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[forcesensitive]

"All right," Finn says softly, grinning to himself in the dark. He slows down just a bit and then speeds up his long grasping strokes, thoroughly enjoying the silky-hard feel of Poe's cock. When Poe comes, he gives it a few extra pumps to make sure he finishes all the way before snagging a tissue to wipe up.

"Good morning, Poe."

[helluva_pilot]

Poe gives Finn a lazy smile and pulls him over for a kiss. "Morning, Finn," he says.

Definitely a good way to start a morning.

He holds out his arm to Finn, inviting him to snuggle in.

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The kiss is nice and the snuggling is nicer, even if Finn's not quite sure where all of his limbs are supposed to go. It's warm and comfortable like this, though.

"Mmm. What do you want to do today?"

He wants to take a run in the morning, but aside from that Finn's open to anything.

[helluva_pilot]

"Surfing?" Since that's what's sounded most fun to him. "Or they've got some kind of paragliding thing too."

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"Surfing sounds fun. Mind if I take a run and eat some breakfast first?"

He's clearly in no rush, though, not when he can lay around a little longer.

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"We should both probably do that. Don't wanna get out of shape on vacation."

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Finn runs a hand down Poe's nicely-muscled abdomen, grinning. "Yeah. Wouldn't want to lose this."

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Poe laughs. "Oh, I see how it is." He pokes Finn lightly. "You better watch out. The way they give us rations and stick us on long patrols, I'm gonna end up as big as Snap."

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"Long as you could still fit in a cockpit, wouldn't matter to me." He gives Poe another kiss, but quickly after he heaves himself up and pulls on some workout clothes. Might as well get the run in before the sun gets too hot.

[helluva_pilot]

"Big guys give good hugs." Which is true. Once Finn's up, he slides out of bed to get dressed as well, since he is serious about needing to stay in shape.

"You better just take it easy, or I'm telling the medics when we get back."

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"Don't worry. The last thing I want to do is make anything worse." But some light jogging (only a few miles) and some swimming should be fine, and he'd taken the medical advice very seriously as far as what he should and should not be doing.

Jog around the trail, shower off, eat breakfast. It's as easy to say as to do, and Finn's ravenous by the time they make it to the buffet breakfast. Of course, he has to try a little bit of everything. His plate is nearly groaning under its own weight by the time he finally takes his seat.

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"Yeah, I know, I know. But I worry anyway." He's allowed to say that, right? Hell with it.

Poe keeps up with Finn just fine and doesn't try to make it into a contest--that can wait for later when he's all healed up and good. For now, time to relax, and he can hold his competitive nature in check for a good cause. He's maybe a little less hungry than Finn--or maybe he's just pacing himself. Seconds are a thing, after all.

"You know you can go back or a second plate when you're done with that one, right?"

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It gives him a warm feeling to know there's someone worrying about him, even if Finn is pretty sure he can take care of himself.

"There might not be any left when I go back," Finn points out as he digs into some eggs--real eggs, peppered with bits of real vegetables. He's still very much not used to the concept of eating the way normal people do.

[helluva_pilot]

"I don't think they really run out of food at these places," he says. "I mean, other than when they close the chow line down. But that's not for another hour."

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Finn blinks a few times. "But it's all fresh." That means it's clearly in limited supply, right?

[helluva_pilot]

"Yeah? And then they make more stuff fresh later. Trust me. That's how it works when you're on vacation. Well. This kind of vacation."

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It takes a moment before that really sinks in, but when he does, he ducks his head and grins, a little embarrassed.

"Right. It's gotta all come from somewhere."

And then his expression brightens. "Maybe I'll get a second plate when I'm done with this, then."

[helluva_pilot]

"Hey, don't ever blame yourself for not knowing stuff. Not like I was born knowing how a bed and breakfast works." It's the sort of thing you absorb if you aren't raised by a fascist dictatorship, probably.

He grins. "If you're hungry, go for it. You've paid for it already. Comes with the room."

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Is he hungry? As always, the answer is yes - though he's at least not stuffing his face so fast he's liable to choke. Judging by the expression on his face, it's all very good.

"Whatever it is, I like it. Maybe we can check out one of those restaurants we passed for lunch later, too?"

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"Definitely! There's more than enough that we can try a new one every day if you want. That'd be pretty fun. Sample the local take on everything." He's trying to not tease Finn about food too much. If nothing else, he'll get used to it. The vacation will definitely help. And he knows it comes from some sad stuff.

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There's not really any use thinking about how bad things were, because he's never going to have to deal with it again. He knows that much.

And the vacation is helping with many things.

"Let's do it," he decides as his plate steadily empties.

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"Could roll the dice on it," Poe says. "Make it really random." Since he has a feeling the, 'well what do you feel like eating' game isn't going to really work on Finn. And he doesn't mind picking sometimes, but he'd feel weird if it was all the time.

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"That works good enough for me." Honestly, he has no preference as long as it's food - as evidenced by the rapid disappearance of what's on his plate. Some day he'll get used to the idea that food's not time-limited and he doesn't have to shovel everything into his mouth, but it hasn't happened yet.

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And Poe isn't the picky sort, so it'll work well for him and let him not feel like the meal dictator or something. Win-win.

He finishes up his own plate and settles back to sip his second cup of caf. "Feels so weird, not having somewhere I have to be." But in a good way.

[forcesensitive]

"Tell me about it." Taking this 'second plate' idea at face value, he grabs a small dish of fruit to wrap up breakfast with. "I'm used to having everything regimented. Maybe that's why it was so easy for me to join you guys." He doesn't name names, not where the First Order and the Resistance might turn heads, but anybody looking at them can probably tell they're military on leave anyway.