I am so, so sorry this is so, so ridiculously late! This is back on track, and that kind of delay won't happen again. Sorry!
*
The next morning, Poe plays it cool, and act as if everything is totally normal.
This works out well, because Finn does too, and Poe doesn’t want to be the one to make things weird.
“So,” Poe says, totally casually and naturally, “Good night?”
Finn blinks. “Uh—“ he says.
Poe waits, but nothing more seems to be forthcoming, so he presses, “Did you sleep well?”
Finn’s face clears and brightens, and Poe’s heart thumps painfully. “Oh, yeah!” he says. “Your bed is really comfortable.”
Not Poe's bed, but, “Right, right,” Poe says hurriedly, because obviously, that wasn’t what he’d been asking at all, and also he really doesn’t need to be thinking about Finn in his actual bed right now. “Did Esmail—“ Finn’s face clouds, so Poe clarifies, “You know, the medic who released you yesterday—“ and watches the sun come back out. “—give you any instructions about rehab?”
She had, and Finn details the exercises he’s supposed to do and the appointments he’s supposed to keep, and complains about the fact that Rey has already refused to do them all with him and keep him company, and obviously Poe gets distracted by volunteering to do that as much as his duties allow, but that hadn’t really been what he’d been asking either, so eventually he forces his focus away from the flash of Finn’s smile and asks, “But nothing about strenuous activity? I mean—“
He hadn’t really thought through to the end of that question, and he can’t exactly say what he’s thinking, which is, “But nothing about how involuntary hip movements while you’re jerking off might affect your recovery?” so instead he says, “You’re supposed to be moving carefully until you regain your full range of motion, right? You don’t want to overdo things.”
“Right,” Finn says, and grins as they round the corner into the mess and grab the first available seats. “So you should get me some pancakes and bring them to me. I need breakfast, but I can’t carry that whole plate. Because I want a lot of pancakes, Poe, and I’m not supposed to overdo things.”
Poe feels as if he should argue, if only for form’s sake, but instead he gets up and uses Chef Ben’s weakness for his shoulders to skip the line and get extra pancakes.
“Syrup!” Finn calls, and Poe smoulders at Ben to get that too.
Poe regrets letting Finn talk him into having extra pancakes himself when he’s doing Finn’s physical therapy by his side, but Finn insists it was worth it, and looking at Finn’s happiness as he recalls the small pleasure, Poe kind of thinks it was.
*
Things continue in this totally normal fashion all day, and when Rey joins them for dinner Poe barely even thinks about just asking her, right at the table, whether Finn has ever jerked off in front of her. She smiles at him after he drags Finn up to introduce him to Chef Ben so that he can finagle his own extra portions in the future, and rolls her eyes when Finn suggests that she join them for his physical therapy tomorrow, and Poe is pretty pleased with the day, all told, and thoroughly impressed with his own ability to play it cool.
Later, Poe gets ready for bed first, carefully not thinking about why, and when he comes back into the bedroom Finn puts a hand on his shoulder and says, “Thanks for today, Poe. It’s great having you around to help out with stuff,” and Poe doesn’t blush too much, and if he does Finn doesn’t notice, because he’s already gone into the refresher to get cleaned up.
And nothing is weird, and nobody is weird, and everything is totally normal right up until Finn comes back out and walks past Poe’s bed to climb into the spare he had hastily set up in the corner yesterday morning, says, “Night, Poe,” in a low, smoky voice that does things to Poe’s insides, and then immediately reaches inside his shorts and starts tugging on his cock.
Poe can hear the blankets shake as Finn’s hand rises and falls purposefully beneath them. He knows he wouldn’t be able to see them move if he looked over, but he stares blindly at the ceiling anyway. He can hear the sound of skin on skin as Finn’s cock moves through his fist, and thinks, crazily, about offering something to ease the glide. Finn’s breath stutters as his hand picks up speed, resumes with a rougher rhythm. He could help Finn out, take him back to see Esmail; medics always have the best lube. Or he could offer—
“Oh,” Finn breathes, too low, too far away, and Poe turns his head on his pillow.
Finn’s hand stops moving, and so does Poe’s heart, briefly, before he remembers that Finn knows he’s here, knows he’s awake, and he isn’t doing anything wrong, can't even see anything anyway.
Still, when he takes a breath and his heart starts up again, it’s beating faster, like he’s getting away with something.
Finn starts up again too, his hand urgent on himself, and Poe’s heart thumps as he imagines offering to help, reaching over and putting his hand on Finn’s, slowing his quick, rough pulls and teasing, teasing, until he teases his orgasm right out of him and uses it to slick the slide of their joined hands on Finn’s cock.
Finn is gasping, trying to be quiet, Poe thinks, though it’s thunder in the room, in his ears.
He could lick his hand, or Finn’s, or maybe just Finn’s cock, get it so nice and wet that Finn’s hand slips in Poe’s spit and he has to tighten his grip while Poe lies his head on Finn’s thigh and watches, because obviously Poe would leave the lights on, would want to see, and he could stare and stare until Finn came, until Poe could move back in to lick his come off his belly.
Finn’s hand speeds, stops, and he groans lowly, shudders out a last panting breath, and then grabs a tissue from the packet on the locker beside his bed, cleans up, turns onto his side, and drops easily into sleep.
Poe closes his mouth, swallows.
Eventually, he gives up, gets out of bed, goes back into the refresher, and drops his pants onto the floor. He doesn’t let himself think of anything beyond Finn’s face, his mouth, his gorgeous smile, but he still fucks his fist until he comes faster than he has in years, and when he climbs back into his bed Finn’s easy breaths are a lullaby, though he knows they’d sound better if he’d climbed into Finn’s bed instead, laid his head on Finn’s chest so he could feel the rise and fall along with the rush of Finn’s breath through his hair. Still, he sleeps like a baby.
In the morning, he leaves his favourite lotion on Finn’s bedside locker, just in case.
Fill: learning to dive (from photos on the internet), Finn/Poe, 2/?
*
The next morning, Poe plays it cool, and act as if everything is totally normal.
This works out well, because Finn does too, and Poe doesn’t want to be the one to make things weird.
“So,” Poe says, totally casually and naturally, “Good night?”
Finn blinks. “Uh—“ he says.
Poe waits, but nothing more seems to be forthcoming, so he presses, “Did you sleep well?”
Finn’s face clears and brightens, and Poe’s heart thumps painfully. “Oh, yeah!” he says. “Your bed is really comfortable.”
Not Poe's bed, but, “Right, right,” Poe says hurriedly, because obviously, that wasn’t what he’d been asking at all, and also he really doesn’t need to be thinking about Finn in his actual bed right now. “Did Esmail—“ Finn’s face clouds, so Poe clarifies, “You know, the medic who released you yesterday—“ and watches the sun come back out. “—give you any instructions about rehab?”
She had, and Finn details the exercises he’s supposed to do and the appointments he’s supposed to keep, and complains about the fact that Rey has already refused to do them all with him and keep him company, and obviously Poe gets distracted by volunteering to do that as much as his duties allow, but that hadn’t really been what he’d been asking either, so eventually he forces his focus away from the flash of Finn’s smile and asks, “But nothing about strenuous activity? I mean—“
He hadn’t really thought through to the end of that question, and he can’t exactly say what he’s thinking, which is, “But nothing about how involuntary hip movements while you’re jerking off might affect your recovery?” so instead he says, “You’re supposed to be moving carefully until you regain your full range of motion, right? You don’t want to overdo things.”
“Right,” Finn says, and grins as they round the corner into the mess and grab the first available seats. “So you should get me some pancakes and bring them to me. I need breakfast, but I can’t carry that whole plate. Because I want a lot of pancakes, Poe, and I’m not supposed to overdo things.”
Poe feels as if he should argue, if only for form’s sake, but instead he gets up and uses Chef Ben’s weakness for his shoulders to skip the line and get extra pancakes.
“Syrup!” Finn calls, and Poe smoulders at Ben to get that too.
Poe regrets letting Finn talk him into having extra pancakes himself when he’s doing Finn’s physical therapy by his side, but Finn insists it was worth it, and looking at Finn’s happiness as he recalls the small pleasure, Poe kind of thinks it was.
*
Things continue in this totally normal fashion all day, and when Rey joins them for dinner Poe barely even thinks about just asking her, right at the table, whether Finn has ever jerked off in front of her. She smiles at him after he drags Finn up to introduce him to Chef Ben so that he can finagle his own extra portions in the future, and rolls her eyes when Finn suggests that she join them for his physical therapy tomorrow, and Poe is pretty pleased with the day, all told, and thoroughly impressed with his own ability to play it cool.
Later, Poe gets ready for bed first, carefully not thinking about why, and when he comes back into the bedroom Finn puts a hand on his shoulder and says, “Thanks for today, Poe. It’s great having you around to help out with stuff,” and Poe doesn’t blush too much, and if he does Finn doesn’t notice, because he’s already gone into the refresher to get cleaned up.
And nothing is weird, and nobody is weird, and everything is totally normal right up until Finn comes back out and walks past Poe’s bed to climb into the spare he had hastily set up in the corner yesterday morning, says, “Night, Poe,” in a low, smoky voice that does things to Poe’s insides, and then immediately reaches inside his shorts and starts tugging on his cock.
Poe can hear the blankets shake as Finn’s hand rises and falls purposefully beneath them. He knows he wouldn’t be able to see them move if he looked over, but he stares blindly at the ceiling anyway. He can hear the sound of skin on skin as Finn’s cock moves through his fist, and thinks, crazily, about offering something to ease the glide. Finn’s breath stutters as his hand picks up speed, resumes with a rougher rhythm. He could help Finn out, take him back to see Esmail; medics always have the best lube. Or he could offer—
“Oh,” Finn breathes, too low, too far away, and Poe turns his head on his pillow.
Finn’s hand stops moving, and so does Poe’s heart, briefly, before he remembers that Finn knows he’s here, knows he’s awake, and he isn’t doing anything wrong, can't even see anything anyway.
Still, when he takes a breath and his heart starts up again, it’s beating faster, like he’s getting away with something.
Finn starts up again too, his hand urgent on himself, and Poe’s heart thumps as he imagines offering to help, reaching over and putting his hand on Finn’s, slowing his quick, rough pulls and teasing, teasing, until he teases his orgasm right out of him and uses it to slick the slide of their joined hands on Finn’s cock.
Finn is gasping, trying to be quiet, Poe thinks, though it’s thunder in the room, in his ears.
He could lick his hand, or Finn’s, or maybe just Finn’s cock, get it so nice and wet that Finn’s hand slips in Poe’s spit and he has to tighten his grip while Poe lies his head on Finn’s thigh and watches, because obviously Poe would leave the lights on, would want to see, and he could stare and stare until Finn came, until Poe could move back in to lick his come off his belly.
Finn’s hand speeds, stops, and he groans lowly, shudders out a last panting breath, and then grabs a tissue from the packet on the locker beside his bed, cleans up, turns onto his side, and drops easily into sleep.
Poe closes his mouth, swallows.
Eventually, he gives up, gets out of bed, goes back into the refresher, and drops his pants onto the floor. He doesn’t let himself think of anything beyond Finn’s face, his mouth, his gorgeous smile, but he still fucks his fist until he comes faster than he has in years, and when he climbs back into his bed Finn’s easy breaths are a lullaby, though he knows they’d sound better if he’d climbed into Finn’s bed instead, laid his head on Finn’s chest so he could feel the rise and fall along with the rush of Finn’s breath through his hair. Still, he sleeps like a baby.
In the morning, he leaves his favourite lotion on Finn’s bedside locker, just in case.