Lift-Off From Mirrin Prime

by Artemis1000

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Chapter 2

The first time Poe had told his squad he would be spending his leave on a freighter, they had thought he was joking.

The second time they had known him well enough to realize he was telling the truth, and promptly declared that he had to be the greatest weirdo in galactic history. Or maybe just the greatest ship nerd ever, Muran had added, as if that made it better. Maybe it did, since all of them loved space ships a little bit more than most people would consider reasonable. It came with being a pilot.

Nobody thought it truly odd anymore these days, but Poe still received plenty of teasing. It had become a tradition, just like him complaining to Ben about the teasing had become part of this tradition.

"I don't know what they're on about. There's nothing weird about being a pilot who spends his time off piloting," he informed Ben.

Ben looked up from his calculations. He was sitting in the Falcon's pilot chair, while Poe occupied the co-pilot chair, a rare honor since he was normally relegated to the backseat. "You're not piloting anything. My Dad would sooner let a Wampa pilot the Falcon than you."

Poe grinned and folded his hands behind his head. "Your Dad likes me."

"Deep down."

"Deep, deep down."

They shared a grin.

"He's also going to murder you if he finds out that you propped your feet up in his cockpit."

Poe made a grand show out of waggling his eyebrows, and not taking his feet down. "I remember other parts of me being pinned against these controls, Solo."

Ben's blush was all the reward he needed. The transition into hyperspace was a lot jerkier than normal, but it was worth the unpleasant flip-flop his belly made just for knowing he had flustered Ben so thoroughly.

"So it's back to Nal Hutta then, Dad and Uncle Chewie should be just about done with the negotiation when we get back," Ben remarked, trying his best for casual, and just sounding very awkward and not-casual. "We can load the cargo, and be on our way with no time lost."

Poe didn't mention the fuel spent on taking the Falcon halfway across the galaxy just to pick him up. He sure wasn't complaining, but Han Solo must have liked him a lot better than he would ever admit, for he had never complained, neither about all the time nor the money spent on making sure that Poe and Ben could spend every leave together.

He nodded innocently. "Uhuh." He stalked forward, crossing what little distance separated him from Ben, and clutched the headrest to both sides of Ben's head, effectively pinning him to the pilot's chair. "It's cute how you try to pretend we're having a completely normal conversation."

Ben scowled. "We are having a completely normal conversation."

"Uhuh."

"We are!"

Poe's already wide grin got even wider. "Uhuh."

It was Ben who surged forward and silenced him with a bruising kiss. Poe laughed into it and straddled his thighs – not for the first time grateful that the egg-shaped pilot chairs had no armrests.

He nipped at Ben's lips, and moaned his appreciation when Ben's tongue slipped into his mouth. "Finally," he groaned against Ben's mouth, "thought I'd have to wait forever for my proper welcome."

The sound Ben made when Poe's hands slipped under his vest were absolutely delicious, topped only by the strangled whine when Poe's fingers wriggled under his shirt as well.

Poe paused, and basked in the growl it earned him.

"You're the scoundrel and I'm the dutiful soldier. Shouldn't it be you robbing me of my innocence?" Poe shot him a woeful look. "I'm feeling robbed by not being robbed here, Ben!"

Ben's laughter was so worth it, even if he made a big show of yowling at the thwack to the back of his head. "Laser brain."

He shrugged, completely unabashed, and waggled his eyebrows. "Hah. Gotta try my best for the man I love, even if he's a grouch." True, that. Ben was grumpy half the time, and grave enough for a man twice his age the rest of the time. Chewbacca said that was the lingering Jedi in him, but Poe suspected it was his Organa side.

Ben's breath hitched.

Nine years of dating, and Ben still got caught off guard every time Poe casually announced his love for him as a matter of course. It was one of the many small things Poe found endearing about him.

So much was predictable; what he didn't see coming was Ben getting up with Poe still clinging to him, and starting to walk them out of the cockpit. He was tall and strong, for sure, but he carried Poe so effortlessly that he had to be using the Force.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing?" he protested, not because he minded being carried, but just because you had to protest when your ridiculously tall boyfriend lugged you around as if you weighed nothing. It was a matter of pride.

Ben answered him only with laughter, right until Poe silenced it with another kiss.

They didn't make it to his bed, not even into his quarters.

Poe's back slammed into the wall two doors down from Ben's, and he laughed even as he tugged frantically at Ben's blaster holster, and then at the fastenings of his pants. "Made it to your hallway. That's a new record for round one."

"Shut up, Dameron."

Poe's grin was the most shit-eating you could possibly manage with your boyfriend's hand down your pants. "Make me, Solo."