sekkritaus | Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

[ Poe's eyes flicker up, lips curving into a grin as he catches Rex's expression. Poe's not exactly a difficult man to please, in this arena. He has, centrally, only one tenet that he follows. And that is, that if someone else is enjoying themselves, he's probably enjoying himself.

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. ]

Edited 2019-01-18 15:57 (UTC)

[ In a single moment, the entirety of Rex's awareness narrows down to Poe and what he's doing with his evidently extremely talented mouth. It's hard for him to hone in on a single thing some days; he's a hypervigilant sort, and there's always something else he feels needs his attention, something else he should be doing. But right now, he's not thinking about anything except Poe's mouth on him, all wet heat and deliberately applied pressure and, quite possibly, the best thing he's felt in his life.

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. ]

[ The petting is endearing, the please even more so, but the hard snap of Rex's hips had sent a very strong surge of arousal through him, and Poe pulled his lips free, far redder than they had been when he started. ]

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. ]

[ Rex swallows at that tiny kiss to his hip, eyes wide as he looks down at Poe's lips, red and slick with spit, arousal spiking down his spine. He did that, in some small way. He's not sure if it has such a great effect on him because of how starved they all are for intimacy, in the same way that they take refuge in the warmth of another body beside them, or something else, but he's not bothering to push the feeling away anymore.

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.

[ The praise sent a warm flush through him, and he couldn't help but snake a hand down between his legs and give a few lazy strokes of his cock. There was that brief - though intense - desire to pull off and beg for Rex to fuck him, but he talked himself out of it again very quickly. No. He knew what he wanted.

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. ]

[ It only takes another couple of thrusts for Rex to come into Poe's mouth, shoulders hunched and shuddering over him, fingers twisted in his hair with wild abandon, a low, rasp of a groan winding its way out of him. He stays there for another moment, regaining his bearings before it's too much and he takes a step away, the backs of his knees hitting the bed, which he gratefully sinks back down into.

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.

[ Poe sat back on his heels, swallowing a couple of times as he raised a hand to touch at slightly swollen, reddened lips, and then just gave Rex the most cocksure smile anyone had every managed to give another person in the history of the galaxy.

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.

[ Rex clears his throat, ears reddening a little. He knows, technically, that Poe had been watching, but he still feels oddly unused to that - the idea of being watched, in that sort of way. It's not that the notion doesn't please him, that Poe had gotten that much out of him, but mostly it makes him feel terribly embarrassed.

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. ]

Yessir, [ He replied with an easy grin, sliding himself onto the cot, though he pressed his back up against the wall so that he had a little leverage to look down. He reached for his cock, giving it a couple of lazy strokes as he adjusted his position, clearly displaying himself. ]

Like this?

Yeah, [ he says roughly, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. That's good. After spending what felt like an age not being in control, it's good to know that he can take ahold of it again, take things at his own pace, take his time doing what he likes - and what he thinks Poe would like too.

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. ]

[ Poe's tongue hovers against his lips, an amused and fond smile flickering there, eyes watching Rex carefully as his hands explore his chest. He's not interrupting, though - he's keeping his hands to himself, even if his finger tips kind of graze against one of Rex's elbows.

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. ]

Oh - all right.

[ 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. ]

[ It had been an impulsive decision, sure, and probably a weird one, if this really was supposed to be just the casual fling Poe had originally sold it as. But there was something very very right about the way that Rex's lips met his, again, and it causes something tight in his chest to melt - relax - as he pressed the kiss back.

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.

[ Rex raises a brow at Poe, quirking his lips a little. Even he's certain that that's not usually what someone says after something that's supposed to be as small as a kiss. He keeps his hands where they are for a moment, one wrapped around Poe and the other resting on his chest as he says, matter-of-fact, ] You're welcome.

[ 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. ]

[ He grins when he's granted an extra kiss, and then props himself up on one eblow to watch Rex study his cock like it's a particularly confusing passage in a flight manual. ]

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. ]

[ This isn't something Rex would say comes naturally to him, nor would he call it particularly comfortable, but all of that is forgotten as soon as he's the one yanking those noises out of Poe. There's something distinctly satisfied in Rex's expression, either because it's been proven he's doing something right in his first step or because he'd managed to take Poe off-guard. Normally he'd say something, but his mouth is full, so -- ]

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. ]

[ It’s an incredibly attractive sight, but that doesn’t quite explain why his heart is thumping that heavily. He tries to keep his breathing even but he can’t help the low groan as Rex bobs his head.

He reaches out, fingers brushing almost lovingly last Rex’s ears and then against his short cropped hair, nails pulling gently at his scalp. ]

You look way too good. [ Murmured quietly. ] I should have done this ages ago...

[ Rex isn't sure what it is. Maybe it's the praise, or maybe its the scrape of Poe's nails against his scalp - he's always liked that - but it sends heat coiling down his spine in a way that doesn't seem to have anything to do with sex; even with his sort of stamina, it's not as though he's ready for another round already. Whatever it is, he likes it. He likes it a lot.

Good thing Poe's probably too occupied to see the goosebumps on his arms. He slides one hand up Poe's flank and rests it there, thumb finding the hollow of his hipbone and looking at Poe carefully, watching what he likes, and -- well, what he likes even more. There's not a lot of dislike that factors into the equation, even with a novice. He keeps bobbing his head, though, broad tongue pressed flat against him, pace almost leisurely. ]

[ The room falls weirdly quiet, or at least as quiet as a room on a starship ever grows. The low constant thrum of the engines propelling them through hyper space feels almost like a groan in Poe’s bones, something far more sexual than usual.

Which is odd, considering that despite the fact that he is literally getting a blow job, the moment feels like something far beyond merely sexual. Poe can’t quite put his finger on it, not exactly, but it’s a deep, warm feeling, and almost... whole. He swallowed, thickly, his breathing starting to quicken as he watched with heavy lidded eyes. A vague thought wormed into his head, and then lodged itself there: this, this moment, but with his back pressed to Andy’s chest so he could just turn his head to catch her lips, and then pull Rex up against him and take a deep kiss from the man as well.

Damn. Damn it. He’d already been in trouble with his feelings for Andy, he’d thought he was safe when it came to Rex. Sure, he wanted to be around the man all the time, and sure, he was hot, and sure, he had wanted to get him like this for a while, but... now he was here, his imagination was running away with him. With the three of them, together, a team and partners in every way that mattered, and not a single inch of the ship that Poe couldn’t find love in. Real love. That’s what this was. That’s why, despite the truly erotic image and feeling of Rex’s mouth and tongue and lips, a part of Poe’s mind was firmly fixed on making him stop just so he could steal another hundred kisses, instead.

His body had different ideas, though, and something almost nervous kept him from voicing that thought aloud. So instead he he let his body chase what it so desperately needed, hips rolling shallowly to just barely thrust into those perfect lips, his breath catching as he felt himself nearing the edge. ]

Rex... [ he groaned, his voice far huskier than its usually cheerful tone as he groaned out a warning. ] Rex, I’m so close...

Edited 2019-03-13 11:23 (UTC)

[ Theoretically, Rex had always understood sex - the gratification side of affairs, anyway. That was never difficult to get. What he hadn't expected was the gratification of returning the favour, the way Poe's voice goes husky with want, that laser-edged focus hazed over as he stares down at Rex... It was something else, seeing that, hearing that. And it was something else entirely to know he's the one who caused it.

He taps Poe's hip twice to get his attention and then makes a familiar hand gesture: open fire.

With that said and done, he splays one broad hand out over Poe's navel, exerting pressure more than it is holding him back and quickens his pace, hollowing his cheeks much like he'd seen Poe do for him not so long ago. ]

[ Poe can’t help himself, the tap and the motion so very Rex that a joyful breathy laugh escaped him.

Yeah. He loved this man.

And really, that was far from the worst thing that had happened to him.

He smiled down at him, raking nails over scalp appreciatevely, granted a faint reprieve from the urgency of his desire as he was hit with that surprisingly deep rush of fondness. The reprieve didn’t last very long, though. Because then Rex’s cheeks were hollowing an a moan was torn from Poe’s lips. His fingers dug sharply into Rex’s head, and it was all he could do to hold himself still as he broke, stark white pleasure slamming into his gut as he came, Rex’s name on his lips. ]

[ Rex swallows around Poe - he's always said that there's nothing for being good at anything like experience, which means he can't go wrong mimicking someone who's had leagues more experience than him - and gentles him through it before slowly pulling off, resting his chin briefly along the crook of Poe's hip.

If he looks even more at ease than before that's because, oddly enough, he is. He's always appreciated a job well done and largely prefers knowing that he can return what he's given in time. And looking up at Poe's face, the way he cried his name (which was, it must be said, extremely satisfying and worth a repeat of this whole business) and the way his taste lingers in his mouth, he's pretty damn sure he's at least returned the favour.

Finally, he draws himself up again, sliding up and along the bed over to where Poe is to wordlessly settle beside him. ]

[ He felt almost boneless - utterly and completely spent and relaxed, a deep warm feeling tingling all the way to his fingertips. Though Poe usually ran his mouth near constantly, he kept the same content silence that Rex did, and instead of saying anything just shifted a little so that Rex fit more snuggly against him.

Then he turned his head, pressing a warm kiss to Rex’s cheek, full of gratitude and fondness. Then, after a second, he pressed another, just because he could. ]

[ Apparently Rex saves his sense of humour for the bedroom, because he huffs out a quick, fond exhale, not quite a laugh but damn well close to it. It plays at the exasperation he puts on, sometimes, when Poe and Andy are getting up to hijinks that Rex pretends to disapprove of but (not so) secretly enjoys. Poe's always been more hands-on, more demonstrative than anyone else Rex has known so, he figures, it makes sense that it would extend to something like this as well.

He doesn't return the favour, but he does shift around, manhandling Poe a little to sling his arm over his shoulders. He had missed this, before joining up with Poe and Andy - camaraderie, yes, but touch too. He'd figured he'd gotten all he needed whenever Poe slipped into bed with him, just the contact of someone beside him and someone else's breathing to listen to when everything else is still. It just seems somehow more acceptable to lean into that now, in a different sort of way than it had been with any of the others.

Perhaps that's not the case. But Rex has never been one to question anything when he's got a good thing going. ]

Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

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