[The slide-click of the locking mechanism resounds through the room with the finality of a gunshot.
Since Poe is standing close enough for John to smell the lingering scent of spearmint on his breath, which shouldn't be alluring, but is, under these very specific, and troubling, circumstances, it's easier to squeeze one hand between them and catch the washer on the tip of his index finger than it is to gesture.]
This.
[It's easy to forget how big Poe is. That he's a lot of man, which is something John respects, is envious of, and simultaneously aroused by, in varying degrees.
Right now, it's not enough respect, and way too much arousal. Especially given that Poe could put him through this door, as easily as lock it. John has technique, but at this proximity? The extra twenty-five pounds of muscle Poe has on him are what counts.
John's momentarily mesmerized by the heavy rise and fall of Poe's bare chest beyond the glimmer of chain. Whatever they feed the boys on Yavin, it does a body good.
Still drunk.
He forces his eyes back to Poe's eyes, which are only darker, and deeper, with proximity. Bad move.
John's never felt more solidly between a rock, and a hard place. Semi-hard place. At least until he can breathe again without their chests touching.]
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Since Poe is standing close enough for John to smell the lingering scent of spearmint on his breath, which shouldn't be alluring, but is, under these very specific, and troubling, circumstances, it's easier to squeeze one hand between them and catch the washer on the tip of his index finger than it is to gesture.]
This.
[It's easy to forget how big Poe is. That he's a lot of man, which is something John respects, is envious of, and simultaneously aroused by, in varying degrees.
Right now, it's not enough respect, and way too much arousal. Especially given that Poe could put him through this door, as easily as lock it. John has technique, but at this proximity? The extra twenty-five pounds of muscle Poe has on him are what counts.
John's momentarily mesmerized by the heavy rise and fall of Poe's bare chest beyond the glimmer of chain. Whatever they feed the boys on Yavin, it does a body good.
Still drunk.
He forces his eyes back to Poe's eyes, which are only darker, and deeper, with proximity. Bad move.
John's never felt more solidly between a rock, and a hard place. Semi-hard place. At least until he can breathe again without their chests touching.]