160 for Stormpilot please
Pairing: Finn x Poe Dameron
Warnings: none, just a lot of flustered Finn™ and Rey being a cock block
A/N: *Its been 84 yearssss* So uh, yeah, here ya go. That thing you requested like two years ago…
Finn watched, entranced, as Rey swung her blue, crackling blade—one stroke then two until the training fell to the dirt. She’d gotten a lot better in the past few weeks under Leia’s instructions, but it wasn’t really her talent that caught his eye.
Well, that sounded bad. Of course he was proud of her. Obviously she was very talented. But every time Finn sat in on the training sessions, he couldn’t help but think about how the saber’s grip felt in his hands. The rush of adrenaline and excitement and something else that flowed through him when he came face to face with Kylo Ren. Sometimes his hands itched with the urge to feel it again, to hear the unmistakable sound of the blade arcing through the air in front of him.
He obviously wasn’t very subtle, as Rey snapped him back to reality just moments later with a light kick to his shin. Finn jumped and looked up at her sheepishly. She simply rolled her eyes and held out the lightsaber, grip first.
Finn glanced down at the weapon then back up at her, a grin threatening to slip his cheeks.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, fitting his hand into the familiar cool metal.
Rey shook her head, and sauntered off towards the mess tents. Meanwhile, Finn mimicked her previous position, the training droid flashing to life in front of him. It’d been a long time since he’d handled the lightsaber, so he started off with a few practice swings.
The blade sang as it rushed through the empty air, its familiar vibrations passing through his palms and up into his shoulders. Once Finn felt thoroughly reacquainted with the sensation, he locked onto the droid in front of him. With two quick steps he brought the saber above his head in a glowing arc, missing on the first swing but catching it from behind on the second.
The droid tumbled to the ground once again and he rolled his shoulders, prepared for another round when—
“Do you think you can teach me that?”
Finn spun around only to find Poe leaning gracefully against a tree, nodding towards the now deactivated saber in his hands.
“Oh, uh,” he stammered, glancing down at his feet, “you’d probably be better off asking Rey, I’m not that good.”
“Maybe, but I asked you,” Poe said, making his way over to the circle of bare earth.
He had that devious look on his face that made Finn’s face uncomfortably warm. The saber feels slick in his grip as Poe stands expectantly in front of him.
“Don’t blame me if you lose a finger then,” Finn muttered.
Poe winked and took the weapon, both hands gripping a little awkwardly as he tried to copy Finn’s stance. Without activating the blade, he made an experimental swing. Dark curls tickled Finn’s nose as he moved behind Poe, one foot tapping his legs into the proper position.
“You want your feet apart like this,” he said, not making eye contact as he circled Poe, adjusting as he went.
Poe straightened his back and let his shoulder relax, falling into a familiar pose while Finn glanced over him. The hot sun had brought beads of sweat onto his cheeks which fell and dropped off the dark stubble on his chin.
“Yeah,” Finn breathed out.
Poe looked glorious like this—a strong jedi knight with his hair blowing back in the slight breeze and face set in determined concentration. For never having held a saber, he was a quick learner.
“Here, you hold it like this.”
Finn stepped behind him and took Poe’s hands still strangely gripping the base, adjusting them so his thumb lay over the activation plate and his grip was stable. Together, they pressed down until the blue saber roared to life, illuminating them both with its mesmerizing glow.
A small gasp left Poe’s slightly parted lips as he felt the way the blade trembled and sparked. Finn could feel the way it resonated as Poe leaned back into his chest and gaped.
“Pretty cool, huh?” Finn asked quietly as they both stared at their joined hands on the hilt.
Poe turned his head a bit and grinned crookedly. Finn pretended not to notice the way his eyes flicked to his lips in favor of keeping the blade still. It was not an easy feat. The scent of exhaust and earth that perpetually clung to Poe was all around him, swirling in an intoxicating mix with the ozone crackle of the lightsaber.
Just as the silence was getting a bit too charged, their eye contact a bit too prolonged—
“Hope I’m not interrupting.”
Finn quickly shut off the saber and jumped away from Poe, nearly stumbling onto his ass if it weren’t for the pleasantly calloused hand on his arm. Rey looked on with raised brows and an amused smile, stealing back the deactivated weapon and clipping it to her belt.
“We were actually in the middle of a lesson,” Poe quipped back, as Finn steadied himself.
She narrowed her eyes, “A lesson in what?”
“Uh, proper stance and, um, hand…placement,” Finn mumbled, hand rubbing the back of his neck.
She did not sound convinced, but blessedly pushed no further. Poe chuckled deeply next to him and Finn dug an elbow into his ribs in revenge. He only laughed harder.
“Sorry,” he said, not sounding apologetic in the slightest, “I thought you were a great teacher.”
“Well, we didn’t exactly get very far,” Finn replied, kicking some dirt with his shoe.
“No,” Poe mused. “No we didn’t.”
He was looking at Finn with that same look from earlier. The devious smile, eyebrows furrowed just a bit and his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth for just a second. Finn swallowed, mouth suddenly very dry.
“We’ll have to pick up where we left off next time, huh buddy?” Poe said, strolling off towards the encampment leaving him to process the innuendo.
Finn sighed and held his head in his hands. He was gonna lose a lot more than a finger if this kept up.
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