Kylo|Ben/Poe Dameron Prompt-a-Thon

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FILL - Text #1

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It starts with a dick pic.

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Ben is drunk, more than a little tired, and beyond ready to collapse for the night when his phone goes off. Poe’s ringtone. He absent-mindedly clears the lock screen as he chugs down a glass of water, wondering what on earth Poe could have to say when they parted ways less than an hour ago.

The answer is that there’s nothing being said. It’s a picture. Ben chokes.

The picture is of Poe - or at least, Ben assumes it is. Instead of a face, all Ben can see is a bare chest, the same shade of warm brown that Poe is, casually posed over bedsheets. Below that is a pair of unbuttoned dark wash jeans slung low, the waistband of orange boxers straining over sharp hips. In the center of the frame is a hand wrapped around a cock, blurred slightly mid-stroke. There’s a tension in his arm that means it must feel as good as it looks, and it’s almost visceral how frantic the whole thing is. Ben stares, mesmerized by the light catching on precum slipping over Poe’s fingers.

“What the fuck?” Ben hisses, double-checking that he didn’t miss something, but no, it’s definitely from Poe, and there is absolutely no precursor to the image to be found. The last text Poe had sent him had arrived hours ago, confirming their earlier meet-up with Poe’s friends at the bar.

Ben frowns at his phone, thumbs frozen over the digital keyboard and still unable to completely tear his eyes from the image before him. His stomach clenches with arousal. But, fuck. Why would Poe send this to him? Ben rewinds through the evening, remembers nothing out of the ordinary, just a normal night with the friend he’d known for years. Maybe Poe hadn’t meant to send it to him at all.

The thought is like a douse of ice water over him. Ben shoves the phone aside, face down beside his bedside lamp, and scrubs at his face. Better not to respond now, when he doesn't know what to say, or if it was even meant for him. He imagines Poe on the other side of the line, anxiously hoping the timestamped “Read at” notification didn't evolve into an ominous ellipsis, heralding Ben's acknowledgment of an embarrassing blunder.

Ben turns out the light and tries to put it out of mind. In the morning, Poe hasn't said anything else.

He doesn't delete the picture.

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(Co-written with @fromstars. TBC.)

Re: FILL - Text #1

[artemis10002000]

I'm making all the happy squeaky noises here! This is perfect!

Re: FILL - Text #1

[(Anonymous)]

I looove this. Great fill!