If You Like

Poe wakes up to Rey knocking on his door. He pulls on some sweats and an old band t-shirt he probably bought at a Goodwill and answers. “Sunday, right, come on in.”

“I’m not staying, I’m dropping these off for you and Finn,” she sets the muffins on the counter and cranes her neck to look down into his bedroom. “He still asleep?”

“I don’t know because he’s not here,” Poe says groggily. He runs his hand through his hair to make it look decent. “I got him comfortable and left.”

“Are you serious? No hero sex? Poe I am disappointed in you,” she tisks.

“He wants to move slow. Fuck, so do I. I really like him and I’d like to date him for more than just a few weeks.” Maybe like forever, he muses. Wow, Poe, too soon. He pads back to his bedroom and gets his phone. “You know last night I came back here and wrote like, twenty pages.”

“No way, really? You haven’t written in months,” she pats his arm. “Finally get over that block?”

“Yeah, sort of. I figured out what my character was lacking.”

“What was that?”

“True happiness. Like down to the core type stuff. He has all the material things but his motivation is striving for connection. That’s what he needs.”

“Like yourself? Nah, I’ll stop. I’m just glad you are writing again. I’m going to leave you to spending twenty minutes figuring out how to have Finn over for breakfast.” She turns and leaves as quickly as she arrived.

Poe starts making coffee and searches his cabinets for two travel mugs. As he waits for the coffee to brew he texts Finn to see if he’s awake. Man he knows Finn isn’t a morning person. He doesn’t want Finn to be grumbly at him.

You up?

Yeah

How do you like your coffee?

I hate coffee >-<

Tea?

Hot coco

Poe smiles at his phone at the misspelling and bites his lip. Of course Finn doesn’t like coffee, he’s just too adorable and sweet. He practically tears his kitchen apart before conceding and texting Rey to see if she has any. Instead of responding she comes right upstairs and just opens his door, hands him the packets and the bag of marshmallows and leaves without saying a word but damn she giggled the whole time and if it wasn’t adorable and annoying at the same time. Once the drinks are made and in the travel mugs, he manages to balance everything on this old TV tray he uses to type on his laptop in bed and goes to knock on Finn’s door.

“Shit,” Finn answers. “You bring your kitchen sink too?”

“Fuck…” Poe stumbles. Finn is wearing grey sweat shorts cut off just below the knee, a white tank top and a black knit cap. He’s even wearing the Stormtrooper slippers. He bites his lip. “That is a shockingly sexy look for you.”

“I like the hole in your shirt, easy access?” Finn laughs.

Sure enough, there is a big hole right under the AC/DC logo. “You dork.”

“You like it,” Finn says, stepping aside to let Poe in.

Poe sets the tray on the counter. “The red one has hot cocoa in it. With marshmallows. And Rey made the muffins.”

“Did I propose to you yet today?” Finn says, taking the mug and groaning through his first sip like he’s having the best orgasm ever and Poe really hopes he doesn’t pop some sort of obscene boner in his sweats. “Because if I didn’t I should. This is really awesome.”

“No problem,” Poe mutters. “You know though, we should probably be careful. If we keep fake proposing, then when one of us finally does propose for real the other will probably just laugh and shake it off.”

“Right,” Finn says, clearly feeling awkward about the idea of real marriage proposals.

“I mean, you know, uhm, I didn’t mean to…” Poe says. “Open mouth, insert foot am I right?”

Finn smiles. “It’s fine. I’m good.” He sets down his mug and pulls Poe closer, planting a warm kiss right on his lips. “I hate coffee.”

“Sorry,” Poe replies, “I probably have coffee breath. I can go find a mint or something.”

“I was about to say,” Finn kisses him again. “I hate coffee but it tastes good on your lips.”

Poe smiles and wraps his arms under Finn’s and plants his open palms on his back, kissing him again. This time it’s long and lazy and Finn’s tongue tastes like chocolate and he doesn’t want it to stop. But his stomach growls so loud it startled him and they part. “Well, time for breakfast I suppose.”

Finn kisses his jaw. “Let’s feed that beast.”

~

After muffins and nearly two hours of swearing and pinching his finger three times (which Finn kissed sweetly each and every time), the TV stand is finally done. Poe rinses out the now empty travel mugs and Rey’s plate and piles them on the tray. “So, I totally need a shower.”

Finn stands up. “Need help?”

“In the shower?” Poe bites his lip. “Whatever happened to moving slow?”

“Hmmmm,” Finn stands against his counter, smiling and being all fucking awesome. “You made breakfast and you built me furniture, least I can do is wash your back.”

Poe laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “You and I both know if you join me for a shower you’ll be doing anything but washing my back.”

“Wanna bet?” Finn smirks. “I bet you a hundred dollars I can share a shower with you and not even so much as kiss you.”

“Nope, not gonna happen,” Poe rolls his eyes.

“Two hundred.”

He turns around, figures either way he’ll win because he’ll get to see Finn naked. Plus he got that tip and he’d love nothing better than to use it to make Finn happy. “Deal.”

Poe nearly trips on one of his rugs as they make their way out of Finn’s place and into Poe’s bathroom. He starts the shower and gets it to the temp he likes. “This okay?”

Finn nods. “I like it warm.”

“Thank God,” Poe mutters, stripping off his clothes. He climbs into the shower and reaches for a washcloth. “You coming?”

Finn climbs in—fully clothed except for the hat and slippers, and takes a long hard look at Poe. “You are so amazing.”

“I’m sweaty and gross and I’m betting you can’t bathe me without trying something,” he hands Finn the washcloth. “Besides, wearing your clothes is cheating. You’re gonna be soaked.”

“I’ll just have to borrow yours. Hold up, I gotta take this bandage off.”

“You sure you can get that wet?”

“Warm water and soap, yeah they said it was fine. Turn around so I can stare at your ass.”

Poe turns his back to Finn and puts his whole head under the water. He’s got such a fucking hard-on right now and he isn’t even shy about it. Finn basically begged him for this, it’s his own fault if he has to see how fucking turned on he is. He wonders if Finn will make him beg or call him dirty names. Oh, this is going to be the best shower of his life. He feels a soapy rag touch his shoulder and he swoons, putting his hands against the tile to steady himself. He bites his lip and lets his head roll back, practically begging for Finn to suck on it.

Finn wipes him down softly and sweetly, even getting all the ‘dirty’ bits like his armpits and even his ass and ohmyfuckinggodheistouchingmyasshole Poe thinks. He’s panting by the time Finn drops the washcloth and reaches out of the shower for a second one. He lathers it up and whispers in Poe’s ear.

“Turn around.”

Poe nearly slips as he complies, locking eyes dead-on with Finn. His pupils are blown and he’s drenched. The wet sweatpants cling to his hard cock inside them and he’s panting just a little. Not nearly as much as Poe, who knows what’s going to happen next. He’s gonna win the fucking bet. Finn takes the washcloth to Poe’s chest, neck, arms, stomach and legs, missing his cock entirely.

“Missed a spot,” Poe chides.

“Saving it for last,” Finn whispers, sliding the rag up Poe’s leg and under his balls. Poe gasps as Finn washes his hard cock which almost hurts from the tease. Finn stares at it the whole time like it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. “Now, time to wash your hair,” he says, dropping the washcloth.

He lets Finn scrub his hair and moans and groans with each scrape of fingernails on his scalp and even the way Finn guides his head under the stream of water and it’s the most amazing foreplay he’s ever had. When Finn reaches around him to turn the water off he whimpers. “Fuck, you totally won.”

“I did,” Finn smiles. “I got to see you naked, make you whimper and I get two hundred bucks. Best Sunday ever.”

“We surely can’t leave each other like this,” Poe says, reaching to pull Finn in for a kiss.

“Nope, not even a kiss,” Finn says. “But you are right. I am kinda hoping we can take this into your bedroom?”

“Not with those wet clothes,” Poe says, reaching to help Finn strip. It’s not sexy trying to peel wet clothes off someone else, but they manage without falling. “Oh, your hand. Shit, I got gauze and stuff in the cabinet.”

“Wait for me in your bedroom?”

Poe nods and practically jumps out of the shower, stopping only to grab a towel and pat himself down on the way to his bed. He moves his laptop to the dresser and draws the blinds, turning his lamp on and the overhead light off. He debates on whether or not to climb under the blanket and decides that yes, he’s cold now and under the covers all warm with Finn is just about the best place on earth.

Finn walks into the room completely naked with a fresh bandage on his hand. He too runs to the bed and climbs under the covers next to Poe. He lets himself get scooped up in Poe’s arms. “So,” he says on a deep throaty voice that makes Poe’s entire body twitch, “I want to blow you.”

Poe nods. “I’d like that.”

“I’ve never done it before.”

“Really?”

“Nope. I’ve only ever jerked a guy off or been the top.”

“Never got a blowjob?” Finn shakes his head. “Well, what if I blow you first that way you know what to try?”

“I’d probably come in like thirty seconds and be too out of it to do a good job.”

“I can wait.” Poe kisses Finn with a very needy tongue. He’s been teased in the shower for the past twenty minutes and his kiss is every bit salacious as that tease.

He nibbles on Finn’s lip, licks the back of his teeth and sucks on his tongue. He gently pushes Finn onto his back and kisses his neck and his shoulders. He traces the length of his collarbone with his tongue and nibbles his way to Finn’s left nipple, alternating between wide licks and sucks. Finn is quiet but the way his breathing changes and his occasional pants lets Poe know that he likes it. He makes his way to the right and repeats the chain, feeling Finn’s cock leaking against his stomach. He kisses down to his navel, dipping his tongue inside just briefly before traveling to his prize.

Poe uses one hand at the base to grip him, working up saliva in his mouth. Once he’s ready, he tentatively licks Finn’s head and the guy bucks up and swears. Poe smiles, knowing that there is a screamer hiding in Finn just waiting to be let out. He takes the head of Finn’s cock in his mouth and gently sucks and traces it with the tip of his tongue, wanting to come just from the taste of Finn alone. He starts to pump his fist back and forth on his cock while slowly working his mouth further and further down. Now, Poe has never been good at deep throating without gagging and while gagging is definitely one of his kinks that’s probably enough to freak Finn out. So he pumps and sucks and traces with his tongue until he feels a tap on his head.

“I’m gonna…”

Poe sucks even harder, letting Finn come in his mouth. It’s so incredible and tangy and it even tastes like Finn’s skin. It’s so fucking intimate. He’s licked come off people before, never all of it, and he’s never just swallowed straight from the source like that. It was so fun and it’s because it was Finn.

He climbs back up the bed and reaches for a water bottle he keeps on his nightstand, taking a big drink before turning back to Finn. “You good?”

Finn nods, his eyes closed. “I…wow. Just wow.”

“I know, I’m a sex god. Just wait until you get inside me. Or me in you, I go either way.” He kisses Finn’s neck and scoops up alongside him, his own cock still hard but somehow not as urgent as before. He just wants to revel in Finn’s afterglow and know that he is the one who made that happen.

“I want to try.”

“You sure?” Poe asks.

“Fuck yes.”

Poe positions himself on his back and moans as Finn replays the same kissing and licking game on his body that he did. He varies it up and drags his fingertips across Poe’s ribs. When he gets to Poe’s nipples Poe nearly screams.

“You have no fucking idea how much I love nippleplay,” Poe grunts. “Like, it’s such a thing.”

“Good,” Finn replies, sucking on one. “Think you could come from this?”

“Oh fuck maybe,” Poe rolls his head back, getting so lost in the sensations he can’t even keep track. He thinks Finn sucks on one and flicks the other with his fingers and alternates, but he doesn’t know for sure. His throat is almost getting sore from all the noises and his cock is so hard and aching that he nearly takes it in his own hand.

“You look so hot like this,” Finn mutters, kissing his way straight down to Poe’s cock.

The moment Finn licks his way down the shaft and goes back up to put his mouth around him he’s lost. A string of ‘fuck’ and ‘shit’ and ‘don’t fucking stop’ spills out of him as Finn pumps and licks and sucks and slurps and he’s just so fucking good at it and…

“I’m gonna come,” Poe manages to squeak out, embarrassingly early. Finn must not have heard him because he starts to come in Finn’s mouth and he gags and comes off, jerking Poe through his orgasm.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Poe pants, reaching to hand Finn the box of tissues from the nightstand.

Finn spits into them. “I wanted to try it but, wow I wasn’t ready. I’m sure this is super sexy.”

“You’re fine, it’s okay. Not everybody likes to swallow or even taste.” He hands Finn the water bottle. “But it was really sweet that you wanted to try.”

“Really?” he says in between swigs. “You sure?”

Poe bites his lip. “Yeah. That was really amazing.”

Finn reaches over to set the water bottle and box of tissues on the nightstand, tossing the used ones to the floor. He curls up next to Poe and throws an arm over his chest. “We’re both kinda sweaty again.”

“It’s okay,” Poe kisses Finn’s hair. “Totally worth it. So, what are you going to do with your two hundred bucks?”

“You don’t have to pay me.”

“I kinda do. I’m a man of my word.” He sighs, closing his eyes and holding Finn close to him. “We still have to watch Star Wars.”

“Ten minutes?”

“Yeah, ten minutes.”

It doesn’t bother Poe that they stayed in bed for three more hours, alternating between making out and cuddling.