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11:55 p.m.
Finn was, for what was one of the first times in his life, content. He and Poe had been seeing each other for a few month by now, going on small, fun dates or hanging out at each others apartments. Tonight was no exception, as they sat huddled together on the small couch in the living room of Finn's small apartment. BB, who more or less had become his dog too, was curled on a blanket by their feet. Finn was eternally grateful for that little puppy for bringing him Poe. Finn smiled to himself. It felt like home, finally.
"What'cha thinking about?" Poe questioned, looking up at the other man from where his head was laying on his chest.
"Definitely not about you, nosy." Finn laughed, taking Poe's hand as he mocked an expression of hurt. "Or, you know, about how grateful I am to be with you tonight. And every other night."
Poe beamed up at him in the way that only Poe could, kissing the back of his hand. Their entire relationship had always felt natural, like they were meant to find each other. Everything came easy, something neither were used to, but something they were incredibly grateful for.
"You know, I think I'm pretty lucky too, buddy." Poe replied.
Suddenly, a little ball of excited fluff was licking both of their faces and jumping all over the pair, apparently jealous that he wasn't getting any attention. Both Poe and Finn immediately burst into giggles, sinking further into the couch and only doing more to excite the little dog.
"Yes, BB, you're great too." Finn managed to get out through his laugh while petting the little dog.
They were interrupted when loud cheering began on the television, realizing that they were seconds away from the ball drop and the beginning of a fresh new year. They turned their attention back to the screen as the countdown started.
10!
Finn wrapped his arm around Poe's shoulder, bringing him closer.
9, 8, 7!
Poe was quietly counting along with the crowd on the screen, smiling. Finn paid more attention to him than to them.
6, 5, 4!
Finn Took Poe's hand in his own.
3, 2, 1!
"Happy New Year, baby." Finn says, almost quietly, looking down at Poe's face.
Poe smiles back at him. "Happy New Year, Finn."
Poe leans up, their lips meeting. Finn places a hand on the other mans face and runs a finger along his cheekbone, and he is yet again overcome by an emotion he can only describe as home.