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Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

TIMELINE
* indicates NSFW

Andy and Poe meet *
Andy and Poe's first gig *
Rex Meet Cute
Poe makes Andy the Copilot *
Poe and Rex have a Pleasant Evening *
Poe gets Andy off talking about how hot Rex is when he makes an O face *
Poe confesses his feelings for Andy, she storms off
Poe tells Rex about Andy storming off and accidentally confesses feelings for him too
Finally getting the stupid woman back on the ship
Andy and Rex "spar"
Poe getting to say "I love you" to Andy during sex and not getting punched *
Poe and Andy get snacks for Rex, or try to anyway
Poe gets himself hurt
Poe wakes up and gets lectured at by Andy
Then by Rex
Poe Tells Andy he wants to marry them at the worst possible moment *
Andy and Poe propose to Rex

UNSURE TIMELINE:
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[ He blew a kiss in Andy's direction. ] I like to think I do alright.

[ Even as he talked about things that genuinely should be worrying, his actual body language was unbothered. Alert, but not worried as they started heading for the streets. ]

Hate to tell you, buddy, but unless you're planning on staying here permanently, you're best off getting off this rock with us. I've seen Imperial Blockades before - if they've got any interest in you, you're not getting off again without a damn good pilot. Or you know, taking down every Imp in this sector. But that won't help you if back up arrives before you even find a ride.

I'll even include it in the original fee - you can decide later if you feel like giving us a bonus. Put I'm not that keen on dropping people off into death traps and then leaving them there.

Ah, fuck — [ She can't help the involuntary little twitch of her hips when he sucks hard on her clit — that sudden spark of pleasure, all the nerves firing at once to make her body tighten down on those two fingers. It seems like she's made herself wait an eternity to be touched, and now every inch of her skin feels hyper-aware of him — his tongue and his hand, that noise he makes with his mouth pressed up against her. ] Fuck.

[ She lifts one hand to brush a stray curl back from his forehead, repeating the motion a few times before she lets her fingers slide back to tangle in his hair, urging him on with her grip and shallow little rocks of her hips. Her eyes are dark and hungry as she looks down at him, watching him there on his knees and half getting off on just the sight alone. ]

You look so fucking good between my thighs.

[ His eyes flicker up to meet hers, just as dark as hers and mirroring her hunger. He hums against her, flicking his tongue over her clit in quick little motions before pulling back. His face is flushed, his lips shiny and red, and he runs his tonge hungrily over them.]

You should see it when there's no clothes at all involved, [ He says smirking as he drove his fingers in deep, thrusting up into her with a hard, even rythym. ] This is me running with a handicap. [ His voice is amused, though, and before she could reply he pushed forward again, mouth hard against her as he sucked, fingers fucking her as hard as he wished his cock was.

Speaking of which? He hadn't been lying. It was already half hard again, throbbing uncomfortably between his legs. ]

[ Rex turns to look at Poe as he disembarks. Even beneath the mask, his gaze is heavy, assessing; the goggles give off the impression that he's staring unblinkingly at Poe, trying to suss him out, and that impression isn't entirely wrong. The fact of the matter is that Poe's right, but in Rex's experience, that sort of charity isn't one that people give for free. Not anymore - then again, how would he know? He hadn't been a debatably free man before either. So why is this man talking about risking his neck without adequate reimbursement? It doesn't track.

He's right, of course. Rex won't be getting off this rock without help. He's just not sure how many other necks he wants to risk in the process. Eventually, he turns, keeps walking. ]

Get me to town first. We'll talk further details then. Including whether or not your partner feels like taking on a charity case.

[ Will the Scythian survive? Probably. Will she feel inclined to risk the life of her partner over a masked stranger? That much, Rex doubts. Even if there's a lack of familiarity between the two, it's bad business.

And if this is the sort of thing the pilot does on a regular basis, he's bad business. This sort of behaviour isn't how you make a living. ]

[ This time, the incredulous look is leveled at Poe, not his own dick, which is something of an improvement. Poe's expression is as coquettish it was just minutes ago but the bloody tissues in his nose somewhat ruin the effect. Despite the fact that he's still mortified and despite the fact that he's the one who caused this situation in the first place, Rex bites back a bark of a laugh. This is ridiculous. This entire thing is ridiculous. Nobody had ever talked about how absurd this whole affair would be. ]

Really? Still? You're still bleeding! This can't be how this is supposed to go.

It'll stop in a minute.

[ He was grinning, though, less because of the sexy nature of anything - or the lack of sexiness - but because Rex laughing was one of his favourite sounds in the world.

In a, uh, you know, totally platonic way.

It was just a very stark contrast to how they met, and being able to inspire it - even if it was covered in his own blood with tissue shoved up his nose - was worth a hell of a lot to him. So his grin was warm and happy despite how it made his nose ache. ]

Why, you going to tell me I'm not allowed to suck your cock, now? Because pretty sure that's where my mind was headed before I was interrupted.

[ Andy, for her part, is also looking at Poe — and there's no mask to disguise the annoyed stare she's giving him. Us, he says, like there even is an us — then the big guy in the mask calls her Poe's partner, and she has half a mind just to turn around and storm back up the ramp. Instead, she just pointedly picks up her pace, putting herself in front of Poe instead of beside him, as if that small distance between them would somehow detract from the point that they've somehow inadvertently become a team.

Either way, this is a terrible idea. There's no room for compassionate decision-making on missions like this, not with Imperial troops breathing down their back — but of course, with his recklessly good nature, Poe's already volunteered them to stay and wait. Like that doesn't exponentially increase the risk — without any guaranteed pay off. It is bad business. And if Andy were a less sentimental creature, she'd turn around and fuck off before things go south.

But she's a verified idiot, and despite her frustration, she doesn't stop putting one foot in front of the other. There will be words later — Poe can bet on it — but for now, she's in this with him, whatever her better judgement says. ]

[ At least Rex isn't as tense as he was moments ago. It's hard to feel too self conscious when the man that you're ostensibly bedding has tissues shoved up his nose. And no matter how appealing the prospect of - of that is (is that where all of that kissing was headed? Stars.) he's fairly certain it's not a good idea while Poe's breathing is compromised. There's a sizable twitch against Poe where they're slotted up next to each other, but Rex's half-smile is more wry than anything else, some of the tension sapping out of his shoulders. ]

Ah. Well. Far be it for me to tell you what you are and aren't allowed to do.

[ ... ]

After the bleeding stops.

[ He's never received a blow job before, nor has he seen one, but he can figure out the general, ahem, thrust of the matter. Deciding to give a blow job while his breathing is compromised doesn't rank in the top ten of Poe Dameron's stupid ideas, but it's certainly not a good one. ]

[ She does open to her mouth to answer — some dry, smart-ass comeback, probably — but what comes out is a half-startled moan, entirely too loud for them being outdoors and utterly beyond her control to stop once his mouth is back on her clit. Oh, fuck. Fuck — he's fingerfucking her at just the right angle, good and deep even with her legs still caught in her clothes, and so fucking hard, hard enough that she can hear the sloppy wet noise each thrust of his hand makes.

Her grip has unconsciously tightened in his hair, her eyes a little unfocused even though they stay fixed on him, on the sight of him eating her out. It takes conscious effort just to keep from unraveling too quickly, and every muscle below her waist feels tight from trying, her heartbeat throbbing loudly in her own ears. She bites down on her lower lip to stifle another breathless little sound, her free hand unconsciously digging into the crevices of the wall behind her as that unbearable heat builds between her thighs —

It hits her like being suckerpunched, all that tension, breaking down into hard shudders that leave her body convulsing around his fingers as she moans — airless little sounds that she makes over and over again as each tremble works its way through her. ]

Well, I'll just have to find a way to entertain myself in the meantime, then. [ He quips happily, still grinning. ]

What do you think about maybe getting these off? [ He gave a tug at the fabric of Rex's blacks. ] Not that it isn't a good look- it's a very good look - but maybe in the time it takes to strip you down the bleeding will let up.

[ He smirked and pulled a hand back to tug at the waistband of his own shorts, taking it down just an inch and a half - enough to catch just a little corner of dark hair. ]

I can go first?

[ Fuck, it's better than he imagined it, and he rides her pleasure hungrily - unrelenting until her shudders finally subside. Only then do his fingers slow. Only then does he sit back on his heels, eyes rising to meet hers, lips reddened and shining. He's not even grinning - he's too overcome with pure awe at how incredibly hot that was, and his own cock is - as suspected - right back to full mast. ]

Please tell me that we can go to my ship now. [ His voice is low and rough as he forces himself to stand up, tongue running over his lips in an attempt to wipe them clean. ]

Because I really, really want to see how that feels when I'm buried inside you and I don't want to get interrupted by troopers coming to see what all the noise is about.

Consider it an investment in a potential business relationship. [ Poe said wryly. He didn't think of it like that at all, but he could practically feel the heat of Andy's glare on his spine. If was fine. He'd give her his half of the original price and she'd let him off the hook for it. He wasn't worried. ]

Alright, so where are we going? There's a couple routes in and where we're headed is gonna effect which one's better to take.

[ It feels like she rides it out forever, with his fingers and his mouth coaxing shudders from her even when she thinks there can't be anything left to give —

In the moments after, she can only lean back against the wall and try to catch her breath, meeting his eyes as he looks up at her, all disheveled and a little flushed, clothes all open. The dryness in her voice loses a bit of its edge when it comes out a little airlessly: ]

What, not an exhibitionalist? Could've fucking fooled me.

[ She reaches for him, running her thumb a bit roughly over his chin to rub away glistening traces of herself. ]

You make patience very difficult. [ That was his excuse and he was sticking to it. ]

Plus, getting thrown in a detention block makes a round two difficult.

[ She looks incredible, like this, and Poe dips is head to suck the slickness from her fingers as he helpfully reaches out to do up her clothes again. ]

Not impossible, though, if that's the challenge you're looking for--

[ She lets him help with her clothes, half-distracted by the way his hands brush her bare skin and a little more so by that brief moment when his lips close around her fingers. Blame it on the afterglow. Feels like it's been an age since somebody got her off that hard, that quick. Truthfully, that might be at least partially because she's normally more interested in killing time than she is the person she's killing time with. This one, though... Damn.

It's decidedly unhelpful when she puts her hand between his legs — not to tuck him in and do up his fly, but just to give him a light, cheeky little squeeze. ]

As if they deserve the free show. [ Wryly: ] Come on, hot shot. Let's see your ride.

[ His cock throbs at the touch and he grins wickedly, pulling back to do up his clothes and then turn to head down the street.

It really wasn't far. Two blocks from their impromptu session, he turns into a hangar bay, and there she is. Painted nearly fully black save for a bright orange stripe across the middle. The ramp lowers as soon as he comes up to it, but when BB-8 sees a friend following behind, he knows to scamper. So the ship looks completely empty as soon as they step up into it.

He doesn't waste time. As soon as the ramp starts raising, Poe starts stripping clothes, reaching out to thread a hand into Andy's hair and pull her in for a hungry kiss.]

Welcome aboard.

[ It's quick, but it's impossible to miss the flick of Rex's eyes as he catches a tantalizing glimpse of skin which... oddly isn't a thought he's ever had before, no matter how many people have sidled up to him. It's his turn to bite his lip, though he's a great deal subtler than Poe; there's just a hint of his teeth grabbing onto the inside of his lip, a pucker of his mouth. ]

I think you'd better get a head start. Mine go off in one go.

[ He could just undo the fly, of course. Nothing else is required for what Poe's talking about. It just seems too impersonal. This is just an experiment, a distraction, as Poe put it, but that's no excuse for making this impersonal. They're friends; allies.

And though he told Poe he could go first, he's already unzipping the back of his blacks. He's always been efficient like that. But though his hands are busy, he's watching Poe with unabashed, straightforward interest, gaze heavy with expectation. ]

[ The Scythian looks pissed. Yeah. That's what he thought. She must be the brains of the operation, but Poe's the heart. He must be, because if the Scythian cared enough, she'd object now, demand the other half of her money, and she'd be perfectly within her right to do so. He watches her move between him and the pilot before turning to face forward again, leading the pack. ]

If you say so, [ Rex says, voice a deep rumble in his chest. ] Round the back. The slums.

[ As much as he tries to hide it, he speaks with a military crispness. ] More open space. Less cover, but we're less likely to catch the attention of any locals, save for the ones looking to loot. Sources say Haka flowers are part of the natural flora. They're pressurized. You kick them, they spray. You puncture them, they pop. Good for a distraction.

[ He's been planning this for a while. ]

Got anything to add?

[ Everyone's got different sources. There's no such thing as being overly prepared in Rex's book. ]

[ The thing that frustrates her most is that she knows this has little to nothing to do with business. Three weeks has been enough time for her to get a good sense of Poe Dameron — unavoidably, and half against her own will. The problem is that he's a good person. She can't even blame it on idiocy — she's sure he knows this is more trouble than it's worth. No, this is because Poe's noble and compassionate and a lot of other things that she's taught herself to consider weaknesses but can't help admiring about him, deep down.

Now that's something that's truly more trouble than it's worth — it's dangerous, being attracted to someone you admire. If she wasn't already planning to leave after this, she'd have to find some other way of nipping that shit straight in the bud. ]

Doesn't make a difference to me.

[ But the soldier's cadence hasn't escaped her notice. Nor the attention to detail. Whoever this is and whatever is ahead, it's high enough stakes that he's done his homework thoroughly. There's that, at least. Andy can appreciate the competence, even if she's annoyed with everything else. ]

Let's just do what we have to do and get the fuck off this rock.

[ With her line of work, it's practically second nature to suss out any new surroundings — and it doesn't escape her notice that the ship seems devoid of occupants, besides the two of them. But that line of thought doesn't really get especially far — because this pilot's mouth continues to be a foolproof distraction to her, particularly when it's pressed hard against her own. Yeah. That's some welcome aboard alright. ]

Not bad. [ Breathless wryness, as she shrugs off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor, soon to be joined by her shirt and her boots. Her hands work blindly at the front of her pants as she leans in for another heated kiss, just barely kept modest by the long fall of her dark hair. ] Expected something smaller.

[ With just his shorts, Poe's won't come off any slower, but he's more than happy to lead. He keeps his eyes locked on Rex's as he tugs the waistband down further, something almost smug about his expression. He hasn't actually seen Rex look at him like that before, and he decides he likes it a lot. The base of his cock comes into view first, dark curls that match his hair nestled around it, and if the nosebleed dimmed his arousal at all, that certainly isn't evident now. The fabric finally slides past the head and his cock springs up, bouncing a little ridiculously, several shades darker than the skin surrounding it.

He drops the shorts to the floor and kicks them out back behind him, his hand moving to grasp himself and give a couple leisurely strokes. Much better. It had been getting really, really cramped in there.

He wet his lips expectantly, gaze flicking from Rex's face south, then back up again. ]

So, do I pass muster, Captain?

Alright, well, I know my Imperial patrols well enough to know that's where they're gonna head first. A lot fewer bribes to keep people from kicking their flowers, if you know what I mean. Also means the sweeps tend to be more invasive but less thorough - more bluster than action - so we should be able to hear them coming from a while away.

[ He was running through his head what he knew about this planet to try to figure out why the man was here. Something on the Black Market, definitely. Not arms dealing, though: the man brought next to nothing with him, and you didn't buy weapons without a pre-booked flight home. Same with large amounts of medical supplies. So that left drugs - amounts small enough to consume or carry on your person - but their client was way too focused to be someone coming to this planet looking for a hit. Or procedures. Medical ones. Dangerous or illegal ones.

Interesting. ]

The day/night cycle is also super fast- we've got about a half hour to sunset now, then four hours to day break again. Think we're gonna be able to get back to the ship before then?

Yeah, turns out the Empire takes exception to civilians owning starfighters. [ He knew it was a joke, but trust Andy to hit upon Poe's nerd subject at the same time he was tossing his own clothes aside, stepping out of his trousers with his cock on proud display as he pulled off his socks. ]

But, well, I take exception to the Empire, so a nice little revamped freighter keeps everyone happy.

[ Finally free of all of his clothes, he reached out to slide his hands on her hips, pulling his whole body flush up against her, cock pressed tightly between them as he stole a deep, searching kiss, slowly trying to step her backwards down the hall toward the cockpit.

You'd think he'd go for his bunk first, but.

Nah. ]

[ Luckily, having his hard cock pressed up against her belly makes it hard to really care where they fuck — he can steer her wherever the hell he wants, as long as both of them are getting off once they get there. Still, she can't pass up the opportunity to make a dig at him, even with the words a little breathless from their kiss. ]

Trust a pilot to want to fuck in the cockpit. [ It's mildly mocking, but it's not a complaint — if anything, judging by the way her hands wander, she's actually kinda into it. ] Hope the memories keep you company when you're flying, hot shot.

[ He grins, ducking his head to nip a little too sharply at her throat as they get to the cockpit. Well, sort of. They get into the doorway of the cockpit, where Poe presses her up against the door frame and slides a hand between her legs to grind pressure against her with his palm. ]

Hey, I know what I like. [ His teeth find her shoulder and he bites down a little harder, his free hand trying to pull her legs up against her waist. ]

Pretty sure this particular memory will be hot enough to warm up hyperspace, so I'm not complaining.

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Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

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