Adore - Male reader x Male Slashers

;Chapter 3;

"Nasty evening" You nod, "Have any vacancies?" He walks behind the counter. "We have twelve vacancies. Twelve cabins," He bends down picking up a registration book, "twelve vacancies." Placing the registration book on the counter, handing you a pen. "Would you sign, please." You start writing, trying to not look at the name above yours, not wanting to see Ms. Crane's alibi.
"Your home address too, just the town will do." You push the book and pen back to him after you're done writing, giving him a polite smile.

You watch as he freezes up, his eyes look up to yours finding your own full of concern, he springs back up. "C-cabin one. It's closer in case you need anything.." he turns, handing you the key "right next to the office!" You take it, the cold metal against your already cold hands make you shiver. "Sweet! Thank you.. Mr. Bates I assume?" He smiles and nods, "Norman Bates" He states before walking to he door, opening it.

The freezing rain makes you run after him. Though the rain had noticeably had slowed down, he smiles at the fact. :)

He unlocks your cabin door, pushing it open, you walk in after him. "Stuffy in here" he says while opening the blinds, light pours into the room. Not enough though, so he turns on the lamp behind him. The rooms quite cozy, the floral wall print, both stuffed birds and paintings alike are placed around the room, a cute little painting of two ducks just above the bed. You hum, "Do you like birds Mr. Bates?" You face towards him, cringing at the feeling of your wet backpack swish with your jacket. "Oh, not quite." He looks at you "My hobby is stuffing things."

"Hm, taxidermy? That's quite the hobby, Birdie." He blushes at the nickname and nods, "It's not as expensive as you'd think either" You nod letting him ramble, "Cheap, really. Needles, thread, sawdust.. The chemicals are all that cost anything!" You nod, rotating yourself as he moves. His company isn't unwelcomed, you just don't like your back towards him. From both fear and it's impolite.

"Well, the mattress is soft, there's hangers in the closet and.."
He gestures to the night stand "stationery with 'Bates Motel' printed on it in case you want to make your friends back home envious..!" You chuckle, looks like you found yourself a businessman!
Taking off your soaked jacket (and backpack), hanging it up on a hanger, you turn as you hear him start to speak.

"Where are you heading? I-i don't mind to pry." He asks, you hesitate for a moment but decide to just tell him, it doesn't seem like he'll use it for anything malicious, just curiosity. Gosh, this birdie's handsome face has already won you over. "Canada" the word comes out dry, as if you hated that place you were going to or the people who you're going for.

"Are you running from something?" Just one small question, but it sent your brain into a panic. You're not running from anything. Softly shaking your head, you speak. "Nothing in particular, why do you ask?"

"People never run away." He looks over to the window, 'okay.. getting a little dramatic there bud.." "You know what I think?" He once more turns to face you, "I think we're all in our private traps, clamped in them," you listen as he talks, he must of really been thinking about this. He finishes talking, "Woah, that's... That's dark" safety from the rain is all you wanted, but here you sit, talking to a man who definitely had more time to himself than needed. 'Little worried for his mental health here..'

"It's getting late, I should head off to bed now." You tell him softly, his demeanor saddens "I'm very tired, and I'll have a long drive tomorrow. We.. we can talk in the morning if you'd like."

He sighs, nodding "I'd like that, I'll see you in the morning then, if you need anything just t-tap!" A sleepy smile tugs on your lips, as you two wish each other a goodnight.

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You put your bag on the bathroom sink, humming some random tune as you pull out an old shirt and sweatpants (and other necessities), undressing from your wet clothes the world falls silent, the rain stops, cars stop honking and you stop yourself from pulling down your wet pants as a feeling of someone looking you up and down makes you shiver.

Your body still stiff as a board, you somehow find the courage to quickly put on a shirt and walk out of the room, running to your van, checking on Manny, making sure she has enough food and water for the night. You sit there longer than needed, just petting Manny.

You finally walk back into your room double checking to make sure you locked your door and crawling under the cozy covers 'Maybe I should triple-check to make sure?' No, no. you're fine! Yeah, you're completely and utterly safe in this room at this motel.

Yet, you still can't find yourself sleeping. You just lay there staring at the ceiling.
'Maybe I could call Micheal? Would he even be up by now??'  you reach for your phone but stop shortly, spotting a tall shadow walking past the front window. Watching as the doorknob twist aggressively, grabbing your phone running to the bathroom and locking the door behind you.
The front door creaks open and you listen intently as their footsteps, surprisingly soft, draw near the bathroom door, twisting the door knob, stopping halfway from the lock.

Listening as keys jingled, the knob twists open, you hurriedly grab a shampoo bottle and rush to behind the door, it opens slightly, the person walks into the bathroom, knife in hand. Without hesitating you jump out of your hiding place and strike the bottle against their head twice, the impact causes them to collapse onto the floor.

You stare quietly, zoning back in you quickly pick up the unconscious Mr Bates, softly setting him on the bed, pulling a blanket over him.
You didn't hit him hard enough that it would have killed him, just enough to keep him down for the night. After checking his pulse to make sure, you drag your tired being to the chair just across from the bed, flopping down onto it for an uncomfortable night's rest.

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