"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?)
"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."
"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.
"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...
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."
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?"
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."
"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.
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?"
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."
"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.
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.
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?"
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?"
"Just want to be sure." Why wouldn't it be? He can think of any number of reasons, beginning and ending with I don't think of you that way, Finn. Unconsciously mirroring him, Finn licks his own lips and goes in for another kiss, this time running his hands down Poe's bare chest like he'd been thinking about for days now, and it's just as warm and solid as he'd imagined. From there one of his hands reaches up to Poe's tangle of hair and Finn grips it loosely as he kisses deeper. It's such a relief to have it out in the open like this that he already feels giddy.
Well, if he had any remaining doubts (he didn't) that would have cleared them up. He leans into Finn's touch with a happy murmur, nothing more coherent than that because his mouth is otherwise occupied. And hell, if Finn wants to drive, he's happy to go for that. He parts his lips for Finn with no protest, one hand coming up to rest against the side of his neck, thumb moving over his jaw line. And hey, why not, he'll take that chance to start exploring those muscles of Finn's, appreciating all that sun-warmed skin.
Ever since Finn had left the First Order, he'd felt everything so intensely that it's almost scary to contemplate, and the desire he feels now is no exception. It could be because he's finally not afraid - the First Order is still out there, sure, and they'd love to get their hands on him, but they're biding their time and Spira's almost as far off their radar as the Outer Rim. Everything is at peace, however temporarily, and it's given him a chance to think about what he wants.
Right now what he wants is the naked pilot who's practically sitting in his lap.
On a rock. On a semi-public beach. Okay, maybe he should think about this before going too far to stop. After a long and satisfying kiss, Finn pulls away, breathing heavily and still cupping Poe's head with his hand. "So, do we get sand everywhere or wait till we get back to the hotel, Poe?"
When Finn pulls back, Poe can't help but lean in to follow and nip lightly at his lips. "We're on a rock right now," he points out. Experimentally, he runs his hand over Finn's side. They can't safely get too frisky right now anyway due to the lack of foresight which has resulted in a lack of lube, but...
"Depends on what you're comfortable with." Because that's really the most important thing. It also seems best to just be straightforward about what's on offer, though. "But I'd sure be happy to give you head before lunch."
Getting on the rock to dry out was definitely the best idea he's had in a while. Finn glances around at the rock with a critical eye - okay, that would work without risk of serious injury. Well, undue risk, anyway. It's an acceptable amount of risk. Finn nods.
"Yeah. And I'll do you too? It's only fair." Even just picturing the expression Poe's face might get is a turn-on, and it'll mean they can wait till later to go all out because they'll satisfy each other now.
Getting a shot at Finn's cock is really a reward in itself as far as he's concerned, but, "Can't say no to that. Not when you're offering." He grins. Finn seems just fine with the concept, which answers some questions he wasn't even going to ask because it's not any of his damn business. Just makes for things being less awkward.
Since that's all settled, he moves in to kiss Finn again. He's never been a shy guy and he's not going to start now. What they both want is pretty clear. But for the moment, while things are getting heated up, he moves in to straddle Finn's lap. Just in case he was thinking of going anywhere.
For this? No hesitation at all. There's plenty he's seen or heard of but never tried, but some acts had been easier to get away with than others, even under surveillance. Not even having to worry about being caught brings up exciting new possibilities, and Finn's already thinking about some of them for later.
His train of thought is interrupted when Poe moves up to his lap, because why think about later when he can focus on now? Finn grins and runs his hands down Poe's chest past those fabulous abs and down to his cock. Lightly but with sure motions, he gives it a few strokes as a warm-up. "Me first or you first?"
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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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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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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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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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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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Oops did he just say that...
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He's getting close to dried off, anyway, in the direct sun.
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"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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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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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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"And if I was giving you permission?"
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"If you were. Uh. Then yeah. Couldn't say no to that."
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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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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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--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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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?"
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Right now what he wants is the naked pilot who's practically sitting in his lap.
On a rock. On a semi-public beach. Okay, maybe he should think about this before going too far to stop. After a long and satisfying kiss, Finn pulls away, breathing heavily and still cupping Poe's head with his hand. "So, do we get sand everywhere or wait till we get back to the hotel, Poe?"
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"Depends on what you're comfortable with." Because that's really the most important thing. It also seems best to just be straightforward about what's on offer, though. "But I'd sure be happy to give you head before lunch."
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"Yeah. And I'll do you too? It's only fair." Even just picturing the expression Poe's face might get is a turn-on, and it'll mean they can wait till later to go all out because they'll satisfy each other now.
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Since that's all settled, he moves in to kiss Finn again. He's never been a shy guy and he's not going to start now. What they both want is pretty clear. But for the moment, while things are getting heated up, he moves in to straddle Finn's lap. Just in case he was thinking of going anywhere.
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His train of thought is interrupted when Poe moves up to his lap, because why think about later when he can focus on now? Finn grins and runs his hands down Poe's chest past those fabulous abs and down to his cock. Lightly but with sure motions, he gives it a few strokes as a warm-up. "Me first or you first?"
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