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Poe Dameron knew he was an idiot. He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. When they were on the roof, he had thought that there was something between him and Finn. It was stupid of course, but he had though at the very least that they were getting close as friends. Yet, Finn was still on about Rey. Still worried about Rey, his "first friend". And what was Poe exactly?
Room-mate. Obviously just a room mate. In the end he knew it wasn't Finn's fault that he liked someone else. Finn was allowed to like anyone he pleased obviously. However, that didn't mean that it was going to sit kindly for Poe. Because if he was honest with himself he didn't just like Finn anymore, this wasn't just some cutie he wanted to bang, or flirt with. He was in love with Finn. He wasn't sure when it happened but, over the course of Finn's stay his crush had gotten a little too serious.
He looked at the ship awaiting them both in the hanger bay. He loaded his gear on the ship, and he could feel Finn glancing at him as he did. Poe looked glumly at the piece of junk he was being ask to fly. A small yet fairly fast transport junker. It handled like garbage though. Leia eyed him sharply standing at the edge of the hanger doors. While Poe packed his last bag into the storage compartment of the ship
"Keep him safe," she said.
"I know," he said looking at his feet.
"Don't do anything reckless. And while your in Naboo, can you sell the extra parts I put in the ship crate?"
"Yea, sure," he said vaguely waving at what Leia liked to pretend was ship.
"And Poe, please forgive Finn."
"Yea," he said quietly and entered the ship. He could feel Leia's eyes pressing into him, and hoping for reconciliation.
He really should forgive him. He knew he was petty, stupid, and in love. As he closed the ship doors behind him he couldn't bring his eyes to Finn sitting in one of the passenger seats. He headed to the pilots seat, and began the ignition sequence. He took and big breathe and tried his best to keep focused. It was lucky that flying was his forte. He was still able to fly adequately even when his thoughts were else where. He knew there wouldn't be much to do till they reached Naboo. The ship had an automatic pilot mode once you punched in the navigation coordinates. Once the ship was comfortably cruising, he sighed. Looking to the door. He knew Finn was probably feeling guilty, and in typical Finn fashion staring at his hands. He should sleep, if he could fall asleep. Not much time had passed since their argument, but somehow it had exhausted him. Perhaps, that was just his heart break talking.
Poe set the shield on high alert for any danger,and looked at BB8. "Wake me if anything happens."
BB8 beeped softly in agreement.
Poe opened the doors and felt Finn's gaze on him.Finn seemed super distressed, the edge of his shirt twisted in his hands. Dammit, it wasn't supposed to be like this.
"Poe, can we talk?" he whispered.
Poe just shrugged, and sat across from him. Damn Finn, he couldn't even bear making him sad. Finn pulled his strings, and it just wasn't fair. His eyes refused to make contact despite, the draw he felt to look into them.
"You've got two minutes before I take a nap," Poe mumbled.He finally met Finn's eyes that seemed swept with relief. His eyes were beautiful, ugh that just wasn't fair.
"Poe what I said earlier about Rey being my first friend. I didn't mean to imply we weren't friends."
"Really? Could have fooled me," he said doing his best to keep his shaky voice even. He wrung his hands in frustration.
"Poe, no listen. Please, you may not have been my first friend but, your the best friend I've ever had."
Poe looked up. Best friend? Had he heard him right?
Finn continued looking at him hopefully. Poe felt compelled and before he knew what he was doing his arms had wrapped around Finn. He held him close to his chest . Was that Finn's heart he felt pumping crazy like this or his own? He didn't know how much just a few words could light hope in him again. God this was sad, he knew it wasn't him. He knew Rey was the special one. But for now, maybe best friends was enough. It was better than nothing. It was better than room mates.
"Poe?" he heard Finn ask hesitantly.
Poe felt his arms tighten around Finn's waist.
"Poe?" he asked again.
He released from the hug, and pulled back his urge to kiss Finn frantically on the lips. His heart was thumping like a mad man. He smiled at Finn, and let his hand linger on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, I'm just glad."
"Right," Finn smiled nervously.
Poe coughed, "Well, I'm ummm. I'm going to go sleep for a while."
"I should nap too. The ship is flying on auto?"
"Yea, BB8 said he would alert us to any problems"
Finn, smiled. They awkwardly walked together in silence to the small bunk room at the other side of the ship, and Poe nearly choked when the door open. There was only one bed. Curse Leia!
"I'll uh sleep in the captain's chair," he said ruffling his hair and gesturing hopelessly back to the cockpit.
Finn grabbed his hands, his heart began thumping again. Oh hell!
"Wait, we can share. I mean this bed is pretty big."
Poe cursed. The general, she clearly knew his feelings for Finn. His real feelings. There is no way she would mess up on the amount of beds on aboard a transport ship. The General never made those kind of mistakes she was careful, and calculating. Finn hadn't seem to have noticed.
"No,no, I'll just sleep in the Captain's chair. No sweat."
Finn rolled his eyes, "I'm no pilot, but I know you need to sleep to fly. Common, we can share."
Poe bit his lip, and sat at the edge of the bed. "Okay, but no kicking me off the bed."
Finn grinned at him, "I wouldn't dream of it bestie!"
Poe felt his heart go wild. Fuck it. He slid beneath the covers, and felt Finn slid under the covers to the other side of him. Finn seemed to fall sound asleep in a matter of moments, he could hear his shallow breathes next to him. He couldn't sleep so close to Finn, he shouldn't. He turned to his side and watched the rise and fall of Finn's chest. His eyes wandered over Finn's beautiful lips and before he could move Finn's arm slid over Poe's. Poe felt like he was going to explode. As Finn's hand rested on his waist, Poe guiltily slid slightly closer so his body was almost touching Finns. He groaned, why was he acting like a teenager. He closed his eyes, and hopelessly wanted to think of anything that wasn't Finn. Maybe for now bestie was good enough. He felt his eyes shut strangely comforted by the thought they were no longer just room mate. Sleep took ahold, and he drifted off feelings warm in his chest.