Last chapter was kinda sexy but i’m a coward and it didn’t go anywhere so here’s another
The first thing Snape noticed when he awoke that morning was that his head was screaming bloody murder. The second thing he noticed was that he was naked, something he would typically find strange on its own accentuated by the fact that he was not alone.
A smaller, warmer body shifted in Snape's side and he watched as the man blew out a puff of air in attack to a strand of hair tickling his nose. That’s not cute, Snape’s brain said and Snape had half a mind to tell it that it was both too early and too loud to start lying to himself when the man next to him began to shift again. This time he pulled on Severus's arm and snuggled his face into his neck.
Oh good, I’m a nose warmer. You hear that mom? Your son has use. Snape toyed with the idea of just going back to bed and watching the man for a little while longer (the sir had a name right?) but in the end decided rather to get up before the trainers came in. It was bad enough he was seen as such an incompetent teacher that Dumbledore felt the need to send him here he didn’t want to make it worse by getting found sleeping around on the job.
As he rose however he brought the dark-haired man with him. “You’re a damn koala”, Snape spoke the words gently and yet as soon as they left his mouth the man's eyes snapped awake, shocking Snape out of bed.
“You’re mean”, the words spoken in an equally gentle tone and were accompanied with a mildly annoying smirk as the man peered down on Snape from the side of the bed. God that smirk.
Instead of standing Snape closed his eyes and tried to block out the bright light from his window. He had a million things to do at that moment. He had to make breakfast and do his hair and get to the main hall for training in 20 minutes.
“Has anyone ever told you, you have a very sinister dick?”
And clothes. Snape needed to put on clothes. Taking a deep breath he stood slowly and made his way to the kitchen. The green eyed stranger had yet to leave and at this rate Snape doubted he ever would and for that he needed coffee.
“I’m Poseidon”, he called out, now wrapped in a cocoon of Severus sheets and rolling around on the bed.
“And you felt the need to tell me this, why?”
Poseidon shrugged. “You looked like you’d forgot”
Snape had forgotten but Poseidon didn’t need to know that. So instead of commenting he scavenged through different cabinets looking for ingredients to make breakfast. “I like your place”. Snape didn’t see how he could. It was small to the point where it was almost cramped with a bed, a bathroom and a kitchen area as well as a small lounging area in between. Snape hated it, but then again he hated everything.
“I’d paint the walls green though”, the voice was much closer and yet retained that gentle quality which was good because if it was any louder Snape would have felt very tempted to connect his fist with Poseidon's face. Poseidon's very beautiful face.
No. No you stay away gay thoughts, I’m hungry. And with that Snape decided on pancakes, slipping around the kitchen with an unmatched sort of grace. He didn’t stumble once so that's good.
In the meantime, Poseidon propped himself on the counters still wrapped head to toe in bed sheets and lazily watched Snape move. “Do I get some?”, he asked and Snape had to physically restrain himself from responding with a glare and a cold ‘starve’. He thought that might be a tad mean and he was at this dead awful facility in the first place for being too mean. So instead he gave a silent nod and made to prepare extra helpings. “Cool”, Poseidon beamed and Snape could feel the sodding smile from across the kitchen. Granted it was not a big kitchen but still, he needed curtains for that crap.
Poseidon could bloody well eat.
Snape made sure to fix enough for at least six people planning to spread the extras out over the span of the week. Instead, he had 2 small pancakes and watched Poseidon gulf down the rest like it was nothing. This was not nothing, was he okay?
When voicing his concerns in a kind and thoughtful way - “If you overeat and die I hope you know I will be hiding the body”- Poseidon merely laughed, a warm sound.
“Don’t worry, I usually eat this much but your concern is cute”, Poseidon had a certain twinkle in his eyes and Snape, ignoring the pull in his chest, stood to clear the table.
Poseidon watched him with sudden intent, deep in thought. Snape wanted to say this didn't bother him at all and he wasn’t intimidated in the slightest but then he’s back to the lying to yourself issue- he’s only allowed to do it after 12 pm.
Silence sat between the two as Severus cleaned the kitchen. Poseidon was deadly still the entire time and his eyes never left Snape. Or rather they never left Snapes-
“Back to the previous discussion, your dick really does look sinister as hell”.
Clothes. Snape still needed clothes. Sighing grandly he turned to lock eyes with a pair of green ones still looking a bit below where any decent being would find comfortable.
“It like, fuckin destroyed me last night so don’t tell me that shit’s got good morals”. Poseidon finally broke his staring competition with Snape's penis to look at him quizzically as if he was actually planning to start defending his cock. Well he’s right he was.
Snape glared in the man’s direction. “Are you really arguing the morality of my dick? My non thinking dick?”
“It didn’t seem to be non thinking when you were talking to it last night”
Snape’s cheeks once more took on a dusty color and he quickly turned to the bathroom, bringing a change of clothes with him. “I am going to shower and when I get out I expect to see neither you nor your clothes in my residence”, with that he turned to shut the door before pausing and adding “and make my bed since you felt the need to drag the sheets with you all over the place”. He quickly closed the door but not before hearing “Fuck you dude, I’m sore!”
Snape refused to acknowledge the smile on his lips at that indecent call as well as the outrage in Poseidon's voice. And he pretended not to notice the loud thump and “Shit!” that came from the next room over that could only have been Poseidon tripping on the large trail of blankets he had insisted on carrying around.
There was no alcohol this time so Snape would blame it on the hangover.