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“There was one!” Finn smiled at the childlike wonder in Poe’s voice. He turned his head on the blanket to watch his boyfriend’s face. From the corner of his eye, he saw a white streak, and Poe said excitedly, “There’s another one, did you see it?” Poe turned to see if Finn was paying attention, then leaned over for a quick kiss when he caught him staring. “You’re supposed to be watching the stars.”
“Can I watch you instead?”
Poe had dragged him out to the empty Organa’s field after being flabbergasted to learn that Finn had never watched a meteor shower. “It’s like, the best part of summer, Finn. We have to do it!” Finn had agreed, laughing, then immediately regretted his decision when Poe told him they had to be up at 3am for the peak of the shower. Poe had coaxed him out of bed with a kiss and the promise of coffee.
Finn had certainly looked at the night sky before. He’d been out in the New Mexican desert at night. But Poe was fascinated. Within a minute of them both laying down on the blanket, Poe was pointing out constellations and explaining the mythology behind them. “And that’s why you never see the scorpion and Orion in the same sky together. Oh- did you see?”
Finn had caught a bright flash, again out of the corner of his eye. “Just barely. Tell me another story,” he yawned.
“If I do, will you fall asleep on me?”
“Of course not.” Finn yawned again, but he had no intention of breaking his promise. He had less than a week left on the farm before heading to UC Davis. Poe would be so much closer than if Finn had continued his studies in New Mexico, but he would still be so far away, and the farm would keep him tied to Oregon. Finn was counting every moment precious until they had to part. He grimaced and shifted when the still-healing scar on his back twinged.
“Are you okay?”
Finn wondered if he’d ever get used to someone else being so in tune with his moods, his emotions, his body. “I’m fine.” It was the standard reply for anything involving his back. Finn was trying not to be petulant about it. After a few minutes, Finn noticed that Poe was staring at him, not the sky. “You’ll miss it, babe.” He nodded at the sky as a small meteor lit the horizon.
“I almost lost you.”
Maybe it was the setting. Poe had chosen one of the back fields, away from the main house or the cottage. The only sound was the crickets, and Poe’s steady breathing by his side. But all of a sudden he felt every bit as sentimental as Poe had sounded. He rolled onto his side, running a hand down Poe’s cheek, rough with night stubble. “You didn’t.”
“I wouldn’t have had this. I wouldn’t have known what I could have with you.”
“I’m still here.”
Poe sat up, and Finn met him halfway, Poe’s lips on his so achingly tender. Poe reversed their positions, so Finn was back on the ground and he was leaning over him, still kissing, a comforting hand caressing over his stomach. Finn moaned and shifted as Poe moved on to his neck, brushing his lips over Finn’s skin so delicately, like Finn was made of porcelain and Poe didn’t want to crack his surface. And that was nice, that was so nice, to languish in that feeling, the feeling that he was so precious to someone. But you know what's also nice, Finn thought.
“Poe, I want- I’m leaving in a few days. I want us to-” Finn had trouble completing his line of thought when Poe nibbled on his pulse point. They hadn’t had sex yet. Hadn’t even done oral since before Finn’s injury. “I don’t want to leave here without-” He wasn't sure how to put the words with Poe treating him so gently. How did he counter Poe's sweetness with 'I want to fuck you so bad'?
Poe’s face was back above his, searching his eyes. “Are you sure?”
Thank god, he got it. “Are you sure?”
Poe’s eyes were hot as they met Finn’s. “Baby, I want you to fuck me so badly I can barely form a coherent thought.”
Finn laughed, worried eased. “That was pretty coherent.” He pulled Poe down for an ardent kiss. He couldn't imagine finding someone who was a better match for him than Poe Dameron.
“I just don’t want to hurt you.” Poe’s hand swept over Finn’s side. “I don’t want you to hurt your back.”
Finn eased Poe’s head down to capture his lips again. “Well, I don’t seem to be having any problems right now, so what if you ride me?” At Poe’s look of apprehension, Finn continued, “I'm not going to lie, the first time I saw you on BB8 I wondered what you’d look like riding me instead.”
“Finn.” Poe kissed him more forcefully this time.
“We have one problem,” Finn said. Poe grinned and reached for the back pocket of his jeans. Triumphantly, he pulled out a condom and a disposable lube packet. Finn’s eyes widened, and Poe laughed. “Were you a boy scout?”
“I do believe in being prepared.”
“I appreciate that sentiment so much right now.” Finn pulled Poe down again, and crushed their mouths together. He ran his fingers through Poe’s hair, tugging on the curls. Poe groaned and broke away, hastily unzipping his pants and pulling them down. Beneath him, Finn started doing the same. Poe began unbuttoning his shirt, and Finn moaned in frustration. “Too slow.” He ripped at the last of the buttons to reveal Poe’s chest, and molded his hands over it appreciatively.
Poe slicked up two of his fingers, and reached around to prepare himself. “Fuck, Finn,” he groaned, sliding up Finn’s t-shirt with his free hand and grounding himself on Finn’s skin.
Finn tore open the condom and worked it down his cock, squeezing tight at the bottom to keep from coming at the sight of Poe fingering himself. Poe cried out, and Finn reached up to hold him steady. “You ready?”
Poe’s head hung a bit as he fucked himself on his fingers, then slipped them out. “I’m ready.” He straddled Finn, guiding Finn’s cock to his entrance and to Finn he felt impossibly tight. He was about to tell Poe to stop, that he needed to stretch more, when Poe pushed down further and his head slipped past Poe’s rim. They let out simultaneous groans. Poe let gravity bring Finn in the rest of the way. When he was fully seated, he was such a fucking sight that Finn almost came. Powerful bare thighs exposed to Finn, straddling him, squeezing him, the muscles rippling. Poe’s button up shirt hanging loose down over them, which was somehow hotter than if Poe had been naked. It offered tantalizing glimpses of the hair on Poe’s chest.
Finn rolled his hips up, ignoring the twinge in his back, and Poe lifted up with his thighs before slamming back down. The rhythm he set was beautiful, so tight and hot around Finn’s cock. “Poe,” Finn chanted. He wasn’t going to last very long, and he wanted Poe to come with him, so he started pumping Poe’s cock through his fist. Poe groaned, his rhythm becoming erratic. Finn watched Poe’s face as he came, that beautiful face only Raphael could render, lost in ecstasy, a bright white streak of meteor passing just behind his head as he threw it back, eyes squeezed shut. Finn wanted to imprint it in memory, use this moment for the lonely nights he was facing at UC Davis.
“Oh, fuck, I love you, Finn,” Poe groaned as he came down, and Finn stiffened with a shout of Poe’s name. Poe rolled his hips to help Finn ride it out, then collapsed on Finn’s chest, stroking everything he could get his hands on.
“Okay, I think I’m a convert to meteor shower watching,” Finn murmured into Poe’s hair, and he felt the vibration of Poe’s chuckle.