Is That the Throne Room Music From A New Hope?
Two months later…
By the time he gets home, his head is pounding and he’s sweating buckets. Poe can’t believe that Alisha came to work sick and proceeded to sneeze all over his desk when she came in to ask to go home yesterday. Poe can’t believe that he was so busy yesterday that he forgot to disinfect his things and probably drank from his coffee mug covered in germs and boy, just the thought of it is making him wanna hurl.
He toes off his shoes and dumps his stuff on the floor, peeling off his clothes on the way to his bed because he’s so hot, he’s sooooo hot. He turns on his bedside fan and flops onto his bed, reaching to the nightstand for his tissues. Since he’s been dating Finn he hasn’t gone through them so fast because he’s getting it on the regular. He snickers as he blows his nose, feeling his eardrums burn.
~
“Poe?” Rey’s voice comes singing through his apartment. He hears what sounds like horses stampeding through his apartment. “Oh shit, he’s naked.”
“Babe,” Finn’s voice comes through. He feels the mattress sink and Finn’s familiar hands on his back. “You are burning up.”
“Sick,” Poe grunts, not opening his eyes.
“Come on, I’m getting you in the shower to cool you down.” Finn pulls on him.
“I’ll run to the pharmacy,” Rey offers.
“Get some gummy bears, those are his favorite,” Finn says.
“You know me so well,” Poe manages to get out, opening his eyes and getting up with Finn.
Finn gets him to the bathroom and sits him on the toileting, moving to run the shower and take off his own clothes. “Why didn’t you call me?”
“It’s a cold, I’ve had a cold before,” Poe brushes off. “Granted I feel like death warmed over, but still.”
“I would have left work,” Finn says worriedly. “I should take your temp, you are really hot.”
“I know I’m hot, you tell me every night,” Poe cracks.
“Oh great, you are a smart ass when you are sick,” Finn chuckles.
“That’s what she said,” he sighs. “I need a bottle of Nyquil.”
“Rey will bring everything you need,” Finn says, moving to help him stand up. “Come on, let’s get you cooled down.”
“Naked shower time with my sexy boyfriend,” Poe jokes, clinging onto Finn for dear life as they settle under the cool water. “This is so fucking amazing.”
“I’m going to soap you down and wash your hair,” Finn says, getting down to work.
“I gotta get sick more often,” he mumbles as Finn starts washing his chest.
~
Poe wakes up to see a bottle of water, a bottle of Nyquil and a glass of orange juice on his nightstand. He sits up and feels his head pound and his throat scream, so he takes a shot of Nyquil and chugs maybe half the bottle of water, knowing full well the orange juice will sting his sore throat right now. He gets up and stumbles to the bathroom to take a leak, noticing that he’s wearing his favorite pajama bottoms and one of Finn’s t-shirts---he knows it’s Finn’s because it says the name of the university he went to. He’s sure Finn left it here one night and it just ended up in his laundry.
Feeling better at the thought of Finn’s stuff mingling with his own, he walks into the kitchen for a cup of ice and sees Finn napping on the couch while reruns of The Office play on the TV. He leans down and plants a kiss on Finn’s forehead which wakes him up.
“Dude, no kissing,” Finn croaks. “I can’t get sick too.”
“It’s just a cold,” Poe says. “I wanted some ice to suck on and cool down my throat before the Nyquil kicks in.”
“Go back to bed,” Finn stands up. “I got it. I mean it. And drink your orange juice.”
“It’ll burn my throat,” Poe whines, walking back to his bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed and downing his burning glass of orange fire.
Finn arrives with the glass of ice and hands it to Poe, sitting next to him and rubbing the small of his back. Poe puts two cubes in his mouth to quench the fire from the orange juice and slumps against Finn’s side, resting his head on Finn’s shoulder. “You are the best.”
“When I was sick as a kid, my mom used to sing to me. I could sing to you?”
“Go for it,” Poe says, lying down in bed.
Finn covers Poe with a blanket and crawls in behind him, spooning him up.
“Ba ba, baaaaa, b aba b aba….”
“Is that the Throne room music from A New Hope?” Poe smiles.
“My mother was a better singer than me,” Finn admits, whispering in his ear.
Poe closes his eyes and squeezes Finn’s arms tighter around him. “I’m dying.”
“Earlier you said it was just a cold.”
“That was before I knew you’d baby me.”
He feels Finn kiss behind his ear. “I will and I know I will live to regret it.”
“Hmmm, probably.”
~
Poe wakes up in the middle of the night needing more water and gummy bears. He stands up to see Finn had fallen asleep in bed next to him and his heart soars. He’s so beautiful right now that if Poe didn’t feel like death he would swoop in and start tracing that jaw with kisses. He can’t believe he has this man as his boyfriend and just how perfectly they fit together. Every night they spend together from the moment they get home from work until the moment their heads hit the pillow in whichever bed they picked for the night. And the sex is great. So far they’ve stayed pretty basic---and there is NOTHING wrong with that—but for some reason, right now, Poe is craving some handcuffs, a blindfold and Finn making him call him ‘daddy’.
Being sick always makes him horny as hell. He read once that orgasming when you are sick can make you feel better because of the release of the hormones and whatnot. He swears it works, even if it’s temporary, and he’s surprised to see how hard he is right now just thinking about it. Poe could probably just rub one out in the bathroom quick and not freak out Finn but…he’s got a boyfriend who can do the job for him now, right? He wanders back into their bedroom---their?---yes, their bedroom—with a bag of gummy bears in his hand and a hard dick in his pants. Putting the gummy bears down, he slides in bed next to Finn and starts dry humping his leg, just a little.
“What?” Finn groggily questions, waking up. “What are you doing?”
“I need to get off,” Poe says, really working hard at not kissing Finn to get him sick. “Scientific fact…coming when sick makes you feel better.”
“Hormones and whatnot?” Finn laughs. “You are humping my leg like a dog.”
“Oh,” Poe rests his forehead on Finn’s chest. “Talk dirty to me.”
He feels a hand in his hair and another on his waist. “You dirty little dog, humping my leg like you can’t control yourself.”
Poe grunts at the words, biting his lip and rubbing his clothed cock against Finn’s hip even faster, each thrust providing just enough friction to go with Finn’s words. “Keep…talking…” his lungs are on fire, and he knows he’ll pass out when he comes just from the physical exertion.
“You know this is weird for me,” Finn mutters. “But you do look hot trying to get yourself off. Does it feel good?”
“So good,” Poe says, snapping his hips almost as fast as he can, just needing that release.
“Stop,” Finn grabs him. “We’re gonna do this right. Lay down on your back and don’t touch yourself.”
Poe whimpers but does has he is told. Finn gets up and stands at the foot of the bed, giving him a lusty look with blown pupils. He slowly peels his shirt off over his head, dancing his fingertips over his chest and nipples on the way down. Holy shit Finn is stripping for him. He bites his lip and takes a break to cough and sneeze while Finn is slowly touching his chest, dipping fingertips into the waistline of his sweatpants. He sways his hips as he slowly starts to pull his pants down.
“Speed the fuck up, baby,” Poe pants, fisting the sheets since he can’t touch himself. “I’m sick, torture isn’t nice.”
Finn just laughs and pulls down his sweats and briefs in one smooth move, freeing his already hard cock. “See? Just seeing you so desperate makes me hard.”
“Please…”
“Oh, you want me to do this?” Finn giggles and fists his huge hard cock. “Wish it was you?”
“Yeah,” Poe whines.
“I wish it was your mouth, your tongue,” Finn rolls his head back and reaches his other hand up to tease his nipples—he’s not that into nippleplay but he knows Poe loves it. “Wish I was touching you right now.”
“Wish I was touching me right now,” Poe responds, feeling his body flush with heat—fever or desire it doesn’t matter anymore.
“Go ahead babe,” Finn says, locking eyes with him. “Touch yourself. Put your hand in your pants and fuck it.”
“Oh fuck yeah,” Poe grunts, fisting his cock hard and fast. “You are so fucking hot.”
“So are you,” Finn says, working his own cock more aggressively, moving closer to Poe by rounding the side of the bed. He reaches down to pull Poe’s shirt up and expose his stomach. Poe arches up into the touch that breaks too soon. “I’m gonna come on you.”
“Come, Finn, please…” Poe says, his body feeling the physical strain from the effort. He speeds up and feels that orgasm come on really fast. He grunts and spills over his knuckles, seeing the wet spots form on his pants. It was actually really hot not to show his naked body to Finn and still get off. Even hotter to jerk off for him.
Finn grunts and leans over Poe, coming on his stomach. Poe’s body flushes again and this time he’s sure it’s the fact that Finn just painted his torso with hot come and fuck. Fuck.
“I had no idea you were that dirty,” Poe gasps, wiping his hand on his pants.
“Here,” Finn finds a towel on the floor and wipes up Poe’s stomach. “You should change.”
Poe manages to squirm out of his clothes without standing up and relax back into the bed naked. “Nah, this is good.”
“I may have found your porn collection earlier while you were asleep.”
“Jerking it without me?” Poe jokes, rolling onto his side.
Finn spoons up behind him. “Just curious to see what you like. We’ve spent so much time together that I haven’t had the chance to research.”
“You could always ask me,” Poe says, eyelids so heavy he closes them. “I think a frank and open discussion about my little kinks is totally healthy.”
“Like our little science experiment?” Finn whispers in his ear. Poe can feel Finn’s mouth smiling against his neck.
“I came for science,” Poe yawns. He feels that post-come haze slide through his body and he drifts off, feeling the best he’s felt all day.
He only barely registers the fact that Finn whispered the words “I love you” in his ear before he fell asleep.
~
By the next afternoon, Poe is feeling well enough to camp out on the couch with Finn and watch movies. They power through Back to the Future—Poe not admitting the third one was actually his favorite—before he musters up the courage to respond to what Finn said the night before.
“I love you too,” Poe says, snuggling his head into Finn’s chest.
“You heard me?” Finn sounds unsure, a little embarrassed even.
Poe nods, squeezing Finn’s hand to reassure him. “Yeah. And I know it’s probably crazy to say this after like, maybe three months? But I love you too.”
“I’ve never even been in love before, let alone loved someone. That I like, wasn’t related to. Or a friend.”
“Same,” Poe sighs. “But I do know that I have never felt about anyone the same way I feel about you and I just wanted you to know. Why waste time on waiting to say it?”
“That wasn’t the first time I said it.”
Poe sits up. “What?”
“A week ago, I had to pee and when I came back to bed you were so beautiful and perfect and…I said it when you were sleeping.” Finn is blushing. “I didn’t want to say it too soon.”
“Well, looks like you didn’t. I’d kiss you but…”
“I’m not getting sick. I am such a whiny baby when I’m sick you have no idea.”
~
Two days later, Poe gets a text from Finn while at work.
‘I’m dying’
‘sick?’
‘dying’
‘I’ll get some Nyquil, tissues, and that god awful Gatorade you like’
‘hot cocoa’
‘and hot cocoa'
'Hurry I’m dyin’
‘should I get more lube too?’ Poe smirks, totally anticipating more hot sick sex.
‘yeah, and one of those disposable vibrating cock rings they sell in the condom aisle'
'And more condoms'
'whtvr. Hurry I’m dying poe…death! i will come back as a force ghost and haunt you’
‘I love you finn’
‘I know’
‘dork’
‘boyfriend of dork’
Poe puts his phone in his pocket, smiling as he tells his co-workers he’s taking the rest of the day and the next off to go take care of his sick boyfriend.