"This is all your fault!"
"My fault? Did you get your obnoxious head smacked in military school until all your brain cells deserted you?"
Sebastian glared at Hunter, only to have the other boy glaring back with a look that might have scared him if the only source of light wasn't the flash on Sebastian's iPhone. In the movies they always managed to make insides of closets look somewhat bright, but as they both learned, the truth was far from that. Especially when Sebastian's phone beeped and died.
"I can't believe my phone's flat!" he said exasperatedly, jamming his thumb on the touch screen to no avail.
"Maybe you would still have battery on your phone if you weren't sexting during practice," Hunter sneered. His voice didn't rise, not at all, but Sebastian could still sense that he was mad. There was something about the boy that exuded confidence and authority in a way few other people Sebastian knew could. As hard as it was for Sebastian to admit it, it was a quality suited for the new Warbler lead. "How do you know that I was sexting?" he asked instead, keeping his voice aloof.
Hunter pressed his body to the very corner of the small closet, trying to keep his distance from Sebastian. "Because you were sporting a semi during the entire practice and you had that stupid grin on your face," he explained, discontent dropping from his voice and Sebastian just knew that he was wearing that scowl.
"…Are you jealous, Clarington?" Sebastian asked smugly, his voice dropping a notch as a honey sweet tone took over for the previous irritation in his voice. Suddenly the air was thicker and the closet felt even smaller.
"N-No.." Hunter's voice wavered, breaking through the usually composed attitude. He could feel Sebastian's breath against his lips, but in the pitch darkness, he had no idea exactly how far or how close he was. All Hunter knew was that his cheeks were heating up and that Sebastian was very, very close.
"Lies," Sebastian voice drawled in a staged whisper, the sound all too close for Hunter's liking. Or at least that was what his mind told him. His brain screamed that this was wrong. That he was straight. But if the tenting in his pants was anything to go by, his body was trying to defer his mind.
Hunter wasn't even surprised when he felt Sebastian's warm lips against his own. In the dark it could have been whoever. A professor, a student or even a girl. But the slight stubble on Sebastian's chin that scratched against his skin reminded him of his manliness and it was as though a switch flipped on. A surge of warmth spread through Hunter's body and he couldn't help but kiss back, the protesting thoughts in his mind stilling for a moment as time stood still. He felt elated, flattered almost when he felt something hard brush against his thigh. Not that he cared, not that he could even think straight when Sebastian was pressed against him, the space between them reducing to a minimum as their lips slid together slowly. Teasingly. Experimentally. There was no rush. Hunter's eyes shut close as he sighed into the kiss. Not that it made a difference in the dark whether he shut his eyes or not, but he felt closer to Sebastian. Every touch felt more exciting and even the heat of the other boy's body felt warmer.
"This was not what we meant when we told you guys to sort out your differences…." A shocked voice that belonged to neither of them said, and when Hunter opened his eyes again, he was blinded by the sharp light that seeped through the open closet door. Sebastian's body was still pressed against his and that was the moment he realized that not everything was as set in stone as he believed. Things weren't necessarily black or white. And maybe, just maybe.. he liked grey.