A movement in the bed behind him wakened Dean. For the briefest of split seconds, his mind darted about, wondering whose bed this was, wondering who he had gone home with, until the sweet recollections of the night before crept in. He had finally found his soulmate, he had gone home with his soulmate, he had been fucked by his soulmate, his soulmate Finn.

The arm draped around his waist tightened, pulling him in closer, lips pressed against his jaw, whispering in his ear as they pulled away.

"Good morning, gorgeous...don't get up, I'll be back in a sec."

The blond mumbled his drowsy agreement and drifted into a light doze, waking again when the smell of coffee wormed its way through the scent of sex and sweat and last night's alcohol to hit his nose.

Blinking awake, he accepted the mug a cheerful, naked Finn held out to him and shuffled upright to sit up against the headboard, drawing his feet up, still under the covers, making room for the other man to sit on the bed facing him.

"Morning."

"Hmmm...morning…"

Finn leaned forward, fingers threading through Dean's hair, pushing his sleep rumpled curls from his eyes.

"I wasn't sure how you took your coffee...if you want milk or sugar, I can…"

"No, no, this is fine."

The two sat in silence for a moment, allowing the caffeine to work it's magic.

Finn was the first to break the silence.

"How long are you in town for?"

"Next show's on Saturday, so until Friday night."

"We head out Friday morning. That's two whole days…did you have anything planned?"

"Nah, I was just gonna wing it…hang out with Cass and Enzo for a bit…maybe swing by the PC, say hi."

"Do you fancy hanging out with me instead? You will stay here, won't you? I have a taping tonight, but apart from that, I'm all yours."

Dean's heart soared at those words. Finn was all his, and he was all Finn's. He sat forward and pressed his lips to the Irishman's in a brief kiss.

"I can think of nothing I'd like more than to stay here with you. If I didn't have to check out of my hotel, I wouldn't even think of leaving this bed."

Finn set his empty mug down on the floor next to the bed and sprang to his feet, grabbing Dean and dragging him up and out of the bed. He dragged him through the apartment to the bathroom, only letting go of his hand to rummage in the cabinet for a new toothbrush and to pull a fresh towel from the shelf.

"Here, you hop in the first, and I'll go find something for you to wear."

"You're not getting in with me?"

Dean pouted at his soulmate, only to receive a light smack to the bottom and a gentle shove towards the shower door.

"No! I get in there with you and the rest of the day will be a bloody write off. Now go, get washed. Sooner we go get your things, the sooner we can get back here & get naked."

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively before disappearing out of the room.

Stepping into the shower, Dean couldn't help but laugh at Finn's choice of bodywash. He supposed that he shouldn't really be surprised that a man with such joie de vivre would own Yoda shower gel.

Dean showered quickly, eager to get on with the rest of his day. A few more chuckles escaped hims as he completed his ablutions, noticing the Darth Vader soap dispenser that sat on the side of the sink. Deciding to skip shaving, he wrapped the surprisingly plain towel Finn had left him around his waist and headed back towards the bedroom.

Finn was stood with his back to the door in front of his dresser. Quietly, Dean snuck up behind him and leaning forward, swept his wet hair across Finn's bare neck, making the older man yelp in surprise.

"Jesus Christ! You scared me!"

Dean slid his arms round Finn's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

"Sorry babe. Couldn't resist."

Finn wriggled in Dean's embrace to get enough room to free himself before the temptation to sink back against the other man's warm body grew too much to resist.

"I'm going to go get washed now, I've left you some stuff on the bed, I think it should fit ok…"

With that, he grabbed a pile of clothing for himself and headed off to the bathroom, leaving Dean to dress.

He sat on the edge of the bed to see what Finn had picked out for him. Thankfully it was nothing so loud as the bright purple Bayley shirt Finn had been wearing last night, just a simple black slogan shirt and a pair of dark grey basketball shorts. No underwear, though Finn had been going commando, so perhaps he had none to lend. Dean merely shrugged before slipping the shorts on and using the antiperspirant that had been left out before putting on his sneakers while it dried.

Finn returned to the room, showered and dressed just as Dean was pulling the shirt over his head, smiling from the doorway at the sight of his soulmate wearing his clothes.

"You look good in that shirt."

Dean glanced down, reading the text printed on his chest.

"Rey…Finn…Poe…huh…you really are a big fan aren't you? Not that I didn't guess from your bathroom…does that make me your Rey?"

"Since she's a girl, hardly…but you can be my Poe any day."

Finn's flirtatious smile soon turned to a scandalised gasp as Dean responded.

"He's a dude, right?"

"He's a dude?! Of course he's a…wait. You have seen The Force Awakens haven't you?"

"Yes…I've seen it and yes, I know Poe's a guy. Wipe that look off your face now though, I am not roleplaying Stormpilot with you…"

"Be still my heart! He knows the ship name!"

"Not completely ignorant of popular culture over here, despite what the company would have the public believe."

"They do love to make us into caricatures, don't they?"

The pair made their way into the living room, Dean fishing his wallet and phone from his jacket, Finn grabbing a set of car keys from a hook near the door. They moved around each other effortlessly, the ease of their interaction a gift of the soulmate bond.

Ready to leave, Dean handed Finn his crutches, ready to resume the charade, exchanging them for the car keys and driving duties.

About to open the door, Finn paused, turning to Dean.

"You ready for this? We step outside here and there's a chance we could get spotted. Might be a photographer lurking still at your hotel, might just be a kid with their phone. They'll probably work out that we're together."

Dean leaned in and planted a soft kiss to the mark exposed on Finn's outstretched arm.

"Isn't that the whole point? I mean, I am wearing your clothes…"

Finn smiled sheepishly, a tiny blush creeping over his cheeks.

"I can find you something less conspicuous if you want…"

"No way! I'm plenty happy to show you off and tell the world that you're my soulmate. We're going to get into that little car of yours, head to my hotel, you're gonna hobble in with me to get my things and then afterwards, we're going out for breakfast. If we get spotted, we get spotted. Then we're coming back here to find an illegal download of The Force Awakens and make out on the couch until you have to go to the arena and it's going to be fucking awesome…now let's get this show on the road!"

Opening the door, Finn gave Dean a gentle prod with one of his crutches, following him out into the morning sunshine.

"Copy, Black Leader."

This was a story of soulmates finding each other, and now that they have, we'll be leaving them...not forever though. There'll be a few timestamps in this verse on down the road :D

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