This is the sequel to Found Cat that nobody was waiting for. It was supposed to be porn, but it’s not. (The porn is still coming. HAR HAR. I didn’t mean that when I wrote it but I’m leaving it now.)
It’s the story of where Poe was between chapter 5, when he asks Finn to cat-sit because he’s going away overnight, and midway through chapter 6, when he comes home and finds Rey climbing his furniture.
It’s Poe’s POV, and you’d think I’d take that chance to really delve into his backstory. I didn’t do that, though. It’s Poe’s mariachi band taking a road trip and giving him shit about his dating life but, ultimately, being supportive.
A Little White Dove With Black Eyes, 6k, gen.
[tw for one brief panic attack.]
The flutist stepped in and patted his face. “And he can keep his mouth shut, what a nice change.”
Poe had to laugh at that. Another girl said, “I couldn’t help but admire your hands,” and it was one of the least subtle come-ons he’d ever gotten. And she was super hot, and these were cool chicks, and the Poe of a few months before would have happily taken up the invitation to hang out and probably more that was clearly being extended here.
“Hands are important in this business,” Julie said, and put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m gonna head back with the others. I can tell them you’re okay here?”
“I like a respectful man with strong hands,” the girl said, and Poe grinned at her and then looked at Julie, and made a decision. If he wasn’t letting himself sleep with Finn, he wasn’t letting himself hook up with attractive strangers in distant cities either.
“Girl,” he said, squinting sort of regretfully at her, “so do I,” and everyone laughed.
“Aw,” the woman said, “are you gay?”
Poe grimaced. “Kind of,” he said. “Mostly. Sorry?”
“Oh, it fucking figures,” she said, but then laughed, shaking her head a little. “You can still come hang out, I wasn’t being quite that mercenary.”
“You know, if I didn’t have an early morning tomorrow, I would be all over that,” Poe said with genuine regret, and held his hand out to Julie. “I’m coming back with you, darling.”
When they were out of earshot, Julie said, “You’re not mostly gay, though?” He’d been disaster-on-again-off-again-dating a woman when she’d met him, and he’d always been conscientious about pointing out that he was bi not gay because he hated getting lumped into categories he really didn’t fit in, and also it was kind of a new idea for him, to have something to call what he was.
Poe sighed. “Bi takes too long to explain,” he said.
Julie slid him a look, because she’d heard the explanation more than once, and as they approached the others, said, “You’re really gone on that kid, huh?”
“I’m so fucked,” Poe admitted, rubbing his face.