#snuss

Snake hadn't been at the bar long, just enough to calm his nerves. He paused, looking up when a man slightly larger than himself walked in, catching Snake's eye.

Suddenly there was a weight --though it wasn’t a lot-- on Russ’ back. He turned quickly and saw a short brunet holding an empty glass, his cheeks flushed and his words slurred. “W-what was that?” The short brunet let out a loud laugh at Russ’ question.

“I said, you look hot.” The man let out laugh between his teeth before trying to give Russ a sloppy kiss.

Snake narrows his eyes at Russ, getting up and walking over. "There you are!" He barely manages to separate the two before anything serious happened. "I've been looking everywhere for you, buddy!" Snake glances at Russ.

He raises an eyebrow at the new man before seemingly taking a hint. “I always seem to be getting lost, and finding unwanted attention.” The short brunet’s gaze was now on Snake, his brown eyes wide as Russ rolled his blue eyes.

Snake sets his arm on the back of Russ' chair, leaning into him. "I noticed," he muses, glancing between the two. Suddenly, the short brunet was up against Russ again, his breath hot in his ear.

“C’mon, let’s leave.” Russ sent Snake a look, pleading for Snake to get him out of there. Snake nudges Russ, pulling him up.

"You're keeping the others waiting," he guides Russ outside, glancing behind him occasionally to make sure the stranger wasn't following them.

“I should’ve know this was a horrible idea, I went in to just get somewhat of a buzz and I end up attracting the tiniest man I’ve ever seen.” Russ chuckled slightly, feeling better that he was away from the short man. “I’m Russ, by the way, and thanks about back there.”

Snake nods, sighing at the crisp air. "I'm Snake, and you're welcome. He was pretty small," Snake looks around, then back at Russ. The tall brunet gives a small smile before feeling in his pockets, letting out a small curse as he smacks his head.

“Of course, of all nights, tonight it the night I forget my keys in the fucking car that’s locked.” Russ exclaimed as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

Snake looks over. "I can drop you off, if you need a ride.” He offers.

“That’d be great, but I don’t want to burden you with my sorry ass.” Russ let out a small chuckle as he pulled out his pack of cigarettes.

Snake shakes his head. "Ah, it's no trouble. I don't mind," he shrugs it off as he heads toward his car. Russ followed him, lighting his cigarette before suddenly stopping and letting out a loud ‘fuck’, throwing his lighter to the ground in anger.

“My fucking house keys are in my god damn car!” He hissed, suddenly regretting not getting any spares.

Snake smirks faintly, amused. "You can stay at my house until you figure out how you'll get back in." Russ looks at Snake with wide eyes before he shakes his head.

“No, I couldn’t do that to you!” He argued, he really regretted this idea to go to the bar in the first place.

Snake sets one hand on Russ' shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Russ, I really don't mind." He seems rather set on this, gray-blue eyes filled with determination. Russ glanced back at the bar, no, he couldn’t go back to where the drunk man was but he couldn’t just go to some stranger’s house either!

Russ let out a small sigh as he looked back at Snake, his blue eyes filled with uncertainty. “I’m not sure…” He trailed off, glancing around.

Snake rubs Russ' shoulder gently. "I don't bite, I promise," he turns to his car, unlocking it, "offer's still out there, if you're up for it." He opens the door and looks back at Russ. He looked at Snake before taking a deep breath and getting in the passenger seat, the last thing he wanted was that tiny thing to find him again.

Snake is relatively quiet, driving to his house with little to no words between them. He glances at Russ every now and then, but doesn't say much. Russ nervously bounces his leg, not sure why he was acting all shy all of the sudden, usually he loved to make conversation but he was surprisingly content with the silence. He glanced over at Snake before quickly looking away. Snake pulls into a driveway, getting out and waiting for Russ by his door. "This is it," he shrugs it off as he walks up.

Russ gets out of the car, looking around before heading over to Snake. “Not bad.” He commented as he glanced back into the street, the nervousness returning. Snake nods casually, unlocking the house and letting Russ in. He sighs as his dogs run out, Snake shutting the door right before they reach Russ. He lets out a small laugh at the dogs, glancing over at Snake with a smirk. “A man like you having a lap dog? Never thought I’d see it.” He teases, glancing around the house as he shoves his hands in his pockets.

Snake rolls his eyes with a small smile,"Yeah, yeah, I've got two," he scoffs, walking carefully around the dogs and to the kitchen, "hungry?" He calls, looking back at Russ.

“Starving!” Russ calls back, a small smile on his face as he walked towards the kitchen, giving the larger of the two dogs a rub on the head. Snake nods as he heads to the kitchen, returning with two sandwiches. He offers one to Russ, collapsing on the couch and eating the other. Russ takes it and plops down beside him, letting out a hum in approval as he takes a bite. Snake reaches over Russ, grabbing the remote and offering it to him in silence. Russ quickly shakes his head. “Nah, go ahead, I was told by my ex that I have a horrible taste in shows.” Snake just smirks, shaking his head and flicking through TV shows for a bit, not really seeming to settle on anything.

Russ glanced over at Snake before absentmindedly looking at the tv. “So, what made you get that drunk bastard off of me? I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one in there tonight getting hit on.” Russ sneaks another glance over at Snake, suddenly extremely fascinated with him. Snake casts half a glance at Russ, looking back at the TV.

"You were the only guy in there bigger than me. You caught my eye, and it looked like you could use some help." He stops at a random channel, looking over at Russ.

Russ glances away shyly, not sure where all these feelings were coming from. “Thanks, again.” He glanced at the tv and looked lower, now seeing the PS3 and looking over at Snake. “What games you got?” He asked, almost sounding like a small child on Christmas.

Snake glances over, getting up to kneel by his PS3 and rifle through some games. "A bunch, I kind of play whatever I can find," he shrugs, looking back at Russ. "What're you in the mood for?" He raises an eyebrow. Russ got up and kneeled down beside him, peering at the games.

“Hm, got any multiplayer rage games?” Russ had a small smirk on his face, he loved those kinds of games. Snake nods, digging through a pile of games and holding up Mega Man 9.

"How about this?" He asks, sitting on the floor beside the game console.

Russ suddenly sat down right beside Snake, a wide smile on his face. “Dude, Mega Man’s my favourite!” Russ let out a small laugh as he leaned back on his hand. Snake leans forward and puts the disc in, grabbing two controllers and handing one to Russ. The taller one takes it with a small grin on his face. “Prepare to lose!” He taunted, laughing loudly.

Snake glances over, one eyebrow raised at Russ as he started the game. "Sure," he sarcastically replies, "the day you win is the day I kiss a man." He scoffs. Russ rolled his eyes and let out a snicker, waiting as the game loaded up.

  .:.

  Snake groaned, leaning back and setting his controller on the ground. "How are you so good at Mega Man?!" He glares at Russ. He let out a laugh as he set his controller down beside Snake’s, stretching his arms up.

“I told you, Mega Man’s my game, man!” Russ was kinda embarrassed to admit that he was extremely good at old fashioned games, but he was still proud every time he won a game. Snake just sighs, shaking his head and leaning forward to shuffle through the games again, pausing to look back at Russ. The taller one rested back on his hands, looking around the living room and actually taking in the details. Russ’ eyes eventually meeting Snake’s before he averted his eyes quickly, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. Where’d that come from? Russ questioned himself. Snake seems to pause, then recalls his words from before, /"The day you win is the day I kiss a man."/, and ditches the games, shifting and sitting closer to Russ.

Russ’ eyes go wide as he leans away slightly. “A-are you okay?” Russ asked, feeling nervous.

Snake watches Russ. "I'm a man of my word, Russ. I did tell you that when you won, I'd kiss a man, and the only one around seems to be you." He points out, glancing around then meeting Russ' eyes again. Russ opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to form words but instead just kept his mouth shut as he bit his lip nervously, did he want this to happen? Snake doesn't move, however, seeming to wait and make sure Russ was okay with it. He hesitantly watches him, not saying anything. Russ finally makes up his mind as he takes a deep breath.

“Then what are you waiting for?” Snake just shakes his head, closing the distance and slowly kissing Russ. The taller one froze slightly but hesitantly kissed back, Russ felt so many emotions at once but he pushed them aside, this was more important at the moment. Snake pulls away much faster than he would've liked, seeming like he's about to say something. Russ blushes deeply and looks away, but he can’t help but have a tiny smile on his face. Snake hesitantly shoves the controllers further away, getting up and heading to the kitchen. "Hungry?" He calls to Russ, glancing back at him. Russ slowly gets up and heads toward the kitchen, looking everywhere but at Snake.

“Uh, I could go for something, yeah.” Russ mumbled, still blushing slightly. Snake nods, heading into the kitchen and coming back with two sandwiches and no shirt. Russ blinked, his eyes wandering over Snake’s chest before he quickly looked away, his face a dark shade of red. What was wrong with him?! He saw shirtless men all the time, why was Snake suddenly different!?

Snake sits beside him, setting the sandwiches between them. "I spilled something on my shirt," is his quiet explanation. Russ just gave a small nod, glancing at Snake's chest before his eyes lowered slightly, he blinked and quickly decided the floor was more interesting. Snake leans forward, picking up his sandwich. "Looking's free, touching will costs you." He smirks, voice low. Russ choked on his sandwich, coughing as he sent Snake a small glare. Snake raises an eyebrow. ”Hey, I’m offering,” he retorts, ”but it’s kind of hot to see you choke on my meat like that.” He winks, leaning back and taking a big bite of his sandwich.

Russ wipes his mouth as he reorganizes his thoughts. “You sure take a lot in your mouth.” Snake raises an eyebrow, eyeing Russ for much longer than normal.

“I’m a professional at taking meat in my mouth,” he takes another bite, answer sounding rather sarcastic.

“Ah, so is that why you were in the gay bar?” Russ had a small smirk as he set his  sandwich off to the side, eyes looking over at Snake’s chest again.

Snake just raises an eyebrow at Russ. ”Might’ve been,” he muses, glancing down at his pants thoughtfully.

“And you decided to bring me home, I see how it is.” Russ leaned on one end of the couch, his eyes tracing over Snake’s body.

Snake nods. ”Yeah, so? What are you saying about my choice in men?” He sits up, shifting slightly closer to Russ.

“Nothing bad, I’m fucking sexy,” Russ let out a small laugh, “but I wouldn’t think that a guy like yourself going for someone taller.” Snake just sighs, stretching with a yawn and getting up.

“After so many tiny guys, you kind of want someone your size.” He winks at Russ.

The taller one let out a laugh before resting his head on the back of the couch. “Tired of spooning them?” Russ teased, though cuddling was one of his favourite things.

Snake groans. “Kind of,” he leaves the room, returning in sweatpants and stopping beside Russ. He waits until the older one sees him then straddles him, laying his head on Russ' chest.

Russ blinks a few times before wrapping his arms around Snake and holding him close. Snake glances up, his lips gracing Russ' neck as he nestled his head closer to Russ' neck. He smiles softly before kissing Snake’s cheek, gently rubbing his back in soft circular motions. Snake sits up, seeming reinvigorated. He grabs Russ' shirt collar and pulls him into a kiss. Russ lets out a small hum before pulling Snake close, kissing him back with half-lidded eyes watching his face. Snake's eyes are shut as he tangles one hand in Russ' hair, leaning into him.

Russ smiled slightly into the kiss before taking the upper hand and pushing Snake down on to the couch, hovering over him as he somehow managed not to break the kiss in the process as his hand ran over Snake’s exposed chest. Snake leans into Russ' touch, his body curving into Russ' hand as he pulled Russ against him. Russ broke the kiss as he pressed kisses along Snake’s jaw, trailing the kisses down Snake’s chest as he pinned Snake’s hands above his head. Snake tilts his head back, a rather quiet groan slipping from his lips.

Russ gets to Snake’s stomach before moving back up to his neck and started to make a hickey, eyes carefully watching Snake’s reactions. Snake's eyes are half lidded in pleasure, biting his lip to keep moans from spilling forth. Russ ran his free hand down Snake’s chest, stopping at the waistband of Snake’s sweatpants and he gently kissed the new mark on Snake’s neck. Snake tilts his head back, groaning ever so slightly. Russ suddenly stops, sitting up and pulling away from Snake as he hugged himself. “S-sorry, I… I just can’t…” He mumbled, resting against the other end of the couch and looking at the floor in shame. Snake sits up, breathing heavier but saying nothing for a while.

Russ suddenly got up and walked out of the living room. “I’m so stupid.” He hissed quietly, running his hand through his hair as he leaned against the wall, looking out the window in the kitchen. “So fucking stupid.” Snake get up, slowly following Russ.

Seeming confused,”What’s wrong?” he asks, tilting his head at Russ. He glanced over at Snake before letting out a small sigh.

“I just… I mean, we hardly know each other and here I go giving you fucking hickies.” Russ let out a small chuckle before heading over to Snake’s kitchen table and sitting down, resting his face in his hands. Snake follows, leaning in the door frame and watching Russ.

"Wanna try that again?" He asks quietly, stepping forward and extending a hand. "Hi, I'm Snake," he flashes Russ a smile.