title: Why Why Why Look
fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
rating: PG
length: 750 words
notes: title from Victoria Williams' song; also for "mishap" on my 15kisses prompt table
summary: Poe's got something to show Finn; Finn's got something to watch while he follows.


Poe precedes him up the hill.

Finn takes his time following. First, that's because he's enjoying the view: Poe's thick, almost blocky, ass caught snugly in his trousers. It shifts and bunches as Poe moves; one thigh is especially well-defined thanks to the holster strap. Each buttock is just slightly larger than one of Finn's hands. He's spent a lot of time trying to palm them; he has no intention to ever stop trying.

His other reason for following is equally pragmatic, though categorically far less pleasant. Finn pauses in order to turn around every fifteen steps and scan for anything out of the ordinary. His hand rests lightly on the hilt of his lightsaber.

"It's fine!" Poe calls. "Who'd follow us? What do we have to fear?"

Sometimes, it's like he's trying to jinx them.

"Oh, I don't know," Finn replies, jogging the last several meters to join him. "Die-hard First Order remnants? Rogue ex-troopers? Random grumpy residents obsessed with trespassers?"

Poe grins. "You're so paranoid."

"I'm careful, is what I am."

"Carefully paranoid, yeah." He claps Finn on the shoulder. "Come on, we're almost there."

"Where are we going?"

The hill is pretty steep, covered all over with light heather and old roots. Occasionally he has to grab a root to haul himself up the next little way.

Poe glances over his shoulder. "You'll see."

"I'd rather know, that's all," Finn tells him.

"And ruin the surprise?"

Finn thinks about it. "All right, that's fair. Lead on."

After all, he doesn't mind following Poe. As they pick their way along the rocky ridge, he just keeps an eye on Poe's ass and tries to forget persistent worries.

He isn't so distracted that he stumbles, however. That's all on Poe, whose toe catches a root. He pitches forward and Finn goes to catch him, only to get their legs tangled up. They end up on the ground, Poe face-down and laughing, Finn on his side, still hanging on for no real reason at all. He's having some trouble catching his breath.

Poe reaches out, blind and fumbling, and Finn grabs for him. He gets a handful of Poe's ass, and Poe gets his face buried against Finn's neck. He kisses his way to Finn's mouth, lips dragging heat as they shift closer together.

Finn squeezes the swell of Poe's buttock and Poe's answering chuckle spreads in waves across Finn's chest.

"What's so funny?" Finn whispers.

"Nothing," Poe replies.

"Did you hit your head? Again?"

"Nah," Poe says and kisses him some more. When he pulls back, he crosses his eyes and says, "Who are you, anyway?"

"Not funny, man." Finn pushes him lightly in the chest.

Poe shrugs. "It was a little funny."

Fingers curled in the collar to Poe's jersey, Finn tugs him back and kisses him harder. Poe ends up mostly on top of him, Finn holding on by ass and neck as Poe presses him into the ground. His whole skin is lit up from within, tingling and extra-sensitive as it tries to push toward the heat of Poe's mouth. Finn wavers there, deserted by gravity long enough to get a little dizzy.

"Here we go!" Poe shouts, pulling away so fast that Finn gapes at him, his hands falling empty. Poe yanks him up, however, doesn't let go.

"Where?" Finn asks, but then he shuts up, because the surprise reveals itself.

Right at the horizon, which from this height looks all of half a kilometer away, two moons are rising. One is lopsided and silvery; its mate, a lavender orb. The sky behind them is not yet dark. Their colors seem to wink and shimmer through the atmosphere.

Finn leans against Poe's side, their hands tangled up in Poe's lap, as they watch. For once, they're pretty quiet. He can smell the warmth coming off Poe, the mix of engine oil and herbal cologne, and he draws a little closer, nosing at Poe's neck, renewing the kiss slowly, stage by stage.

The sight before them isn't extraordinary. They've certainly seen more impressive things; they've both probably lost track of all the galactic wonders they've witnessed. These moons rise and cross their sky regularly, every two standard days, so the sight isn't rare, either.

"It's just pretty," Poe says simply when they're starting to get cold and shiver. Finn's mouth is alternately numb and buzzing from all the kissing.

"It really is," Finn replies and he means everything, all of it, this.