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Finn and Poe had been sharing a bunk since Finn had returned from the infirmary, only now it was a little more complicated.
In the past, there had only been one general, one general’s quarters, and one general’s bed, because that’s what made sense. But now there were two generals, and the same amount of rooms. And the same amount of beds.
Which really wasn’t that much of a problem, but really it was that much of a problem because Poe was so gone on Finn. He could barely look at him without his mind racing dangerously close to the edge of something dark. Something filthy. At the same time, Finn was a large source of his comfort. Just looking in Finn’s warm eyes felt like coming home. Which was quite a lot to deal with, especially considering Finn was not only his closest friend but also the person he was supposed to be in charge of legions of people with. He had so many peoples’ lives depending on him and he couldn't stop thinking about Finn’s big hands.
His strong arms.
His sturdy shoulders.
His broad chest.
His thick thighs.
His probably equally thick c-anyways.
It did, however, help that Finn was definitely straight. And definitely into Rey. Who was around Poe almost as much as Finn was.
Now, don’t get Poe wrong. He loved Rey to death. He wouldn’t know what to do without her stubborn presence right there by his side, but he couldn’t help the slow ache he felt whenever Finn would talk about her. His eyes bright and full of love. And it made sense. She was pretty, she was smart, she was loyal, but above all else, Finn and Rey had this impossible closeness. They were undeniably best friends. And Poe. Poe was just his good friend. His good friend who was terribly and irrevocably in love with him.
They had agreed to share the bed for the time being. Just until they could find it in their funds to get another.
Of course, Poe had tried to get out of this. Not that he didn’t want to share a bed with Finn. It was the opposite actually. He wanted it so badly. But not now. Not like this.
“It’s okay, you take the bed, I’ll go sleep in our old room.”
“Oh kriff, sorry Poe, I just gave the room to the new refugees.”
“Oh.”
A beat.
“Then I can take the floor-”
“Oh, not a chance I’m letting you sleep on the floor. You’re sleeping with me. We can share. Right? If we can share leadership, we can surely share a bed. Besides, it’s only until we can get another.”
✧
“Finn- Haah~” a familiar voice.
A thick fingered hand holding two rough and calloused ones in place.
The pressure is good and the motion is delicious.
Placing tender kisses along an exposed throat.
Breath hot on his ear.
Hips rolling in to meet his own.
Using his free hand to roll their nipples between his fingers.
Breathing them in- they smell familiar…
He can feel his crescendo closing in on him,
Pounding into their velvety heat, lifting his head to watch their beautiful face as he filled them.
Their chin and their open mouth so familiar too…
“Hngh- Hah hah- Finn~ Please-”
He found their hooded eyes.
Poe.
✧
Finn was fast asleep, stomach to their mattress and head tilted away from the wall and conveniently towards Poe. Poe couldn’t help but admire him by moonlight from his side of the bed. He just looked so peaceful and boyish while he was asleep. Completely untroubled by the stressful reality of being a general.
Poe would be lying if he said he didn’t do this often.
It used to only be when he woke up in a cold sweat from a particularly haunting nightmare, he would find his way back to steady breathing by listening to Finn’s. Knowing his friend was safe was enough to bring him down from any height.
It used to only be when he woke up after a particularly terrible nightmare, but it was a slippery slope from listening to his steady breath to outright admiring him from across the room as he took them in. The guilt haunted him like a ghost, but so did the rest of his feelings about Finn, so he just threw it on the pile.
It was late. Later than he usually stayed up, but this bed, despite being a queen sized bed, brought Finn closer to him. Two grown men in a bed. There was hardly any space between them.
And it gave Poe every opportunity to watch Finn, and to feel the space between them. So close and yet so far. Too far. They would never fill that gap. They would never cross that bridge. Finn would never let Poe love him in the way he wants to and if he ever told him he would judge him and he would want to cut all ties with him and he would leave the Resistance and Rey would leave with him and Poe would have to lead all on his own and subsequently the Resistance would crumble and people would die and it would all be because of him and- and- and-
Come back.
Calm down.
Be here.
He’s not going anywhere.
Follow his steady breathing.
Except his breathing isn't steady. His breaths came out harsh and irregular. When had that changed? Why didn’t he notice?
Oh god.
Poe’s hand shot out to frantically shake him from his nightmare, only to hover centimeters from his shoulder.
He heard something.
No no he must be mistaken.
But still, he kept his hand from shaking him awake. Just a moment longer to test if he was right. He was.
A low groan fell from Finn's mouth, grinding his hips mouthwateringly down into the mattress.
Poe immediately fell back onto the bed. Staring straight up at the ceiling. His stomach already coiling with heat. He should not have seen that. He keeps his eyes firmly on the ceiling, trying to block out whatever it was that was happening over there with Finn.
But the noises kept coming, far too low and far too enticing, peppered with gasping breaths and the gentle creak of the mattress and blankets rustling.
“Oh, fuck” Finn says in a smoky voice slurred with sleep that does absolutely nothing good for Poe’s hardening cock.
Poe is no doubt flushed entirely red. He is faintly aware of his own heavy breathing mingling in the air with Finn’s stuttering breaths.
“Poe,”
What.
Oh god.
Poe moans. Completely untouched. It’s low and sultry, even to his own ears. He snaps his jaw shut and twists his face toward the other wall, squeezing his eyes closed. His face is burning and his cock achingly hard.
There’s no way.
It takes a moment to register, but Finn stopped moaning. He’s awake. His eyes are on his back.
✧
Finn startles regretfully awake.
What the fuck.
His cock still hard-trapped between his body and the mattress.
Finn sees Poe across the bed before he registers anything else, his breathing is heavy, maybe too heavy for a person sleeping, but he doesn’t take the moment to notice that yet.
Where the fuck are we.
Oh, right.
Why was that so hot?
Fuck.
There’s no way Poe didn’t hear that.
He looks across the three inch gap between the two of them, once again checking if he was asleep. His breathing considerably more stable. Poe’s back is covered with a thin white tee-shirt that leaves absolutely nothing for the imagination.
That would be the first to go-
He sits up.
Run your fingers across his back. Up his neck. Slip them through his hair and tug-
Finn lets out a deep and shaky breath, looking away from him.
Maybe lie him down on his back, so you can see all the pretty faces he makes. Sliding your dick in and out, in and out, drinking the whimpers from his mouth.
Finn groans, his hand dropping to his thigh and slipping lower. Nervously glancing at Poe’s back again. Was he really going to do this? Get off next to the person he’d only just realized his feelings for moments ago? How had he not noticed how beautiful he was before? He was only ever faintly aware of his fluttering heart, attributing it to the feeling of having a new friend. What he didn’t notice was that they had met almost a year ago.
What if he was awake? What if he hates him after this? What if he leaves?
“Poe?” He asks, his voice barely a whisper.
Nothing.
Only deep breaths.
His hand settles between his thighs on the tent his dream pitched for him. The pressure is terribly relieving and yet not enough. He sighs. Slipping back into the haze of the dream.
Poe’s head thrown back against the wall in pleasure as Finn took all of his no-doubt beautiful cock into his mouth.
Poe on his knees, looking up at him through his lashes, eyes full of pure want. The best pilot in the Resistance, on his knees, just for Finn.
Poe straddling his thighs, riding him rough and deep. Finn’s hands on his waist, gently leading him back down to meet his hips.
He slips his hand under the waistband of his boxers, gasping from the contact. Imagining it was Poe’s hand. Or Poe’s mouth.
“Mm~ Fuck- Poe~” The words coming from his mouth before he can stop it.
Poe stiffens beside him.
Fuck.
“Poe?”
A beat.
“Poe, I know you’re awake.”
“Hey, buddy” His voice comes finally from behind his back. Low and shaky. He doesn’t turn around. He barely moves.
“I’m so sorry Poe- it isn’t what it looks like-”
“Finn.” He finally turns.
“I’m so sorry- This is so wrong of me-” He can’t meet his eyes. Especially after just imagining them in such a different way.
“Hey- Hey- Look at me okay? You’re alright. Breathe.” His not entirely dropping the shakiness.
Deep breaths. From the both of them. His stomach still roiling with a desperate kind of want. Poe’s face is flushed. He is beautiful.
Poe’s eyes are filled with something Finn can’t place. What is it?
“I- Uh… I could.. Help?”
“It’s okay- you don’t have to-”
“No. I want to- If that’s okay?"
“You want to?”
“I do.” He sucks in a deep breath and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “I really want to.”
Finn lets out a shaky groan. “Fuck. Yeah yeah yes, Oh kriff please.”
Poe closes the gap between them, hands tentatively placed on Finn’s hips, face dangerously close to Finn’s neck. He slides one down. Down. Until they’re on the fabric of his boxers. Stars, this won’t last long.
He grips the length of him before sliding his hand down into his boxers and wraps around his length.
“Ah~”
Finn is vaguely aware of how heavily he’s breathing, but he can’t bring himself to care as Poe starts to move. It’s light at first, like he isn’t sure what he’s doing, but he quickly starts to gage what Finn likes, moving his hand hard and steady up and down Finn’s shaft. Alternating between fast and ruthless, and tender and teasing. He rubs his thumb at the slit once or twice when he comes up. Finn shudders.
“Poe-”
“I hear ya bud.” His voice laced with lust.
This time Finn can’t take his eyes off him. Watching his face. Stars, he was so gorgeous. His molasses eyes so focused on making Finn feel good. And god it was working.
“Ah- Fuck~ Holy shit Poe- You’re so good. You’re so good.”
This time it was Poe’s turn to moan. It’s low and full of desire. Good god does that make it hotter, knowing he wants it too.
“God, you’re so pretty Poe,”
He drops his head to Finn’s neck, possibly to hide his blushing face. Sucking and kissing and biting. Breath hot on his neck and in his ear, just like the dream. So hot.
Finn feels him slide a leg between his own and before he can question it, Poe is grinding deliciously down into his thigh, in time with his own hand movements. They let out twinning moans.
“Ah- Fuck- You’re so beautiful- So hot-”
“Hah~ Hah hng Finn-” Finn clutches Poe in warning, fucking desperately into his fist.
“Poe- Hah- Gonna-” He grits out.
“Come for me darling” Poe says lowly between needy pants, and that’s it. That’s all it takes for him to come crashing off the side of that ledge, breathing hard and heavy, Poe working him all the way through it, and continuing to grind down into his beautifully muscular thighs. Bringing his soiled hand up to his panting mouth next to Finn’s ear and laps it all up. If Finn weren’t so tired he would have come again, just from that. He could tell Poe was smirking.
Poe’s movements were beginning to grow faster and messier, his breath hotter and deeper as Finn just caught his. The moment he had the wherewithal to- Finn brought his hands up to Poe’s hips and guided them down into three last delicious grinds before he came, chanting Finn’s name like a prayer. Finn watched his face the whole time. So handsome. So pretty. Gorgeous. Poe’s head collapsing back into his neck after he’d finished coming in his shorts. That was going to be uncomfortable later- but Poe’s breathing slowed. And slowed. Into shallow and comforting breaths. Finn would be lying if he said he couldn’t feel the overwhelming tug of sleep too. So he fell away into it. Breathing in Poe’s hair. Breathing in Poe’s breath.
He wondered faintly if he should get up and clean them off, but that was a problem for future Finn.
With drooping eyelids, he pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
“Sleep well, my love.” Before sleep swept him away.