resistingly | open post;

[ poe is on a mission to canto bight with finn and trying very hard to keep his cool. it was difficult enough existing in the same space as a bunch of fancy rich people in clothes that were dug out of a lost and found or coat closet somewhere that didn’t fit quite right. it matched the rest of him that didn’t fit quite right. high society was for people who were distinctly not him.

however, sometimes the easiest way to maintain confidence is having to be confident for someone else, and poe has that opportunity before him now that he and finn are on this ~~date~~ intel-gathering mission together.

he knew that finn was an omega, could smell it on him, but always tried to keep just enough distance that it wouldn’t become a thing. it was actually incredibly hard, but he had his own suppressants and hopes and prayers. he also had other things to worry about, and finn seemed to garner enough attention from rose. the cynical greedy gremlin in him was like “you know beta relationships with alphas or omegas never last that long,” but the other 99% of him wanted!! to be!! a good person!! happy for finn and rose and whatever… that was. gulp down those suppressants, don’t worry about it.

what he didn’t expect on canto bight, in a crowd with so many people who didn’t have a career obligation or simply didn’t want to be on suppressants, just how high his hackles would raise. practically sticking to finn like playing some game of footsie only with his whole body.

this was not optimal. ]

You doing okay?

[ an interesting question coming from the one who was losing the two-person competition for “okay.” ]

[ it's not the first time he's been tapped for a mission, but it is the first one with the resistance where he feels overwhelmingly out of his depth. he's not sure if he even comes off convincingly as someone who belongs here, but maybe poe's feigned confidence will be enough to fool anyone who considers looking at them twice. the facade isn't going to hold up to intense scrutiny, and in some respects he's content to let the other man take the lead on this — not just as his superior, technically.

no, he's not referring to that, although maybe some part of him had realized that he needed to keep his distance from the other man for more than one reason. it's not like he's had more than one alpha sniffing around him lately, and he's been trying to make sure he holes himself up for long enough when the heat comes over him — but sometimes it happens without warning, like his body responds before his brain can string two comprehensive thoughts together.

barring that, though, he's just aware of poe every time he's nearby, and he doesn't really know what that means — what it means for him and rose, who had sent him off with a kiss on the cheek and a strange expression on her face that he couldn't identify.

but they're here in the crowd now, and finn's senses are primed; he's trying to keep an eye out for their contact but he's also palpably conscious of poe's proximity right now, nothing that gets his guard up. no, by contrast, he's nearly tempted to curve into the other man altogether when he leans in close with that aggressive energy coming off of him in waves. ]

What? No, yeah. I'm fine. I'm okay. [ maybe the same can't be said for poe; the second he gets a look at his friend's face, he's frowning. ] Are you okay?

Yeah. [ he clears his throat like that’s all it’s going to take his jealousy demons out. mission. he’s on a mission. he has to find their contact and negotiate for supplies and finn is so close; it’s like all the air was sucked out of the room and replaced with his scent. ]

Uh, yeah. I’m okay. [ he’d feel better if he and finn could bang one out in the coat closet. ]

I’m — is it hot in here? It’s hot in here, right?

[ it's not even that claustrophobic a setting; sure, there are a lot of people in here right now, bodies crammed together around different game tables and the bar itself is in a similar state, but it does feel like he's closer to poe right now than he would be, normally, conscious of everything from the sound of his shirt whispering against his jacket to the way his throat bobs when he clears it like that.

immediately, finn averts his eyes toward the ceiling like he's been caught staring, even though he knows he isn't guilty of anything, right? looking isn't touching. it's not even in the same category as touching.

but poe's remark about feeling warm brings out his concern, and that in itself beats out anything else he might be feeling; he redirects his attention to the other man and gently places a hand to his forehead with the intention of checking to see if he's spiked a fever.

well, that was a mistake. ]

You — you don't feel hot to me. [ his voice stutters to a low whisper, and for a split second it's like all other sound fades out in his hearing, everything save poe's breathing and his own body somehow tethered to that, hips unconsciously tilting when he so much as inhales. ]

[ he may not actually be feverish, but finn touching him makes him feel like something's igniting inside. maybe he should have kept avoiding finn, or there wouldn't be a battering ram where his heartbeat should be.

he catches the micromovent against him — barely anything from his own perspective, just finn's hips brushing against his.

but maker if it doesn't make his blood take an express train out of his head.

okay. he knows what to do. his one beleaguered braincell has an idea that just might be crazy enough to work. ]

We gotta — I think I gotta find a quiet place for a minute. Somewhere.

[ somewhere they can bang. he knows better, that they're on a mission and he should not!!! but. but. all his cells and hormones are like "yeah claim him in the nearest refresher and/or coat closet, gotta bang fast." ]

[ he shouldn't be touching poe. he'd realized that as soon as he'd make contact with him, because yeah, the other man feels warm beneath the cupping of his palm but there's also something else in it, that unconscious pull wrapped in sincere concern.

because he is worried, at least in part; they're supposed to be focused on the mission but if something's wrong with poe he needs to help him, right? he needs to do what he can to steer them back around.

maybe they just need to get out of this crowd, and as soon as poe suggests diverting to a quiet place he nods, a little too eagerly, hand falling away to his side as he glances around them. ]

Yeah, maybe we should —

[ it hits him then, suddenly and all at once, that he'd follow poe anywhere, anywhere, if it means somewhere quiet and away from the chaos; he's already gravitating into poe's space while his eyes are diverted elsewhere, like his body knows something his mind hasn't picked up on yet. ]

[ when they touch, even in the briefest of moments, it feels like something just clicks. the two of them together. finn walking practically on top of him feels right. (he’d like to close that last millimeter of space. lose the clothes.)

the second he sees what he assumes his a coat closet, he makes a beeline, dragging finn in with him and trying his best to close the door without slamming (and attracting unwanted attention) when it is in fact a coat closet and not … who knows. an oddly placed refresher?

being stuffed in a closet with finn and soft material feels deeply intimate in a way that makes his spine tingle. but he can’t — shouldn’t? just go in for the kill. say words, dameron. ]

I wanted to kiss you ever since we met.

[ those were the words that came out, if not the words his brain cell had in mind. ]

[ it’s not the most ideal scenario. there’s every possibility that someone could come barging in here when they’re... what? pants around their ankles while poe’s got him on all fours over a pile of coats? oh kriff, even the thought of that is leaving him wet and desperate for it, like now it’s suddenly all he can think about, just being spread open and taken regardless of where they are. maybe they can bar the door with something and spend the next few hours in here just —

it’s not a realistic idea but his brain scratches to a halt when poe says that, and he doesn’t want to hope that what he’s hearing is true but all signals are pointing to it being the very thing he wants to hear most. ]

So... you should do that.

[ he has the sense that it’s only going to be the start of everything, but there’s still that inclination in his body to submit, to let poe take what he wants from him. he’ll yield immediately, but it’s only a matter of waiting to see how long before the tension snaps. ]

[ he's not sure if it's just hormones or if finn means it 100%. he wants to believe, but there's always a smidgeon of doubt when it comes to
omegas. (don't think like that poe, it's rude. just a very rude flavor of denial, tbh. maybe that's part of why he stayed away, too... he decided it just might not be real? like a fool.)

regardless, he takes the cue to gun it with his mouth, going in with a kiss that's hard, messy, and a good percentage of teeth.

but he can't stop there. while his mouth is doing that, his hands wander down to finn's pants, grasping and fumbling until they find a closure to work down. finn offered him a snack and he took the whole kitchen, but also — ask him if he cares. alpha hormones are behind the wheel now. ]

Worth it.

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