Rex / Andy / Poe Freelance Heroes AU

[flightforfreedom]

 

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:
Bounty Posters
 

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[flightforfreedom]

[ 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...

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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...

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

[flightforfreedom]

[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]