bsumone | ❝ Expectations are dangerous things ❞

Though it was a forward gesture, Snake wasn’t bothered when Tiras threw his legs across his lap. He wasn’t the type to be easily bothered and they’ve already slept together so feeling some sort of way about the incubus being familiar just seemed silly. Don’t mind Snake casually laying his hands on Tiras’ legs.

“Pad kee mao. Drunken noodles.” Coming up with Thai parents, it’s the cuisine he most preferred. His comfort food, if you will. And he knew a great place that delivered.

“So, uh, what brings you here?”

"That sounds Thai."

Had he ever tried Thai before? He couldn't recall. It didn't really matter either. He smiled and reached up to play with Snake's hair, remembering the texture from before and wanting to feel it again. It was just as nice as the last time.

"You. I wanted to come see you and see where you live so I can come whenever I feel like it."

It seemed like an impulsive and selfish thing but it had so much more meaning to it that Tiras himself hadn't realized yet.

“It is. Just like me.”

Again, the familiar affection didn’t bother him. He rather enjoyed the feel of fingers in his hair. Somehow, he especially liked Tiras’ fingers in his hair. Something about them made him melt a little, as if they were somehow more skilled at the fine art of stroking hair (maybe, given what Tiras was, they actually were).

“I’m not here all the time,” he said. Sort of warning? “I’d feel kinda bad if I come home one day to find you waiting at the door.” Maybe he should give Tiras a key?

Okay, that seemed dramatic. This was literally the second time they’ve encountered each other.

"I wouldn't wait at the door."

He'd let himself in. Charm someone to let him in more likely. Or just break in. He had his own tricks up his sleeve and he wasn't completely useless. So he'd be waiting for him in here one way or another.

"I'll wait here or on the bed. That's much more comfortable."

Okay, breaking in wasn’t creepy or anything, either. Maybe it should be, but… Snake’s got to admit stranger things have happened. And maybe, just maybe the thought of an incubus – of Tiras – waiting for him in his bed wasn’t an unpleasant one.

“You’ve never been in my bed. How would you know if it’s comfortable?”

"If it's not I'll get you a new one."

It wouldn't be that hard really. He could just buy a nice one for him and then wait for him in it. Considering he'd probably spend a good deal of time there it would be good to make sure it was comfortable anyway.

Scooting closer, he made his way onto Snake's lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, pouting his lips.

"Is it uncomfortable? I'll buy you a new one right now."

Oh. Oh. Sudden lap full of Tiras. For a second, Snake forgot to breathe. Almost of their own accord, his hands moved to rest on Tiras’ hips. Where else was he supposed to put them? Why did he always have to smell so good? And distracting!

Snake pouted right back at Tiras, eyes darting toward the loft where his bed sat. “I think it’s comfortable. That doesn’t mean you will.”

He watched him and then thought about it before suddenly hopping off of his lap. And then he was on his way toward the stairs leading up to that bed. Clearly he was going to have to test the comfort of the mattress immediately to be sure that they would both enjoy the most amount of comfort possible.

It seemed like they had time until the food got there. Obviously that meant he had time to roll around on there without permission.

When Snake realized where Tiras was going, he sat up a little straighter, as if he might get up to follow… or stop him.

“Oh, wait,” he called after him. “… the bed’s not made.”

He was about to get up when another knock sounded. Snake safely assumed that was his dinner and not some other unexpected guest. Closer to the door, he could smile his noodles through it and even put on a small smile as he opened the door.

A quiet conversation ensued, the usual sort of ‘thanks so much’ Snake gave to his delivery drivers. After the driver left, Snake closed the door and sauntered to the kitchen to get a pair of plates and utensils.

“You want something to drink?” he called a little louder so Tiras would hear him from the loft. He didn’t know Tiras had much keener hearing than any human and that he didn’t really need to call out for him.

The bed not being made didn't bother him at all. In fact he found he preferred that because it meant all of Snake's scent would be there pure and uncovered. Smiling, he crawled into the bed then flopped down onto it, rolling a little to see if he liked it. It wasn't luxury like his own but it wasn't bad really. He took that pillow and breathed in the scent of his pet, sighing at the way it relaxed him. So strange that it could but he did like that.

"I can hear you just fine," he let him know then rested his head on the pillow, kicking his legs a little bit. "You can get me anything you want. I'm not picky."

Mainly because he didn't care about that kind of human food at all.

Hope you like beer, Tiras, since Snake’s fishing two bottles out of the fridge. He waited a moment before he popped out from under the loft to stare up at it.

“You gonna come back down, or…?” Or is Tiras going to make him bring the food upstairs. “I don’t usually eat up there,” he added. Specifically, he didn’t like eating in bed.

"Oh. Right. I forgot most of your kind doesn't eat in bed..." Not like him. Sighing, he left the pillow behind and didn't bother with taking the stairs again. He just leapt over the edge and landed below, trotting over to where Snake was to see what the food and drinks were.

"Where do you eat usually?"

Oh! That was a little startling. The jump itself and also how silently Tiras landed. Cat-like in his grace and fluidity of movement. And yet it shouldn’t be surprising, given what Tiras was.

“Right here, at this table.” A long table with too many chairs for a man who lives alone. It’s almost like it doubles as a table and a kitchen island.

“Sometimes I eat on the couch if there’s anything interesting on TV. We could eat there if you want to watch something.”

"What do you like to watch?"

It wasn't that he was avoiding making a choice really. More that he didn't know what shows were on that Snake would like. He was still getting to know him so he didn't really know what else his pet liked.

Aside from him. Which was really the most important thing for him to be liking.

“Oh, I like documentaries. Stuff about like unsolved mysteries past and present. Some of it’s ridiculous, but some…” His eyes sharpen a little and the corners of his mouth turned up subtly. “Some of ‘em could be legit.”

He picked up his plate and beer and scrunched up his face in thought.

“Don’t laugh, but I like cooking competitions, too. There used to be a competition show for movie make-up artists that was really cool.” There was some unusual enthusiasm in his voice when he spoke of it.

“Do you like watching TV?”

Oh. He was so cute when he was excited about things. But Tiras didn't laugh at any of the things that he liked. Instead, he just smiled and tilted his head watching him a bit.

"I like dramas. And reality shows mostly. I haven't really tried the things that you like." Which meant just one thing.

"Show me a show you like."

“Reality shows, huh? But you’ve never watched a cooking competition? They can be pretty cutthroat. Wanna watch one, see if you like it? I have a few of my favorites on the DVR.” And, in case Tiras wasn’t following him to the couch, Snake looked back and jerked his head toward where they were sitting before.

Realizing he had to take up his own food, he blinked then grabbed it before coming over to the couch. "Alright. I'll watch. I won't know anything about the food they're making though..."

So he might have...a lot of questions.

Sorry Tiras. Snake doesn’t know he’s supposed to play manservant… yet. Even if he did know, he probably wouldn’t. It’s not his style.

“It’s okay. I can stop it when you have questions. And if you decide it’s not your thing, we can find something else to watch. Sound good?”

Snake set his food down beside him and poked at the remote to pull up and episode of Top Chef. And if Tiras seemed even remotely interested in that, he could move on to Cutthroat Kitchen. He did say he liked drama.

Settling down on Snake's other side, he curled against him and watched as the episode started. Of course he had to ask questions about the food. Why did they have to do certain things. What did that taste like. Why were people so shocked by cooking methods. But he otherwise was quiet as he watched, even eating his own food and drinking the beer.

It was like watching TV with Su-jin. Only different. He liked it a lot. Though, he did have another question...

"Is that amount of money a lot to humans?"

Once the episode began, Snake reclined a bit on the couch. He put his plate in his lap and casually slung an arm around Tiras’ slim shoulders. It seemed okay to be familiar like this since they already screwed. Tiras didn’t seem to mind and Snake, who was hardly any sort of romantic, enjoyed the way his idol snuggled up to him.

Snake didn’t mind frequent pauses to answer questions. He thought shows were more enjoyable when you understood them, so helping Tiras understand would increase his enjoyment, right? Snake hoped so.

“To a lot of us, yeah. It’s a pretty big chunk of change. Not enough for like a house or anything. But a lot of these contestants want to jumpstart their careers or start businesses or expand pre-existing ones. So that kinda money is helpful for ventures like that. It’s one less loan you have to take out.”

Then he blinked, turning his head to peer over at him. “Are you rich?” Probably, if he’s anywhere near as old as his website suggests.

That much money could jumpstart a business? Here he was having Su-jin dump millions of dollars into the artist compound he wanted to do. Literally millions. All so that the artists would want for nothing ever. He blinked a little then realized that Snake had asked him about his wealth.

"Hm? Oh yes. Do you need money? I can give you money."

Actually forget that. He was just going to give him money later. And make sure that he bought this apartment so that Snake would never have to pay rent again.

Let’s be real. Millions wasn’t a lot of money to Tiras and Su-jin. While things like Tiras’ art compound came about somewhat spur of the moment, they were rarely frivolous with such sums. They lived very well, but it wasn’t like they were paying a million dollars for a personal trip to the moon and back.

Snake blinked several times. “Oh, no. I don’t need money.” Snake wasn’t rich in the way Tiras was, but he had some family money he came into when his favorite auntie passed. Apparently, he was her favorite, too. Plus, he worked so he had an income to supplement that savings. And then there was the passive income from his blog. Unless a bunch of disasters happened all at once, he was pretty set financially.

“Thanks, though. It’s sweet of you to offer.”

There was more he wanted to say, something else clearly on his mind that he hesitated to voice… but only for a moment. Pausing in lifting a forkful of noodles to his lips, Snake gave Tiras an earnest look. “Do you wanna sleep with me again?” Because Snake would like that. A lot. Maybe after their food settled.

Well he'd make sure to spoil him anyway. Get him so he wouldn't have to pay for anything with this apartment ever again. That would be a good start. Tiras was already looking around to see if he'd want to buy better quality things of anything else when...

He blinked as he looked over at Snake again. Then his lips broke into a smile. For a moment the mask fell away and he looked like an eager young man in his early twenties excited to get to sleep with his boyfriend. In a way, he really was. It was how Snake made him feel.

"Yes! Finish eating so you'll have the energy for it!"

He wouldn’t say no to a top-of-the-line computer or three. Just sayin’.

If only Snake realized what a rare and special reaction that was. Someday he’ll know that, but for now? This was just his incubus friend (they’re friends, right?) doing what incubi do. Not like he would complain. He’s never been very interested in dating to the point that he considered someone a committed partner. He’s had some friends with benefits and more than a handful of flings, but never anything serious. So, Snake doesn’t expect that from Tiras.

Little does he know…

He laughed and patted Tiras’ shoulder with the arm draped around him. “You gotta let it settle. Throwing up isn’t sexy… to me, personally.”

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