Would you kill a man?
“Uhm, Phasma, where are my sheets?” Poe asks as he helps Finn into their bedroom. Instead of his grey jersey set he finds crisp white linens and a new slate grey comforter. And about a million pillows.
“They were practically threadbare so I went shopping,” she says, following them inside. “Besides, I think they look great in this room.”
Poe nods, they really do make the bedroom look pulled together. “I’m paying you back,” he says as he helps Finn into bed.
“Don’t ever say that to her,” Finn replies. “She might punch you.”
“Not this time, but no. You will not pay me back,” she smiles, setting down Finn and Poe’s bag. “Rey should be back from the store with your food.”
“Stupid food,” Finn rolls his eyes, fluffing up the pillows behind him. “You moved the TV.”
Poe turns to see his TV on top of the dresser. That must mean that Finn’s is in the living room. “Phasma…”
“I have a lot of making up to do for treating my little brother so poorly,” she leans down and kisses him on the top of the head. “I can’t believe I was ever so closed off to who you are.”
“That’s okay, you are here now and that’s what counts,” he smiles up at her. “Where are you staying?”
“There’s a hotel not far from here, it’s got an executive suite that overlooks this rooftop garden.”
“That’s my hotel, I mean, I’m one of the wedding coordinators there,” Poe says. “Great suite. I’ll make sure the manager gives you the employee rate.”
“Thanks,” she kisses the top of his head too. “I’m going to go shower and change. Rey said tonight is movie night if you two are up for it?”
“Yeah, I’m in,” Finn nods. “See you later.”
Poe kicks off his shoes and slides into bed next to Poe. “I’m so glad to be home.”
“Me too. Thanks for taking care of me, babe.”
“Of course, for you I’d do anything.”
“Would you kill a man?”
“If I had to.”
“Would you fly to the moon?”
“I’ll steal a rocketship right now.”
“Would you let me chose to colors for the wedding?”
Poe gives him a fake cringe and snuggles up next to him. “Of course I would.”
“I realize I haven’t been into helping at all, it’s been rough. You know, I get all closed off and eat myself into a new pant size. But I want to start helping. It’s our wedding and I should be a part of it. I want to see your stuff.”
“My stuff?” Poe raises an eyebrow. “Doc said no sex for at least two more weeks, depending on your follow-up appointment.”
“I mean your wedding stuff.” Finn runs a hand over Poe’s arm. “I know you have a ton of ideas and connections because of your job. And with me being out of work we’ll need all the discounts we can get.”
Poe swallows. “Once you are up and moving, you can keep looking for a new job. And please, don’t worry about the cost. My mom offered to help if we need it.”
“I want you to have the wedding of your dreams,” Finn sighs. “And I hate that me being out of work is getting in the way of that.”
“I love you,” Poe says.
“I know,” Finn replies.
Poe gets up and returns to the bed with his laptop. He pulls open his Pinterest boards as well as a few bookmarked websites. They talk about the merits of different venues and what themes would go with each. Poe finds himself partial to a rustic theme with them both in tweed vests and dress shirts rolled up to the elbows and sunflowers and daisies while Finn keeps circling back towards a more Indian theme with giant pillows on the ground instead of chairs and elaborate fabrics draped from the top of tents. Both of them like the idea of a judge performing the service and having Phasma be Finn’s ‘best friend’ and Rey be Poe’s. Finn gets sad at the idea of wanting his parents to walk him down the aisle but quickly decides nobody has to ‘give him away’ and he can walk his damned self. Poe gets a little carried away in kissing him and well, long story short, Finn gave him a pretty decent hand job.
Poe manages to get himself cleaned up and spray some Glade around to get the smell of sex out of the air just in time for Phasma and Rey to arrive. Rey is wearing pink plaid pajama pants, a sweater from NYU and bunny slippers, but her hair is impeccably curled and she’s wearing makeup. Poe smiles at her and then looks to Phasma, who is also wearing pajamas. Black yoga pants, a white cable knit sweater as well as styled hair and make-up. Well, I suppose this is going to be interesting, he thinks as he helps them dish out the chicken noodle soup Phasma made. The four of them squeeze onto Poe’s—no, Poe and Finn’s—king sized bed and put on an X-Men flick.
The last thing Poe remembers is Finn running his fingers through his hair as he fell asleep.
~
Two weeks later…
“That’s the last of it,” Phasma sets down the last box in the kitchen. “You are officially moved in together.”
Poe gives her a sweaty hug. “Thanks for your help.”
“Yeah,” Finn says from the couch. Everyone forbade him from doing any lifting. “I can’t thank you enough.”
“Well hopefully you’ll be healed enough to help me in a few weeks,” Phasma says. “I took the job.”
“You’re moving here?” Finn gets up and gives her a hug. “Congrats sis.”
“Thanks. I uhm…I also may have found a place. Rey’s father got wind of a Brownstone closer to my new office, I’m going to take a look tomorrow before I fly back home. Speaking of…did you talk to Luke?”
Poe exchanges looks with Finn. They did talk to Luke and Rey last week. Luke is willing to rent to them but with the wedding coming up and Finn only now able to start looking for work it’s out of their price range. “We can’t afford it right now,” Poe says. “But soon. After the wedding.”
“Well then,” Phasma smiles. “I’m going back to my hotel to shower and rest up. I’ll try to swing by tomorrow before I go to the airport, but I’ll be moving in just a few weeks.”
They exchange hugs yet again and Poe sees her out. He turns around to look at the boxes of Finn’s stuff around the place. Mostly clothes and books, some kitchen stuff. His movie collection. Two small bookshelves round out Finn’s possessions. He never had much when he left college and hadn’t gotten around to really filling out his place. Which makes the move that much easier, Poe thinks. But he also wants Finn to have a say in their apartment.
“Babe, I’m going to go over and see if Rey needs any help cleaning,” Poe says. “You good?”
“I’m good,” Finn smiles. “I’m going to start putting my clothes away.”
“Careful,” Poe says, leaving their place and going across the hall to Finn’s old apartment.
Rey is inside cleaning the windows with windex and paper towels. “I’ve already got someone moving in next week,” she says. “some woman who works at a laundrymat not too far from here. She’s really sweet, grandma type. Her name is Maz something.”
“I can clean this place,” Poe says.
Rey shrugs. “It’s not even dirty. Finn was barely here. Besides, I’m doing it as a friend not a manager.”
“Are you distracting yourself because Phasma is leaving tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Rey.”
“Maybe,” she turns around and sets her cleaning things on the floor. “I should know better, she’s the same person Finn told me would pressure him to change, that she thought he was just in a phase. But I really do like her. She’s pretty. No, gorgeous. Her eyes are so soft and her lips, I mean if you can imagine what I dream those lips are like. She’s funny and sweet and she loves Finn so much I just…” she starts to tear up. “But she is straight. So straight. It’s been forever since I’ve even been a date and I see you and Finn so fucking happy and I just want that too.”
“Come here,” Poe sweeps her in a big hug. “Rey, you’ll find your somebody I know you will.”
“I know,” she sniffles against his chest. “I know.”
~
Three weeks later…
“How was work?” Finn says from the kitchen. He’s milling around cooking up dinner, wearing those adorable Stormtrooper slippers.
“Long,” Poe comes in for a kiss, tossing his keys on the counter. “We had two cancellations and one person wanting to book for a month from now. Apparently the other place shut down and ran off with all their money. I gave them a great discount.”
“Softie,” Finn says. “I hope spaghetti is okay.”
“Your sauce is the best.” Poe moves to the bedroom and changes into loungewear. He knows it’s Finn’s family recipe and it takes all day to simmer the sauce just right. Since he’s been out of work and applying for jobs, Finn has done all the cooking and cleaning and Poe already knows he’s gonna miss having a cute houseboy do all the work around here but he also can’t wait for Finn to get a job. He knows Finn will feel better about himself and they really could use the funds for the wedding. He walks back out to the kitchen and sees Finn setting the table.
“Setting the table, must be a special occasion,” Poe remarks. They typically eat in front of the TV. A habit they will totally have to break when they have kids. Huh, that sounds nice, he thinks. Kids.
“Well, it is. I got a job.”
Poe runs up and hugs him. “That’s great! Was it the office one?”
“No, I uhm…I didn’t tell you about this one because it was such a long shot. But it’s a daycare. They were actually looking for a guy, ya know, it’s good for the kids I guess. I mean, I had no idea I’d like it but when I went to do the interview they let me play with them for like, three hours. It was fun. I even changed a couple of diapers and put a bandaid on a scraped knee.” Finn smiles. “It pays decent and it’s full-time, no weekends. Also, I get insurance and paid time off after three months. All holidays off.”
“Baby, this is so cool,” Poe kisses him. “I am so happy for you.”
“First let’s eat dinner, then you can show me just how happy you are,” Finn smiles.
~
“Fuck…fuck…” Poe pants. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Oh but I will,” Finn leans over Poe’s back and stills inside him. “Edging was totally your idea.”
Poe has tears sting his eyes in frustration. “It’s just…ah fuck.”
“You wanna call Chinchilla?”
He shakes his head. “Not yet.”
“Good,” Finn pulls his cock out and replaces it with two fingers, instantly finding Poe’s prostate and dusting against it. “This is fun.”
“Fi…Fuh…” Poe cries. It only takes three strokes before Poe knows he’s going to come. “STOP!”
Finn does, pulling his fingers out and steading both hands on Poe’s chest. “Are you okay honey?”
“Yes, I…I wanna eat your come before I finally come,” Poe smiles, sweat dripping all over his body. “I wanna earn it.”
“I love when you play dirty come slut,” Finn bites his lip rolling onto his back.
Poe eagerly takes Finn in his mouth, coughing on the bitter taste of non-edible lube still coating his cock. He sucks down long and traces his tongue all over, letting spit sloppily coat the flesh in his mouth. It’s so indulgent and dirty but he’s in a frenzy now. He sucks and pops off over and over until Finn’s cock twitches in his mouth. He slides off just enough to let his come hit his tongue and leave some drops on his lips and chin. Before he can take a breath in Finn shoves his fingers back inside his ass and press hard on his prostate. The orgasm that hits him was worth the last two hours of denial and it leaves his body limp and mind hazy. He thinks Finn licks the come off his stomach. He thinks Finn tastes himself on his chin. He’s even pretty sure that Finn rests his head on his chest when it’s all over.
“That was great,” Poe manages to say after a good thirty minutes of coming down. “I think we need to add more kink to our fucket list.”
“I’m down,” Finn says, snuggling close.
~
Two weeks later…
“This place is great, Phasma,” Finn says as they walk into the living room.
Poe sets down the bottle of wine they brought on the counter. “I love the colors.”
“I’m a sucker for grey,” she smiles. “How about the grand tour after dinner?”
Poe follows Phasma in the kitchen and helps pour three glasses of wine. They carry the wine to the living room and hand a glass to Finn, who sips it super slowly out of respect for his sister. “How’s the new job going?”
“It’s well enough,” she replies, settling into the armchair. “I seem to have been made for the pacing of law in New York. I always felt Iowa to be so…slow. Cumbersome. I prefer the order of my new firm. Finn, how’s your job?”
“It’s great,” he leans forward and sets the glass on a coaster on the black glass coffee table. “I love it. At first I think parents were a bit put off about a guy working at a daycare, but they seem to like me.”
“Our fridge is covered with pictures some of the older ones draw for Mr. Finn,” Poe adds, putting a hand on Finn’s knee. “One time we were at the store and this four-year-old saw us shopping.”
“Parker,” Finn adds. “I was really nervous because he dragged his parents over to meet me and I was with Poe. But…I introduced Poe as my fiancé and it went fine.”
“In fact, they asked if Finn and I would babysit next weekend for a few hours while they go to a friend’s wedding.” Poe smiles, feeling a bit apprehensive about a babysitting gig. “I went to take Finn lunch the other day and the kids love him. He’s the favorite on the staff for sure. Even the babies cry and cry until he comes over.”
“You’ll make a wonderful father,” Phasma says. “Speaking of, are you two planning on a family someday?”
Poe and Finn exchange looks. “Of course,” Poe says before Finn has a chance to respond.
Finn beams at his fiancé and it warms Poe’s heart.