What Happened Last Night, a Snund Fanfic~ Part 2
Three doses of Tylenol later, Snake was at ease and feeling better than before. His head still pounded at little, but it was easily ignored. He grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen and headed back to Scott’s room.
It had been twenty minutes, which Snake considered more than enough time to shower and make yourself decent. However, Scott was feeling pretty bad, so Snake figured he needed to be checked on, finished or not.
He poked his head into the room, noting everything untouched, and entered. Scott must have been in the shower. He went to the bathroom door and knocked on it. “Jund?”
The shower was running, but there was no reply. Without another thought Snake entered the bathroom.
“Argh.” Someone grumbled behind the shower curtain.
“Ahem,” Snake said plainly.
“Snake? What the hell?” Scott muttered.
“You didn’t answer me.”
“So you can’t just—“
“Didn’t we already have this conversation?” Snake said.
Scott was silent for a moment. “Goddammit, Snake. What do you want?”
“You were taking a while.”
“Ergh. I slipped. Just shut off the shower.”
Snake did as he was told. “Can you get up?”
“Maybe.” There was a sound of a shuffle and a thump. “My head is spinning too much.”
Snake sighed and pulled back the shower curtain. Scott was lying down in the tub, attempting to pull himself up. When he saw what Snake was doing he looked shocked. “Snake! I’m the nude!”
“Yep.” Snake deadpanned. He grabbed one of Scott’s arms and pulled him up to his feet. Scott immediately went to cover himself up, his face practically radiating heat. Snake only laughed and tossed him a towel from a nearby rack.
When it was secured around Scott’s waist Snake helped him to his bed. It didn’t matter that he was still wet from the shower; Snake could see how tired he was. He needed to rest.
Scott pulled the covers up around him, attempting to cover up his still naked body. Snake sat down at the edge of the bed.
“Here,” Snake handed him the bottle of water.
“Thanks,” Scott murmured. His face was still red from the shower incident, and he wouldn’t meet Snake’s eyes.
Snake stared at him. Scott had never before acted like this around him. It was almost as if he’d done something wrong. But he hadn’t…had he?
It occurred to Snake that last night he hadn’t exactly been aware of his actions.
“Scott.”
“What?” grumbled Scott.
“What happened last night?” asked Snake.
He knew something had happened when Scott’s face erupted into heat once more and he sputtered. “Nothing! We got drunk.”
“That’s it?”
“Yes.”
Snake looked at him. “Then why are you acting so different?”
Scott frowned, finally looking up to meet his eyes. “You don’t remember?”
“No, I thought I told you. Nothing.”
“Well that’s funny. Because I remember everything.”
Snake gave him a look of surprise. “You told me you didn’t remember past the wind down hour.”
“I thought you were lying so I lied too.”
“Scott. What. Happened.”
Scott looked down. He closed his eyes and began.
“This. This is beautiful.” Cry hiccupped as he searched through the Tumblr stream. He had found a picture of him riding a unicorn and it was all he was talking about. “It’s got , like, a fucking rainbow tail and shit.”
“Yes.” Scott commented as downed his second glass of wine. The computer screen in front of him had long since turned into a blur after the drinking game. On the opposite side of the room Snake chuckled.
“I mean, it’s spectaculful.” Cry slurred.
“What?” Scott laughed.
“I dunno, man. Stop it.”
Scott shook his head. “I’m calling it quits. You guys got me drunk enough.”
“But why?” Scott cringed as he heard the whine from his head set and from Cry a few feet away from him.
“Bye.” Scott replied, turning off his mic. He stood up, waiting a moment to regain his balance, and stumbled out of his office. After a few moments he reached his kitchen, where he went into the fridge and brought out another can of beer. He wasn’t sure how many he could take before he fell asleep, but he was done for the night anyways.
“Get me one too.” Snake appeared in the kitchen doorway.
Scott rolled his reddened eyes. “Get yourself one, dick.”
A glare of steel was sent his way, but he ignored it. He leaned over against the counter, studying his drink before popping it open and taking a drink. Next to him he heard the older man go into the fridge himself and produce his own can. His fingertips brushed Scott’s bottom.
Incoherently Scott hiccupped.
Snake chuckled. “You’re drunk as fuck.”
Jund put down the can, frowning. “Shut up.” He lifted it up again, only to realize he’d already drained the can. He straightened up and tossed it at the garbage, only to miss it by a good foot. Well, what was he expecting?
Suddenly two strong hands grabbed each of shoulders, slamming him hard against the fridge. A sharp pain shot down his spine. He blinked his eyes to catch sight of Snake pinning him down. “What the fuck—“
He was interrupted as Snake’s lips came down on his own, harsh and rugged. The stronger man’s hips grinded into his own.
Scott struggled and fought, but unable to move as the other dominated him, traveling down with his mouth and biting his neck hard. A startling heat flowed through him, collecting at his crotch.
At the back of his head something nagged at him. But the drunken haze and sudden lust wiped it away before he could determine what it was. Almost upon instinct he soon joined in, relaxing and allowing as Snake pushed against his throbbing erection.
There was no other questioning in his mind as they stumbled out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Snake’s jaw went slack. It took him a few moments to comprehend this story.
Scott was now a vivid crimson.
There was silence for a moment.
Finally Snake asked the one question on his mind. “Did… did we…”
“I found myself lying next to you on the couch this morning, what do you think?” Scott snapped.
More silence.
Snake coughed uncomfortably. “Well... erm … I guess…Fuck.”
This quietness was so awkward Snake could feel it suffocating him. “Well… bye.” He left the room anxiously. He could feel Scott’s gaze on his back.
Snake entered the living room. He collapsed on the couch in a huff.
There was no way that could’ve happened…could it? They were pretty drunk, but not that drunk. No way. No way in fucking hell.
But then why would Scott say that? Scott could always be messing with him, trying get in his head like he always enjoyed doing. And yet…it seemed too extreme. There wasn’t any good outcome of telling Snake that, except maybe to shock him for a moment. Yes, that was it. Scott wanted to pysch Snake out, say that and then when Snake came back in laugh at him for believing. He was just amazed that Scott would play it so well, go as far as to act weird as if it had actually happened. Seriously, did he really have nothing better to do at the moment? Did he really have to cross the line like that?
Of course he did. He was Scott.
What a bitch.
Snake shook his head, lying back on the couch. He studied the ceiling, finding shapes in it. Maybe he should just leave, and forget Scott’s stupid prank.
Hell no.
What the fuck was he thinking? He had never let Jund torment him and get away with it before. No, this was war. He had to go farther than him, push the boundaries even more. And he knew just how to do it.
TBC
You will get your smut later, dammit.
