it to.

He pressed his hips flush to Finn's, grinding against him as a free hand started roughly tugging up the man's shirt.

He could have done this nicely. He could have done this gently. But his blood was running too hot for that, now.

Okay. Okay, this was starting to move a little fast. Finn was falling prey to it, though, hissing and moaning from the attentions Poe was giving him. He didn't board the ship expecting this, but it was happening now.

And he was getting swept away with it. His hips moved to press into Poe's, figuring it more than likely that the other man could feel exactly what he was doing to him. His hands, though, found Poe's ribs but wouldn't move. It felt like he couldn't do the same, that Poe was set out on a specific mission and this wasn't a two-man job.

His hands dug in, though, gasping for breath, considering the pros and cons of touching Poe, too... He also had to wonder if that's what he wanted. All he could think about was whatever Poe wanted to do to him, not the other way around.

He could definitely feel it, and a surge of vindication filled him, making him growl low against Finn's throat.

"Shirt off," he murmured roughly, pulling back only far enough to let Finn do it, his hands going for his belt instead. "You want me, Finn?" He pulled the belt clasp open with a snap.

"You barely even know what wanting something feels like, yet." He pulled the belt quickly, slamming their hips together, and then tossed the thing to the floor, discarded and forgotten.

His shirt was off before he could think through the command, tossing it to the floor with the belt. They were doing this, then? Now, like this? His fingers trembled for a lot of reasons: worry, desperation, uncertainty.

"I know what it feels like," Finn said back, still defiant in a way. All his life, he'd only ever wanted. It was having things that he was unfamiliar with, which made this a lot more intimidating than it normally would, which was already a lot.

He ground his hips back into Poe's, showing that he knew exactly what he wanted, but it was mostly bravado. That much was clear but the way breath shook out of his lungs and concern still hung in his eyes.

“Not enough,” he rumbled, pulling open the fastenings of Finn’s trousers with no hesitation, his own breath coming quick and fast.

“I’m going to make you feel like you can barely breathe without me,” he promised darkly, sliding his hand down to cup Finn’s crotch roughly and squeeze just hard enough to be on the edge of pain. “Where even the idea of someone’s lips near yours will have you begging me to come back—“

His breath hitched, a whimper getting free before he bit his lip hard. There was a lot about this he didn't want to give in to, didn't want to egg on. It would be hot if it was just dirty talk but it wasn't. Poe was deathly serious. Which, unfortunately, made it hotter.

His cock twitched in Poe's grip, already leaking. Whatever was going on with Poe, Finn was starting to get more concerned about what this said about himself. "Poe-"

Better. This was better. And Poe actually smiled - a little sharply, a little smugly - but Finn saying his name like that made Poe's blood run incredibly hot.

"Yes?" He asked, his voice still dark but edged with pleasure now. He was enjoying this.

"Is there something you want to say, Finn?" He continued as he finally got Finn's pants open, and pulled out his beautiful, thick, ready cock. His smirk grew almost predatory as he ran the pad over the thumb, leaving a streak of pre-cum behind it. "Your body knows what it wants, I see..."

His eyes squeezed shut, air hissing in and out between his teeth. He wondered what Poe would do if he told him to stop or slow down or even just do something different. The awful thing was, Finn didn't really want it to stop. He just knew it should before this went way too far.

Kind of felt like things had gotten pretty far without him, though. Poe seemed to have already made up his mind about what they were. Finn just hadn't caught up yet.

Question. He was asked a question. Though, he was fairly certain it just mocking... What had he even wanted to say?

Slow down-

I want you-

"Please-" His cock throbbed again, breath hitching, hips rolling. "I need-"

Fuck, but that was a gorgeous sight. Pure desire flashed over Poe's face, and he surged forward, pressing a hungry kiss to Finn's lips.

"Tell me what you need," he growled against Finn's lips as he stroked him roughly. "Because I can give it to you, Finn. I can give you things you didn't even know you needed."

He was panting against Poe's lips, the taste of him still on his tongue. Dammit, to hell with his doubts. "I need you," Finn begged quietly, desperate. Even he wasn't sure if he meant the gallant version of Poe he thought existed or so much more of this.

His hands gripped hard at his clothes then beneath his shirt, pulling them closer together and back into the hungry kiss. His hips rolled with every stroke, moaning into Poe's mouth, shocked by how close he was.

"You have me," Poe promised, his strokes furious and rough and unrelenting. "Like I have you. You're mine now, Finn, do you understand? This is mine - your pleasure is mine - and I'm going to make you feel amazing."

He twisted his grip just right so that with every stroke, Finn's sensitive head was gliding right down his wrist. "I want you to come for me, Finn. And then I'm going to take my time and take you apart completely and you're never going to be able to come without me again."

The words were what finished him. He would have liked to think it was the declaration that Poe belonged to him just as much but it wasn't. It helped settle his mind, but knowing that his pleasure belonged to Poe, the promise that no one else would ever satisfy him enough again- That's what sent him tumbling over.

He cried out again, his hands gripping at Poe's hips hard enough to bruise, coming so hard and so fast that it hurt. Didn't hurt enough to not make this the most erotic moment of his life, though.

When it was done and he moaned again at the ceiling, he started dragging cold air into his lungs and wondering what the fuck had just happened.

Poe smoked, something far warmer than he had been showcasing before. Warm, content. Validated. He strikes Finn through his orgasm and then eased off, releasing him only after he was sure he’d milked every last drop.

Then he took Finn’s chin, tilted it until Finn was forced to look at him, and then used his own tongue to carefully clean off each of his own fingers and make Finn watch it. Then he smiled again, warm and bright as he leaned in and stole a kiss.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “That was beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

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