His Mother's Song
Star Wars: The Force Awakens
Poe Dameron x Finn
Rated: Mature (for graphic sex)
Poe visited Finn in the infirmary every chance he got. There weren’t many, between flying raids on the First Order, supervising flight training, and running secret missions for General Organa. But Poe came when he could. He would sit and talk to Finn or sing to him. One particular song Finn seemed to respond to was one Poe’s mother used to sing to him. The day Finn woke from his coma, Poe walked into his room to the sound of Finn humming it. It was the best sound Poe had heard in weeks.
“You’re awake!” he said with a smile.
“Yeah,” Finn replied. “And I have this song stuck in my head, but I have no idea what it is. The First Order doesn’t approve of music. It’s making my head hurt.”
The smile faded from Poe’s face, replaced by concern.
“You don’t like it? I- I mean I would sing it for you and you seemed to respond to it. I thought it was a good sign.”
Unsure of how such information would be received, Poe shoved his hands in his pockets fiddling with the toy x-wing he kept in the left one.
“That was you? I remember! It’s a bit fuzzy, but I swear I can remember hearing parts of it. Could…” Finn hesitated. “Would you sing it for me?”
Poe blushed. Brightly. He coughed, cleared his throat nervously, and began to sing. Finn listened with his eyes closed, a smile slowly spreading across his face.
*****
Finn hoped to find Poe for company at breakfast. It was his first morning out of the infirmary, and he didn’t relish the thought of trying to navigate the mess hall alone. Having only a vague idea of where to look, he searched through the dormitory area until he heard singing. He would know that song anywhere.
Finn followed the song down the hall until he saw Poe exiting the communal bathroom in nothing but a towel. Finn stopped dead in his tracks, insides frozen, mouth glued shut. Poe spotted him.
“Finn! You’re up early. Would you like to get breakfast?” Poe asked, smiling.
Finn forced his legs to move to cover the distance between himself and Poe. He took a couple of breaths to steady himself, which turned out to be a bad idea, because Poe smelled amazing.
“Um Yeah. That’s why I was looking for you. I thought maybe breakfast.” Finn replied in what he hoped was his most nonchalant manner ever.
“Fantastic!” Poe said. “Let me just go get dressed.”
Finn nodded, and Poe walked down the hall to his room. Finn kept his eyes shut.
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Poe hummed to himself as he watched Finn training. It was only exercise and basic hand-to-hand combat. Finn was assigned to intelligence, but they all had to be ready to fight when needed.
Finn’s form was still a bit rusty. The First Order only seemed to have taught him to shoot. But he learned quickly. Poe just loved to watch his muscles tense and flex, sweat shining on his brown skin.
Poe bit his lip. If only he knew whether Finn felt the same way. Some days it seemed obvious, but other days not so much. And he feared upsetting their friendship. He knew how much it meant to Finn and to him.
Training ended, and Finn waved to Poe before he could slip away.
“Poe! Did you need me for something, or-” Finn broke off. Poe tried not to stare at his lips.
“Ah, no. Well, yes, later. I mean I actually have a free evening. If you’re free too, I thought maybe I could teach you some more songs. You mentioned maybe wanting to someday.” Poe really hoped that didn’t sound quite so rushed and desperate to Finn.
“That sounds great!” Finn replied, smile beaming, brown eyes shining.
Poe bit his lip again and grinned
*****
Finn took a deep breath and knocked on Poe’s door.
“Stay cool. Stay cool.” He whispered to himself. The look that Poe had given him after training that morning was still burned in his mind. Could he have imagined the lust in the pilot’s eyes?
Poe answered the door quickly. Finn could smell his soap on him. It wasn’t fair how good he smelled, how beautiful his eyes were. How tempting his mouth. Finn ordered himself to stop.
“Finn! You made it. Come in, come in. I thought this would be better than the commons. You know the other guys complain when I sing too much.”
Poe settled himself cross-legged on the twin bed, guitar in his lap. Finn found the one chair and sat down.
“Will you sing the song from your mother again?” Finn asked. “I still wake up with it in my head sometimes.”
Poe grinned, and the corners of his eyes crinkled. He hummed a bit at first, strummed the guitar, and began to sing. Finn sat and watched enraptured. Parts of the song he remembered he hummed along with, but he mostly studied Poe. He almost became a different person when he sang. His fingers deftly picking out the notes while his body moved with the music.
Finn’s hand moved of its own accord. He reached to touch Poe’s cheek, not sure what he was doing, not sure why.
Poe opened his eyes, but he didn’t pull away. Instead he leaned into the touch. A moment later, Finn was next to him on the bed. Their eyes locked and then their lips. Months of pent up passion spilling over. They stopped only to place the guitar safely back in its case.
Finn felt Poe’s hands find the skin under the hem of his shirt.
“Is this okay?” Poe asked, his eyes concerned.