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It was always difficult, being someone without any battlefield powers to speak of, in a fight like that. There was still stuff for him to do, sure - the fact that he could fly provided that - but it made his palms itch for his blaster rifle or his x-wing all the same. So he was tense. Not because of the battle but for the lack of one, and it took a lot to slowly let himself relax. The solid but gentle arms around him helped, at least.

"Yeah, I can stay."

He'd been making an effort, oddly enough, to not stay as much. To stop breathing down the back of 622's neck. But he wasn't about to say no, when directly against. He raised his hand to fall over 622's wrist and gave a slight squeeze.

"You good?"

He leaned his head against Poe's shoulder. "Yeah."

No monster to fight, nothing worse on the horizon, not even any civvies turning their phones skyward as they flew overhead. People were all winding down from the latest crisis, and it was... oddly soothing. Something familiar, no matter how odd the rest of it was.

...But he had been on a long shift with few breaks, and he felt it. ...Smelled it too, now that he was a little protected from the wind against Poe. ...Or maybe that was Poe.

Both, probably. Both of them had been working hard. "We could do with freshening up."

"Hey, I am never going to turn down a hot shower."

He'd been on Earth for two years, now, and hot water showers were still a luxury for him, even though he hadn't taken a sonic one since he arrived. There were some delicacies that would just never lose their wonder.

Soon they were approaching the building, and Poe glided right up to 622's window and hovered under it, waiting for the man to open it up and crawl in first. Who needs doors, really.

"Wait, were you telling me I stink? Because I smell amazing, thank you."

The use of water here was incredible. He'd never been through a water shower before unless it was for decontamination, and that was always mixed with sharp-smelling chemicals you weren't supposed to hang about in. HEre, though? Nothing pushed you along. He missed the way the sonics could feel on your skin sometimes, but this was definitely a luxury.

"I'm saying we both do." He holds a hand out to Poe once he's inside. "But generally I'd agree."

He grabs the edge of his carpet with one hand, taking 622's in the other, and so even when his weight is fully in the window he catches the rug before it falls.

He slides into the room with ease and rolls the carpet up to leave it by the window, before running a tentative hand through his hair. Ah. Yeah. That's sure some grease right there.

"Alright, you may have a point," He replied ruefully. "But I'm just gonna hang on to the last part instead of the first part."

Oh. He paused, then wet his lips. "Anyone, uh, anyone else home?"

"Good thinking." He closed and latched the window, pulling out a couple of towels from a clean load of laundry he'd folded before leaving for work.

"Nobody, I think. Commander's still on duty coordinating the clean-up." And he had been told in no uncertain terms that when his shift was up, he was to leave.

He tried not to visibly relax, but he did. He hadn't said a word against Akobi - he was careful never to - but the man still managed to put him on edge. He could never totally relax when he was around, even if Poe couldn't see him. So he tried to pretend it didn't matter, but the tension ebbed from his shoulders and his smile turned easier.

"Well then, sergeant, may I recommend we engage in water-saving protocols?" He asked, a lopsided grin slipping to his lips.

His cheeks colored a little with a blush, but it wasn't from embarrassment or demurity. He just tended to go a bit red when Poe smiled like that.

"Sounds like an excellent idea, Captain."

The grin broadened, purely for that hint of colour, and he reached out to pluck a towel from 622's arms.

"One of these days I'm going to get my promotion," He replied, turning and heading for the hall. Empty house or not, he still gave the hallway a check, but he managed to stop himself before saying 'all clear'. It would be a funny joke, maybe, if they hadn't gone through weeks of it being a reality.

Once he'd confirmed for himself that they were alone, he relaxed a little further, and was already pulling his shirt up over his head as he stepped into the bathroom. His skin, as ever, was marred with tiny scars and electrical burns, but there were a few fresh bruises, on top of them. Thanks to the nanites, they'd be gone tomorrow.

He followed, eyes roaming over Poe's skin as it came into view, fumbling a little bit with the door as he shut and locked it behind them. Sometimes he just couldn't take his eyes off of Poe. He'd learned to tamp down on it in recent months, try and ignore the feeling, since any kiss or embrace had been met with a minimum of response. But now they were alone, they were safe, and it seemed like Poe was reciprocating now.

He reached out to gently run his fingertips over a bruise. "I'd say by this point you've earned it."

Poe was, by all rights, a very hands on person. Physical affection had always been primary for him, and it was as natural as breathing to him. But that wasn’t to say he pushed it on other people. Quite the opposite. He had such a staunch believe in the individual’s right to autonomy of person that consent was a huge issue for him. 99% of the time, it didn’t matter. Look for enthusiastic consent and then boom you’re sorted. Anything less than that, and he’d just back off. But generally, with him, people tended into the enthusiastic consent area anyway.

And then he’d found out about the chip. A little device implanted in 622’s brain that could hypothetically override every decision, every value he had. The idea of consent became essentially meaningless as neither he nor 622 knew what he’d be like without it. It was impossible to know what was spurring the decision, mostly because Poe had been an ass for so long, and made his own role in 622’s life into a strange one. Not an officer, but sometimes similar.

Holding off to the surgery had seemed prudent, and then afterwards 622 was in such a state of flux that it seemed impossible to read. Hot and cold, he couldn’t tell where the desire actually lay and whether it was a feeling or a symptom. It was, frankly, too much for a man like Poe to figure out. So he’d banked on the side of caution, even though it had made him miserable. Apparently he hadn’t been the only one. But he was trying hard to relax.

He let out a gentle snort, flexing his back muscles as 622’s fingers slid over them.

“Well, tell that to my boss.” He said wryly as he went for his belt, snapping it open.

"If I ever get the chance, I will." He would. Absolutely, he would.

He peeled out of his shirt, letting it fall next to Poe's. He'd barely gotten smacked around at all--between his armor and the perimeter posting, he'd been protected.

Now, though? Vulnerable. Incredibly vulnerable, but it wasn't bothering him so much. The latest crisis was dealt with, the door was locked, and Poe was here.

He reached in to unfasten Poe's fly, heart thumping a little harder in his chest as he leaned close to plant a kiss on Poe's neck.

It was hard not to be a little too aware of it all, after so deliberately trying to distance himself. But it hadn't actually been good for either of them, so he was letting it go. That didn't mean he wasn't far more acutely aware of it than he would be, otherwise. The graceful ease with which he tended to do most things was not immediately granted to him.

That being said, even while he was too aware, He did know how to respond.

He stepped a little closer, making 622's fingers brush his skin as he let the man get at his clothes, tilting his head to bear his neck. But as soon as he felt his waistband slacken and slip down his hips, he raised a hand, fingers barely touching just under 622's chin and tilting it down so that Poe could lean up and take a warm, slow kiss.

His hands settled at Poe's waist for a moment, just focusing on the kiss. This part they'd--well, they'd done it a lot. And still done it some in the past few months. but it was still something that felt new to him. Somehow even more than the rest of it.

Maybe he just hadn't gotten the hang of it yet, but he wasn't sure. As soon as Poe kissed him, all the little things about it came back to him. How to tilt the head to just the right angle, how to keep his breathing steady, to match the intensity Poe brought to it.

Kissing was complicated, but he'd learned so that he could enjoy it with Poe.

Kissing was not complicated. In fact, Poe barely thought about what he was doing at all. Just like with nearly everything else he ever did, it was almost entirely intuition rather than thought. Thoughts were too slow. Intuition, muscle memory, reflex - these were all so much faster. Of course in order to make anything reactive enough to be pure intuition, he had to practice a lot. There was probably a time where he thought about kissing a lot more than he did now. And it probably all involved fumbling in supply closets with other cadets half a life time ago.

None of this occurred to him, right now. The only thing that really occurred to him was that 622 had been right - they both kind of stank - but also kind of wrong - he actually enjoyed the smell. But he also enjoyed showers, so he wasn't complaining. He hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of 622's trousers and tugged himself a little closer, pulling their bodies flush. There was a weird tightness in his chest, an anticipation or a concern, he wasn't sure, but it wasn't about to keep him from what he was doing.

He broke the kiss but didn't go far, tilting his head to press his forehead to 622's and then tilting to press another kiss to the side of his lips, and then another, to his jaw.

Lowly, he asked, "You're gonna let me use your shampoo, right?"

There was a layer of tension that he hadn't known was there until it broke, when Poe pulled him closer. He did still want to be close. There had been times in the past few months were he simply couldn't tell. The tension released in a quiet sigh, the heat inside him flaring.

And--He huffed out a quiet laugh. "Yes." He'd almost forgotten about the shower. "Take as much as you want."

A smile pulled at Poe's lips, lopsided and small, but warm, and he pressed another kiss to 622's jaw, then nearly to his ear.

"That sounds like a dangerous offer. You've seen my hair, right?" He's teasing, and it's meaningless, and he's only half thinking about what he's saying. The rest of him is paying far too much attention to the subtle heat coming off of 622's body, the slight shift in weight as he adjusted.

"Probably don't need our pants, either."

"It still looks--" Amazing, against regulation, and extremely tempting to touch in a way that was even more against regulation. Which he was definitely going to do. "--good."

Words were not his strong suit. Action, though, he could sometimes manage that. "I can help with that." He slipped his thumbs under the waistband of Poe's underwear, breaking away just enough to go down on his knees as he undressed the other man.

Oh. That was a nice sight. He reached out, gently putting his hand on 622’s head to stabilize himself as he stepped out of his shed clothes. His fingers curled, nails grazing scalp almost thoughtfully as a pulse of arousal he couldn’t help travelled south.

“You’re going to give me a run for my money,” he murmured appreciatively as he ran his fingers over 622’s well trimmed hair. There was maybe a week of growth since the man had trimmed it last, but: “If you keep recklessly growing out your hair like this.”

Yeah, he was teasing.

"I'm not--" He glanced up, caught a glimpse of Poe's expression. Oh. Right. "I might."

He wouldn't. But he would lean in to kiss Poe's thigh, soft and slow.

Force. He had really, really managed to get himself all tied up, hadn't he? He could feel the trained response at the back of his mind - a deflection tactic, warm but still leading away from what the rest of him very much wanted to do. He'd trained it to be so automatic - forced himself to diverge - that it felt almost weird to not be calling this to a gentle halt. But the whole point was he was going to stop doing that, right?

He wet his lips. He was so damn pent up--

"I'm trying to picture it and I'm struggling," He admitted with a low chuckle, his skin prickling under 622's lips, arousal pooling in his groin.

"I wonder how long you'd be able to let it go before your subconscious made you cut it in your sleep..." His fingers kept grazing over 622's head, finger tips gently brushing at the shell of his ear. "You're still wearing too much," he pointed out in a murmur.

He couldn't imagine it either. Easier to think about the here and now.

"I am." He was leaning against Poe, closing his eyes to focus on the touch.

"Do you want me to change that?"

He wet his lips and tilted his head. There was the slightest hesitation. One of the reasons he had difficulty with this was because he'd known just how much 622... well, liked being given orders in this sort of scenario. But it had gotten a hell of a lot more complicated when Poe realised that he had been built with something in his brain that could potentially keep him from disobeying them. So it had gone from a fun, teasing role play to something that he couldn't help but have some very dark thoughts about.

It was hard keeping your mind in the moment when you wanted to travel back to another universe, then back in time, and burn a whole system to the ground.

"Come back up here, and I'll do it for you," He replied instead, his voice dropping low and quiet.

He stood, trailing his hands up Poe's legs, one up the inside of his thigh. It stopped just short of Poe's crotch as he stood there, expectant and waiting, fingers tracing little circles across the skin."Start here, or wait for the shower?"

“Here’s good,” he murmured, his heart fluttering a little unsteadily from that touch as his fingers slipped between 622’s belt loops, tugging him a little closer before going for his fly. His touch was almost feather-light, as he worked the fastening’s open and the slid the waistband down 622’s hips.

He didn’t want to move out of 622’s reach when he’d asked so particularly, so he just pushed the fabric down until gravity could take over, leaning in to take a slow, deep kiss while he did it, his cock already heavy and full.

Quietly, “I don’t want you to feel like you have to wait for my signal, anymore. I’m leaving the landing lights on from now on, okay? You can start or end whenever you want.”

"Understood." His fingertips slid up the last few centimeters to Poe's cock, stroking it slowly and carefully. It's been long enough since they've done this that he feels self-conscious, out of practice, but driven on by pent up desire all the same.

He had not quite realised just how badly he'd needed that touch until it happened, and he leaned against 622 with a low groan. Force, that felt better than it had literally any right to. He slid his hand down to reciprocate, taking 622's cock in hand, his own strokes easy and deliberate.

"Damn, I've missed you," He whispered before he could actually stop himself. He isn't sure if he means 'you' or if he means 'this' or if he means both, and he feels a little guilty for saying it either way. He ducks his head, pressing his lips to 622's throat as he steps in, pressing closer and letting their knuckles touch as he stroked the man slowly.

His breath hitches in his throat just to hear Poe sound like that, let alone the touch when it finally comes. While they'd avoided this kind of physical affection, he'd barely touched himself at all. Normally he would, it was just maintenance. But after enough quiet rejections from Poe, he'd just sort of... stopped. Now he barely knew what to do with how good this all felt. The kisses alone might've been enough by now.

"I've missed you too." He put an arm around Poe again, holding them close, closing his eyes just to feel it all for a moment, hear Poe's breathing and his own racing heartbeat.

It makes his heart clench to hear it back. He still thinks it was the right thing - at first, at least - but he should have been better at figuring out the edges. He’d been so caught up in everything—

He let out a long, shuddering breath, pressing 622 a little further backwards until he was halted by the rim of the sink.

He could feel how pent up the other man was. That decided it.

His strokes slowed, and he pressed a warm kiss to the man’s ear.

“Come on, hop in the shower.” And then he was going to give the clone the blowjob of his life.

The unexpected bump against the sink sent a little shock up his spine, gasping quietly. He usually didn't like being cornered. This, though?

Wordlessly, he pulled Poe closer to the shower, blindly reaching for the tap and turned on the water, pausing there to give Poe another kiss, harder and more insistent. He'd tried not to want this, not to need it, almost tricked himself to believe he didn't, but now--

It had been a lie, and not a very convincing one.

The water hit too cold at first but Poe didn’t care at all, fully engaged and focused on 622’s mouth against his as he deepened the kiss, pulling their bodies flush and close together even as the water streamed down their skin between them. It was almost enough to distract him from his purpose, but not quite.

He forced himself to pull back, sinking to his knees without a word and reaching out to stroke 622’s cock to full attention. His eyes slid shut as he leaned in, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the side of the man’s cock - then another, and another, slowly getting closer to the head. He let out a soft groan as he finally slid his lips down the man’s length, taking him fully, his cheeks hollowing as he drew it deeper into his mouth.

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The water was cold, he'd forgotten it would be, but the heat between them was more than enough, held there in the kiss. When they finally broke away, he tried to speak, but--

The thought immediately left his head. His fingers tangled through Poe's hair as he knelt. All he could do was stare, everything was moving so fast--

"Poe--" He brought a hand to his mouth, instinctively muffling the exclamation that echoed off the walls. He braced against the wall of the shower, trying to keep his hips from bucking, as the hot water spilled over them.

Poe, despite his name rhyming with the word, had a difficult relationship with the concept of slow. Especially when he was rewarded with a surprised vocalization like that. 622 could be silent as the grave, when he wanted to, which only made it all the more gratifying when a noise was pulled out of him, despite himself.

Poe could do slow, later. Once he’d proven just how intent he was on making up for lost time, once he’d brought 622 to a toe-curling, earth shattering orgasm - then he could take his time and rediscover their bodies together. But this would take the edge of desperation off. He hoped.

Which is why the sound of his name only egged him on, making him take 622 deeper into his throat, eyes watering a little as he went too far but ignored the slight complaint of his body. He had to keep his eyes shut right against the water spraying down over them, but he could imagine the look on 622’s face. And he desperately wanted to hear he man say his name like that again. So with a deep, rumbling moan at the back of his mouth - vibrating up through 622’s cock - he began to suck the man in earnest, his head bobbing, water splashing up against his cheeks and dripping from his tightly held hair.

His head fell back against the shower wall with a quiet thump, eyes closed, lips parted in quiet moans and gasps. He'd remembered how good this was, but either his abstinence or the tension in his life had--

He gasped loudly as Poe moaned. Maybe this really was just as good as he thought it was, and he should stop trying to think. Just feel what Poe was doing to him.

The gasp was perfect and it sent a surge of arousal through his veins, his lips and tongue and throat all working deligently to make that gasp happen again. Force, he had needed this more that he realised. He could almost feel the tense knots of muscle in his back releasing. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow - just chased 622’s pleasure as recklessly and skillfully as he was able.

He threaded a hand between the man’s thighs, gently brushing a finger against the right ring of muscle that he found. Not entering - he wasn’t about to do that without a lot of lube, after their accidental celibacy - but just teasing and caressing as his cheeks hollowed, his lips beginning to turn red from their work. He wouldn’t stop until 622 had broken utterly.

He his control was steadily unraveling further, but he could keep it together a little longer, just breathe--

And then he felt Poe's wandering fingers, pressing against him, his hips reflexively pushing forward in response, into Poe's mouth. It was too much. To good. Poe was going to wreck him like this, overwhelm him utterly. He was trying to hold on, didn't want it to end, but--

It came up on him so suddenly that he couldn't contain his loud, ragged moan as he came.

There was nothing quite as satisfying as pushing someone over that edge, and he braced himself, swallowing around 622’s cock until the man’s shudders subsided. Only then did he pull back, wiping a hand over his mouth and then pushing back his wet hair off his forehead, standing up to give the clone a cocky grin and a deep kiss.

Murmured lowly against his lips, “Feel a little better?”

The continued attention was almost too much, too good, leaving him too overwhelmed to rely in words, even after the kiss.

He put his arms around Poe, giving him a silent yes with a tap on the shoulder.

They were together. Of course he felt better.

He took to the embrace easily, a very real sense of relief flooding him. Okay. He may not have completely broken everything after all.

He wrapped an arm around the man’s waist and pulled him closer into a hug, planting a warm, wet kiss on his cheek.

“Good,” he murmured quietly. His own arousal was still peaked, but he was also more adept at ignoring it. Plus unlike 622, he had kept up a regular - and vigorous - masturbation schedule. So he was fine cooling off for a little bit.

He pressed another kiss to 622’s throat, squeezing him tightly before pulling back and reaching for the soap.

“Come on, I’ll scrub you down.”

He nodded, giving Poe the space to do what he wanted. It was obvious Poe needed some attention himself, but...

Poe had said he didn't have to ask for permission about these things. He still wasn't sure how to handle things like that, and the decision seemed a little beyond him at the moment. Clean off first, then think.

He pulled back and slowly, methodically, began to run the soup in tight circles over 622’s skin, working up a lather. This was a luxury, too, and one he was happy to indulge in, especially as it let him feel up basically every muscle on the man’s body.

He was happy giving 622 a minute to let his systems reboot, so he didn’t touch the man’s cock again, even if he did spend a little too much time massaging his ass. So sue him.

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cw: getting into the spicy stuff, consider yourself duly warning

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duly warning... sighs at myself

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