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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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Finn was extremely distracting.

This was the conclusion that Poe had come to, when he nearly walked into the fourth person that night. He wasn't sure why the suit was having this effect on him, other than that Finn just looked impossibly good in it. The yearning longing that he so often felt whenever Finn was in visual range was amplified, and his heart was pumping three times too fast every time he brushed by him.

Sure, 622 had given him basic permission to express his feelings outside their direct relationship, but he hadn't actually tried it, because every time he went to try to talk to Finn about it, his heart ended up a fluttering mess in his throat and he lost the ability to make coherent sentences about it. He was nervous. And he was nervous because of how much Finn meant to him - the idea of risking their friendship just because Poe wanted more felt weird and selfish. So he kept pushing it back. It was fine. Finn didn't seem to want to push for more, either, so this was-- this was messy, but it was fine.

Until tonight.

Poe peeled off at some point to force himself to breathe, stepping into what he thought was an empty bathroom and bending over the sink to run the water.

"Just calm down, Dameron," he muttered to himself. "Just because you've got feelings doesn't mean you have to bother him with them. Even if he - even he looks insanely good in that suit. And even if every time he smiles like that it makes your chest feel too small for your heart." He sighed and splashed some water on his face.

"Just - just calm down. What would a best friend do if he wasn't pining ridiculously? Just tell him he looks good and don't be weird about it. Maybe ask if he needs a snack? Go to the buffet? Fuck, you're an idiot, Poe, you're the biggest idiot this side of the galaxy."

"I mean, only sometimes."

Finn had walked into this bathroom to get a moment alone, too, but it wasn't exactly for the same reasons as Poe. Yes, he needed to step away from how good looking Poe was, that was definitely a thing, but it was also... everything. The gala was beautiful but it was a bit much with him being a point of attention for both the natives and other imPorts. This whole thing was exhausting... but fun! He's glad Poe convinced him to come out.

That said, it looked like that very friend was having a break down in the bathroom over... someone? A best friend? Oh no, it wasn't Archie, was it? That would be amazing.

"Man, you okay? What's going on?" he asked, standing at the doorway and having at least heard most of that. Poe didn't strike him as the nervous type, though.

Edited 2019-06-15 01:17 (UTC)

Poe was not a nervous man by nature, but Finn had a tendency to do this to him - to shake down all his bravado and smug charm and leave him second guessing himself.

Well. This time mostly what Finn did was make Poe nearly jump out of his own skin.

He turned, a little too quickly, and then laughed a little too loud.

"Oh, hey, buddy, just uh - just giving myself an anti-pep talk." It was the lamest, lamest lie he could think of and he almost winced just delivering it. "You know, keep me - ah - keep me humble." He forced a grin to his lips.

"You look great, by the way," he said before he could stop himself. Great. Well. That was almost smooth. "... You, uh, wanna go check out the buffet?"

An anti-pep talk, huh? Finn gave a little smile at the idea of Poe trying to 'keep himself humble,' as it were. But then he kept going and-

Well, Finn didn't claim to have the best memory on the planet but he could recall a couple of seconds ago pretty easily. He furrowed his brow, glancing to the mirror and back.

"Wait... were you talking about me? Just now?"

Poe Dameron you fucking moron, not everyone has the attention span of a gold fish like you do.

"Uh," he replied, eloquent as always. "That... depends on how much of that you heard..."

Yes. The answer was yes. Force, he was a moron. He didn't really wait for the reply, wincing a little.

"No don't- answer that. Yes. Okay? I was. I don't really think it should be news that I-- I mean, it's not like I'm exactly opaque, but you really don't have to worry about it, Finn, I know it's not- I know that this isn't exactly ideal. I honestly just want you to have a good time, so- so we should go check out the buffet, because I heard the samosas were really good--"

Edited 2019-06-15 02:04 (UTC)

Finn has no idea what samosas are and is excited to try them out. Later.

He had heard through a few rambles from Poe that he and 622 were in a more open relationship now. Chatting idly with 622 had confirmed it, but Poe seemed to bring it up almost regularly. He had thought - hoped - that Poe was getting to something, but he never had.

Until just now, apparently. Why he was trying to keep that under wraps, Finn had no idea. "I am having a good time," he quickly said before clearing his throat. "But, uh... You look insanely good in that suit, too, you know. And I like your smile, too. A lot."

He wasn't good at this but hopefully, the message was getting across. "Was there something you wanted to tell me? Ask me, maybe?"

Finn would have done it himself and put an end to it ages ago but considering this was Poe's open relationship and Poe's memories of their old life, he didn't feel it was his place.

Poe could look very dumb on many occasions, and this was certainly one of them. At first, he almost asked Finn to repeat himself, as he must have misheard, but as the man continued it became much clearer.

He could feel his cheeks heating up.

"... Okay, I'll be honest, I have no idea what I'm doing," he said in a bit of a rush. "I - it's not exactly the usual sort of thing, I know, and you--" Ho boy, Finn looked good. He swallowed, his voice getting a little lower. "You said, once, that it was all in or nothing. And I-- I've been desperately trying to respect that, but I-- I just want to be with you, Finn. And it's kind of leaking out everywhere."

"And I-- I guess I want to know if you want to be with me, too."

He let it hang for only half a second before he continued: "But if you don't, that's fine, it's really-- You friendship is the most important thing to me, so I don't want to--" He was rambling again.

To be totally honest, Finn wasn't sure how he felt about sharing a partner. He wasn't sure how everyone's feelings weren't going to get twisted up or how he'd come out of this feeling at least halfway secure about anything.

But after all this time, Poe still wanted to be with him even if he was with someone else. That had to be mean something, right? He decided to not overthink it, as he was prone to do.

"How about," he began instead, walking forward, "we enjoy tonight and talk about all of the details tomorrow." Even so, he wanted his intentions to be obvious. Finn leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Poe's cheek. "I want to try it, though. I want to be with you, no matter what the- what I said before."

Poe swallowed, leaning in to that gentle kiss as if drawn to it.

“... I want that too,” he murmured, his voice a lot quieter, though his heart rate hadn’t slowed at all. “But I... Finn, I’m almost sure now that you’re who I end up with, back home. Nothing else makes sense - especially not if you feel the way I do about you. So it’s... it’s okay, if you don’t want to try it here. Because I think we’ll be together, either way. So don’t...” he titled his head, nuzzling his cheek to Finn’s. “I’ll be okay, if you want things to stay the way they are here. I can wait, if it means being with you in the way that you want.”

"We don't know that," he responded just as quietly. And it wasn't even just the whole thing with Rose. "We're in the middle of a war. Anything could happen. I want to be with you before that happens."

But, yeah, he was sure that Poe didn't mind waiting. He had 622 and whoever else he'd already asked for this. Finn had no one, left waiting until- until, what? Until Poe was ready? Until they were home and dead?

... It was thoughts like this that would make this whole thing difficult. Not jealousy but loneliness. Abandonment. Giving all of himself when Poe couldn't give the same. In his mind, he knew it wouldn't really be that way, didn't work like that, but he was already afraid that those feelings and thoughts would ruin them. But he also didn't care. He wanted it more than he was afraid of ruining it.

Finn turned his head away from Poe's touch and stepped back to look at him. "I want this with you, Poe. Do you?" Because trying to spare room for Finn's feelings sounded more like an excuse than anything.

"Of course I do." The answer was immediate, and for the first time in this conversation, without a trace of nervousness or hedging. It was an easy answer, made easier by knowing he wasn't alone.

"I don't think you could even fully get how much I want this, Finn. I have missed you - missed being with you - so much that it hurts. Of course I want this. I'd be lying to myself, and you, and everyone else in the galaxy if I pretended I didn't."

Finn caught the slip. Poe missed him. Though he understood it, had gotten that clear picture a long time ago, but it was the first time Poe really said it.

Whether he meant it like that was something else.

He sighed to himself, looking at Poe seriously if not softly. "I can't get those memories back," he said as fact, "but I want to know some of it. I want to know what I'm missing. I have for a while...

"So, we're doing this?"

"It's not about the memories," he said quickly. It had been, once. It had been a lot about the memories. But now...?

He stepped in closer, reaching out to adjust Finn's tie without quite looking at him.

"You've been so close - right there - this whole time, and yet I had to hold myself back like there was a glass wall between us. I don't care about the memories, Finn. You could have forgotten everything - could have forgotten me and the resistance and the escape from the Finalizer - and it wouldn't matter. Because it isn't the memories that make you. I know that, now."

He finished fiddling, and looked up to meet Finn's eyes, swallowing. "You know I love you, right?" He asked quietly. "Not - not as something separate, from before, but - but you. Here. Now."

"So, yeah. If you want to do this, I want to do this, too. I want to give you whatever you want."

He tried to swallow around the sudden lump in his throat, his eyes warm. The memories still mattered to Finn, he still wanted them back, but-

"I love you, too," he whispered quietly with as much conviction as he could muster. The last few days, he thought he'd watch Poe date everyone on Earth except for him, but now he- they- "I just want you."

Talking was difficult. He grabbed Poe's lapel and pulled him into a kiss.

His lips parted to reply but then Finn had stolen them, and Poe was in no mood to complain. He returned the kiss instantly, putting his hands on Finn's hips and pulling him closer as he deepened it.

It was so nostalgic it made his heart ache. How could he have been so stupid as to try to think of them as two different people, before, when this kiss made him feel exactly the same?

He broke off only the breathe, panting hard against Finn's lips, fingers curling into his lapels.

"... Let me take you somewhere," he whispered quietly. "Let's just - get away from the crowd, for a little while."

Oh. Well, Finn was opposed to the idea of moving that fast. It was a long time coming, anyway.

With hooded eyes, his heart beating fast enough for Poe to hear, he leaned forward to start kissing across his neck. "Anywhere," he muttered against his skin. "Anywhere with you."

Poe's eyes fluttered closed as he breathed, before he reached out, sliding his hand into Finn's and giving it a warm squeeze.

"Come on," he murmured, and before he could get too carried away in the middle of a gala's washroom, he let Finn out and into the evening air. They got a few looks, but Poe never let go of Finn's hand.

There was a hotel where many people were staying, with the gala. Poe had actually already gotten a room - not because he was planning on taking anyone there, but because he'd been planning on drinking. This was a much, much better use of that, though.

He pulled Finn into the elevator and then up against him, stealing another long, deep kiss.

"You feel so amazing, Finn..."

Wait, had Poe gotten a room just for this? No matter. Finn wasn't about to complain about it.

Really, he hadn't paid that much attention when they were walking through the hotel and into the elevator. His focus totally on Poe in that orange suit, wanting him right now, a scene straight out of a dream.

He moaned into the kiss, into the fact he was being pressed against the wall. His hands trailed down Poe's back, finding his ass and squeezing like he was on a path to stake a claim. "You feel amazing. You look amazing." He could hardly breathe for how good Poe looked.

“I don’t even hold a candle to you right now,” Poe sighed, wiggling his hips a little just to give Finn’s hands a better grip.

“That suit is... probably the best set of clothes that have ever existed. I can’t believe how good you look. Except that I can, because you always look good, but - damn. Damn.”

He stole another kiss as he slowly grinned against Finn, but had to break it off far too quickly as the elevator door opened.

“Come on,” he murmured, grabbing Finn’s hand again and pulling him into he hall and towards the room, his trousers tenting almost comically.

"You're way better at words than me, too," Finn replied as he was dragged along, his face on fire. Poe looked amazing, was always beautiful, but Finn had no idea how to say it to make it stick. Not like how Poe could.

He decided to crowd Poe's space, veering them into a wall so that he was the one doing the pinning now. Not making much progress to that room, but he was kissing Poe rather deeply so... it all balanced out. His lips moved to nuzzle at Poe's ear, holding on to him and going along if he decided to move again. "You're beautiful. No matter where you are or what you're doing or how you dressed, you always look amazing. It's so hard to look away sometimes."

Poe gave a soft grunt as he was pinned to the wall, and suddenly all memory of what he was doing was forgotten.

His cock throbbed as Finn kissed him with an annoying insistence, and he dragged Finn’s body closer against him. “Way better at words, huh?” He teased, breathless and flushed, groaning against Finn’s mouth. “You have my permission to look whenever you damn well please...”

Finn huffed a laugh against Poe's skin. "That's going to be a lot of looking," he mumbled before biting gently and sucking on the skin.

His hips pushed forward, almost finding a rhythm already, before he starting kissing up the front of Poe's throat. "Which room?"

Oh. Right. Maybe frotting in the hallway was a bad idea.

Poe groaned, reluctantly pushing Finn back enough until he could fish out his card key and hold it up between them.

“432.” He didn’t seem in a rush, though, pulling Finn back against him once the had the card free, leaning in to take a deep, longing kiss.

Finn moaned into this kiss, too, his hand grabbing the other end of the keycard and just sort of staying there for a moment while his mind checked out.

Room, though. Right. The room.

He finally pulled away, going back only once more to peck a soft kiss to Poe's lips. Taking the keycard with him, Finn was diligently trying to find 432.

428... 430...

"Aha!" He'd never been happier to find a hotel room.

Poe was beaming from ear to ear, his heart so full of love and happiness it was fit to burst.

He quickly used the card to unlock the door, and then pulled Finn inside, stealing a desperate kiss even before the door finally shut behind them.

“I know I really should be romancing you right now,” he groaned breathlessly against Finn’s lips, “but I have wanted to feel you against me so badly for months, so I’m— you just better tell me if I’m going too fast—“

Sexy Outfit AU

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finn was opposed XD

WHOOPS XD

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