[ Has anyone ever called him sweet? Anyone who wasn't somehow brushing him off, anyone who meant it as a good thing? ]
No--
[ Poe makes a startled noise somewhere along the lines of gack, attempting at first to shield himself, instinctive self-defense. Then he lets it happen, rolling over so he's on his back, bare-chested, the chain through his mother's ring trailing down one side of his neck. He never takes that off, a parallel to John's dog tags, his reasons both different and the same.
This time when John descends with a kiss, Poe meets him, kissing him back fiercely. His words are far shyer. ]
[They shyness is what kills him. Poe's soft underbelly exposed. John lays against him, wanting to shield this softness from the world. He strokes back his hair from his face, openly admiring. His eyes trace the lines of Poe's brow, nose, lips, and jaw. Burning it into his mind. Something beautiful to think about when life is ugly.
Chest to chest, John can feel Poe's heartbeat and warmth like they're his own. No wonder he fell asleep. He's never wanted to move less.]
I wasn't sure, for a while... If you liked me back.
[Now it's John's turn to be shy, his eyes dropping away with a slight shrug.]
My radar's kinda broken. All I see are the bad guys.
[ At first it was because of Karen, because of an unspoken loyalty there, the feeling that he couldn't care that much about the two of them without feeling like he was lying to the other somehow. Then that fight. Those broken ties. Poe realizing that no matter how much he cared about her she would never understand him putting the fight first.
He always has to put the fight first.
Poe isn't looking at John either. Not at his face, anyway. He's preoccupied by the chain of John's tags, sliding his fingers underneath it and tracing his nails lightly along John's skin. It feels good, to be weighed down underneath John, even if the man is slender for someone his height.
Poe closes his eyes and runs his fingertips down John's arms. ]
[The question slips out before he can stop himself, soft, and tentative. He knows he shouldn't ask. Poe has his reasons, and John can imagine a few of them.
John's body is covered in scars, but the worst of his wounds have always been on the inside. Invisible to the eye. Looking down at Poe, at his kind, strong face, and his sad, bottomless eyes, John knows those same wounds are there.]
Don't worry about it. I know now.
[A pause, tender as he brushes a dark curl back from Poe's forehead.]
[ Poe is glad John says not to worry about it. There's a moment, just a moment of pure panic at the thought of exposing himself more than he already has. At tangling with his own lies and reasons for them so abruptly. There's no way John can miss it: the way Poe tenses at the question, the way he relaxes when John brushes his hair back and says Thanks for telling me.
[John gives one of Poe's curls a playful tug, still smiling. He doesn't want Poe to stress. Doesn't want him to feel anything but good right now, because he deserves to relax, and to feel good. Both men have their issues, and they've sure as hell came up against them in the past few weeks, but right now? Everything feels right.]
I trust you. You saved my ass, remember? When I made an idiot out of myself on that cliff. I'd just walked through the portal, and directly into the fight. Didn't know what the hell I was doing. I thought maybe if I died, I'd just wake up back in Atlantis.
[He lays his head against Poe's chest, skin warming skin. The steady thump of Poe's heartbeat is its own kind of music.]
There's just something about you. Different. Maybe because you're from another world, or maybe because you're you. Who the hell knows. Guess I've got a thing for people from other galaxies.
[A low chuckle, his eyelashes dusting against Poe's skin, fingers still teasing through his hair. Twisting and coiling.]
That night? the first time, we didn't use any protection and I was okay with it. Never have been before.
[ Poe smiles when John pulls his hair, then runs his own fingers through John's as the man lies down with his cheek against Poe's chest. ] I still keep...
[ A pause. He keeps wondering, off and on, in quiet (dark) moments, what if everyone here is dead.
Easier, safer, to move on from the thought, particularly when he doesn't want to spoil this. The rough of John's cheek against his bare skin, the honesty that makes Poe feel strange and shy all over again.]
I'm just me. I'm the same as anybody else.
[ He looks down at the top of John's head, and shifts to wrap one leg over John to keep him close. ]
You're not the same. No person is the same as anybody else. Kinda like stars.
[John hums when Poe touches his hair. He likes the contact. Any and all of it. He can't get enough of Poe's skin and touch. Can't get enough of his smell, either. Or his voice.
He arches his neck to look up at Poe, his brow furrowed. Then away with a quick press and lick of his lips. It's a habit.
John's not used to speaking this openly or honestly either. He doesn't talk much about himself, or anything personal, if he can help it. The less people know about him the better.
So they can't judge him. Reject him. Hurt him.]
I don't know. Most guys like it better. Want it. I, uh, wasn't sure if you did, but it felt right.
[He can feel his chest tightening. The initial surge of panic that comes with vulnerability. The hot rush of embarrassment, too.
Because he's an idiot with stupid hang-ups, and Poe probably didn't care, and hadn't noticed. Why should he? Poe doesn't have a map of all of John's many walls.]
[ Poe gives a breathy little laugh and leans up enough to kiss John on the mouth. ] I like being inside you even more.
[ Another lingering kiss, one between each statement. ] I like it when you shake. I like it when you shiver. I like it when I have to hold you up and I like the sounds you make.
[ He trails one hand down from John’s shoulder to his hand. ] I would tell you if I wanted something different.
[John's eyes widen, his face flushing all the way up into his ears.
He laughs into Poe's first kiss, shyly, awkwardly, then melts into the rest. John doesn't know how to respond, or even react. No one's said anything like this to him before. Not outside of dirty talk during sex, words quickly spilled and forgotten, meaningless outside the heat of the moment.]
Don't say stuff like that-
[(You're going to make me fall in love with you.)]
You're gonna make me want it right now.
[He grabs Poe's hand with his hand, bringing it to his mouth, kissing over every scarred knuckle and mechanic thickened joint. This he can do. Actions are easier than words.]
[ It's teasing, lazy and languid, because if he's being honest Poe doesn't feel like sex right now. He feels like this. The two of them sprawled in bed, John kissing his way over a fresh bruise between his knuckles with origins Poe can't guess.
He draws his hand up enough that John is forced to look at him if he wants to keep kissing Poe. ]
[He looks up at Poe, at his dark eyes and eyelashes, knowing he can't hide from him when they're like this. Not without ruining the moment.
John doesn't want to ruin it.
He turns over Poe's hand, kisses his callused palm, breath fanning warm between his fingers. Stays looking at him, even though it's hard. Even though he wants to run, and hide, but he can't without leaving the bed. Without leaving him.
He doesn't want to do that, either.
Why is it John can look death in the eye without flinching, but not love?
John flinches, but he still looks. Trying to be brave.]
Better than I have in years. I think I needed this. Someone... just for me.
[ 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.
I thought I was just the fling. That's what I'm used to being, too. Even told myself I liked it, for a while.
[The truth is, John's not very good at casual. He acts it, and people buy it, but at his core? He's a man who commits. Hard.
Falling in love has always been too easy for him. He fell in love with Atlantis, and his newfound friends and family, almost right away. He would do anything for them, and has. Killed. Lied. Stolen. Anything.
John knows, watching Poe as he struggles to speak, his voice soft and uncertain, that he would do anything for him, too.
He kisses Poe's inner wrist, over his pulse, with all the tenderness of the love he feels, but doesn't know how to say.
It scares him that he wants to say it.
Don't go off the deep-end, John. Don't scare him away. Don't fuck this up. Don't get greedy.
Remember your mission.
He only half-listens to the voice that's been keeping him sane the past few years, through all the loss, and the pain. Cautious, and always anticipating the worst.]
[ A direct order. A given rank, of sorts. Poe exhales a laugh, feeling something in him slot comfortably in to this new set of parameters. ( John's hands on his shoulders, his commands in Poe's ears, that first moment when he let himself feel something more than simple attraction. )
( There, too, perhaps, the first crack in his relationship with Karen, John's actions more than simple understanding--also a demand, openness mirroring openness. )
( And there it is, the guilt, the guilt over feeling good when he left her feeling broken. )
Deal with it, Poe thinks. He did what he did. He said what he said. He's still angry, too, angry that she would call him cruel for not being able to love her when he'd just told her how many of his own had died. It's the anger that frees him for the moment from the guilt.
Deal with it. ]
I think I can do that.
[ He's still tentative.
But that kiss on his wrist is enough to make Poe want to curl up and take a nap, pressed against John, trusting for once that the world will still be in one piece when he wakes up. He laces his fingers between John's, both hands, drawing them up to his mouth so he can kiss the knuckles of one of John's hands, then the other.
[Poe kisses John's hands. His heart throbs painfully in his chest. He forgets to breathe until Poe's lips have graced every battered knuckle.
John wants this. He wants it so bad. When was the last time he's taken something for himself? He can't remember. He's been too busy to want. Too desperate to want. Too tired. Too dirty. Too afraid.]
Hey, do you mind if I leave some stuff here? I mean, I keep sleeping over, and...
[John smiles again, more with his eyes than his mouth. Squeezes Poe's hands with his hands.
It takes courage to be a test-pilot. This is just another experimental flight. Maybe it'll take, and maybe it won't, but for now? He's going to enjoy the flight.]
We'll be seeing more of each other, right? Cause I can't stop thinking about you.
Poe has never done this part at all. In the Academy there was never a reason or a way to leave stuff in each other's places unless it was underwear by accident when trying to escape the notice of a cadet sergeant. For a second he's nothing but alarm bells and panic, unable to speak, but John is right. He keeps sleeping over. They will be seeing more of each other.
Poe licks his lips, bites the lower, and nods slowly. Almost breathlessly: ] Okay.
[ Then, stronger: ] Yeah. That's a good idea.
[ He hides his face against John's hands. ] I've been thinking about you too.
[John's breathless too. It's a lot. More than he should allow himself to have. They both have their own battles, their own families, friends, and homes, in their own respective galaxies.
Sooner or later, they'll have to say goodbye. John's not thinking about it right now, he has that reality pushed to the farthest corner of his brain, but the thought is always there, lurking beneath the surface.
Teyla told him he should be happy, that he was allowed to love, and be loved. Even if what they have isn't forever, and they're only together for as long as this place allows, it's something. Maybe enough to get him through the next few years, or the rest of his life, being alone.
John's probably making up reasons to be with Poe, and to stay with him, but he wants this too bad not to. A place to leave his toothbrush, the companionship and bed of another human being, and brown eyes that melt something in him he'd long thought was cold and dead. That's all John's asking for. Even if he doesn't deserve it.
I've been thinking about you too.
He cups Poe's face with his hands, leans in, and kisses him on the lips.]
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Date: 2018-02-28 02:57 am (UTC)No--
[ Poe makes a startled noise somewhere along the lines of gack, attempting at first to shield himself, instinctive self-defense. Then he lets it happen, rolling over so he's on his back, bare-chested, the chain through his mother's ring trailing down one side of his neck. He never takes that off, a parallel to John's dog tags, his reasons both different and the same.
This time when John descends with a kiss, Poe meets him, kissing him back fiercely. His words are far shyer. ]
I like you too.
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Date: 2018-02-28 06:37 am (UTC)[They shyness is what kills him. Poe's soft underbelly exposed. John lays against him, wanting to shield this softness from the world. He strokes back his hair from his face, openly admiring. His eyes trace the lines of Poe's brow, nose, lips, and jaw. Burning it into his mind. Something beautiful to think about when life is ugly.
Chest to chest, John can feel Poe's heartbeat and warmth like they're his own. No wonder he fell asleep. He's never wanted to move less.]
I wasn't sure, for a while... If you liked me back.
[Now it's John's turn to be shy, his eyes dropping away with a slight shrug.]
My radar's kinda broken. All I see are the bad guys.
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Date: 2018-02-28 06:51 am (UTC)[ At first it was because of Karen, because of an unspoken loyalty there, the feeling that he couldn't care that much about the two of them without feeling like he was lying to the other somehow. Then that fight. Those broken ties. Poe realizing that no matter how much he cared about her she would never understand him putting the fight first.
He always has to put the fight first.
Poe isn't looking at John either. Not at his face, anyway. He's preoccupied by the chain of John's tags, sliding his fingers underneath it and tracing his nails lightly along John's skin. It feels good, to be weighed down underneath John, even if the man is slender for someone his height.
Poe closes his eyes and runs his fingertips down John's arms. ]
I pretended not to.
[ Even with himself. ]
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Date: 2018-02-28 07:05 am (UTC)[The question slips out before he can stop himself, soft, and tentative. He knows he shouldn't ask. Poe has his reasons, and John can imagine a few of them.
John's body is covered in scars, but the worst of his wounds have always been on the inside. Invisible to the eye. Looking down at Poe, at his kind, strong face, and his sad, bottomless eyes, John knows those same wounds are there.]
Don't worry about it. I know now.
[A pause, tender as he brushes a dark curl back from Poe's forehead.]
Thanks for telling me.
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Date: 2018-02-28 07:59 pm (UTC)He likes it when John plays with his hair. ]
I'm sorry I didn't before.
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Date: 2018-02-28 09:59 pm (UTC)[John gives one of Poe's curls a playful tug, still smiling. He doesn't want Poe to stress. Doesn't want him to feel anything but good right now, because he deserves to relax, and to feel good. Both men have their issues, and they've sure as hell came up against them in the past few weeks, but right now? Everything feels right.]
I trust you. You saved my ass, remember? When I made an idiot out of myself on that cliff. I'd just walked through the portal, and directly into the fight. Didn't know what the hell I was doing. I thought maybe if I died, I'd just wake up back in Atlantis.
[He lays his head against Poe's chest, skin warming skin. The steady thump of Poe's heartbeat is its own kind of music.]
There's just something about you. Different. Maybe because you're from another world, or maybe because you're you. Who the hell knows. Guess I've got a thing for people from other galaxies.
[A low chuckle, his eyelashes dusting against Poe's skin, fingers still teasing through his hair. Twisting and coiling.]
That night? the first time, we didn't use any protection and I was okay with it. Never have been before.
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Date: 2018-03-01 01:40 am (UTC)[ A pause. He keeps wondering, off and on, in quiet (dark) moments, what if everyone here is dead.
Easier, safer, to move on from the thought, particularly when he doesn't want to spoil this. The rough of John's cheek against his bare skin, the honesty that makes Poe feel strange and shy all over again.]
I'm just me. I'm the same as anybody else.
[ He looks down at the top of John's head, and shifts to wrap one leg over John to keep him close. ]
Is that a good thing?
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Date: 2018-03-01 01:59 am (UTC)[John hums when Poe touches his hair. He likes the contact. Any and all of it. He can't get enough of Poe's skin and touch. Can't get enough of his smell, either. Or his voice.
He arches his neck to look up at Poe, his brow furrowed. Then away with a quick press and lick of his lips. It's a habit.
John's not used to speaking this openly or honestly either. He doesn't talk much about himself, or anything personal, if he can help it. The less people know about him the better.
So they can't judge him. Reject him. Hurt him.]
I don't know. Most guys like it better. Want it. I, uh, wasn't sure if you did, but it felt right.
[He can feel his chest tightening. The initial surge of panic that comes with vulnerability. The hot rush of embarrassment, too.
Because he's an idiot with stupid hang-ups, and Poe probably didn't care, and hadn't noticed. Why should he? Poe doesn't have a map of all of John's many walls.]
Yeah, anyway... This is nice.
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Date: 2018-03-01 02:19 am (UTC)[ He runs his hand through John’s hair to toy with the little hairs at the base of his scalp. ] But if it was good, I’m glad.
[ Poe runs the toes of one foot along John’s leg, hesitating a moment. ] I like having you inside me.
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Date: 2018-03-01 02:30 am (UTC)[Suddenly, John is unsure.
John hates how weak his voice sounds to his own ears, even as he loves how gently Poe kisses him. How caring he is.
He shifts to look up at Poe, rising into his elbows on Poe's chest, careful not to dig in his elbows. He knows they're pointy.]
I like being inside you.
Is that what you want? I could do that more. You don't have to fuck me. If you're tired of it, just say the word-
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Date: 2018-03-01 02:37 am (UTC)[ Another lingering kiss, one between each statement. ] I like it when you shake. I like it when you shiver. I like it when I have to hold you up and I like the sounds you make.
[ He trails one hand down from John’s shoulder to his hand. ] I would tell you if I wanted something different.
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Date: 2018-03-01 04:03 am (UTC)He laughs into Poe's first kiss, shyly, awkwardly, then melts into the rest. John doesn't know how to respond, or even react. No one's said anything like this to him before. Not outside of dirty talk during sex, words quickly spilled and forgotten, meaningless outside the heat of the moment.]
Don't say stuff like that-
[(You're going to make me fall in love with you.)]
You're gonna make me want it right now.
[He grabs Poe's hand with his hand, bringing it to his mouth, kissing over every scarred knuckle and mechanic thickened joint. This he can do. Actions are easier than words.]
I'd do anything you want, you know that, right?
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Date: 2018-03-01 05:24 am (UTC)[ It's teasing, lazy and languid, because if he's being honest Poe doesn't feel like sex right now. He feels like this. The two of them sprawled in bed, John kissing his way over a fresh bruise between his knuckles with origins Poe can't guess.
He draws his hand up enough that John is forced to look at him if he wants to keep kissing Poe. ]
I want you to feel good. That's what I want.
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Date: 2018-03-01 05:46 am (UTC)[He looks up at Poe, at his dark eyes and eyelashes, knowing he can't hide from him when they're like this. Not without ruining the moment.
John doesn't want to ruin it.
He turns over Poe's hand, kisses his callused palm, breath fanning warm between his fingers. Stays looking at him, even though it's hard. Even though he wants to run, and hide, but he can't without leaving the bed. Without leaving him.
He doesn't want to do that, either.
Why is it John can look death in the eye without flinching, but not love?
John flinches, but he still looks. Trying to be brave.]
Better than I have in years. I think I needed this. Someone... just for me.
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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? ]
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Date: 2018-03-01 03:47 pm (UTC)[The truth is, John's not very good at casual. He acts it, and people buy it, but at his core? He's a man who commits. Hard.
Falling in love has always been too easy for him. He fell in love with Atlantis, and his newfound friends and family, almost right away. He would do anything for them, and has. Killed. Lied. Stolen. Anything.
John knows, watching Poe as he struggles to speak, his voice soft and uncertain, that he would do anything for him, too.
He kisses Poe's inner wrist, over his pulse, with all the tenderness of the love he feels, but doesn't know how to say.
It scares him that he wants to say it.
Don't go off the deep-end, John. Don't scare him away. Don't fuck this up. Don't get greedy.
Remember your mission.
He only half-listens to the voice that's been keeping him sane the past few years, through all the loss, and the pain. Cautious, and always anticipating the worst.]
You're mine. That's what you are. Deal with it.
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Date: 2018-03-01 08:03 pm (UTC)( There, too, perhaps, the first crack in his relationship with Karen, John's actions more than simple understanding--also a demand, openness mirroring openness. )
( And there it is, the guilt, the guilt over feeling good when he left her feeling broken. )
Deal with it, Poe thinks. He did what he did. He said what he said. He's still angry, too, angry that she would call him cruel for not being able to love her when he'd just told her how many of his own had died. It's the anger that frees him for the moment from the guilt.
Deal with it. ]
I think I can do that.
[ He's still tentative.
But that kiss on his wrist is enough to make Poe want to curl up and take a nap, pressed against John, trusting for once that the world will still be in one piece when he wakes up. He laces his fingers between John's, both hands, drawing them up to his mouth so he can kiss the knuckles of one of John's hands, then the other.
Don't fuck this up. ]
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Date: 2018-03-02 02:22 am (UTC)John wants this. He wants it so bad. When was the last time he's taken something for himself? He can't remember. He's been too busy to want. Too desperate to want. Too tired. Too dirty. Too afraid.]
Hey, do you mind if I leave some stuff here? I mean, I keep sleeping over, and...
[John smiles again, more with his eyes than his mouth. Squeezes Poe's hands with his hands.
It takes courage to be a test-pilot. This is just another experimental flight. Maybe it'll take, and maybe it won't, but for now? He's going to enjoy the flight.]
We'll be seeing more of each other, right? Cause I can't stop thinking about you.
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Date: 2018-03-04 12:33 am (UTC)Poe has never done this part at all. In the Academy there was never a reason or a way to leave stuff in each other's places unless it was underwear by accident when trying to escape the notice of a cadet sergeant. For a second he's nothing but alarm bells and panic, unable to speak, but John is right. He keeps sleeping over. They will be seeing more of each other.
Poe licks his lips, bites the lower, and nods slowly. Almost breathlessly: ] Okay.
[ Then, stronger: ] Yeah. That's a good idea.
[ He hides his face against John's hands. ] I've been thinking about you too.
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Date: 2018-03-04 01:47 am (UTC)[John's breathless too. It's a lot. More than he should allow himself to have. They both have their own battles, their own families, friends, and homes, in their own respective galaxies.
Sooner or later, they'll have to say goodbye. John's not thinking about it right now, he has that reality pushed to the farthest corner of his brain, but the thought is always there, lurking beneath the surface.
Teyla told him he should be happy, that he was allowed to love, and be loved. Even if what they have isn't forever, and they're only together for as long as this place allows, it's something. Maybe enough to get him through the next few years, or the rest of his life, being alone.
John's probably making up reasons to be with Poe, and to stay with him, but he wants this too bad not to. A place to leave his toothbrush, the companionship and bed of another human being, and brown eyes that melt something in him he'd long thought was cold and dead. That's all John's asking for. Even if he doesn't deserve it.
I've been thinking about you too.
He cups Poe's face with his hands, leans in, and kisses him on the lips.]
Thank you.