If You Like

Saturday was the longest day in the history of the world.

All day, Poe couldn’t stop thinking about Finn. His lips, his hands, the way he smelled. He tried not to think of the way he talked dirty how the feel of his come on Poe’s fingers because there was no way in hell he was going to pop a boner while working someone’s wedding. A wedding that for all the drama on the front end was surprisingly chill. The mother of the bride couldn’t stop raving to Poe about how he set up the chairs and managed to make the space work despite the rain outside. When the groom approached him before dinner with an envelope and a hug, he wasn’t expecting a tip. Instead, when he went to his office to process the final portion of the rental payment, he discovered a 20% tip on the top of the room rental and food costs and a note thanking him for saving the day. He loves this his boss allows the staff to accept tips right now because he instantly thinks about the hot date he could afford to take Finn in.

After doing the math and taking his share—everyone on the team gets an equal share regardless of job title in his eyes—Poe tells the assistant event manager (which isn’t really his assistant, she’s just required to stay on site when there is an event going on and handle really minor stuff so Poe doesn’t have to work seven days a week) that he’s leaving. He forgot his umbrella so he just lets himself get drenched on the walk home and finds it surprisingly refreshing. It’s a warm afternoon despite the rain so he shouldn’t get sick. He hopes Finn and Rey have returned from shopping because he really wants to see him.

When he enters his building, Rey is standing at the mailboxes. “Stop right there Dameron,” she says.

“I have a date tonight,” Poe whines. “I’m also dripping wet.”

“Fine, your place.”

She follows him up the stairs and into his apartment. “What?” he asks, peeling his wet clothes off right in front of her, down to his boxers anyway. Nothing she hasn’t already seen.

“Fuck, I keep forgetting how sexy you are,” Rey giggles. “You make me wish I was straight.”

He laughs and rolls his eyes. “Seriously, I have a date.”

“I know,” her eyes sparkle. “So Finn told me that you texted him thinking it was me and oh my GOSH you are so fucking adorable. He showed me your dorky texts and what he said back and wow.”

Poe feels himself blush. “I think you are blowing things up.”

“I am so not doing that. I spent all day with Finn and he is like, a really cool guy. He tells such great jokes and he’s just so much fun to spend time with. I thought I would die laughing while we were grocery shopping. He is super amazing, Poe. You need to propose to him like, tonight. Oh my gosh I want to be the maid of honor AND the best man. Is that even like a thing?”

“Slow your roll there Shortcake,” Poe bites his lip and looks at the floor. “He is, isn’t he?”

“And he’s totally smitten with you. Like, he kept asking questions about you and he talked about how nervous he was and how many times he almost turned around taking you that little picnic because he was so worried you’d be annoyed he bothered you at work. I told him that you are such a romantic so you’d love it and judging from those texts you totally did.”

“So tell me about him,” Poe says, disappearing back into his bedroom to finish stripping and laying out his evening outfit.

Rey shows up in his bedroom doorway. “You are hung even when you’re soft.”

“Like you haven’t seen it before,” he snickers. She had thought she heard screaming about a week after he moved in and used her master key to apparently try to stop a homicide but instead walked in on Poe using a vibrating butt plug on his couch. “Anyway, continue. Spill.”

“He’s only had one boyfriend, who was a total dick. They never even dated, they just met one day in the hallway of their dorm and they would just go to each other’s rooms for sex.”

“Never dated?” Poe pulls his clothes on, deciding to curl up on his bed and listen to Rey.

“Not until your date the other night,” she snuggles up next to him, resting her head on his chest. “He grew up Jehovah’s Witness so he never celebrated holidays or his birthday and he decided he didn’t want to go back to that life after college. Shit,” she sits up. “He told me not to tell you that. I am a shitty friend.”

“I won’t tell,” Poe promises, trying to process this new information. He knows he’s going to have to do some research. “I knew he didn’t want to go home after college but not the other part.”

“He really likes to cook, he LOVES Beebee and spent almost an hour cuddling him on my couch before we left and he’s never seen the dessert.” She laughs. “I don’t even remember how that last one came up. Also, his sister is the one who pays his rent because he has a shit job but he’s so fucking proud of it.”

He loves knowing this stuff about Finn. His chest gets all tingly and his face hurts from smiling and it’s just so awesome. He’s so falling for this guy and he knows Finn likes him too and it’s way too fucking perfect. It’s so romantic it hurts. “Well…”

Poe’s response was interrupted by a very loud crash.

“That sounded like it came from Finn’s,” Rey says, shooting up out of bed.

Poe follows her into the hall and to his door. He tries the handle but its locked, so he knocks. “FINN BUDDY YOU OKAY?”

“I can’t get to the door…” he replies, sounds panicked.

“I’M COMING,” Poe says, feeling his lungs clamp up in panic. Finn does not sound okay and he’s stuck on the other side of this stupid fucking door. “I’m gonna have to kick the door down.”

“I got my keys,” Rey says, fumbling on her ring until she finds Finn’s key and opens the door. “Geezus there cowboy.”

Poe runs inside to see Finn on his knees holding his hand. There are white shelving pieces all around him and crumbled visual instructions. That’s when Poe notices the blood dripping from Finn’s hands. “Towel,” he commands, seeing Rey disappear towards the bathroom to find one. He kneels in front of Finn and instantly clasps his hands over Finn’s to apply more pressure. “What happened?”

“I was trying to get the thing…” Finn stumbles over his words with shaky breath. “The board slipped and I cut myself with that flathead screwdriver.”

“Finn look at me,” Poe says, making eye contact when Finn lifts his gaze from their hands. “There’s a lot of blood here but you’ll be fine.” Rey returns with the towel and Poe takes it. “You need to open your hand so I can see how bad it is.”

Finn hisses and does what he’s told. Poe blots away some blood to see a very deep and jagged cut on the back of his right hand extending to the wrist. He quickly wraps Finn’s hand in the towel. “Hold this, apply pressure. Rey?”

“What do you need?” She asks, in instant help mode. Sometimes Poe swears he’d marry her if she was straight, she’s just so strong and perfect for every situation.

“Can you get my phone, keys, wallet and shoes and call us a cab? I’m taking him to the ER.”

“No, my health coverage doesn’t kick in for another month, I’ll be fine,” Finn pleads as Rey leaves, tears finally falling down his face.

“Finn, don’t worry about the money, you could get a serious infection and I’m pretty sure you need stiches and a tetanus shot. Come on, I will be with you the entire time okay?” He touches his forehead to Finn’s. “It’s scary and it hurts but you are going to be fine. I promise.”

~

Three hours later, just after dark, they get out of a cab and walk back into their building. Finn is better after two shots, six stitches and a prescription for high-dose ibuprofen. They get back up to Finn’s apartment to see Rey had cleaned up the blood and stacked all the IKEA pieces against the far wall. That is just the kind of thing Rey would do and not even mention it—and she didn’t in her million texts to Poe while they were in the ER waiting for a lull in gunshot wounds and women in labor to get Finn fixed up.

“You are a mess,” Finn says, standing in the middle of his pretty empty living room.

Poe looks down to see Finn’s blood all over his hands and shirt, dried and browning. “It’s fine, you are okay and that’s all that matters.”

Finn smiles and approaches Poe, using his good hand to pull Poe down into a very sweet and full kiss. “Thanks for rescuing me.”

“Any time,” Poe replies, kissing Finn again. “We should get you cleaned up.”

Finn looks down at his own shirt and pants which are even more bloody that Poe’s. “Right. I uhm, might need help with the jeans with one hand and all,” he holds up a very bandaged hand.

Poe complies, unbuttoning and unzipping Finn’s jeans. Under any other circumstances this would be incredibly hot and probably lead to sex, but all Poe can think of is getting Finn to bed and relaxing. He’s going to crash from adrenaline any second and he has no energy to try to seduce Finn tonight. He wordlessly helps Finn pull his shirt off and follows him back to Finn’s bedroom. Finn shucks his jeans off to reveal white boxer briefs and Poe smirks.

“What?” Finn asks.

“You like the color white I’ve noticed. Like a Stormtrooper,” Poe peels off his own shirt and tosses it on the floor. “I’m going to wash up.”

By the time Poe’s hands are clean, he finds Finn laying in his bed and covered with his Star Wars fleece blanket. “Look, Darth Vader is protecting me from screwdrivers,” he laughs. “I have joined the Dark Side.”

“Well, I’m the crack-shot pilot for the Rebellion and I’m going to blow up your Deathstar,” Poe says, laughing. “That was the worst dirty talk I have ever committed.”

“Shut up it was adorable.” Finn smiles with all those fucking teeth that melts Poe’s heart. “Stay? Just for a while? I just want to snuggle.”

“Stormtroopers don’t say snuggle,” Poe replies, taking off his jeans to reveal a very faded pair of orange boxers. “Is this okay?”

Finn nods and shifts to the side so Poe can slip under the fleece with Finn, which is entirely too small. So they get under the blanket and tuck in. Finn slides right into Poe’s arms and rests his head on Poe’s chest and Poe wonders if he can hear how hard his heart is beating. Finn is so warm and soft and sweet and perfect right now and it’s not even a sex thing. Poe’s heart is turned on and it’s something he doesn’t think he’s ever felt before.

“You are very snuggly,” Finn says. “I hope this isn’t too forward.”

“Two dates in a row you’ve gotten out of watching the prequels,” Poe says, leaning his head down to kiss Finn’s hair. “Tomorrow I’m going to help you finish those shelves and then you are coming over to watch them.”

“That sounds like a perfect Sunday.”

“Then you are calling in on Monday since you have that hand injury, and I get to pick a day off for hosting a wedding today, and we’re going on a real date.”

Finn sits up, propping himself on his elbow to look at Poe. “Like what?”

“Well, I was thinking go-karts.”

“Go Karts?” Finn laughs. “Aren’t we a little old for that?”

“Fuck no, everyone goes on the Go Kart date when they are in middle school or high school.” Poe touches Finn’s cheek. “Then afterwards we go to the mall and eat shitty food in the food court and then stop at Hot Topic and make fun of the emo kids. There’s also your traditional dinner and movie, going to a club, seeing a play or a show. One of my personal favorites is going to a bookstore that has a coffee shop inside and we just pick out fun books to page through and drink coffee and talk. Oh, and there’s people watching in Central Park. We could drive upstate and spend the day at the beach or go hiking. There’s so many dates I want to take you on, Finn Toooo…”

“Tuwonatesevin,” Finn snickers. “It’s fine, nobody ever gets it right.” He settles back into cuddling, with his injured hand on Poe’s chest.

“You wanna ice that? The doc said it would help the pain,” Poe asks, wrapping his arms around Finn.

“I’m good for now. So whenever you need to go I’m good.”

“Is it too fast to tell you that I don’t want to go?” Poe closes his eyes. “I mean, I totally should because this is moving a little fast but that doesn’t mean I want to.”

“You are so right, you shouldn’t stay here. But I want you to.” Finn sits up. “But you should go.”

Poe manages to extricate himself from Finn and stand up, putting his pants back on and tucking his dirty shirt and shoes under his arm. “I really don’t want to but I should be going now.”

Finn stands up and walks Poe to the door, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissing him in the doorway. “You should go. But don’t.”

“I don’t want to,” Poe kisses him again, “But I will.”

“You shouldn’t,” Finn kisses him. “But you should.”

“Again with the kissing,” Kylo walks past, this time with Hux from downstairs in tow. “These two make out in the hallway all the time, it’s fucking annoying,” Kylo mutters to Hux as the two enter Kylo’s apartment.

“Goodnight,” Finn says, kissing him one last time.

“Goodnight,” Poe says, finally breaking away from Finn and going into his own apartment.

He gets all cuddly on his bed with his laptop and a beer and starts to type.