So what I’m hearing is that I need to triple the smart-ass. Got it.
[ Poe hums thoughtfully, like this makes complete, reasonable sense. As Peter’s hands move down Poe’s arms, Poe just relaxes even more, sighing happily as he relishes every bit of attention. ]
[ With all the immediacy of someone who fully intends to follow through, but all the fondness of someone who means exactly none of it.
He keeps up his ministrations, trying to knead away the worst of what’s sure to be a persistent ache for the next few days]
Think of the Resistance, Dameron. They’ll have to get a new poster boy if all your teeth are knocked out, and your recruitment numbers will absolutely tank.
... He’s definitely had that particular private thought about Poe enough times that he would likely reach triple digits, but— that smug look on the guy’s face tells Peter that he must’ve spoken it aloud, too.
Ugh.
Ugh.
Poe will never let him live that down.
It’s why Peter’s expression sours. He playfully plants a hand on Poe’s face, just to hide that shit-eating grin from himself, and shoves him onto the bed. ]
That jawline’s gonna be a puffy mess if you don’t shut your trap.
[ He gives the guy a considering look, as if to size him up and do a bit of mental math.
Then, decisively, ]
Actually, I probably could.
[ Admittedly, not that high or far, but enough of a distance to definitely call it throwing.
Peter works out. It helps pass the time when he’s going from one job to another. Plus, it helps give him an edge when he has to fight his way out of a shitty job. People tend to underestimate him, which he hates, but he uses it to his advantage when it comes to caving in faces. ]
[ Poe considers him through narrowed eyes, pausing for a second or two...
And then he seems to decide that Peter is mostly accurate. Peter is strong, and trying to argue that would be dumb as hell, and he's also got Poe on a few inches up and around. Poe's definitely got strength in the right places and when he needs it, but he's also probably light enough that Peter could haul him up and give him a good toss.
Another pause... ]
You know, if you just complimented me outright, we wouldn't even be talking about throwing people.
[ Peter is a contrary asshole at the best of times, which is why when he sees Poe trying to pull himself up, Peter just tries to shove him again. It's light, though, without much force – more for show than any real intent to keep the guy down. ]
It's 'cause you're acting like we're in some trashy romance.
Anyway. The fact that I can fuck your brains out should be more than enough to inspire you.
[ And he echoes the words back in a mocking voice. ]
[ Of course, Poe is exaggerating how hard Peter's shove hits him, but he flops back down on the bed, giving Peter an unimpressed look for a prolonged moment. ]
That is pretty inspiring, but I'm just saying. You can fuck my brains out and tell me I'm pretty.
[ Obviously, he prefers "handsome" and "dashing," but also, he likes fucking with Peter. ]
[ Poe pushes himself up on his elbows, blinking owlishly at Peter (still exaggerating). ]
You're saying that I don't tell you how good you look? Because I swear I must have told you a thousand times how hard it is to take my eyes off of you as soon as you step in a room, starboy.
[ ... He may be playing this up, but it's also pretty true. ]
[ He raises a knee, propping up his elbow and resting his chin in his palm. One corner of his mouth tugs up in a close-mouthed, largely unimpressed smile. ]
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[ Another quiet hum, but more agreeing, this time. Poe seems good, and far be it from Peter to question it while the guy is still riding out the high.
Probably a better to check in later, when Poe starts coming down from it.
He moves on to carefully pressing into the muscles of Poe’s biceps; the guy struggled pretty hard, earlier. ]
You’re all floppy and quiet and have the smart-ass turned down pretty low. I kinda like it.
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[ Poe hums thoughtfully, like this makes complete, reasonable sense. As Peter’s hands move down Poe’s arms, Poe just relaxes even more, sighing happily as he relishes every bit of attention. ]
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[ With all the immediacy of someone who fully intends to follow through, but all the fondness of someone who means exactly none of it.
He keeps up his ministrations, trying to knead away the worst of what’s sure to be a persistent ache for the next few days]
Think of the Resistance, Dameron. They’ll have to get a new poster boy if all your teeth are knocked out, and your recruitment numbers will absolutely tank.
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Yeah, where else are they going to find another jawline that could cut glass?
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... He’s definitely had that particular private thought about Poe enough times that he would likely reach triple digits, but— that smug look on the guy’s face tells Peter that he must’ve spoken it aloud, too.
Ugh.
Ugh.
Poe will never let him live that down.
It’s why Peter’s expression sours. He playfully plants a hand on Poe’s face, just to hide that shit-eating grin from himself, and shoves him onto the bed. ]
That jawline’s gonna be a puffy mess if you don’t shut your trap.
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No, no, no. [ In between snorts. ] You've got all these nice things to say about my face. I wanna hear them, c'mon.
[ He stays where he is, grinning up at Peter. ]
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I will actually throw you out, Dameron. Literally just huck you off my ship and keep your clothes as compensation for having to put up with you.
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Psh, you couldn't throw me.
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Then, decisively, ]
Actually, I probably could.
[ Admittedly, not that high or far, but enough of a distance to definitely call it throwing.
Peter works out. It helps pass the time when he’s going from one job to another. Plus, it helps give him an edge when he has to fight his way out of a shitty job. People tend to underestimate him, which he hates, but he uses it to his advantage when it comes to caving in faces. ]
So you really shouldn’t tempt me.
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And then he seems to decide that Peter is mostly accurate. Peter is strong, and trying to argue that would be dumb as hell, and he's also got Poe on a few inches up and around. Poe's definitely got strength in the right places and when he needs it, but he's also probably light enough that Peter could haul him up and give him a good toss.
Another pause... ]
You know, if you just complimented me outright, we wouldn't even be talking about throwing people.
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[ ... not that Peter reacts any differently, but, hey. It's different, on account of it being Peter.
He reaches out to tousle Poe's hair, making a bigger mess of his already wild curls. ]
If your head gets any bigger, it'll break your neck.
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He should probably get a haircut. ]
Hey, gotta enjoy it now, and you never know...
[ He pushes his hair back, and then rests a hand dramatically on his chest and with a lofty tone, ]
Your sweet words could be the inspiration I need to get me through another firefight.
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Then he plants his hand on Poe's face and pushes him again. ]
You're gonna make me puke.
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[ This DISRESPECT.
He catches Peter's wrist, tugging at him and trying to haul himself back upright. ]
C'mon, what is with this rudeness?
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It's 'cause you're acting like we're in some trashy romance.
Anyway. The fact that I can fuck your brains out should be more than enough to inspire you.
[ And he echoes the words back in a mocking voice. ]
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[ Of course, Poe is exaggerating how hard Peter's shove hits him, but he flops back down on the bed, giving Peter an unimpressed look for a prolonged moment. ]
That is pretty inspiring, but I'm just saying. You can fuck my brains out and tell me I'm pretty.
[ Obviously, he prefers "handsome" and "dashing," but also, he likes fucking with Peter. ]
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[ And he says it with an affected pout, arms crossed over his chest. ]
All I do is give and give and give. It's all feelin' pretty one-sided.
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[ Poe gasps, playing up his shock. ]
Are you saying I don't tell you how goddamn gorgeous you are all the time?
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It's exactly what I'm saying, yeah.
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You're saying that I don't tell you how good you look? Because I swear I must have told you a thousand times how hard it is to take my eyes off of you as soon as you step in a room, starboy.
[ ... He may be playing this up, but it's also pretty true. ]
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All the cadets must go wild for that line, huh?
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[ why are u so mean to him ]
I'm not trying to hit you with any lines. I'm just trying to share my feelings, and you're making it pretty hard.
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And because he's actually a twelve-year-old, ]
I make a lot of things pretty hard for you. Kinda the reason you keep coming back, huh?