[A smirk that trembles if Poe looks at it for too long. John's last ditch attempt at resistance, if only to keep up appearances. To try and maintain some semblance of control, even if they both know it's pointless. Poe threw him off his game when he showed up unexpected.
When he wanted John, like John wants him.
John's fingers curl into fists, digging crescents into his palms. When Poe goes for his fly, he has to remind himself to keep breathing.
He wants to sink his fingers into Poe's hair, and pull him up for a kiss. Turn the tables somehow. It's been years since John's been so out of his element, been anything but a man who knows what he wants, when he wants it, and how to get it. He's had to be that man. Sometimes smiling, sometimes shooting, but always in control.
It scares John to let go. He doesn't know what will happen when he does, what he could do- or what could be done to him.
He's breathing too hard, too fast, but he can't stop himself. Just standing still is taking all his limited concentration, and sweat is already trickling down the hollow of his spine to pool in the shallow dip at the small of his back.]
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Date: 2018-01-18 02:26 am (UTC)[A smirk that trembles if Poe looks at it for too long. John's last ditch attempt at resistance, if only to keep up appearances. To try and maintain some semblance of control, even if they both know it's pointless. Poe threw him off his game when he showed up unexpected.
When he wanted John, like John wants him.
John's fingers curl into fists, digging crescents into his palms. When Poe goes for his fly, he has to remind himself to keep breathing.
He wants to sink his fingers into Poe's hair, and pull him up for a kiss. Turn the tables somehow. It's been years since John's been so out of his element, been anything but a man who knows what he wants, when he wants it, and how to get it. He's had to be that man. Sometimes smiling, sometimes shooting, but always in control.
It scares John to let go. He doesn't know what will happen when he does, what he could do- or what could be done to him.
He's breathing too hard, too fast, but he can't stop himself. Just standing still is taking all his limited concentration, and sweat is already trickling down the hollow of his spine to pool in the shallow dip at the small of his back.]
Is this any way to treat your commanding officer?