Falling in love on the Finalizer had been strongly discouraged, but never expressly forbidden. It was overlooked so long as it hadn't interfered with the mission, with the long game. Once you were more willing to risk your life for one person, rather than the cause, you became a liability.
Finn had become a liability.
His designation was AX-4971, known as Axe by the recruits. He was a few years older than Finn and he was perfect. Tan skin, dark hair, dark eyes. He had a smile that would light up a room, and melt the ice forming around Finn's heart. Finn was instantly smitten.
(Finn had later realised he definitely had a type).
He was kind. Kinder than most of the recruits on base. He mentored Finn, offered to help him improve where he was lacking, get him top of the class. He was there when Finn let self doubt get the better of him, with a kind word and warm smile.
Do you do this for everyone? Finn had asked him.
Axe had smiled, taken Finn's face in his hands, if you haven't figured you're special by now, then you might be a lost cause.
Axe had kissed him then. His first kiss. Finn had wanted, had ached, but hadn't dared hope. Love, romance, this was for the lucky ones. Finn had never felt lucky.
From that night on, they'd stolen moments wherever they could. Kisses after a particularly good training session, hidden in one of the alcoves of the ship, slick messy handjobs whenever they had the showers to themselves.
It was nearly a year into their relationship when they had finally slept together, and slept together. Finn had been 18, and dying for more. Blowjobs, handjobs, they were all well and good, but he knew there was more and he wanted to experience it with Axe.
It had taken a lot of work, but Axe had managed to wrangle them a quiet room, just for them, just for the night.
Finn had been impatient, but Axe had been gentle, and slow. He'd kissed every part of Finn, head to toe. He'd opened him up lazily with fingers and his tongue, driven him to an exquisite release. He'd whispered promises and words of love into Finn's skin as he'd come down, teased him back to full hardness with clever touches and promises of what was to come.
When Axe had finally pushed into Finn, it had hurt, and it had felt amazing. He'd felt so full, so complete. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He didn't think he could ever feel so right.
Axe had kissed his shoulders, told him just how good he was doing, how it would get better, that he loved him, Gods, he loved him. Finn wanted to reply, tell him the same, but he was reduced to nothing but groans and Axe.
Finn hadn't lasted long once Axe had begun to move, the sensations driving him to the brink of insanity. After a few thrusts, he'd cried out Axe's name, louder than he probably should have, as his release washed over him.
Once he’d come down, Finn had opened his mouth to tell Axe that he loved him, but Axe had silenced him with a kiss.
Tell me when I haven't just blown your mind.
Finn smiled, agreed.
He never got the chance. Axe was gone when Finn woke.
Six weeks late, he resurfaced as AX-4971 at Phasma's right hand, the model, emotionless Stormtrooper.
[FILL] Puzzle Pieces (5 People Finn never said I Love You to, +1 He did) (3/6)
Finn had become a liability.
His designation was AX-4971, known as Axe by the recruits. He was a few years older than Finn and he was perfect. Tan skin, dark hair, dark eyes. He had a smile that would light up a room, and melt the ice forming around Finn's heart. Finn was instantly smitten.
(Finn had later realised he definitely had a type).
He was kind. Kinder than most of the recruits on base. He mentored Finn, offered to help him improve where he was lacking, get him top of the class. He was there when Finn let self doubt get the better of him, with a kind word and warm smile.
Do you do this for everyone? Finn had asked him.
Axe had smiled, taken Finn's face in his hands, if you haven't figured you're special by now, then you might be a lost cause.
Axe had kissed him then. His first kiss. Finn had wanted, had ached, but hadn't dared hope. Love, romance, this was for the lucky ones. Finn had never felt lucky.
From that night on, they'd stolen moments wherever they could. Kisses after a particularly good training session, hidden in one of the alcoves of the ship, slick messy handjobs whenever they had the showers to themselves.
It was nearly a year into their relationship when they had finally slept together, and slept together. Finn had been 18, and dying for more. Blowjobs, handjobs, they were all well and good, but he knew there was more and he wanted to experience it with Axe.
It had taken a lot of work, but Axe had managed to wrangle them a quiet room, just for them, just for the night.
Finn had been impatient, but Axe had been gentle, and slow. He'd kissed every part of Finn, head to toe. He'd opened him up lazily with fingers and his tongue, driven him to an exquisite release. He'd whispered promises and words of love into Finn's skin as he'd come down, teased him back to full hardness with clever touches and promises of what was to come.
When Axe had finally pushed into Finn, it had hurt, and it had felt amazing. He'd felt so full, so complete. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He didn't think he could ever feel so right.
Axe had kissed his shoulders, told him just how good he was doing, how it would get better, that he loved him, Gods, he loved him. Finn wanted to reply, tell him the same, but he was reduced to nothing but groans and Axe.
Finn hadn't lasted long once Axe had begun to move, the sensations driving him to the brink of insanity. After a few thrusts, he'd cried out Axe's name, louder than he probably should have, as his release washed over him.
Once he’d come down, Finn had opened his mouth to tell Axe that he loved him, but Axe had silenced him with a kiss.
Tell me when I haven't just blown your mind.
Finn smiled, agreed.
He never got the chance. Axe was gone when Finn woke.
Six weeks late, he resurfaced as AX-4971 at Phasma's right hand, the model, emotionless Stormtrooper.