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Once they're done play fighting, Poe settles down to floating along on his stomach, head tilted out of the water. "I've never said no to a handsome guy wanting to buy me dessert. Thanks for volunteering."

Seems fair. They're at least earning their chow tonight.

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It is only fair, if Poe's going to buy dinner. Besides, he'd do it anyway just because Poe likes desserts and calls him handsome.

Finn kicks up until he's floating on his back. It feels so good to be floating like that, looking up without pressure and not even needing a painkiller, that he doesn't even seem to care how very naked he is. "We ought to come back here, too. We can try out the other beaches, but this is a good size for swimming."

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"Definitely," Poe agrees. "I don't think this would be good for surfing, but we'll make it our spot for swimming."

Our spot. In a friends only way. He's got this. He can do it. He's totally not checking Finn out, wet and glinting in the sun. Definitely not. Crap.

"Beach seems pretty nice too. Can just bring a blanket or two and lay around. Get some sun." He snickers. "Bring some food."

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Finn lazily splashes in Poe's general direction at the mention of food. Now he's just getting hungry. "Maybe some towels. We gonna dry off in the sun or what?"

Not that he's ready to get out quite yet, but the trail does still go on a ways and there might be a good surfing beach somewhere else. Or a fishing spot. Poe mentioned he wanted to do that, too, and Finn isn't sure what makes a good fishing spot.

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"Towels. If you want to get technical. But yeah, I figured dying in the sun today sounded nice." What's lazier than that, laying around on a beach during leave? He's looking forward to it.

Poe's not really sure how to fish either; from what dad taught him, fishing is just an excuse to sit around and drink lager, which sounds like a great thing to do on leave as well.

He flicks a little water at Finn in return. "Or we could just stay in the water and turn into fish. I'm okay with that too."

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"I call that rock to dry off on. I want to eat the fish, not turn into one." He'd dry off on the beach, but getting sand in his scar seems like a bad idea and he likes looking up at the sky.

Also, he's starting to get hungry. Thanks, Poe. It's not that he has a one-track mind, he swears.

"Think there's a restaurant at the end of the trail?"

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"If you really want to cuddle up with a rock, be my guest," Poe says. He figures he's got a. shirt and a flight suit, he can make it work on the beach.

What, Finn is hungry already? If course gee is. "Dunno. If we can find where BB-8 wavered off to, he'll have a map though." The droid, not made for water, had gotten bored and gone to poke around in the rocks nearby when they'd hit the beach.

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"It ought to be faster cause the rock's been in sunlight," Finn points out, though he isn't paddling toward shore just yet. "Not saying I want to cuddle with it."

He does drift down out of the back-float and turn back to look at the beach, though, and calls out to the droid. "Hey, BB-8! Is there a restaurant along the trail somewhere?"

BB-8 stops prodding at the pebbles to roll a little closer so they can hear. (The map says there's one a few klicks out. Are you really hungry again?)

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"And you might burn your ass on it," Poe teases. "Come on, it looks like a perfectly nice rock."

He can't help but laugh at BB-8's response. "He's always hungry. But hopefully it's the kind of restaurant with fancy drinks. I'm supposed to get fancy drinks, you know. Iolo said he'd quiz me when I got back."

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"Better than getting sand up my ass," he shoots back, grinning. "Or sitting on my shorts. They're supposed to stay dry, remember?"

A quick lunch and some fancy drinks sounds perfect, so Finn starts heading back to begin sunning himself on the rock. They'll definitely have to come back here later, he thinks as he pulls himself up onto the rock and stretches out. Poe will probably look almost as good in a swimsuit as he does out of it; he does keep his eyes peeled to see if Poe chooses another rock or dries off in the sand.

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"You planning on grinding on the sand?" Poe asks. Stop it, Dameron. Bad idea. No. "Guess you'll just have to watch and learn."

When they finally get out, Poe does retrieve one article of his clothing--the shirt--and spreads that out on the beach. He sits on it, legs stretches out to take advantage of the breeze coming out off the seat. Any sand that sticks to his calves, he's confident that the can brush off when he gets up. He wiggles a little, grinning. "Nice and comfy." Since sand's got a way of molding itself to fit around what's sitting in it...

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Finn laughs and stretches out on the rock - it's hot, but the water cools it enough that it certainly doesn't burn him. Laying down feels almost as good as getting into the water in the first place had been.

He could really get the hang of this vacation thing.

Once most of the moisture has evaporated off, Finn flips over and props himself up on his elbows to look over at Poe. "I don't know what you're talking about, Poe. It's perfectly nice up here on this rock."

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Poe's been leaving back on his hands, face turned toward the sun like he's going to just breathe it in. But Finn gets his attention immediately, and a bright smile. "That an invitation?"

Oops did he just say that...

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"Thought you preferred the sand," he teases. "There's plenty of room up here, if you want."

He's getting close to dried off, anyway, in the direct sun.

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Well, he did ask. Nothing weird here. Poe gets up and pauses to brush off a bit if sand clinging to his legs, then saunters over, shirt loose in one hand. He punks down next to Finn. "I think this is going to fry my ass like an egg."

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"It's not so bad over here. Don't you want to dry off faster?" The rock is noticeably cooler where Finn had been laying before, thanks to the water evaporating.

"Then again, maybe pilots cook at lower temperatures." Finn's aware that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but he is suddenly in very close proximity to a naked Poe, and it's different when there isn't a barrier of water separating them. He might be babbling slightly.

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"You in a hurry for something?" Poe asks, and leans enough to bump his shoulder against Finn's.

Yep, they sure are naked and in close proximity. This was a dumb idea. He looks out over the sea.

"Nah, nothing hotter than a pilot." It's like Kare is speaking out of his mouth, which is bad.

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Finn shrugs. "Habit, I guess." Okay, and he's hungry, but there's nothing unusual about that.

Poe's...not wrong, if he's any kind of example of pilots in general. Hell, Finn can feel himself heating up, and it has nothing to do with the sunlight. "Yeah?" Finn asks carefully. "What if I don't want to get burned?"

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Oof. Well, it's just a joke. So Poe laughs, setting himself mentally back on course. "Don't worry, buddy," he says. "No flybys on friendlies without permission, it's a rule. Wouldn't want to accidentally cook someone in the afterburn."

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Well. That's not quite the answer he had in mind, but if they're running with the metaphor....

"And if I was giving you permission?"

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Is this metaphor becoming too strained? Well. What the hell.

"If you were. Uh. Then yeah. Couldn't say no to that."

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"Good. Consider, uh, the permission granted. If you feel like it."

Yeah, no, the metaphor is gone by now and Finn looks a bit freaked out, and it's a good thing they're right next to the ocean because there's something roaring in his hears and he's pretty sure it's embarrassment.

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What?

Are you sure?

Those would both be very dumb things to say, and he somehow manages to not say either. But it takes him a minute to process that anyway, because having this conversation (are they even having it?) in metaphor land was also not the greatest idea. Well, he thinks, let's be honest. All the best ideas he's ever had have involved flying. The rest hasn't exactly been a hot mess, but there's a reason he's a pilot and that's pretty much all he does.

And if you think about this like a pilot, the situation is a lot clearer. He's got the window of opportunity. He'd be a moron not to take it.

"Okay."

So that's what he does, swooping down to give Finn a kiss. Sort of like the warning shot across the bow or the initial strafing run. But with lips.

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That was as clean an invitation Finn could manage without attaching any pressure - maybe Poe would take it and maybe he wouldn't, but either way it was at least out there in the open now. If Poe wants to keep what they have as strictly platonic, all he has to do is--

--not sweep in and kiss Finn like that. Finn gives what can only be described as a groan and scrambles up to a sitting position to be level with Poe. It means breaking the kiss but he kisses right back, a little sloppy but enthusiastic as anything. This one is quick too, though, because he breaks it off again to look, concerned, into Poe's eyes. "This is really okay?"

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He has a moment of concern when Finn's moving around, where he can't quite tell if Finn's coming toward him or trying to get away, but the enthusiastic kiss that follows clears up all questions. Okay.

Well, he's just going to have to reassess his understanding of the world, and that's okay with him.

"Yeah," he says, more breathes the word out. He licks his lips, then grins. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be?"