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When they reach the room, the charge that’s been building between them is so heavy, Poe can feel the tingling weight sliding up and down his spine, like the heavy and comforting caress of a lover.
Poe’s hardly new to this - and he knows Finn isn’t unfamiliar with the concept - or the practice - but he feels nervous. Fumbling. There’s enough time for his thoughts to work up into a choking cocktail that leaves Poe’s hands shaking enough that he fumbles the cardkey in the lock.
Finn’s hand covers his own, warm, reassuring skin-on-skin steadying Poe until the lock clicks over and the light goes green.
“Something on your mind, detective?” Finn asks, voice low and husky.
Poe can’t help but release his nervous chuckle. “I hope you didn’t spend too long coming up with that line.”
They fall through the door together, Finn’s arms wrapping around Poe’s middle and pulling their bodies together. Finn’s just a little taller, or taller than Poe is used to - enough to press his mouth against the back of Poe’s neck with a faint push of teeth, and a hotter, softer kiss.
“Should I ask you about your interrogation techniques instead?” Finn says, sounding so pleased with himself that Poe shudders.
“Are you asking me if I’m a talented orator?” Poe wonders, covering Finn’s hands with his own. Pausing, Poe reaches back to trip the deadbolt and security latch, his thoughts more on the First Order than totally securing their privacy.
“Well,” Finn says, dragging his hands over Poe’s body slowly, over his belly and chest through his clothes. “If you’re offering...”
“Buddy, I’d give you anything,” Poe confesses. “So long as you actually want it, and this isn’t some kind of - payback or something.”
“Nope,” Finn says. “I got that message the first time. So if I want you, and you’re amenable to the idea...”
Finn let the sentence hang, feeling Poe’s body shudder in his arms. Boy is he amenable.
“I was thinking about offering you a job,” Poe admits, then realizes how that sounds. “A different one. A permanent one.”
“Waiting for a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer, detective,” Finn prompts.
“Yes,” Poe breathes, as Finn pulls him tighter back against his chest, one of his broad palms splaying up over Poe’s neck, pressing his fingers beneath Poe’s chin. Poe tilts his head back, “-but-”
“Later,” Finn promises, and then seals their mouths together in a slightly awkward kiss. This time it’s slow and tender, with none of the urgent adrenaline-rush quality of their earlier kiss, or the guilt-laced-want of their first. It’s open and earnest, their mouths soft and yielding to each other.
They don’t bother to turn on the lights. Poe turns in Finn’s arms and lets himself be walked backwards to the bed and when Finn glances over Poe’s shoulder to gauge the distance, he laughs.
“You really did get two beds,” Finn wonders in Poe’s ear. “You’re not much of an optimist, are you?”
“I try to be a gentleman,” Poe says, reaching up to get his arms around Finn’s neck. “Besides, I said I would.”
“I was hoping if I pretended I hadn’t heard you, you wouldn’t,” Finn teases, running his hands up Poe’s back.
Poe leans up to kiss him again, and all the day’s exhaustion fades away. It’s late - on the ride to the hotel, all Poe had on his mind was sleep. But he feels like with Finn he could do anything in the world. The kiss carries on slow and sweet without burning too hot or too low. Like it could go on forever, like it should go on forever, just their two bodies leaning together and vulnerable. Poe finally leans back, feeling dizzy in a way he hasn’t in a long time.
“You okay?” Finn asks, like he might be pushing Poe too far.
Poe huffs out a laugh, reaching up to trace his fingers over Finn’s cheek, feeling the way it creases with Finn’s crooked smile.
“Yeah,” Poe says. “Well, I mean, my house is trashed and I had a rough day, and I haven’t slept in two days, but...”
Finn grins. “You’re going to sleep like a baby. Afterwards.”
“Now that’s a heck of a promise,” Poe says, but it’s a thrilling one. He leans up and presses one last quick kiss on Finn’s mouth, before indulging his instincts.
Poe drops to his knees and watches the way that writes an eager change on Finn’s face; bright sparks in his dark eyes, even in the moonlit dim of the room. He reaches for Finn’s belt buckle, feeling the way his suit rumples beneath his own knees and running his fingers over the rough, sturdy fabric of Finn’s pants.
“You okay with this?” Poe asks, figuring from the bulging zipper that he probably is, but asking anyway.
“If I want you to stop, I’ll tell you to,” Finn promises, curling his hand under Poe’s chin and brushing his thumb over Poe’s lips.
Taking Finn at his word, Poe presses his mouth against the straining zipper just for long enough to feel Finn’s forming erection shift against his mouth, for heat to travel through the thick material from one side to the other. Finn groans softly, his palm settling comfortably on top of Poe’s head.
He tugs the button free and the first few teeth of the zipper burst away from each other under the pressure, revealing the rounded bulge of Finn’s underwear, his barely clothed and expanding cock, and if Poe ever had any patience to tease he abandons it now, pulling the elasticized waist of Finn’s boxers down to lick over the head of his cock, now hard and eager. Finn curls his other hand around the base of it to steady his cock for Poe’s mouth, and Poe explores every inch of Finn’s cock with his lips and tongue while he holds onto the backs of Finn’s thighs.
The skin is velvet smooth and heated against Poe’s tongue, giving at first a taste of exertions - musk-sweat and a long day - that fades down quickly and sweetly to nothing on Poe’s tongue.
Finn groans appreciatively, as Poe slides his hands over the backs of his thighs and makes clever use of his tongue.
“Oh, Poe,” Finn says, voice strained slightly, but so soft and sweet and full of wonder that Poe wants to hear Finn say his name again a hundred times. A thousand.
He sucks Finn’s cock deep into his mouth then, letting the firm weight of it press his tongue flat. He’s hard himself from this - the feel of Finn’s hand on the crown of his head, the sound of Finn’s voice and the heady, bitter taste of thin precum dribbling against his tongue, coating his mouth with a taste he only likes because it’s unique to Finn.
He reaches down to palm himself through his pants, shifting the fabric over his forming erection to get more comfortable.
“Oh,” Finn breathes, and Poe glances up to see that Finn’s eyes are open and on him, sharp and dark. Hungry. “Can I...? Will you let me?”
It’s the sort of request that needs a verbal answer. Poe reluctantly draws off, letting Finn feel every inch of his withdrawal and swallowing a few times to clear his mouth as he sat back on his knees.
“Yes,” Poe says. “Please.”
Finn reaches down and lifts Poe up off his knees, pulling their mouths together without reserve, into a passionate kiss that hums through Poe’s whole body. One of his braced hands reaching down to cup Poe’s hard cock through his pants, warm and confident in a way that weakens Poe’s knees.
“Lay down for me,” Finn says, a suggestion with just enough of a hint of command that Poe’s mouth goes dry and hungry.
He does, removing his shoes and then laying back over the short dimension of the bed. Finn steps out of his pants, then reaches for Poe’s, tugging them gently off over Poe’s hips as he arches upwards to ease the way. He reaches up to pull Finn’s shirt off as he settles on the bed over Poe.
Underneath, he’s gorgeous - more gorgeous, Poe corrects himself when he looks up again at Finn’s focused by gentle features. He has a very kissable mouth, for example. Tender eyes. The line of his throat is poetic.
“How d’you want this to go?” Poe asks, reaching up to put his arms around Finn’s sturdy shoulders.
“Mmm,” Finn says. He smiles, giving Poe a cheeky look that tells Poe no matter what Finn’s gone through, it hasn’t broken him or made him cruel. “For several hours? Until we’re both begging for mercy? I mean we have options...”
Poe laughs, leaning up to touch their noses together.
“What?” Finn asks. “You think I have too high of an opinion of myself?”
“I’m worried you have too high an opinion of me” Poe confesses. “How will I ever keep up?”
Finn reached down, curling his hand around Poe’s cock and giving it a long, firm stroke. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand.”
Poe breathes out, charged, feeling the strength and callouses in Finn’s grip and finding both items reassuring.
“We can just keep it simple,” Finn suggests, stroking Poe slowly. “That’ll leave some mystery for the next time.”
“I like that idea,” Poe said, rocking up into Finn’s grip. He turned his mouth against Finn’s for a brief kiss and then pulled one hand away from the back of Finn’s neck and insinuated his grip between them to get ahold of Finn’s cock in turn, enjoying the way Finn sighs out as if in relief.
“Keeping it simple?” Finn asks.
“Having a next time,” Poe asserts.
“Are you asking me out?” Finn says, looking at Poe as if he were a conundrum. “I mean, you already had my dick in your mouth.”
Poe offered Finn a sweet smile. “I would think that might increase my odds of a positive answer.”
Finn makes a disbelieving sound, then laughs. “Yeah, I’d like that - uh, not just the blowjobs, in case that wasn’t clear. The whole package.”
Poe rolls them both over and kisses Finn deeply on the mouth. “The whole package includes blowjobs.”
He lines their cocks up together for the thrill of friction. Both their hands working together, with Poe’s spit still slicking the way some. It feels both electric and grounding, a slow but steady build toward release. He can watch the way it grows and intensifies on Finn’s features this way, and Poe decides that maybe the whole package will involve as much of Finn as he can manage to explore.
“Ah,” Finn breathes a warning and Poe knows what he wants from this, so he ducks lower, taking Finn’s cock in his mouth again to tip him over. Finn gasps, gripping urgently at the back of Poe’s neck, making a satisfying sound as he cums, pouring out over Poe’s tongue and then falling back against the bed, tension running out of his body in a way that Poe can feel through the places they’re touching.
His arms curl around Poe’s shoulders and pull him up against his chest, cradling their bodies together as he tries to catch his breath. Poe’s about to make some sly remark when Finn flips them again, the covers now a half-tangled mess beneath them. He curls his fist around Poe’s cock with intent and jacks mercilessly until Poe sees stars and feels the heat of them pouring out of his belly, splashing over his skin and Finn’s.
They collapse together, wrapped up in blankets and each other, still in the darkness of the hotel room. In a few moments, the pace and puzzle of life will resume, they will get up to see to hygiene and then settle in to sleep. In the morning, worries will return. But for now, they’ve escaped that orbit and into each other’s.
-
Rey catches him in the morning before Poe is truly ready. He surrenders the warm space against Finn’s side only reluctantly. Before he collects more of the parts of himself scattered around the room, he thinks he could stay in that space forever.
Then his usual guarded reserve returns as Poe drinks his first cup of hotel-room caf and Rey takes in the picture presented with a detective’s attention to detail. She pointedly sits on the still-made bed with the heavy whirring of servos and a creak from the bed frame, and produces the storage device from Poe’s ruined data-tab, still in its plastic evidence bag.
“No prints, of course. And it doesn’t seem like it as accessed since it was last installed in your device,” Rey starts. “I saw your incomplete map and took advantage of my access to read your case notes.”
Poe accepts this invasion of his privacy as at least a lesser one than he’d endured with Kylo Ren. Rey is watching him for signs of outrage, but he doesn’t feel any.
“Alright,” Poe says.
“Everything seems to check out,” she says. “I had a look at the place you suggested for the missing piece early this morning. You’re right. It’s all dug up.”
“Do you think they found the part that was there?” Poe asks. He wonders if he’ll have to let this case go. For now, anyway, he doubts he’ll forget to answer the affront if the opportunity comes up in the future.
“It’s the safer bet,” Rey says. “What do you want to do about it?’
Poe feels both gazes settle onto him, Rey’s guarded and Finn’s open and anxious. He wants to see this through, stubbornly. He wants to recover the map like Senator Organa asked him to. Not to leave a job unfinished. Finn’s expression begs Poe to leave it, and Rey’s gaze suggests temperance, that Poe should return to the letter of the law and work with her rather than around her.
“What do you suggest?” he says, eyes on Rey’s mobility frame.
“We should go after them,” Rey says. “You, me, Finn. If they have their hands in some kind of conspiracy we need to stop them - from within, and from the outside.”
“It’ll be dangerous,” Finn warns.
“I’m not afraid of dangerous,” Rey says, fiercely. “As long as I’m not alone.”
Poe feels another pang of guilt. “I’m sorry, I-”
“Stop that,” Rey hisses. “Stop blaming yourself for not saving me, or whatever it is that’s eating you up when you look at me. I’m not less than I was before because I have a disability. the only thing that really diminished me was the loss of my competent partner and mentor.”
Poe is shocked to silence, recoiling as if struck. He forces himself to shut up and listen when the urge to defend himself rises. Rey is right - he’d taken off, he’d been the idiot. She fixes her stern gaze on him for a long time, until she’s sure it’s sunk in.
“I’m-” Poe starts.
“Apology accepted, and shut up,” Rey says, continuing. “You can work in avenues I can’t. I have access to things you don’t. If we combine our strengths - and Senator Organa’s if she’s still willing to pursue this - maybe we can bring down this giant hiding under the Republic’s bridge.”
Poe only considers for a moment. He checks with Finn before offering an answer.
“What do you want, buddy?” Poe asks. “I know you wound up a part of this without really meaning to. If you want out...”
“Are you kidding?” Finn asks. “You’d do it anyway, right?”
Poe has to admit he would. Finn shakes his head.
“No way. If you’re in, I’m in,” he asserts. “Besides, I know things you can use.”
Rey accepts all that, tossing the bag with the memory device in it back to Poe. “Then it’s a deal. You should contact the Senator and bring her up to date. I’ll feel out my people, see if I can find any real links we can press on, or an idea of how widespread this is. I’ll get back in touch with you tonight. Do me a favor and try not to do anything dangerous until then.”
Poe nods. He means it.
“I’ll be trying to put my apartment back together,” he promises.
“Good,” Rey says. “It’s a mess, and you’re going to have some company.”
With that parting jab, the servos of her device whir to life and lift her to her feet, and she sweeps from the room with authority in her heavy tread.
-
“I’m happy to help you clean up,” Finn offers later, after they’ve both had a chance to use the ‘fresher and check out of the hotel.
“I’d like that,” Poe admits. He’s wearing yesterday’s suit with creases in the knees, and he knows how they got there. “Though you don’t have to stay with me, if that makes you uncomfortable.”
“Let me try it,” Finn says. “I bet it will be better than where I have been living, and it’ll be safer for both of us.”
Poe thinks that last part sounds a little like an excuse, but he lets it slide. He can try it, too, and see. As they climb the stairs to his abused apartment, Poe hesitates.
“So I know what you just saw between me and Rey doesn’t say a lot for me as a partner,” Poe says, hoping it’s the right time. “But what I was trying to say uh, before - last night...”
He rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, stumbling over his own words. He takes a deep breath, looking ahead rather than back at Finn. “But, uh, I could use one in my line of work, and-”
“You’re really offering?” Finn asks, and Poe risks a look to gauge his reaction now. He looks - hopeful.
“Yeah,” Poe says, offering a smile. “I know it’s a little sudden.”
And maybe a little weird, he thinks, being that they’d slept together - and were probably going to keep sleeping together. “I understand if you don’t want-”
Finn gathers Poe into his arms, unbalancing him off the stairs and against him, kissing Poe. It goes on and on, until Poe is breathless and dizzy.
“I’d love to,” Finn says.
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End.