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takes one to know one.
[ A noise that could qualify as a laugh. BB-8 swivels his dome to look up at Poe and makes an inquiring noise. ]
It's John, bud.
[ A SUDDEN EXCITED BEEPING and BB-8 broadcasts a flood of ones and zeroes over Poe's device.
Until Poe gets him to stop, anyway.]
bee says hi.
[ A noise that could qualify as a laugh. BB-8 swivels his dome to look up at Poe and makes an inquiring noise. ]
It's John, bud.
[ A SUDDEN EXCITED BEEPING and BB-8 broadcasts a flood of ones and zeroes over Poe's device.
Until Poe gets him to stop, anyway.]
bee says hi.
[BB-8 chirps and John smiles.
For a moment, he almost forgets Poe broke up with him. Everything feels like it used to.
Then, with a violent wrenching of his heart, he remembers.]
Hey B.
Take care of this idiot, would you?
I don't want to have to scrape him off the runway.
For a moment, he almost forgets Poe broke up with him. Everything feels like it used to.
Then, with a violent wrenching of his heart, he remembers.]
Hey B.
Take care of this idiot, would you?
I don't want to have to scrape him off the runway.
Poe. I need you by the shuttle in an hour. Drop everything, this is important.
[ And because he feels like he owes him an explanation, but doesn't really have the time for it— ]
John's in serious trouble. We need to go get him.
[ And because he feels like he owes him an explanation, but doesn't really have the time for it— ]
John's in serious trouble. We need to go get him.
[ Poe likes the feel of John's hand around his neck. He's done breathplay before. He likes it, though he rarely trusts people to do it.
He would trust John.
Poe pushes forward, pressing his own throat against the curve of John's hand so he can kiss the man. Taking that little liberty while still in John's control. ]
Where?
He would trust John.
Poe pushes forward, pressing his own throat against the curve of John's hand so he can kiss the man. Taking that little liberty while still in John's control. ]
Where?
[He strokes the side of Poe's throat with his thumb. He likes the way his adam's apple moves beneath his hand as he speaks. Masculine. Delicate. He squeezes gently as they kiss, fiercely claiming his lips.
He doesn't pull back before speaking. Poe will feel what he says more than he hears him.]
Right here.
He doesn't pull back before speaking. Poe will feel what he says more than he hears him.]
Right here.
[It's 2am, and John Sheppard is drunk. Not just a little drunk. A lot drunk.
John knocks on Poe's door. Too loud, probably. Someone looks out their window at him. He stays on the second doorstep, jacket pulled tight around himself over his PJs. A t shirt and flannel bottoms. Runners. He tried to sleep. He did.
He knocks one more time. Then he pukes in Poe's bushes. Turns out jack, pills, and anxiety aren't a great combo.]
John knocks on Poe's door. Too loud, probably. Someone looks out their window at him. He stays on the second doorstep, jacket pulled tight around himself over his PJs. A t shirt and flannel bottoms. Runners. He tried to sleep. He did.
He knocks one more time. Then he pukes in Poe's bushes. Turns out jack, pills, and anxiety aren't a great combo.]
[ BB-8 is the one who opens the door, before Poe ever gets there. He opens it just in time for the sounds of retching to carry into the apartment, and whistles alarm that brings Poe, half-dressed in pajama bottoms and no shirt, stumbling into the doorway.
And then he stares. John is here. After that last conversation, after everything Poe said, John is here.
He's here, and he's drunk off his ass, and even though there's a cruel moment where Poe just wants to close the door and go back to bed, he can't make himself do it.
Instead he steps out into the summery night and grips John's shoulders as he heaves into the bushes. ]
I got you.
And then he stares. John is here. After that last conversation, after everything Poe said, John is here.
He's here, and he's drunk off his ass, and even though there's a cruel moment where Poe just wants to close the door and go back to bed, he can't make himself do it.
Instead he steps out into the summery night and grips John's shoulders as he heaves into the bushes. ]
I got you.
[John empties the entire contents of his stomach into Poe's shrubbery. With any luck, someday he'll look back on this and laugh. If he doesn't die first.
He'd been doing so well. Better, anyway. Kind of. At the very least, he'd stopped sleeping around and getting trashed on a daily basis. Then Rodney left. Then Carson left. Now Elizabeth. They all went back without him.
It's just the way the portal works. John knows that.
He wipes his mouth on the back of his sleeve, and if it weren't for Poe holding him steady he'd probably fall forward into his own mess.
Finally, because Poe deserves some explanation. Or maybe it's just to give himself a reason for being here, other than wanting to see Poe's face.]
Everyone's gone.
He'd been doing so well. Better, anyway. Kind of. At the very least, he'd stopped sleeping around and getting trashed on a daily basis. Then Rodney left. Then Carson left. Now Elizabeth. They all went back without him.
It's just the way the portal works. John knows that.
He wipes his mouth on the back of his sleeve, and if it weren't for Poe holding him steady he'd probably fall forward into his own mess.
Finally, because Poe deserves some explanation. Or maybe it's just to give himself a reason for being here, other than wanting to see Poe's face.]
Everyone's gone.
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