Summary: That one time FN-2187 made friends (and more) with a geeky radar technician…
Ignorance is bliss, but when "Matt's" undercover stint comes to an end, it will be time for some real talk with real folks. Until then, have fun making out in the supplies closet, FN-2187.

Notes: Written for Day 1 of Finnlo Appreciation Week on Tumblr: pre-TFA
This is a fill for this wonderful prompt on the TFA Kink Meme:
While Kylo Ren is under as Matt the Radar Technician, the only one that's genuinely nice to him is Finn/FN-2187. Finn is totally oblivious to Matt actually being Kylo Ren despite how obvious Kylo Ren is about it. They both get pretty close (kissing, mutual hand-jobs, and/or oral.) Then, after Kylo's stint as Matt he still has feelings for Finn.
This could be pure crack, funny, cute or sexy or all of the above!

Chapter 1

This wasn't to say that FN-2187 had fallen in love at first sight, but…

Sanitation sucked, '87 decided as he lugged a trash bag that was nearly his own size down one of the endless, depressingly identic corridors. It wasn't really a surprise, the greenhorns being given the most awful jobs, that's how it went everywhere, but it sucked anyway. And he had no idea how he was even going to fit this bag into the trash compactor chute.

He couldn't see what was happening further down the hallway, the trash bag blocked his view, but there was an indignant, "hey!" and the sound of something metallic being kicked and skittering away, then cruel laughter.

"Oh look, it's Phasma's pet, taking out the trash," the one who had been laughing the loudest sniped. A moment later '87's giant bag was jostled and ended up on the floor, revealing three snickering Stormtroopers and a gleeful junior officer.

If it had been just the Stormtroopers '87 might have said something, after all he was the leader of his fire squad, but he couldn't get in trouble with an officer. Captain Phasma had been having a far too close eye on him ever since she learned of him watching out for Slip.

So he waited until they were gone, and unhappily surveyed the spilled contents of the bag.

A blond man in a grey overall and orange vest approached him, looking very stressed and just all around unhappy with everything. "They kicked my hydrospanner away, and I think it got buried by your trash!" he snapped, all indignantly disgruntled as if '87 had dropped the trash just to spite him.

'87 gave him a sympathetic look. "You're new to being hazed, huh?"

His name was Matt, and he was a Radar Technician.

Matt had to be the most hapless person FN-2187 had ever met, and '87's best friend was FN-they-are-coming-at-you-from-the-right-no-your-other-right-2003.

'87 found it a bit painful to watch how desperately Matt tried to fit in, yet was shunned by everyone. It reminded him far too much of his own situation, though for the life of him he couldn't say why people avoided Matt. It wasn't like he was the star pupil, more like the exact opposite.

"He's great," he told Slip one night when they were sitting on the bottom bunk bed chatting before lights out. "I don't get why nobody likes him. Sure, he's clumsy, and he can work himself into a rage over the weirdest things, especially when people say bad things about Kylo Ren, but…"

"Well, I would too, if people insulted me to my face. Or my not-face."

'87 blinked at him. "But they're not even insulting him. He gets most mad when they're being rude about Kylo Ren." '87 sighed despondently. "I think he's got a crush on him."

"But…" Slip looked confused, then hesitant, and shrugged. "Yeah, sure, you're right."

Much to '87's dismay, Matt kept talking about how ripped Kylo Ren was, though '87 had no clue how he could know that. He tried hard not to think about how Matt could know that, he was jealous enough that Matt never talked about how ripped he was.

FN-2187 had resigned himself to being invisible to Matt in that way when his friend offered to help him search for some cleaning supplies, and it was all going well even with the supplies room being so tiny they were all but pressed against another as they searched the shelves.

Then the door shut, though it never did that on its own, '87 had been in dozens of such closet-like rooms and that just didn't happen, you had to push the button, but they couldn't have bumped into it since the door opener in the room was currently bro…

He gaped at Matt in mute horror – he'd taken off the helmet and dumped it on a shelf before they began their search. "The door opener's broken. We're stuck." He groaned. "That was the first thing we learned - don't ever get locked in anywhere." '87 gulped. "At least we've got light, that works by motion sensor."

Sanitation duty had been the punishment for his inappropriate mercy, but if he kept being so clumsy it would be well-deserved.

Matt pushed up his glasses, he was looking annoyed again, but also oddly determined. "Look," he said tersely, "stop focusing on the door and…" He snapped his mouth shut. He looked very tense and pale, and maybe a little like he was about to be sick from sheer nerves.

FN-2187 thought it was kind of silly to get panicky over being locked into a supplies room, but Matt got weird about the funniest things, so he shouldn't be surprised. "Let me just comm Slip and he'll get us.. Hmpf!"

Lips pressed against his own silenced him.

Maybe locking themselves in had been the smartest thing they ever did.

to be continued