Everywhere you go... (For flyboytwopointoh)

[beeping_flyboi]

Grounded. Not in the teenage boy caught smoking behind the science lab sense, but in the very much adult man can't get into the cockpit because the Powers That Be say it's too dangerous to fly in a storm sense.

Which left Poe twitchy and grumpy to say the least. He tried to distract himself, but the cabin by the lake only had so many magazines and he'd already flicked through them all. On a good day, the remote fishing spot was busy with tourists and locals, stopping by and asking for a pilot to take them up into the mountains, around the shore or over to the island for a range of leisure, and sometimes less legal, activities.

Today was not a good day.

"What's the point in even being here? I could just go home."

He didn't want to go home. He wanted to fly.

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[flyboytwopointoh]

Ben had been living up by the lake for most of his adult life. He still went into the city as needed for his job. But for the most part, he enjoyed his time in peace.

He opened the door to the cabin that Poe was in, carrying a bag of dinner for the two of them. Plus some local beer.

"Poe? Are you here or have you dissolved into a pile of sadness?"

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Sighing, Poe chucked the magazine he'd been flicking through back onto the coffee table and sank down in his seat. He looked up at his friend with big, sad eyes, though he was exaggerating it a bit now.

"Both," he replied glumly.

There was nothing better than being up in the sky, looking down at the world in miniature. From down here everything was so much bigger.

"What did you get?" He pushed himself up in the chair again, his attention on the bag. "I'm ready to comfort eat now."

[flyboytwopointoh]

Ben laughed and shook his head. He set down the bag and began to take out containers. He smiled at Poe and then tossed his hair out of his eyes.

"Now I can't have you melting away into nothing. You just got here. And who will keep me company?"

He went to get plates and forks them. And of course the bottle opener. "Sandwiches from that little shop, some macaroni and cheese and of course that cake you like."

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"I'll leave you BB8. She'll keep you company and keep your place mouse free. She's actually a better deal than me being here, when you look at it..."

He couldn't help but smile back up at Ben though. Lately, Poe had been suspecting that his feelings towards his friend were getting stronger. At first he'd thought it was a like a brother kind of deal, but then he had that dream. That was definitely not a brotherly thing, what they did in that dream.

Now, the strangest of things made Poe's stomach flip, like the way Ben's hair would fall into his eyes and he would toss his head to get it out again. It was torture, and heaven.

He leaned forward to pull back the corner of a container and peak inside. "Perfect. I only come and see you for that cake, really."

[flyboytwopointoh]

"Oh you did? I know where I stand to you then." Ben was smiling as he watched Poe. He opened a bottle of beer and then handed it to the other man.

He watched Poe as he got their meal set out. He was feeling more. That he wanted more. But they were just friends right? But he wanted to know what Poe's skin tasted like, what he felt like under those clothes.

[beeping_flyboi]

"Yep. It goes cake," he held his hand up, flat, level with his eyes. Then he slid his other hand underneath that one to demonstrate the level of priority. There was a small gap between them but after a second's thought, he raised the lower hand until his knuckles met the palm of his upper hand, "then you. It's very close, at least."

He smiled and set about the food laid out, digging into the macaroni cheese. Maybe it wasn't so bad, being grounded. At least he could spend time with Ben. He reached for his beer and took a swig. Maybe he should tell him?

"... Ben. I need to say something and it's-" Suddenly a flicker of light lit the room, instantly followed by a loud booming noise. "-Shit. The storms right over us!"

[flyboytwopointoh]

Ben took a sip of his beer as he watched Poe. There was clear amusement on his face at his friend's antics. He wanted to tell him, to get it all off his chest.

But would Poe reject him? It would break his heart, but he would be able to manage.

At the large clap of thunder, Ben couldn't help but smile. He stood up and went to Poe's side of the table. He tugged his friend up to his feet and pulled him outside. They'd both be soaked, but he wouldn't have any secrets from Poe after this.

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Letting himself get pulled along by whatever spontaneous moment this was, Poe held on to Ben's hand even after he got the idea that he was supposed to follow him. He'd pretend he forgot to let go in the moment if he had to, that he hadn't even noticed they were still holding each other.

In reality, though, he was so keenly aware of the warmth of the taller man's hand in his. The gentle tug and softness of his palm. In actual fact, Poe was so focused on that that he didn't even realise he's been led outside until he felt the cold rain on his face.

"What?" He laughed and looked up at Ben. "What're we doing out here?"

[flyboytwopointoh]

Ben didn't let go of Poe's hand either. He smiled at the other man, his hair plastered to his forehead and face. He looked upward after a moment and let out a soft breath.

He didn't release Poe's hand as he raised his other hand and the rain that was falling down on them... It stopped, but it kept falling around them. The storm kept raging around them. But it was calm in a six foot circumference around them.

"I can control storms. I can create them or moved them away from myself and those I want."

Ben looked at Poe, his heart was beating so fast in his chest. One of his last secrets from his friend.

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Dumbfounded, Poe stood with his hand in Ben's as the other man raised his arm up. At first he thought that it was a funny coincidence that the rain stopped as he did it. One of those moments of dumb luck that sometimes just happen.

Slowly, he looked around. The rain still fell heavily about them, it thundered just a few feet away from him, churning up the mud in the grass. He looked up, a column of clear sky.

"Wha-How?" He blinked at Ben, his grip on his hand tighter in his confusion. "What do you mean, you can control storms? I don't-" He broke off and looked about himself again, at the perfect, dry circle around them. He sounded like a stuck record, getting more and more agitated as he looked again at his friend's face. "How?"

[flyboytwopointoh]

"Magic. Which is just a type of science that we can't fully explain yet. It runs in the family. Dad's stupidly good luck, Mom's well... Everything. Uncle Luke has an ability closest to mine, but his is over just water." Ben explained after a moment.

He didn't know what he would do if Poe decided to never see him again because of this. He trusted his friend... His... Sometimes he didn't know what they were. But he wanted more with him somehow. Desperately.

Ben swallowed and waited, his heart pounding in his chest.

[beeping_flyboi]

"Magic?" he blinked. Magic... Well, yes, clearly.

Slowly, he uncurled his fingers from around Ben's hand. They felt a little stiff and achy from how tight he'd been clinging on. He took a step away from the other man and then cautiously put his hand out of the ring and into the pouring rain.

"Technically, you are controlling water," he pointed up at the sky with the same hand he'd just put into the rain. "The rainclouds... Like your uncle."

He'd met Luke a couple of times. He seemed nice. A little scary and grumpy on first impressions, definitely eccentric, but harmless.

"What about the rest of it? The lightning?"

[flyboytwopointoh]

Ben watched Poe, hoping that the man wasn't going to run. It would break his heart, but he would get on. Some how...

But then he was asking more questions and he smiled. He flushed and nodded before moving his hand. A bolt of lightning came down a few feet from where Poe was standing.

"I can." was the answer.

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The lightning snaked down in a jagged line in front of his eyes and even though Poe knew it was happening in a split second it felt like slow motion. One of those moments where your heart is in your mouth and you can see the terrible thing as it happens but there's nothing you can do to stop it. But the terrible thing didn't happen - he didn't get hit. Instead there was a crack and sparks and soil flew up as the bolt hit the ground at his feet.

He jumped. And shrieked. Not a manly shriek either.

Panting a little, he stared at Ben. His heard was racing. For a moment he couldn't speak.

"... You're dangerous..." Then he grinned and started to laugh.

[flyboytwopointoh]

"Is that a good thing?" Ben asked. He wasn't quite sure how to read the situation before him. Did Poe like the danger?

He let the barrier around them drop and once again the rain started falling around them.

He wasn't sure if he needed to start pacing or packing his bags. Ben hated that he couldn't get a proper read on this situation. It was just... Just... he didn't quite know.

[beeping_flyboi]

Was it a good thing? Common sense said probably not. But when had Poe listened to his common sense?

He started back towards him, not entirely sure what he was going to do. Grab him? Hug him? ... Kiss him? Suddenly, the rain fell on him again like a roof over his head had been pulled away. He cried out at the downpour, looking up at the gray sky for a moment, before making the last couple of strides towards Ben, straight into his personal space.

"You're insane!" he laughed and grabbed the other man by the tops of his arms, shaking him a little in mixed up excitement. "I love it!"

[flyboytwopointoh]

Ben laughed and then smiled at Poe. He didn't... He didn't quite know what to do next. Did he want to kiss the other man? He certainly did. But honestly, he was a little too worried about Poe's reaction to act on his feelings.

"Not that insane. But dangerous yes. And you like danger... Don't you?"

His heart was pounding so hard in his chest and he... Ben wasn't sure what he wanted. But he knew he wanted Poe.

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"Yeah," he nodded, pressing his mouth together in thought. "Yeah, I do like danger."

It was true after all. He chased it. It was why he flew.

He looked up at the taller man, at his hair plastered to his face, his face wet from the storm. A droplet of water rolled over his lips and Poe couldn't stop staring. He licked rain from his own mouth and swallowed, before his gaze met Ben's eyes.

"So, what now then? Are we finishing dinner or do you have anything else to show me?"

Was it a moment? It felt like a moment.

[flyboytwopointoh]

Ben stared at Poe. He swallowed before moving his wet hair out of his face. He had always been drawn to Poe, gravitated to him. He couldn't deny the attraction that he felt. That he ached for.

He cupped Poe's face in his hands and before he could talk himself out of it... Ben leaned in and kissed him. Even as the rain fell around them.

The groan that escaped him was one of pent up desire and need. Ben pulled back from the kiss and pressed their brows together.

"We could go reheat lunch." He offered in way of an answer.

[beeping_flyboi]

Ben's hands cupped his face and Poe felt his heart in his throat. He could barely breathe as he looked up at Ben with begging eyes. His friend drew closer and a soft, expectant sound escaped his lips a moment before they met.

It seemed to last an eternity and a second at once. Poe's hands tightened, fisting in Ben's soaked shirt, not wanting to let go. He felt dazed as the other man's forehead touched his. Despite being soaked to the bone his mouth was dry. He nodded, his fingers uncurling from their grip.

"Y-yeah..." He agreed. What was he agreeing to?

[flyboytwopointoh]

Without another word, Ben took Poe's hand and pulled him back into the cabin. Where it was dry and warm. He didn't want to leave Poe alone. But they both needed a towel. He dropped Poe's hand and went to get them towels and fresh shirts.

He returned to where he had left Poe and handed him a towel and shirt. Ben moved to strip off his own soaked shirt and carefully dry off before pulling on the new shirt. His attention was turned to lunch to reheat it.

He was still so nervous. Did Poe even want the kiss? Had he overstepped his bounds? He swallowed as he put the container of mac & cheese in the microwave.

[beeping_flyboi]

Poe was completely disorientated, he had felt for much of the last... hour or so? How long had they been outside in the rain, marvelling at Ben's ability? As incredible as that had been, it was what had happened just moments ago that really had him in a tailspin.

Maybe he was dreaming? Poe peeled off his soaked shirt and towelled himself dry as he watched his friend do the same. It was only when Ben walked away that he could tear his gaze away to be able to put the towel over his head and rub his hair dry.

If this was a dream, what harm would it do to do what he wanted to so badly? And if it wasn't, Ben had started it. It was win-win, surely.

Not even bothering to put the dry shirt on, he followed Ben into the kitchen. His hair was still wet in places, while other curls were dry and fluffed up from the towel. He wasn't even thinking about the way he looked though.

"Ben..." He came up behind him, reaching out to touch his waist nervously.

[flyboytwopointoh]

Ben paused in what he was doing and turned to look at Poe. He swallowed and then gave him a shy smile.

This didn't seem like anger or upset. But he wasn't sure. He could be completely misreading the situation. He... All of this was almost too overwhelming. Too much. But he had to keep himself steady. He had to.

"Hungry still?" Was the question when Ben finally found his voice again.

[beeping_flyboi]

Standing in Ben's personal space like that, there was no hiding the fact that they were closer than normal when the taller man turned around. Poe's hand stayed on his waist and he looked up at him. He could feel his heart racing. What if this wasn't a dream? What if Ben regretted kissing him and was trying to pretend it didn't happen?

"Yeah..." He nodded, then pushed himself up on his toes to kiss Ben again.

[flyboytwopointoh]

Ben was startled by the kiss, but... He relaxed into it, one hand moving to settle on Poe's shoulder. His bare shoulder. A shiver ran through him at the contact. He wanted to learn more about Poe, all about him... He wanted to know what he liked, how to make him groan, make his knees weak.

He nipped at the other man's bottom lip as the kiss ended. Far too soon, it was always far too soon.

"Do that again."