[ Just for him. Poe feels a giddy little flip in his stomach.
Just for him.
He's scared. Breathing faster, even while he tries to keep himself steady. Poe focuses on John's breath across his palm, the soft kisses across hard skin.
Very softly, hating the quiet and the tremor in his voice, Poe whispers: ]
Is that what I am?
[ He could be. He could be that. He could try. He runs the chain of John's dog-tags between the fingers of his free hand. Poe swallows, nerves making him hum unpleasantly all over. ]
I've just-- [ It sounds pathetic even in his head. ] I'm used to just being. I'm just the fling.
[ It's a struggle, to try and get words around what he's feeling. ] I'm a good time, or a few.
[ I've never done this before, and it's terrifying.
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Date: 2018-03-01 07:42 am (UTC)Just for him.
He's scared. Breathing faster, even while he tries to keep himself steady. Poe focuses on John's breath across his palm, the soft kisses across hard skin.
Very softly, hating the quiet and the tremor in his voice, Poe whispers: ]
Is that what I am?
[ He could be. He could be that. He could try. He runs the chain of John's dog-tags between the fingers of his free hand. Poe swallows, nerves making him hum unpleasantly all over. ]
I've just-- [ It sounds pathetic even in his head. ] I'm used to just being. I'm just the fling.
[ It's a struggle, to try and get words around what he's feeling. ] I'm a good time, or a few.
[ I've never done this before, and it's terrifying.
Are you sure that's what you want? ]