Finn awoke with a start, drenched in sweat. As he sat up quickly, he felt a sharp sting along the left side of his neck. He groaned and instinctively raised his hand to the source of the pain.

Finding bandages along the edge of his neck and collarbone, he paused for a moment, and took in his surroundings. He was on a Rebel base, alone in a medical tent. Feeling heat and seeing the ray of light shining through the opening in the tent, he guessed it was about midday.

He was sitting half-upright in one of the Alliance's few remaining infirmary beds. At this point, he thought to himself, such beds might be wasting space.

Palpatine's brief return had been thwarted nearly three years prior, and no traces of the Sith remained in this sector. Finn could hear faint voices outside, clearly far from his tent. The base was, after all, probably operating with minimum personnel. Finn was all but certain that only a radar technician and a handful of troops remained.

The last Finn recalled, he had been visiting a river-laden planet, one that was ironically close to Tatooine. He'd gotten a recommendation to try one of the diving spots that had been built as part of a growing tourism campaign for the region. Of course, he chastised himself, he had been foolish enough to try one of the cliff dives with no one else present. Hence, a

Looking around, slowly, and without moving his neck, he was surprised to find no trace of surgical equipment or monitors. He let out a brief sigh of relief. He took some comfort in knowing the injury likely wasn't serious, given the lack of serious medical equipment around.

Still, he figured, a neck injury was never a picnic.

Finn took a moment to get his bearings, aware of the dull, throbbing pain he felt. He gently turned his head to the left, in the direction of the injury. It stung, sharp but not quite debilitating.

He stretched for a moment, rolling his head from one side to the next with careful precision. As he resolved to get up, he looked down at his legs and realized that he'd been crammed into one of the base's limited patient uniforms. It was a simple silk hospital gown, with nothing underneath. The material was tight along his muscles, but soft, grazing his skin lightly as he moved.

He quickly realized he had a bigger problem than his wardrobe. Through looking and feeling, he noticed he had a slight case of morning wood. It was far from the throbbing, near paralyzing type. His member was nowhere near as erect as it COULD be, and it seemed to be one he could will away without much attention. His cock, at perhaps a touch more than half-mast, tented in his gown.

Finn paused, suddenly aware of how the material felt along every inch of his skin. The gown was not quite sticking to his form, though he knew a few more minutes of this heat could cause just that, if he didn't get up and start moving. Yes, he thought, time to get a move on. He tried to steer his mind to less sultry corners.

But the soft fabric of the gown, grazing him, had other ideas. As Finn shifted slightly, the silk rubbed against his nipples. He shivered and gasped very slightly. Fuck, that felt good.

Holding his breath and staying deathly still for a moment, Finn listened out for any footsteps or voices. The noises he could make out still seemed quite far away. Feeling a deep burn of pleasure building low in his body, Finn smiled to himself and eased himself back into the bed. He shuddered as the silky gown teased his nipples again, and promptly realized that a similar teasing had begun along his hardening cock.

As Finn's member swelled, he found his mind wandering to the same sea of memories it usually visited when he had this sort of moment to himself. He mentally flipped through some of his most enduring encounters.

The quick indiscretion with Lieutenant Connix in the cantina supply closet, just weeks before, during which she'd begged him to take her. He'd held his hand over her mouth to muffle her moans as the two stood mostly-upright, Finn penetrating her from behind.

The hungry, downright ravenous pounding he'd given Jannah the night Palpatine was defeated. How she'd greedily licked and sucked at his length, commenting repeatedly that it was the biggest she'd ever seen. She'd whimpered with pleasure each time he thrust. She'd raked her nails across his back and rolled her hips into each motion, intent on fully enjoying his broad, strong cock. At the time, it had been the hardest he could recall cumming, full stop.

There was, of course, the encounter he'd had with Poe during a two-man recon mission on Hoth.

Following a few drinks and some deliberation about how to stay warm, they'd decided to huddle together in a single sleeping bag. Poe had made some crack about how the tight arrangements felt like those of an old married couple. The two men had laughed together, then shared a quick kiss, initially as a joke. Then came another, slightly slower kiss. Then another. Finn still found himself occasionally thirsting for the burning sensation he'd felt in his core as their mouths had opened and their tongues began to explore one another's mouths.

One thing had led to another and they found themselves groping one another's swelling cocks, then tearing away their sleeping bag and pulling off their shirts, throwing each to the cave floor. Soon, Finn and Poe were panting and writhing in pleasure as they lusted for one another's bodies. Poe had kissed along Finn's chest, traveling down to his friend's chest and pulling away his pants. Of course, he, like Jannah, was impressed with the sheer size of Finn's member. After a sloppy, yet passionate blowjob, Poe had decided he needed Finn's cock inside him. They'd been lucky to have emergency "personal intimate care products" in their supplies, allowing Finn to slide into his friend with ease.

Bent over, moaning loudly and with no semblance of shame or self-censorship, Poe had groaned, "Oooohhh, fuck. Take my ass, babyyyy. Fucking take my ass. Oh, Godddddddd."

He had soon reached around to feel Finn's thick, well-muscled ass with every thrust.

"Fuck," Poe moaned, "That's a nice ass."

Finn, reaching around to feel Poe's long cock throb as he pounded the other man's slick, tight hole, fired back.

"That's a nice cock."

Lying in the infirmary bed, Finn moaned very slightly under his breath, feeling his erection build toward its full eight inches. Careful of his bandages, he slid the gown up his sweaty body and over his head, then tossed it beside the bed. He noted that his normal clothes and his bag sat along the floor just beside his bed, too, and made a mental note of this. A quick, slight twinge of pain shot along his neck as he resettled himself, but it passed quickly.

Good, he thought, I've got business to take care of here and I may not have very long.

It wasn't terribly often that Finn was able to just lie back and take care of himself like this, and he had developed a very direct routine to it all. He slid his left hand up his chest, sweating a good bit more than he had been moments ago. He gently felt along his own abs, panting faintly at his own touch. Then, he grazed the edge of his left nipple, feeling it harden.

Finn's heart fluttered as he began to roll his own nipple between his thumb and index finger. He found himself half-involuntarily raising his hips slightly, his impressively thick, fully erect cock begging for release. Tweaking his nipple and panting to himself, he brought his right hand to his mouth and gently spit into it, preparing to lubricate himself, given the lack of suitable alternatives in the tent.

He allowed his hand to travel downward and stifled a moan as he pinched a particularly sensitive, yet deceivingly tiny nerve ending along his left nipple. He twitched and leaned his head slightly, keeping pressure and tension away from his injury.

Finn slowly lubricated himself, savoring the sensation of the slight breeze grazing his body and teasing his member.

Feeling himself begin to throb, he breathed, "Oh, fuck. Oh, God. Fuck."

Finn took hold of his cock, feeling precum leak from his slit and dribble along his saliva-soaked length. He dragged his index finger briefly along the head of his cock, teasing the oozing tip. Careful to keep his left arm bent in such a way that his neck wouldn't complain too much, he grunted affirmatively to himself.

His cock was throbbing so hard as he began stroking that he worried he would erupt then and there. Sure, he was in a rush, but he didn't want to finish that quickly...did he?

Holding his own thick shaft, Finn slowly stroked up and down, tightening his grip ever so slightly with each upward motion. Sweat had begun to drip down his body, soaking the sheets of his infirmary bed. He continued to tease his nipple, moaning softly as his legs twisted with pleasure. His right hand was slick with his own fluids as he began to accelerate his strokes.

Just a little bit faster, he thought to himself. His strokes sped up and his grip tightened. He could feel the head of his cock leak and throb furiously as he jerked.

His mind wandered back to that night with Poe.

As he'd gripped the other man's waist, thrusting furiously and crying out in near-ecstasy, he and Poe had decided to switch positions before either one came. Poe had groaned and shuddered in pleasure as Finn had slid his massive member out of the shorter man's ass.

After a quick, lubed-up fingering session, Finn had slid himself down onto Poe's cock. Their eyes had remained locked as Finn rode him, practically face-to-face. Despite the bitter winds blowing outside, they had each felt and emitted such heat. A low, hungry burning from deep inside had kept the men not only warm, but nearly steaming.

As Poe fucked Finn's ass, the two mutually thrusted and moaned, their sounds of pleasure echoing from the warm, nearly steaming interior of the cave, out into the empty, icy landscape.

Fuck, thought Finn, moving slightly to keep from tightening his neck, I'm gonna cum.

He sped up his strokes, desperate to relieve the tension building in his manhood. He tweaked his dark, hardened nipple and pumped his powerful cock furiously, moaning perhaps a bit too loudly now. He found himself practically praying that this base was as close to empty as most others, because he wasn't so sure he could stop right now if he wanted to.

That night with Poe had been Finn's second or third time making love to a man-though, certainly not his last- and yet, he'd been so surprised at just how good it could feel not only to fuck, but to be fucked. To feel Poe's throbbing length deep inside him, gently teasing and massaging his prostate. God, to feel the hot, pumping flow of Poe shooting into him as their sweaty forms twisted and labored together. To feel his own huge, pulsating cock relieve itself all over their warm, defined, sweat-soaked abs.

That was it. The memory of his earlier orgasm, of Poe's hot cum spurting into him, was enough to send Finn over the edge.

Stroking and whimpering to himself, Finn tore his left hand away from his nipple too quickly and was greeted with a quick flash of pain. Correcting course, he slowed his motion and left his arm at his side as he pumped his cock.

He groaned loudly in pleasure, nearly yelling as he climaxed. Amid the blissful sensation of his orgasm, his cock erupted. A thick rope of cum shot out, landing along his own chest. Feeling his body tighten and seemingly demand more release, Finn let loose several more creamy, hot strings. Two or three landed along his chest, covering his abs and his pectorals, while one hit him in the face, nearly in his eye, and dripped down his cheek.

Finn sat quietly, panting and exhausting. Using his bare hand, he wiped away what he thought to be most of the errant load that had hit his face. Chuckling to himself, he quietly thanked the stars that nobody was around to see him like this, sitting in an infirmary bed, completely naked, his chest covered in his own sweat and cum.

As he contemplated using his discarded hospital gown to wipe the rest of himself, he heard footsteps nearby.

As the flap to Finn's med tent opened, a familiar voice said, "I heard yelling, what-"

Scrambling to cover himself with his arms, Finn was shocked to see Rey standing before him, staring speechlessly at the scene she had encountered.