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PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED
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FILL: Stormpilot- Public Sex
(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 12:45 am (UTC)(link)“Look,” General Organa says, voice even, deliberately calming. “I know this isn’t an optimal situation, but we need these allies, Poe.”
“So badly you want Finn and I to fuck in front of them?!”
The General pauses, makes a face. “Well,” she says, “unfortunately, yes.”
-
So here’s the thing.
The Si’ra are fucking incredible soldiers. War is an important part of their culture, and so the entirety of their able-bodied population, female and male, are always prepared for war, fit and trained and eager. And on top of that, they have technology like you wouldn’t believe, including planes that make Poe salivate.
So, yeah. When the General’s repeated attempts to gain an alliance with them finally, finally break through to negotiations, the entire base has a fucking heart attack. Then they have a fucking rager. And, a few weeks later, when the first of the Si’ra soldiers arrive on D’Qar to officially join the Resistance, they have another one.
So yeah. It’s all well and good and morale-boosting, and encouraging until the night before the first scheduled battle. Which, okay, let’s be clear: it’s not even really a battle, more of a glorified firefight at one of the Si’ra’s territories, which only like fifty people total are being sent to, including the ten fighter pilots they’re sending in. So, like, to call it a battle in any form of the word feels excessive but, whatever, that’s what the Si’ra call it, so.
And the problem is, since it’s the night before a battle, they have some requirements. “Traditions,” their general had explained. “As you know, war is an integral part of our culture; of course we would have some necessary traditions.”
Which, right - of course. What did they expect?
Well, Poe thinks. Certainly not a gigantic orgy with a designated spotlight couple.
“As this is your base,” the general explains, “two of your soldiers should of course fill this role. It’s a democratic process, of course, but since there are usually far too many volunteers, a vote generally decides the winner.”
The winner. A vote. “Of course,” Finn says weakly. The rest of them - Poe, Snap, Jess, the General, and the half dozen other Resistance fighters going on this particular mission - are still stood in stunned silence.
Behind the Si’ra general, his soldiers are already getting started on the - orgy. They’re in the rec room, which is mercifully empty of non-essential personnel, because when the Si’ra general told them there were necessary traditions to undertake, they had all assumed they were religious or spiritual in nature.
Not sexual.
“Okay,” Jess says after a moment of silence. “Okay, so, voting. I personally nominate Finn and Poe. Who’s with me?”
Immediately every hand but Finn and Poe’s goes up. Even, Poe is shocked to see, General Organa’s.
She makes an apologetic face at him. “I’m sorry, but you’re the best option.”
“What?! The best - can I have a word with you?!” and he pulls her off to the corner, not fully respecting that she is his commanding officer, because she has just asked him to fuck Finn in front of fifty people.
Including her.
“General, you can’t be serious,” Poe says, and she says, We need these allies, Poe, and it just makes him feel worse.
“I can’t ask Finn to do this,” Poe says. “I just - no, we need someone else, or maybe we can say we’re all taken, or something, I don’t know -“
“Do you not want to?”
Oh, and there Finn is, sneaking up at the most incredible moments. “Well - not in front of fifty people.” Finn shrugs, like it’s not that big of a deal. “Wait - do you actually not have a problem with this?!”
Finn shrugs again. “It’s not like it’d be the first time I fucked someone in front of a crowd. Stormtrooper bunks, they’re crowded.”
General Organa sighs, presses a palm to her temple. “Okay, I don’t think I need any more of a visual on that front, Finn.”
“To be fair, General,” Finn says, “you’re going to get a lot more of a visual if we go through with this.”
The General sighs again, much more resigned. “That’s a good point. A very unfortunate, very uncomfortable point, but a good one.”
Poe sighs. “I just -“ He pauses, glances at Finn again. “You really don’t mind?”
Finn quirks his lips as if to say, what can you do? “I mean, no, it’s not an issue for me. But if you don’t want to, I’m not going to force you -“
“No,” Poe interrupts. “No, it’s -“ He sighs. Think of how much stronger it would make the Resistance. Think of the manpower. “It’s fine.”
“Yeah?” Finn asks, sounding - what is that, is Poe making that up? - a little hopeful.
“Yeah,” Poe confirms, and Finn grins at him, leaning forward to press a kiss on Poe’s lips.
“So are we doing this, then?” Jess pipes up from a few feet away. “You’re not that far away,” she points out when Poe makes a face at her. “We all just heard that conversation.” She turns away, taking a few steps towards the Si’ra soldiers, kicking off her shoes and pulling off her top as she went. “I mean, we might as well get going, right?”
Poe swallows hard, grabs for Finn’s hand, and follows her.
-
And so now Poe finds himself in the center of a very large, very complicated circle of variously kissing, fucking, and snuggling soldiers, giving Finn a blowjob.
Which, okay. It’s not like Poe is shy about sex or anything. Before Finn came along, he was probably the biggest player in the Resistance, certainly the biggest player among the pilots. The cocky attitude, the war-hero status - it added up. He’s sure he’s scared more than a few room neighbors away with loud, wall-banging sex.
But he’s never done it like this before. So many people in close proximity, no barriers between their naked bodies except the air, so many of them openly watching Finn and Poe.
General Organa, god bless her, had managed to contrive an excuse to leave before either Finn or Poe had to take their pants off. But Jess and Snap and all the other pilots -
Poe closes his eyes, takes a breath through his nose. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend they’re alone. Just him and Finn, in their quarters, just a regular Saturday night.
Finn’s fingers knot more firmly in Poe’s hair, and Poe sucks him more firmly, his fingers digging into Finn’s thighs.
“Yeah, yeah - Poe - yeah, like that,” Finn says. For a moment, Poe pulls back, and Finn practically whines, but then Poe goes back down again, swallowing him down completely, and Finn groans, full-bodied. It only takes a few more moments of pressure, and the flick of Poe’s tongue against the head of Finn’s cock, and then he’s coming down Poe’s throat. Poe waits, swallows, and eventually pulls back, opening his eyes.
Finn slumps back against the pillows on the floor, which the Si’ra got from - where, exactly? Poe didn’t even know the Resistance had this many pillows. Finn looks loose-limbed and easy, entirely relaxed, as though they’re not in a room full of people, as though they’re alone.
Finn sighs, and pushes himself up on his elbows. He eyes Poe carefully, appraising. “You okay?” he asks after a minute.
Poe nods, but he thinks it comes off jerky. “Yeah, of course,” he says. “I’m great.”
“You don’t look great,” Finn says, sitting up. He reaches forward to cup Poe’s jaw. “You not comfortable with this? Because it’s fine if you’re not.”
“No,” Poe says quickly. “No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
Finn examines him a moment longer. “Huh,” he says. “Maybe you just need to relax.” With the hand not on Poe’s neck, he reaches forward to stroke Poe’s cock through the boxers Poe is still wearing.
Poe is hard despite his discomfort, so he has to bite back a moan when Finn palms him.
“Oh, come on, baby, that doesn’t feel good?” Finn slips his hand under the waistband of Poe’s boxers and strokes him in earnest, now. Poe barely resists the urge to throw his head back and groan. “Come on, make some noise for me.”
“I -“ Poe takes a deep breath as Finn thumbs the head of his cock. “Jess, and Snap, they’re just - just over there -“
“Don’t worry about that, baby,” Finn says, leaning in to suck a kiss onto Poe’s neck. He nibbles up the side of his jaw. “They know we’re together, right? This isn’t news to them.”
“Yeah, but they haven’t - fuck, fuck - they haven’t seen it this - close before.”
“Does that bother you?” Finn asks, moving down Poe’s chest. He sucks a bruise right above Poe’s heart. “I kind of like it. Everyone seeing, you know, knowing we’re together.”
As he speaks, he picks up the pace of his strokes, making them harder and faster. Poe bites his lip; he’s dangerously close to coming.
“I - I dunno, I guess I didn’t - fuck, yes, Finn - didn’t see it that way.”
Finn hums against Poe’s skin. “Maybe try to.” And then he bends down completely, pulling Poe’s boxers down his thighs, and takes Poe in his mouth.
Poe comes embarrassingly quickly, but Finn doesn’t seem to mind, simply leaning back and wiping his mouth when he’s done. “Okay,” he says, looking Poe up and down. “Want me to fuck you now?”
Poe doesn’t bother to bite back a groan at that one, flopping back on the pillows. As he falls back, he catches glimpses of the other soldiers in his peripheral vision - many of them are watching, even if they are engaged in their own partners. One woman is staring at Poe with a scarily intent expression despite the fact there’s a woman going down on her with enthusiasm Poe has heretofore never witnessed in the bedroom.
“Okay,” he says after a minute. “Yeah, let’s - let’s do that.”
Finn opens him up quick with lube that comes from - where, Poe isn’t really sure, but there seem to be an indefinite number of condoms and bottles of lube floating around the circle, like when you’re a kid and they pass around a stack of papers in class, take one and pass it on.
“How do you want to do this?” Finn asks as he coaxes in a third finger.
Poe considers as much as he can with his, at the moment, greatly diminished brainpower. “Like this,” he decides finally - him on his back, Finn between his legs. As simple and boring and vanilla as it is, he wants to see Finn - it’s easier to forget they’re in a room half-full of his fellow pilots. And in the middle of this circle, sprawled on a bed of slippery pillows, there aren’t exactly a lot of options.
“Okay,” Finn says easily, pulling his fingers out of Poe. Poe almost moans at the loss, but then Finn’s lining up, asking, “You ready?” and as soon as Poe nods, pressing into him, hot and thick.
Poe can’t hold back a moan. He brings his legs up, ankles hooking Finn’s thighs. “Jesus Christ,” he says, and then Finn’s pulling back and pushing in again and the friction has Poe groaning anew.
“Jesus Christ,” he says, “Jesus Christ, Finn,” and the room is melting away beside from Finn, faces and expressions and specifics fading into general impressions: the heat of other bodies, the orange-red warmth of the pillows, the soft sounds from bodies everywhere - kisses and slaps and groans as everyone works towards a common goal.
Well, Poe thinks, it’s certainly one way to create team unity. Then he stops thinking, because Finn is fucking him just right, and suddenly Poe can’t feel his toes or his feet or really any part of his body that isn’t touching Finn because -
“Yes, Finn, yes, yes, yes,” and Poe loses himself in the litany of it, Finn breathing out soft puffs of air against Poe’s throat every time he fucks up near him and Poe thinks, yes, yes, yes, and forgets where he is.
Finn says, “Poe, yes, Jesus, Poe,” and reaches down to thumb at the head of Poe’s cock, and that’s all it takes: Poe comes.
A few moments later, Finn does as well: Poe pliant and soft and quivering beneath him. Finn takes a moment to breath before pulling back and out of Poe and slumping down beside him.
“Jesus,” Finn says, and leans over to kiss Poe, sloppy and hot and dirty.
“Did you like that?” Poe asks when he pulls back.
“Jesus,” Finn says, and Poe takes that to mean yes, I loved that, it was incredible.
“Good,” Poe says. It’s certainly an interesting concept: everyone watching, everyone knowing that Finn is his, really and truly his.
“We should probably get up,” Poe says, “give someone else the prime seat, since you’ve kind of dissolved into a lug,” and Finn nestles into Poe’s neck, says, “Give me a minute.”
Poe is sure everyone is losing attention and interest in them, but he doesn’t care. He tucks his arm around Finn, and closes his eyes.
Re: FILL: Stormpilot- Public Sex
(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 01:42 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Stormpilot- Public Sex
(Anonymous) 2017-01-07 06:29 am (UTC)(link)God I love this pairing.