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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.

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.

"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.

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."

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?"

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

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

"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.

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.

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?"

"I offered first," Poe points out. He takes a little more time getting down to business, a few kisses, caresses that wander over Finns chest and stomach before he slides his hand over the other man's cock. He's already half hard himself and responding eagerly because damn, he has wanted this. "Hell yeah," he murmurs.

"All right." Fair enough, one of them has to go first, and that means he'll be able to take his time with Poe. "Yeah--oh hell yeah. Damn, Dameron." Finn's aroused and it doesn't take much to reflect that, not with Poe working on him bit by bit. A few more strokes and he's fully hard, and he increases the speed and pressure on his own strokes to make sure Poe gets just as hard. Even if they won't be addressing him until later, Finn can make sure Poe is ready. It's obvious he's willing.

But it's going to have to wait, because after a little work o Poe's part, Finn is having some serious difficulty concentrating. "I'm--Im ready when you are." And he begins to lay back on the rock so Poe can continue without obstacle.

Poe leans in to laugh against Finn's neck--and throw in some kisses as well. "See, my last name starts to make sense." Damn, but Finn's got him going fast. Then again, it's hard to stay calm and cool about something you want as bad as this. Especially not when he thought he wouldn't be getting it.

He's not in it to play coy or be teasing. That's really never been his way. He dives in for one more kiss, then moves down over Finn's body. He shoots Finn a grin, one hand wrapping firmly around the base of his cock, and then sucks the head of his cock between his lips. There's just the faint hint of ocean salt to go with the slick precum, and he takes it eagerly as far as he can without gagging himself. He's never been one to do things halfway.

"Good name," Finn agrees. "It--" Nope, can't continue coherently, time to moan again. "Yeah. Hell yeah." He continues on in much the same vein, letting Poe know without any equivocation exactly how good this feels. And it's not just the sexual gratification (he's not there yet, but he's not exactly holding back so it won't be too long); he knows absolutely that he can trust Poe, and he genuinely likes him.

And Poe Dameron is, as he'd been thinking earlier, an unfairly attractive man. Just looking down at him taking Finn's cock into his mouth makes Finn moan again.

He's not exactly a pro at oral, but he knows what he's doing, and he listens. Poe keeps his hand stroking what he can't fit in his mouth, his tongue moving over the sensitive lines of of the head and the subtle veins. And when he can, he tilts his head enough that he can look up at Finn, because he wants to see his face. That's what he wants to remember the most out of this. It's the kind of thing that'll keep a guy warm on lonely nights when he's out on patrol.

Since he's really got only one hand to work with--the other he needs to support himself--he does take a little time away from the stroking to play with Finn's balls and see if he likes that.

Finn's expression is exactly the kind of bliss he hopes he can elicit later. It should be excellent fuel for Poe's memories.

Working on his balls is good, not quite as fantastic as stroking his cock directly but still intimate and enough to make Finn squirm just a little - not enough to interfere with the blowjob, he's smarter than that, but as a way to excise some of that tension without completely letting go. It can't last very long though, not with how badly he wants this.

"Poe. Poe, I'm getting close!"

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