Poe "Fite Me" Dameron (
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Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

TIMELINE
* indicates NSFW
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:
Bounty Posters

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Really? Still? You're still bleeding! This can't be how this is supposed to go.
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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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?
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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. ]
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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?
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[ The bleeding's stopped. He reaches out and yanks the tissues out of Poe's nose, tossing them aside. The responsible part of his brain says that those do not belong on the floor, but he can't find it in him to care. ] There. Now you'll do.
[ Poe had treated Rex to a show, but he does nothing of the kind. He strips with the same brutal efficiency as he does everything else, peeling himself out of his blacks in one fell swoop. He's shy in this, uncertain, but there's a certain defiance of that in the way he stands before Poe, not bothering to attempt to hide anything, neither the web scars mapping his body, nor the fact that his arousal had somehow continued unabated despite the fact that he was being seduced by a man with tissue paper shoved up his nose. ]
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He lets go of himself so he can step closer - the height difference more obvious now that they aren't lying down - and reaches out to brush finger tips against the web of scars. ]
Not bleeding anymore, either. [ He points out, his voice a little oddly quiet, and with very little ceremony sinks right down to his knees.
Could he be slower with this? Yeah.
Did he want to?
Absolutely not.
This wasn't just a thought experiment or a helping hand, at this point - he really, really wanted to touch Rex. He knew the clones were well built, but - well - fucking damn.
So he reached out - touch smooth and unhesitating - as he slowly took Rex's length in hand, giving a slow stroke. Then - with no extra warning - he leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to the side of it, just above his knuckles, and then another to the head.
Look, Rex had said he could once he stopped bleeding, right? ]
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That rationale quickly flies out the window. He knows exactly what and who Poe Dameron is - a good man, a handsome man, the sort of guy who could have anyone he wants and the best damn pilot in the galaxy - and to have someone like that look at him the way Poe's looking at him now, on his knees before him despite it all -- that. He likes that. And no matter what else he tries, he can't imagine a world in which that will grow old. ]
Oh. [ It slips out of him, curling his shoulders forward as though instinctively trying to get closer to him, the corded muscles of his thighs tensing up. That spark of amusement in his expression has vanished, replaced with something intent and almost reverential, eyes wide and dark. ]
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Then there's something like this.
Andy had been easy - they were causing sparks to fly almost the instant they met, a very raw sexual desire first before everything. First before he knew exactly what he'd be willing to do to keep her safe (regardless of the fact that she was much more proficient at that than he was), and first before he knew that she was one of his best friends in the whole galaxy (which he would never, ever tell her).
Rex - I mean, sure, he'd been attracted to Rex. Who wouldn't be. Strolls into Poe's life with the most defiant BDE he'd ever seen, could take down a whole platoon by himself, and cared, so deeply. Even if it had taken Poe a little while to figure that out. But that immediate sexual connection hadn't been there, and that had been fine. Poe just honestly really liked Rex, and really liked having him on his team.
He had thought, going into this, that it was going to be a fun way to blow off some steam, that maybe he could help Rex relax a little bit and give him a taste of what the universe had forced him to miss.
Problem was, that look on Rex's face? Fuck, but that was addictive. He hadn't really expected that tight, tense heat in his gut, that spreading, tingling warm through his limbs. It wasn't just a little fun bit of a attraction.
He was really attracted to Rex.
A problem? This was probably a problem. Almost definitely a problem, considering that he was already really attracted to Andy and had no idea what to do with that, other than bang her at any given opportunity. Andy, at least, didn't seem to have any interest in anything beyond the sex, which had suited him fine. Or he'd told himself it suited him fine.
There was no way in hell he was going to pretend that this was just about sex.
God damn it.
Anyway, that's what was going through Poe's head as his eyes met Rex's and his lips pulled the head of the clone's cock into his mouth, before slowly taking the entirety into his mouth in one even stroke. He groaned a little, the back of his throat vibrating with it against Rex, his cheeks hollowing and his eyes sliding shut as he started to bob his head. ]
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He moans, the sound clawing its way out of his throat without any input from him, and definitely loud enough for Andy to hear, but he can't bring himself to care about something like that right now. He squeezes his eyes shut, then forces them to open again because as it turns out, the view's half the fun. ] Oh -- fuck --
[ As his hips snap forward, he buries one hand in Poe's curls and yanks him halfway off. ] Sorry -- I didn't want to... [ Actually break his nose that time. Underneath different circumstances - or, perhaps, when he has more than two brain cells to rub together to think about it - he'd be embarrassed at the blatant, immediate loss of control. But the last thing he wants is for Poe to think that he wants him to stop, so he loosens his grip, fumbling, petting loosely at the back of Poe's head. He's not going to last for long anyway. ] Keep going. Please.
[ Please, he says, Rex thinks, almost hysterically. Like he's asking for Poe to pass him a spanner instead of to keep sucking his dick. This really isn't less ridiculous than before - he's just found that he cares a great deal less about it right now. ]
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Trust me, you're fine. [ His voice is also deeper than it was, a husky edge to it. ] I'm not made of glass. If you feel like doing it, do it. If I need you to stop, I'll make sure you know.
[ He presses a kiss to Rex's hip, a tiny affectionate gesture before he grips him once more and slides his mouth back in place, groaning as he does so. He doesn't take it slow. He recalls as well as he can the speed of Rex's involuntary thrust and tries to match it - practice being the only thing that saves him from his gagging reflex.
He considers stopping before Rex has a chance to orgasm. Thinks about just how badly he wants to get Rex inside him - (it had been a while). But ultimately decides that what he really wants is to make sure Rex is enjoying himself, and rushing him probably won't help that much.
Coming down Poe's throat might, though.
So that's the master plan. ]
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He tries to hold back from straightforwardly fucking Poe's throat - that can't be pleasant - but he can't help the stutter of his hips as Poe takes him deeper and deeper, his palm large and rough on the back of Poe's head as he chases down his own pleasure, trying to stay on that knife's edge as long as possible. It's not out of some misplaced pride of having to last longer, or out of some desire to prove a point. It's just so different from anything he's experienced before. Unlike furtively jerking off in whatever private moments he's been able to find, more out of function than out of pure pleasure, he wants this moment to last. He doesn't bother restraining the choked groan that Poe forces out of him, finally letting go, tongue loosened by pleasure far more easily than it ever has with drink. ]
Fuck. I didn't know it'd feel so -- [ He cuts himself off with a grunt. He may be inexperienced, but he's also pretty sure that Poe is just excellent at this. He shouldn't have expected anything different. ] Like it wasn't enough for you to be the best goddamn pilot in the galaxy.
[ It's nothing he hasn't said before. He's proud of their little ragtag group. He's damn proud of them. Skill's always been something he admires and when it comes to Andy and Poe, it's something he admires on a regular basis, puffed up with as much pride as though it's his own success, not just that of his comrades. It's some lingering instinct from being a Captain, he supposes. He's just never said it quite like this before.
Finally, he can't hold back any longer, and tugs at Poe's hair again. ] I'm close.
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He couldn't speak, though, so instead he just raised his eyes to meet Rex's and then very deliberately sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as he took as much of the clone as he could, as tightly as he could. That should make his intent pretty damn clear. ]
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Holy hell. He's glad he waited. He's absolutely certain that whatever drunken fling he could have gotten at 79s wouldn't have measured up. Once he has control over his faculties again, he scrambles for what exactly you say to your pilot and partner in crime after something like that before settling upon: ] Well I, ah, get the appeal now. That was -- [ He clears his throat. ] Thank you.
[ Well, that's what you say after someone does something for you, isn't it? His eyes flick over Poe and to where his erection is still bobbing between his legs, heavy and flushed. He may not know his way around these things, but he does know it'd be poor etiquette to leave a man behind, so to speak. ]
I can... return the favour. If you like.
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Yeah. He knew he did fucking good. He stood up, just in time to get Rex's slightly breathless thanks and offer, before giving him a grin. ]
Hey, I'm not going to say no. Long as you know that it isn't required. I'm perfectly capable of getting myself off just thinking about that face you just made if you're not up to that, yet.
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Not embarrassed enough to say no, though. Poe got to watch him, and he finds that he wants to watch him right back. ]
I'm not one to turn down a challenge, [ he says, covering up some of that embarrassment with bravado. Then, a little more gently, because this sort of thing actually matters to Poe: ] I want to. You can just, ah... lie down?
[ He could get on his knees, of course, but he finds he wants a little more room to spread out. ]
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Like this?
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Right. Time to do this. Rex settles his weight onto Poe's legs. He's always been an intense man, apt to focusing on one thing and one thing alone, sometimes to his detriment. It's the way he's always been. And now, it seems, the full weight of his attention is honed in on the task at hand; there's no question that there's nothing else he's thinking about right now. ]
I don't do things by half-measures, [ he says, starting with his hands perched atop Poe's shoulders and sliding them down his chest, more interested in slow exploration for the time being.
Above all else, Rex likes to excel at things. He liked to excel at his classes, at leadership, at marksmanship, at organization - so why not at sex too? ] So, [ he says, swatting Poe's hand away so he can wrap his hand around his cock himself, giving it a couple of experimental strokes, twisting his palm at the head the way he figures he'd probably like it, ] you'll have to let me know how this goes.
[ If he does poorly, he expects to be corrected. It's only fair. ]
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I don't do things by half-measures, he says, and Poe swears he can feel his heart grow about half in size again. Adorable? Fucking adorable. He knows better than to say as much.
The thought disappears as Rex bats his hand away and finally grips him himself, and Poe's mind goes blissfully blank, his lips parting as the smile fell from them. ]
Don't worry, I uh - I doubt you could go wrong, but I'll keep you appraised. [ He wet his lips, swallowing. ] You uh - you want to kiss me, first? [ The question an impulsive one, out before he could double think it. ]
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[ It's a good thing that Poe didn't think twice about asking, because Rex certainly isn't. As far as he knows, this is how all dalliances go. That, and he's eager to have a bit of a do-over after what a disaster the beginning of this whole affair was, even if he does think it's odd that Poe would rather start slow when he's been pent up all this time.
He keeps his grip on Poe with a firm, steady rhythm, too slow to do much more than keep the momentum going, and leans in for a kiss. It's as gentle as his grip is firm, tentative and questing, but far better than his first attempts, his jaw more lax as their lips meet. Rex is somewhat aware that his heart shouldn't be pounding so but perhaps it's to be expected; this is a new experience and is admittedly coming after what can only be described as a life-altering orgasm.
No wonder Andy stuck around for that first week. He'd always wondered. ]
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He wet his lips when they had to come back up for air, and Poe gave him a sheepish look and a sideways grin. ]
Thanks. [ What a stupid thing to say... But it was out now, anyway!! So!! He'll just run with it. ]
Definitely not going wrong so far.
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[ He leans in for another kiss, quicker this time. He finds he quite likes it. Something to explore another time, perhaps - but he's getting ahead of himself, isn't he? ] But if things keep going well, then don't thank me yet.
[ With that he finally slides down, sprawled between Poe's legs, his own legs dangling off of the bed a little bit as he contemplates Poe's dick as though he's mapping new terrain. ] Hm.
[ He should probably go slow, but he's never heard of going slow in his life so instead, predictably, he wraps one hand around the base as he takes Poe in his mouth as far as he can go in one fell swoop. ]
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It's really not that complicated, just take it easy and go with the fl-- oh-- [ The sound pulls from his lungs accidentally as he watches the majority of his cock suddenly disappear into Rex's mouth, and his pulse thumps hotly, making him twitch between Rex's lips. ]
Okay-- Or - Or that--
[ He's being very careful not to move, despite the warm wet pressure that is way, way too inviting. ]
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Mmhm.
[ He draws away, then slowly begins to bob his head, trying to get used to the weight and bulk of him in his mouth, the gesture as strangely intimate as the reverse had been. ]
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