FinnFeels

Bicepsual curls ft. Rey Finn and Poe

“My clothes look really good on you,” Poe said, and thenrealized what he had said. Out loud.

Blast.

Finn was giving him a weird side-eye. “Uh. What?”

“Nothing,” Poe said, and pretended to tidy up. His quarterswere so small, though, and he had honestly only been in here to toss in hisstuff, catch a power nap, and change into his flight suit, so there wasn’tactually anything to tidy up. “Everything fits?”

It fit. It fit really well. Poe had noticed.

“Yeah,” Finn said, turning slightly to give Poe a reallyamazing view of his ass. Also his thighs, damn.

Not that Poe was paying attention. Kriff.

“Rey looked good?”

Poe felt the flicker of hope in his chest dwindle a littlebit more. “Yeah, buddy. She looked good.” He watched the pleasure on Finn’sface and added, “Actually, Beebee’s got a little something to show you,something he recorded. Rey. I’ll ask him after we’ve seen the general.”

“Really? Thanks, Poe,” Finn said, moving closer, setting hishand on Poe’s shoulder, warmth seeping in even through the layer of his thickflight suit. “Thanks for everything.”

“It was nothing,” Poe said, trying not to stare too deeplyinto Finn’s frankly beautiful eyes. “Couldn’t have you walking around naked,right?” Not that Poe would have minded. “Too distracting for us all.”

Stars, why was he like this?

But Finn was smiling, and Poe had one more thing for him.

“Here,” Poe said, making himself pull away from Finn’s lightgrasp, recovering the jacket from his bag. “I, uh, I fixed it. Sort of. Sorry,I can’t sew, so I just kind of…” He shrugged. He was better with ships,honestly. Give him an engine and he was good, a jacket? Not so much.

Finn’s expression was morphing into stunned wonder andgratitude, like Poe had done something truly amazing for him, not just taken astapler to the back of an old jacket that had seen better days even before KyloRen burned through it. “You fixed it,” he said, fingers spreading over the leather.

“You can toss it if you want,” Poe said, fidgeting. “I guessit looks like trash.”

“It’s perfect,” Finn said, utterly genuine, and slipped thejacket on over his shoulders.

Poe tried not to have a truly inappropriate reaction. Finn in my clothes in the jacket, fuck.

Please have me, too, Poethought, and thankfully stopped himself from saying it out loud. Kriffing hell.

“Thank you, Poe,” Finn said, hugging him, and Poe died alittle inside.

He sank into the embrace and thought, you know, if this wasall he got? This was enough.

“Go on! Don’t wait for me!”

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