They’re seven and four and meeting for the first time. It’s not as though Poe does anything spectacular but when he smiles at Ben, his thoughts are some of the first positive ones Ben’s young mind has picked up in his entire existence. There’s no political talk, no trying to compare Ben to his parents, and no fear.
It’s as simple as, “Hi Ben! I’m Poe! I have some toys we can play with together.” Inside where only Ben can hear, I hope he’ll like my toys! I’m so excited to have a new friend to play with!
Poe’s excited inner thoughts, as cheerful and welcoming as his words bring a shy smile to Ben’s face and a blush to his cheeks as he reaches over and cautiously takes the older boys hand.
-
They’re twelve and nine; two best friends roaming the jungles of Yavin IV, having all sorts of adventures. Today they are a Jedi knight and a princess and Poe trapped by an evil Sith Lord with only Ben to save him.
Ben slashes the last of the enemies, represented by thorny bushes, and runs up to save his princess. “I’m here to rescue you Princess Poe!”
Poe hugs the much shorter Ben and presses a kiss to his cheek. “My hero!”
The kiss leaves Ben blushing so hard that Poe jokes he could put Yavin’s sun to shame.
-
They’re eighteen and fifteen and it’s been years since they realized friendship is no longer possible.
Ben has just hit the first of his growth spurts and now stands an inch or so taller than Poe. They haven’t seen each other in months with Ben’s Jedi training and Poe being in the academy. Ben’s worried Poe won’t like him anymore because of his new height.
Poe only grins wickedly and pulls him down for a kiss. “I like the new height; it comes with all sorts of advantages, not to mention it’s super hot.” He doesn’t tease Ben about his blush, only chases it away by pulling Ben down for a deep kiss.
-
They’re twenty-two and nineteen and it’s been two years since they’ve seen each other in person. They don’t waste any time in running at each other, kissing and touching wherever they can. Ben easily lifts Poe up into his arms with his new height and Jedi training and Poe squeaks in surprise.
“Force I love this, you’re so hot Ben.” It’s only the first of many times Poe makes Ben blush that night, not by a long shot.
-
They’re thirty-three and thirty. Kylo Ren has just defected from the First Order and he and Poe have been orbiting around each other like magnetised satellites, mostly repelling against each other.
An impromptu victory party after a great victory against the First Order has them both more drunk than they should be and sitting across from each other at a table.
Poe sighs into his glass of rum. “There’s so much I can say right now, a lot of it is not nice, and some of it might even be nice. But I am a man who always tries saying the first thing to come to mind.” He pauses as though considering his own words. “Or something like that.” Pressing on he points a finger at Kylo. “I will say one thing about the Sith. . .they look so frasking sexy! I mean those black robes are hot, they flatter you so nicely.”
Kylo finds himself wishing he had his mask to hide the way his cheeks are flaming as Poe extols all the virtues of Kylo’s current garb. The end of the night ends in a heavy make-out session that leads to an awkward morning; still it gets them talking and sets them on the road to mending what they once had.
-
They’re thirty-five and thirty-two and Ben is on his knees before Poe.
“Poe Dameron there is no more beautiful soul in the world than yours. Standing before you know I am blinded by its radiance and awed that you still allow me to bask in even a fraction of it.” Ben opens a small box and holds out a ring carved with a simple pattern of leaves. “I would be honoured, no. . .I would be eternally grateful, overjoyed, delighted, Force damned amazed, if you would accept this ring and allow me to spend my life at your side.”
The small gathering of friends and family around them claps, cheering at the proposal; all of them know what Poe’s answer will be.
Without second thought, Poe throws himself into Ben’s arms kissing the man he loves deeply. “Yes you nerf herder, of course I will.”
With a cheer their gathered family and friends celebrate the new engagement with them the whole night long.
Once the night is over, Poe and Kylo sit snuggled in bed, Poe looking at his engagement ring. “It’s really lovely Kylo.
Kylo, who is perhaps a little tipsier than normal leans forward, pressing his lips to Poe’s neck. “I got you a matching ring for my second favourite part of you.”
The comment brings a startled laugh from Poe and sees a blush rising to his cheeks. “Kylo you pervert!” That doesn’t, of course, stop them from trying it out that night in celebration.
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Fill - The Rose of Your Cheek
Date: 2016-10-29 02:45 am (UTC)-
They’re seven and four and meeting for the first time. It’s not as though Poe does anything spectacular but when he smiles at Ben, his thoughts are some of the first positive ones Ben’s young mind has picked up in his entire existence. There’s no political talk, no trying to compare Ben to his parents, and no fear.
It’s as simple as, “Hi Ben! I’m Poe! I have some toys we can play with together.” Inside where only Ben can hear, I hope he’ll like my toys! I’m so excited to have a new friend to play with!
Poe’s excited inner thoughts, as cheerful and welcoming as his words bring a shy smile to Ben’s face and a blush to his cheeks as he reaches over and cautiously takes the older boys hand.
-
They’re twelve and nine; two best friends roaming the jungles of Yavin IV, having all sorts of adventures. Today they are a Jedi knight and a princess and Poe trapped by an evil Sith Lord with only Ben to save him.
Ben slashes the last of the enemies, represented by thorny bushes, and runs up to save his princess. “I’m here to rescue you Princess Poe!”
Poe hugs the much shorter Ben and presses a kiss to his cheek. “My hero!”
The kiss leaves Ben blushing so hard that Poe jokes he could put Yavin’s sun to shame.
-
They’re eighteen and fifteen and it’s been years since they realized friendship is no longer possible.
Ben has just hit the first of his growth spurts and now stands an inch or so taller than Poe. They haven’t seen each other in months with Ben’s Jedi training and Poe being in the academy. Ben’s worried Poe won’t like him anymore because of his new height.
Poe only grins wickedly and pulls him down for a kiss. “I like the new height; it comes with all sorts of advantages, not to mention it’s super hot.” He doesn’t tease Ben about his blush, only chases it away by pulling Ben down for a deep kiss.
-
They’re twenty-two and nineteen and it’s been two years since they’ve seen each other in person. They don’t waste any time in running at each other, kissing and touching wherever they can. Ben easily lifts Poe up into his arms with his new height and Jedi training and Poe squeaks in surprise.
“Force I love this, you’re so hot Ben.” It’s only the first of many times Poe makes Ben blush that night, not by a long shot.
-
They’re thirty-three and thirty. Kylo Ren has just defected from the First Order and he and Poe have been orbiting around each other like magnetised satellites, mostly repelling against each other.
An impromptu victory party after a great victory against the First Order has them both more drunk than they should be and sitting across from each other at a table.
Poe sighs into his glass of rum. “There’s so much I can say right now, a lot of it is not nice, and some of it might even be nice. But I am a man who always tries saying the first thing to come to mind.” He pauses as though considering his own words. “Or something like that.” Pressing on he points a finger at Kylo. “I will say one thing about the Sith. . .they look so frasking sexy! I mean those black robes are hot, they flatter you so nicely.”
Kylo finds himself wishing he had his mask to hide the way his cheeks are flaming as Poe extols all the virtues of Kylo’s current garb. The end of the night ends in a heavy make-out session that leads to an awkward morning; still it gets them talking and sets them on the road to mending what they once had.
-
They’re thirty-five and thirty-two and Ben is on his knees before Poe.
“Poe Dameron there is no more beautiful soul in the world than yours. Standing before you know I am blinded by its radiance and awed that you still allow me to bask in even a fraction of it.” Ben opens a small box and holds out a ring carved with a simple pattern of leaves. “I would be honoured, no. . .I would be eternally grateful, overjoyed, delighted, Force damned amazed, if you would accept this ring and allow me to spend my life at your side.”
The small gathering of friends and family around them claps, cheering at the proposal; all of them know what Poe’s answer will be.
Without second thought, Poe throws himself into Ben’s arms kissing the man he loves deeply. “Yes you nerf herder, of course I will.”
With a cheer their gathered family and friends celebrate the new engagement with them the whole night long.
Once the night is over, Poe and Kylo sit snuggled in bed, Poe looking at his engagement ring. “It’s really lovely Kylo.
Kylo, who is perhaps a little tipsier than normal leans forward, pressing his lips to Poe’s neck. “I got you a matching ring for my second favourite part of you.”
The comment brings a startled laugh from Poe and sees a blush rising to his cheeks. “Kylo you pervert!” That doesn’t, of course, stop them from trying it out that night in celebration.