[John's painfully embarrassed, cringing at himself, but then Poe has such a laugh. How has John never noticed? Thinking back on all the time they've spent together, in the hangar, cockpit, around town, Poe doesn't really laugh that often, and it's a damn crime. John will make Poe laugh each and every day, if it means he gets to hear it.
Poe's laughter is sweet on his lips, John inhales it deep into his lungs. Stores it inside of himself for later, for an emergency. When oxygen isn't enough of a reason to keep breathing.
John should never have let Poe in. He screwed up. Big time.
Because he was fine without this, before. At least that's what he told himself. Now he's desperate for the next kiss, desperate for the next shared breath, desperate for this man to touch him, to want him, to be inside of him.
John shudders, because Poe knows him, somehow. Knows what he wants, even though John doesn't know how to ask. Is afraid to. He'll take it from Poe, and he'll like it too damn much. More than he should.
Forehead to forehead, his nose brushes against Poe's nose, and he thinks back to the Pegasus Galaxy. It's a taste of home. Right here, right now, is the first time he hasn't missed it.]
Okay.
[In the end, his submission comes down to a single word.]
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[John's painfully embarrassed, cringing at himself, but then Poe has such a laugh. How has John never noticed? Thinking back on all the time they've spent together, in the hangar, cockpit, around town, Poe doesn't really laugh that often, and it's a damn crime. John will make Poe laugh each and every day, if it means he gets to hear it.
Poe's laughter is sweet on his lips, John inhales it deep into his lungs. Stores it inside of himself for later, for an emergency. When oxygen isn't enough of a reason to keep breathing.
John should never have let Poe in. He screwed up. Big time.
Because he was fine without this, before. At least that's what he told himself. Now he's desperate for the next kiss, desperate for the next shared breath, desperate for this man to touch him, to want him, to be inside of him.
John shudders, because Poe knows him, somehow. Knows what he wants, even though John doesn't know how to ask. Is afraid to. He'll take it from Poe, and he'll like it too damn much. More than he should.
Forehead to forehead, his nose brushes against Poe's nose, and he thinks back to the Pegasus Galaxy. It's a taste of home. Right here, right now, is the first time he hasn't missed it.]
Okay.
[In the end, his submission comes down to a single word.]