Snake (mxm) (Rever series 3)

Snake 3

The faint touch against his hair yanked Pyre out of his slumber faster than a three-thousand alarm clocks ever could. He had someone pinned beneath him before his eyes were even open. His muscles were tense, ready to attack, because simply defending himself didn't usually work against his father, but when he blinked his blurry eyes, clearing his vision, he realized that it hadn't been his father that had touched him.

"Snaky..." he whispered, accidentally using the nickname he'd given his new snake friend instead of his real name. 

The man beneath him stared up at him with calm eyes, but there was something else there that Pyre couldn't quite read. He wasn't given much time to consider it, either, because he soon found himself at a loss for words, or any other general reaction, when the man lifted his arm and pressed a finger to his nose... then slowly pushed it until Pyre found himself off balance, fumbling backwards with his arms waving as a surprised yelp left his lips. 

As he regained himself, then hurried to his feet, Pyre noticed that the other man was already up and staring at him with his arms crossed over his chest. His expression didn't seem upset, though. He just seemed to be waiting for something. 

I'm guessing that he's not wanting what I'm wanting, but then why is he staring at me like that? 

He crossed his own arms over his chest before he realized what Fen was staring at. 

I'm still wearing his expensive jacket. 

Pyre quickly shrugged off the clothing and offered it to the taller man with a nervous smile. 

"Sorry, I totally forgot I was wearing it." 

Fen reached forward and took the coat, but hesitated putting it back on. 

Does it smell weird? I swear I took a shower two days ago when dad wasn't home... and I definitely used deodorant this morning. 

The man lifted the coat slightly, eyeing it for a moment before looking over it toward Pyre again. He did that several more times before pursing his lips and swinging the coat forward. 

Pyre immediately became defensive, but he managed to hold his fists back just enough to realize that the man wasn't intending to use the jacket to restrain him, but was just draping it back over his shoulders. 

Alarm bells began going off in the back of his head, but he tamped them down just enough so that he could try to make sense of the situation without jumping to conclusions. 

He watched the man's expressions change over the time they stared at each other. Several of them he could figure out. Curiosity, confusion, displeasure, and of course, judgement, but there were quite a few others things mixed in there, as there had been previously, that he couldn't put his finger on. 

The awkward tension finally broke, however, when Fen looked toward his partially-broken door with several fist-sized holes punched in it at different heights and angles, then looked over toward the dirty window opposite it. 

Guessing his silent question, Pyre hurried to the window and grabbed the bottom ledge. After a few good yanks he felt it begin to give, then after two more determined shoves, it slammed upward and got stuck. 

"There we go," he said, proud that it had only taken him a few tries to get it. The window was finicky as hell and often refused to be opened if it had been shut for any decent amount of time. 

I swear he glues it shut just to fuck with me, but I don't intend on ever coming back after today, so who cares. 

He hopped up and was about to climb out when he felt strong hands on his waist. They easily tugged him back inside and deposited him on the partially-buckled floor.