Chubby!Poe for @photonromance
Poe had never been self conscious about his body. Not as a rolly-poly baby, of course, nor a stubby-legged little toddler.
When he learned to fly, his fingers were little sausages and his face was round.
Adulthood had spread the softness a little, but hadn't eliminated it. He liked flying, he liked good food, he liked enjoying whatever life the universe saw foit to let him have. So he ate well, did what he enjoyed, and flew whenever he could.
Even naked, he wasn't bothered by his excess. He could reach what he needed to, and he liked being cuddly. His lovers seemed to like it, too.
It wasn't until Finn that he wondered if he should do something.
The man kept staring at him. Always when he thought Poe wasn't looking. They'd be lying on the warm grass after flight lessons, Poe's shirt stripped off, arms out at his sides. His tummy and love handles bulging a bit above his waistband. And Finn's gaze like a touch, but one he wasn't sure what it meant.
When they began to explore being more than friends, Poe tried to put it out of his mind. It obviously didn't bother Finn *that* much or Poe would never find himself pressed against a wall with Finn's much more solid frame as they kissed.
But he kept staring. Finally, after a picnic taken a short flight away from the base, Poe had had enough. "Does it bother you that much, Finn?" he couldn't keep the hurt from his voice.
Finn blinked, looking startled. He caught up quickly, though - didn't he always? "It doesn't bother me ... at all," he breathed. "I like it. I keep worrying it'll go away," and Poe could swear he saw Finn blush. “The first Order is all about hardness, no room for anything soft, even pillows.”
"The way you keep staring, I thought you had a problem with it," Poe said with a chuckle, relaxing back onto the blanket, taking a deep breath and letting it out sharply, feeling the slight jiggle. And that's when he saw it. *really* saw it. The spark in Finn's eyes.
Usually when Finn got that look, Poe was in for some serious kissing. Reaching over, Poe took Finn's hand and pressed it to the center of his belly, letting the broad, callused fingers sink into his flesh.
By the time they climbed back into the x-wing, hours later, Poe had absolutely no doubt in his mind what Finn's opinion on his body was. He also had plans to double up on dessert more often.
