sekkritaus | Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

[ Their sleep schedules were all off, again. It happened - especially when they were worried about being intercepted or boarded - that one of them intentionally stayed up when the other two were asleep. Poe's sleeping schedule was probably the most erratic of the three, mainly because the particular evil they were trying to keep ten steps ahead of was one that he really, really did not have any intention of having to meet again. Not that he'd actually told either of them about it. There wasn't any point. How the hell do you say to someone 'oh, yeah, he just ripped shit right out of my brain'. He didn't even know if the two of them realised that they'd saved him just as thoroughly as he'd saved them. Or Rex, anyway. Andy always seemed perfectly capable of saving herself.

So he'd been sleeping even less, mostly by distracting himself with Andy's bed, and when she wasn't available, by recently slipping into Rex's. It wasn't anything untoward, at least not at first. With Rex around he actually managed to get some sleep, which seemed like a miracle. And if he woke up curled up against the clone's back with one arm looped over his waist, so what? It felt natural. And if the last couple of times he'd woken up and it had been harder and harder to pull away in the morning, if he'd let his hand linger just a little too long, his heart beating a little too quickly? Well that was -

That was kind of just a natural side effect of hanging around Rex.

Yeah, he'd figured that out a while ago. He'd been trying to ignore it, for the most part. He hadn't quite figured out how to read Rex, and he was having a hard time figuring out just how the clone felt about any of it. He was pretty sure that Rex knew he was sleeping with Andy, but he wasn't sure if the clone was aware that there was an unspoken offer there for him, too. He was pretty sure that if Rex had any experience at all, it wouldn't be much. And pushing him didn't seem like a particularly good idea.

So if he got distracted by how good the man smelled, or how perfectly chiseled the muscles on his back were, flexing as Rex roused in the morning? That was fine. He could deal. He had other avenues to let out his sexual frustration, after all.

He just...

The longer it went, the more he wanted to help Rex, too. He wasn't totally sure that sex would help, exactly, but he had a feeling intimacy would. If only to prove that he was allowed to have it, despite what the entire galaxy kept trying to tell him. Rex deserved pleasure, right?

So wanting to give it to him was completely altruistic.

Yeah.

Yeah, that made sense.

Still, he didn't exactly have a plan for it, that night. He honestly did pad into Rex's bedroom, wearing nothing but his undershorts, planning on doing nothing but sleeping. That was as far as his brain had gotten.

Even if the rest of him kept trying to go a lot further than that. ]

Hey. [ An easy smile as he let himself in and the door closed behind him. ] It alright if I crash with you again?

[ Here's the thing: Rex knows Poe's ridiculously good looking. He can acknowledge it in the same way that he can acknowledge someone on the holos is handsome, or an athlete, or a particularly well sculpted statue. It's there, it's obvious to anyone who cares to look, and it is, as a whole, completely and absolutely irrelevant to Rex's life and his relationship with the man. Oh, he likes Poe, of course - he's a good man, as bold in his personal life as he is on the battlefield, and their camaraderie is one that he treasures immensely. But camaraderie is all it is, in his book. Why would he ever expect anything different?

And, as such, he doesn't bat an eye when Poe comes in to sleep with him again, even if he is only in his undershorts. It's not as though Rex's blacks, covering him from his neck down to his ankles, really leaves that much more to the imagination. Instead, he just straightens up, looking glad to see him.

The truth of the matter is, Rex has never liked sleeping alone. Sleeping with others is the natural state of things and when Poe had come to sleep with him that first night, he'd been glad beyond reason; it's not something he felt comfortable initiating, but there's no doubt that he enjoys it just as much as Poe does. He sleeps better with Poe in his bed than he has in what feels like years. So what if Poe's a little cuddly? Rex is too. He always has been, ever since he was a cadet. It's brotherhood, of a sort. And if it helps keep whatever demons they're fleeing from at bay, all the better. ]

Of course. [ He flips the blankets over for Poe to slide in next to him. ] C'mon.

[ The black bodysleeve really did leave almost nothing to the imagination, but Poe was doing his best to be good and so only let his eyes slide a little down Rex's form before he crawled under the blanket beside him. He swore the man had his own generator - it was like crawling in bed with a furnace. Was Poe complaining? No. Absolutely not. He didn't even realise how cold he'd gotten before he was sliding up closer.

Rex smelled really good, again. He really was going to have to lay down rules, about that. ]

Thanks. [ And if he snuggled up a bit too close, who was really going to blame him? ]

... It means a lot. [ Normally he'd just say thanks and then start babbling about the engine repairs he'd done or something, but - something compelled him in another direction, today. ] It's been a rough couple of weeks. [ About as far as he ever went, describing his nightmares. A vague and easily dismissed reference, and that was all. ]

[ They're still in a spot where they're all negotiating whatever it is this little team is. They're more than co-workers and friends, certainly, but Rex still isn't sure how far that goes, or how appropriate it is to pry. In truth, he's still navigating the murky waters that involves dealings with people outside of the GAR, people he wasn't born and raised alongside. He's known that Poe has experienced something he's struggled with, something that gives him nightmares, but had never known whether or not it was appropriate to inquire further.

This is as good an invitation as any. Rex's hesitation hinges entirely on his own uncertainty as to how much is appropriate, and not at all because he doesn't want Poe to speak of it. ]

You're always welcome, [ he says, plain as ever. ] Has it been worse for any specific reason?

I've just dealt with this guy before. [ His tone is still pretty casual, though he takes the opportunity to slide an arm around Rex and just unashamedly snuggle into his side. Rex could laugh and shove him off if he wanted. ]

You know how it is. I'd rather have something else to think about, that's all.

[ The lightness of Poe's tone is at odds with the intensity of his nightmares, Rex knows. But if that's the way he wants to play it, Rex won't argue. In truth, it just makes him want to have the opportunity to deal with the man with some sense of finality but even a man with his ego is aware of his own limitations. ]

Right, [ he says, a touch uncertainly. He doesn't laugh and shove Poe off, but he doesn't immediately return the favour either. ]

Well. Company generally helps.

Yours does, at least.

[ He doesn't really just mean Rex. He means Rex and Andy. But he doesn't think he needs to qualify that. ]

It's a lot better of an idea then getting trashed in a Cantina, anyway.

[ There's a slight pause, and he slowly lets his forehead rest on Rex's shoulder. ]

... I was pretty damn lucky to find you guys.

[ Rex watches quietly as Poe rests his forehead on his shoulder, feeling -- a sort of tenderness, he supposes, for this odd man that had so abruptly entered his life. He was very fortunate to have met the both of them. It's odd to see that the man he's come to regard as a brother-in-arms of sorts feels the same way. ]

You were lucky? [ He raises a brow. ] Have you forgotten how we met?

Hell no. [ He pulls his head back enough that he can glance up to meet Rex's eyes. ]

And trust me, I'm not comparing. I just-

Don't think you guys really know that you saved me, too.

[ Rex only knows the barest of basics about the other two. Poe's a pilot - best in the galaxy, or so he's always saying - with balls of brass, a penchant for getting into danger and the sort of recklessness that characterizes a man with very little to lose. And Andy... frankly, Andy's a mystery. Stronger than anyone he's ever met and equally as careless, with a life so long he can barely fathom it, as apt to cuss them out in seven different languages as she is to save their skin when they're being held to the fire.

That's it. No backstories, no tales of woe or lost lovers or dead families though, Rex knows, chances are that they have both in spades. ]

I don't know a hell of a lot about what you were doing before we met, [ he points out. ] I know you've been put through the wringer, but you won't meet anyone in the galaxy who hasn't.

There's not a lot to know. [ It's deflecting more than it's lying. ]

Like you said. Everyone's been put through the wringer - I'm no different. I wasn't handling it well. Took a lot of really stupid jobs more for the risk than the reward. That sort of thing.

[ He paused for a second, hesitating, and then shifted so he could brace himself up on an elbow, looking down at Rex from above, frowning at him in the dark. ]

I needed my team and didn't even know it. But I found you guys. [ He paused again, wetting his lips, the gears turning in his head so obviously that Rex could probably hear them grinding. ]

... It'd be nice to be able to demonstrate my appreciation properly, sometime.

[ It's casual enough, but there's a deliberate low murmur in his tone when he says 'demonstrate'. ]

[ If Poe's an open book, Rex is a picture book. There's a moment where it's obvious that he's figured out that this is -- this is offering something else, something that's never been offered to him in quite this way before, and he has absolutely no idea how to react or, frankly, why this is happening. His eyes dart from Poe's to where he's licking his lips, then back up at Poe. ]

Uh.

[ Is it gratitude because Rex has his back? Is that it? Is he even reading this correctly? He raises one hand to push Poe away, as gently as he can muster. ] Poe, [ he says, feeling rather clumsy. ] You know you don't owe me anything.

[ He doesn't resist the push but he doesn't pull away, either, only going as far as Rex removes him. ]

Yeah, I know. [ There's no apology or doubt in his voice, more a casual sort of confidence. ]

I'm not talking about a currency exchange, Rex. [ His voice softened a little, a hint of fond teasing at the edges. ] It's got nothing to do with debt. I think we're pretty even on basically every score. I just...

[ He paused again, running his bottom lip through his teeth as he considered his wording. ]

I would just be more than happy to express my appreciation. And there are a few things I think I could do that would express it pretty clearly.

[ Oh. That's. Well, it's nothing he's ever thought about before. Not really. Others went and picked people up at the bar, knowing that people were there specifically out of curiosity of what it's like to lay with a clone. Not Rex. The idea had seemed a little dehumanizing and, more than that, it would be putting him in a vulnerable position with someone he didn't trust. So he just jerked off in the 'freshers when he got some alone time for more than a couple minutes at a time, like any respectable clone did.

He keeps his hand on Poe's shoulder, keeping him at bay, though not pushing him away any further. He blinks owlishly up at the man, jaw working as he tries to sort out what to say. It's not an unappealing thought. His brow furrows. ]

But you're with Andy.

[ He knows Poe is. He can hear them.

And - stars, he feels like an idiot having to specify, but he really doesn't want to be missing out on some obvious social cue. ] You, ah. [ He clears his throat, cheeks going a little red. ] You are talking about sex, yes? I'm not misreading your... innuendos?

[ He stares specifically behind Poe. And if he's wrong about this, he's never going to be able to look the man in the eye again. He may as well launch himself out of the ship now. ]

Don't tell her that - she'd refuse to sleep with me for a week. Andy doesn't do 'with'. We just enjoy each other's company regularly, that's all.

[ He looks amused, and he can't help the slight grin that spreads across his lips at the careful question. But he doesn't laugh. ]

Well, I figured going straight to sex might be a bit of a jump, for you, but yeah. That general direction. [ He wet his lips, a sparkle in his eye. ]

I'm told I've got a pretty decent mouth on me.

[ Having someone for which it would be unusual not to sleep with them for a week, that you fight beside and lay beside sounds a lot like 'with' to Rex. But what does he know about this stuff? Not a hell of a lot.

That, and most of his brain cells aren't exactly devoted to sorting out the ethical ramifications of what's going on or what Andy thinks of the matter. All Rex knows is that Poe has now made a very clear proposition, he's very, very close, and he keeps licking his lips.

Rex has a tendency to take charge in every avenue in his life, and to look as though he's wholly on top of things when he has no idea what's going on. He looks well and truly out of his element. And here's the reason why: when Poe makes what he's asking clear, Rex's first thought isn't no. That's a new one. ]

You, ah -- you must know that I've never...

[ Well. Anything. ]

I had a feeling it might be a new avenue of exploration for you. [ His voice sounds a little teasing, but not in a cruel way. It's warm and fond. ]

But you really don't need to worry about that.

[ He leaned in, pressing his weight against Rex's hand as if to test it. ]

And at any point, you decide you're not interested after all? No harm, no foul, and you won't have to worry about it again.

[ He leaned a little more heavily against Rex's hand, and unless the clone stopped him, leaned in to press his lips gently to Rex's cheek. ]

... Deal?

[ When Poe leans in, he'll find no resistance from Rex. He's not sure if he can say he wants this, exactly, mostly because he has no frame of reference for whatever the hell this is. But when Poe says that he can say no at any time, that he won't be judged or pushed in any direction he doesn't want to be, Rex knows he can believe him. At the end of the day, it's that ceded control that makes this such an intimidating notion (among a few other things, he supposes), but the ball's in his court.

He's still not entirely certain why Poe's chosen him for this, considering he's got someone experienced and almost certainly better at this down the hall, but if Poe didn't want this, he wouldn't have brought it up in the first place. He's just going to have to trust the man. And he does. He has for a while. Why not here too? ]

...Deal. But you're going to have to tell me what to do.

I can do that. [ His smile was audible, which was good, because he was leaning in a little further to press another careful kiss to Rex's jaw, and then another, a little lower, against his throat. ]

First thing is to make sure to let me know when you like something, or when you don't. There's no universal rulebook, on that. And since I'm really only interested in making you feel good-- [ Another kiss, a little lower on Rex's throat as he settles in against Rex's side again. He doesn't bother trying to hide the fact that there is something quite a bit harder in his shorts, now, which becomes obvious when he slowly presses himself to Rex's side. ] -- I want to know when I'm succeeding and when I'm not. If you don't know, that's okay too. [ He popped his head up for just a second to offer Rex a grin. ] I can always demonstrate a few times.

[ He was about to go back to what he was doing - too used to hook-ups with guys who were happy to get blown but that ruled kissing right out. But when he'd looked up and caught sight of Rex's face again and.... yeah, he wet his lips again because Poe has no fucking control over his oral fixation. Blame Oscar Isaac. ]

So - interest check. Kissing?

[ The kiss on the cheek is nice. And the kiss to his jaw, to his throat, those are interesting in a way he hadn't expected, far more appealing here than they had ever seemed as a spectator, passively glancing at the bolder couples, plied by liquor and loud music. And when Poe presses into him in a far different way than he had before, chin hovering just above his collarbone, staring right at him, well. That's enough to make his breath catch in his throat. If he knew what to do with his hands, he may well be pressing him closer right now but instead he's very, very still, watching Poe, cataloguing every new motion.

He's rigid and tentative enough for it to read as complete disinterest except for the thin, tight material of his blacks which betray that that's not entirely the case. That, too, is different. He's grateful that Poe was thoughtful enough to ask because there's no way he'd be bold enough to ask himself, but -- ] Yes, [ he says, voice a little husky. ] I'm interested.

[ That earns him a grin, and when Poe speaks again his voice is a lot quieter, a husky edge to it. ]

Oh good.

[ He shifted his weight so he could sit up a little better, reaching out to cup the edge of Rex's jaw and tilt him just a little more towards him. ]

Because Force, I've wanted to kiss you for a while.

[ Even if Rex wanted to reply, he wasn't offered the opportunity. Poe was already leaning down to press a warm, full kiss to the clone's lips. ]

[ Rex breathes in through his nose as Poe descends upon him, raising his eyebrows at the new sensation. The closeness is nice, all things considered, the roughness of Poe's cheek welcome against his own.

But while Poe is clearly certain that what he's doing is good - and, of course, he's right; it's odd but not at all bad - Rex...

It must be said that Rex is, for the time being, a fucking awful kisser. His lips are thin and tightly shut, his jaw as stiff as it always is, one hand raised, hovering just above Poe's shoulder. It gives off the general impression of kissing a board and is likely half as pleasant. ]

[ The fact that it's Rex is the far more important part of the action anyway, and despite Rex's corpse impression, Poe still gets that weird tingle sensation right down his spine. He can't help it, and he starts chuckling against Rex's lips, before ducking his head to press a smack of a kiss to Rex's jaw.

He's glad he asked first, because that sort of reaction would generally be a red flag - but he's pretty sure that in this case it's just nerves and inexperience. He trusts Rex to tell him to back off if he wants Poe to stop. ]

We'll come back to that, [ He said warmly, still chuckling as he nuzzles his nose against Rex's throat, pressing another kiss there. ] You can relax, you know. [ It's not quite chastising or teasing - closer to an amused purr. He slides a hand onto Rex's chest over his blacks - no apparent goal attached save simple touch, and turns his head to press a kiss to Rex's ear, instead, gently pulling at his earlobe with his teeth. ]

Alright, secret one. I really love a hand in my hair, and I hear it's pretty soft.

Right, [ Rex says, not quite apologetic, but definitely sheepish - and more flustered than he ever gets, cheeks flushed and brow a little creased. Poe really is doing all the work here. He'd feel bad about it if he knew what he was feeling at all. But he takes the guidance gratefully, reaching out to lace his fingers in Poe's hair. ]

It's just odd. [ He realizes how that must sound and inches a little closer, planting one foot solidly on the bed for leverage. He reaches out with his free hand, placing it gently on Poe's chest as he leans in for an experimental kiss, the act almost comically chaste when in sharp contrast to the fact that he's good and hard by now, his length pressing up against Poe's leg. ]

But, ah -- good odd.

Don't worry, I'm confident I can slide that right past odd and fully into good. [ He grinned as he said it, which made it a little hard to kiss Rex properly, but Rex was also making it difficult to kiss Rex properly, so it didn't really matter.

What did suddenly very much matter was the hard press of something against his thigh. Damn. Damn, he'd forgotten just how hot that was. How long had he only been sleeping with Andy?

... Shit, how long had he only been sleeping with Andy?

Okay, not the time, Poe. You can think about this later. Poe arched his neck up just a little to take another kiss, gently pulling at Rex's lower lip with his teeth. Still grinning, though. Really needed to stop grinning but he was enjoying himself a little too much. ]

How about this? [ He asked, the hand that had been on Rex's chest sliding lower, fingers trailing down his abdomen until he had to slide it right between them, fingers and palm finding hard heat and grinding against it gently.

Yeah, there was probably a lot he could have done in between, but - maybe this would get Rex to relax a little faster.

Desperate lust had a tendency to override other brain functions, after all. ]

Edited 2019-01-12 03:34 (UTC)

Poe and Rex; clones need a soft touch

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best mouth in the galaxy

just not always in control of what comes out of it

snorts

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