There's an important difference between wasting time and stalling while still doing something useful. And since Poe seems to like that, he continues with one nipple and mirrors the ass-grab, getting a nice handful firm pilot.
"Ngh," Finn says eloquently, leaning in against Poe's hand and grinding a bit. "Then yeah, I want that. Only you gotta tell me what lube is first."
What? How can he not--well, actually, considering what he learned earlier, he supposes it shouldn't be surprised that any Stormtroopers wanting quickies have to do it dry. That's a sad thought. He'd rather put a more positive spin on it, in the sense that he's going to share something really good with Finn.
He leans into Finn's hand, since that's nice; he likes the way the man is touching him. "Then I'm gonna change your life," he says. He keeps stroking Finn through his pants. "Let's get these clothes off."
"All right. You too, okay?" Finn shucks his clothes quickly enough, though he has to back away from Poe to be thorough about it. And why not head over to the bed? Might as well use it, since it's here - there will, he hopes, be plenty of chances to try standing up later.
Poe skins out of his pants without pause and then goes for the bag Finn was carrying. He gets the lube out of that and breaks the seal on the bottle. He dots some on his fingers, warms it with rubbing as he approaches Finn. He offers the bottle with one hand, the other with its slick fingers coming down to smooth over Finn's cock.
His curious expression turns into instant understanding once Poe starts working on his cock. "Oh!" The practical applications click into place even as Poe gives a practical demonstraton with how smoothly his hands move up and down, and Finn breaks into a big grin that isn't solely due to the physical sensation.
"I got it," he pants, and he pulls Poe down onto the bed with him. Some jostling around speckled with kissing and stroking drives home that his original plan would in fact be bad for his back. "Here, you come over to the edge and I'll stand for this part." Because he wants to keep watch on Poe's expression for this, wants to make sure he's doing it right and that Poe gets just as much out of it as he does.
Borrowing the lube, he'll start applying it to Poe carefully.
He scoots over to the edge, settling on his back. He curls one leg around Finn, just to have that point of connection while Finn gets everything figured out. "Rule of using lube is there's no such thing as too much," he says.
"All right. All right, I got it." His voice has a touch of what Poe would probably recognize as--not false bravado, but the kind of talking to himself Finn does when he's trying to convince himself, rather than anyone else.
His hands aren't hesitant, mimicking Poe's gesture to warm the lube up first and then probing his asshole. No such thing as too much means he takes his time, but doing so does help Finn with the talking-himself-into-it part so that when he's ready to slide his cock in--and slide it does, slick and tight and exactly what he's been wanting for what seems like forever--there's no hesitation at all, just groaning and closing his eyes for a second. "Damn, Poe!"
"You got it," Poe reassures him, stroking the back of his leg with his foot. This isn't something to be nervous about, really. It's for fun.
It's always a little shock, that first intrusion with the finger, but he's into it because that's Finn, and he's look at Finn's face the entire time and just wishing things would go a little faster so he could have the cock. He isn't shy about touching himself either, hand wandering over his own cock while Finn gets him ready.
And then that's a lot bigger, not like anticipating ever means knowing what it will feel like in that moment, the little burn, the feeling of being filled, clenching around Finn's cock just a little and breathing through it. "Yeah," he pants, eyes half closed. He tightens his leg around Finn's waist, pulling him in more snuggly because-- "Hell yeah."
Once he's in, the hesitation vanishes, thanks in no small part to Poe's encouragement, both verbal and non. "Hell yeah," he agrees breathlessly, slick and hot and tight and welcome driving him to thrust deeper, faster, getting almost as much of a thrill out of watching Poe react as he does from the sex itself. Once he's in a comfortable rhythm, he braces one hand against Poe's hip and the other goes to work on Poe's cock, almost tangling with Poe's own hand there but compromising quickly enough.
"You like that?" It's obvious he does, but Finn feels like he has to say something.
He's happy to have the extra hang on his cock, fumbling between then our no. He wants Finn's hands all over him, though he's having a hard time actually putting that into words once he hitched his hips to an angle where nearly every thrust is stimulating his prostate. All he really has is an unsteady, eager moan, the tightening of his legs.
Finally he manages a slightly breathy "yes!" And then another before it's a little too much simulation and he comes across his own stomach. "Keep going," he pants, being almost.
"Okay," Finn gasps, and it's not more than a few thrusts later that he crests the edge, coming hard into Poe and then just standing there, supporting himself with his arms as much as his legs. Finally he pulls out, blinks a couple times to bring himself back to the present, and grabs the nearby box of tissues so they can both wipe up.
That's followed by a much more satisfied groan and a collapse onto the bed so he can properly cuddle up. "Damn, Poe," he manages. "That was--real good. Damn."
Poe's feeling rather boneless and well warmed. He cleans up the worst of the mess and doesn't worry about the rest, content to sprawl out half on top of Finn. "Told you," he says, smugly. "Lube will change your life."
Finn has to laugh at that. He traces one hand over the line of Poe's biceps, supremely content with the sprawling and contact and warmth. It's true that he agrees, yet--
"It's not the lube that changed my life, Poe."
There are so many reasons he wouldn't be laying here right now if it wasn't for the man in bed with him.
"Mmm." He flexes his arm a little for Finn's appreciation, then settles his hand over Finn's stomach. "You changed your own life, Finn. And saved mine. Bravest guy I ever met."
And it had landed them here, which is probably the best bonus to not being tortured to death he's ever had.
"If you think I coulda done it on my own, you got another thought coming." He'll accept that he had a good part in Poe's rescue, sure, but it wasn't like he had a better choice at the time.
And Finn is very, very glad he'd made the right choice.
"Besides, I was afraid. I was terrified. You were the calm one, remember?"
"But that's the point," Poe says. "Real bravery isn't about doing what you have to do when you're stone cold and got your head down into the wind. It's being scared out of your mind and doing it anyway."
He offers Finn a light kiss. "Though okay, I did help a little once you got the ball rolling."
Finn is quiet for a while, thinking about it. Bravery is being scared out of your mind and doing it anyway? By that definition, sure, but isn't that what anyone would do? He kisses back first, yes, but Finn is distracted.
"But you can't just give up when things get tough. What good would that be?"
"But some people do," Poe says. "Most people. And that doesn't mean they're bad. It doesn't mean they're weak. Good people get scared and can't keep going. It means they need people like you'n'me to watch over them."
He knows the truth of it even as Poe says it. Hell, he'd seen it enough among the other Stormtroopers. "Someone to give them a push when they can't take the first step on their own. And they can go the rest of the way, but they can't start."
Just like Rey. She wouldn't leave Jakku until there had been no choice, and now? Now she's making her home among the stars.
"Yeah, and sometimes that, too." Another soft kiss. "And sometimes you just gotta be the one standing up for people who can't and saying no to the dark, rigth?"
Because if nobody fights for the Light, the Dark will win.
"Yeah." He kisses back, runs his hands lightly over Poe's muscular chest and abdomen again. "And you'll help me, won't you? So I'm not standing up alone."
He stretches, arches a little under Finn's touch, though he keeps his attention on the words. Because this is even more important than the fact that they're both naked and exploring this new territory. This is about a much more important future. "You can count on it," he says, smiling. "You know I'll come swooping in, just like Takodana."
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"Ngh," Finn says eloquently, leaning in against Poe's hand and grinding a bit. "Then yeah, I want that. Only you gotta tell me what lube is first."
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He leans into Finn's hand, since that's nice; he likes the way the man is touching him. "Then I'm gonna change your life," he says. He keeps stroking Finn through his pants. "Let's get these clothes off."
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"I got it," he pants, and he pulls Poe down onto the bed with him. Some jostling around speckled with kissing and stroking drives home that his original plan would in fact be bad for his back. "Here, you come over to the edge and I'll stand for this part." Because he wants to keep watch on Poe's expression for this, wants to make sure he's doing it right and that Poe gets just as much out of it as he does.
Borrowing the lube, he'll start applying it to Poe carefully.
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He scoots over to the edge, settling on his back. He curls one leg around Finn, just to have that point of connection while Finn gets everything figured out. "Rule of using lube is there's no such thing as too much," he says.
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His hands aren't hesitant, mimicking Poe's gesture to warm the lube up first and then probing his asshole. No such thing as too much means he takes his time, but doing so does help Finn with the talking-himself-into-it part so that when he's ready to slide his cock in--and slide it does, slick and tight and exactly what he's been wanting for what seems like forever--there's no hesitation at all, just groaning and closing his eyes for a second. "Damn, Poe!"
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It's always a little shock, that first intrusion with the finger, but he's into it because that's Finn, and he's look at Finn's face the entire time and just wishing things would go a little faster so he could have the cock. He isn't shy about touching himself either, hand wandering over his own cock while Finn gets him ready.
And then that's a lot bigger, not like anticipating ever means knowing what it will feel like in that moment, the little burn, the feeling of being filled, clenching around Finn's cock just a little and breathing through it. "Yeah," he pants, eyes half closed. He tightens his leg around Finn's waist, pulling him in more snuggly because-- "Hell yeah."
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"You like that?" It's obvious he does, but Finn feels like he has to say something.
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Finally he manages a slightly breathy "yes!" And then another before it's a little too much simulation and he comes across his own stomach. "Keep going," he pants, being almost.
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That's followed by a much more satisfied groan and a collapse onto the bed so he can properly cuddle up. "Damn, Poe," he manages. "That was--real good. Damn."
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"It's not the lube that changed my life, Poe."
There are so many reasons he wouldn't be laying here right now if it wasn't for the man in bed with him.
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And it had landed them here, which is probably the best bonus to not being tortured to death he's ever had.
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And Finn is very, very glad he'd made the right choice.
"Besides, I was afraid. I was terrified. You were the calm one, remember?"
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He offers Finn a light kiss. "Though okay, I did help a little once you got the ball rolling."
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"But you can't just give up when things get tough. What good would that be?"
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It's something his dad had told him, long ago.
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Just like Rey. She wouldn't leave Jakku until there had been no choice, and now? Now she's making her home among the stars.
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"Yeah." He kisses back, runs his hands lightly over Poe's muscular chest and abdomen again. "And you'll help me, won't you? So I'm not standing up alone."
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"And I'll be on the ground doing whatever I have to so you can complete your mission," he promises. "I'm not running away anymore."
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