Hi everyone, so this is a 10 chapter Huntbastian fix, It's called playlist because every chapter is based around a song.. I'm a huge Maroon5 fan which I'm sure you'll guess by the end of this fix as 50% of the songs are by them.. and yeah. I hope you like it, If you have any suggestions that may improve this chapter please leave them in the review box. I can handle constructive criticism I'm no one of those people.
I don't own glee (If I did the entire show would be based around the warblers, and finchel would just die, seriously I'd kill of finn and make samchel happen.) And I don't own the song either which is glad you came by the wanted and.. if you request it I'll write the song the next chapter is based on at the bottom of each chapter with spoiler alert
- over and out my ninas xx Allie
The sun goes down
The stars come out
It's dark. He remembers the sweet scent of pear vodka, and the music's pulsating beat. He remembers that Nick laughed at Jeff for half an hour, because he clumsily tripped over and couldn't quite seem to get up (beer goggles), like it was the most hilarious thing to ever happen to them. He remembers thinking "Wow those two are major light-weights, I'll remember not to offer them any beer at the next warbler bash"
He remembers the club. He Remembers thinking that "Banana's out of Pyjamas" was a ridiculous name for a bar and that even if it was a gay bar, the pun was still stupid and unnecessary. Sebastian vaguely recalls being hit on by a creepy old guy with a bag of cheesy one liners so pathetic, that he still refuses to refer to them as pick up lines.
And all that counts
Is here and now
He remembers that the place was packed tight, body pressed to body providing the club's inhabitants with next to no room to breathe. It was hard to move from place to place without being squished but the contact wasn't unpleasant, it was unexpectedly desirable. He'd been dancing with his fellow warblers before they were drunk but after they'd had liquored up he taken to discreetly backing away, since the innocent grinding Nick and Jeff had been doing mere centimetres away from him, was becoming just a little bit too 'friendly' (He's using that term lightly) for his liking.
Sebastian remembers stumbling back onto the guy that was dancing behind him, he was cute enough: brown hair, only slightly darker than his own, intently playful eyes, stained with a beautiful shade of brown, his gorgeous features were nicely rounded by the toothy smirk that was plastered across his face. In a weird way this boy reminded him of himself, (which was only for the better because he'd always wondered what it would be like to sleep with himself) despite and because of that sbeastian ended up grinding against him for the majority of the night.
My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came
Sebastian knew this feeling well, the rush, the adrenaline. He could practically smell the sex in the air around them. He didn't even know this boys name, all he knew was that what was about to happen, coincided with this feeling, and this feeling was something he knew well.
Their bodies shifted positions, chest against chest, hips moulded together with the rythym of the music, as they swayed back and forth in a highly determined battle for dominance. Darkening Hazelnut eyes met knowing green ones, and Sebastian had, once again, lost himself in the overwhelming pulse of this mindless beat.
The tension was thick and fogging up in the space around them, and before Sebastian himself, had the chance to act on it, he could feel soft lips pressing up against his own. The kiss started slowly, lips grazing lips, but it didn't stay that way for very long; soft lips became rough tounges and the once innocent kiss became a booze inflicted mess of skin and saliva.
He felt lips on his neck, fingers sliding through his hair, and this boys incredibly firm ass under his palm. And in that moment he didn't care who the boy absent-mindedly mouthing at his neck was. All he cared about was this feeling; he felt alive for the first time in weeks and he wasn't going to let that feeling slip away.
You cast a spell on me, spell on me
You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me
And I decided you look well on me, well on me
So let's go somewhere no-one else can see, you and me
Sebastian remembers the desperation seeping through his bones, the sexual desire for this unnamed boy getting heavier and heavier as the night played out. The guy pulled him in closer, and Sebastian leaned further towards him, but no matter how closely they neighboured each other's bodies, it wasn't close enough. Not close enough for Sebastian to maintain that feeling.
Turn the lights out now
Now I'll take you by the hand
Hand you another drink
Drink it if you can
So he kept pressing closer, searching harder, for some kind of empathy, for some sense of familiarity, for that feeling.
Sebastian doesn't remember much after that, just bits and pieces, snippets from the night.
More Pear Vodka. Lots more of it.
A sly grin and a cheap innuendo.
The beam this boy was sporting, only added to how attractive he was. And when he finally spoke, It was of just after a song finished it's climax and therefore of a deafening volume "I'M HUNTER. BY THE WAY!"
A few of the people surrounding them turned their heads, at this and Sebastian had to stifle a laugh; If the grin stretching across his face was any indication 'Hunter' was clearly having a good time.
That feeling again.
Can you spend a little time,
Time is slipping away from us so stay,
Stay with me I can make,
Make you glad you came
Hunter kept up with Sebastian's quips and countered them with smarter, snarkier, cruder ones, leaving no room for even a beat's hesitation.
Fumbling with a key and a lock.
Smiling, Laughing.
Clothes being scattered carelessly on the floor.
Tongues. Teeth. Skin.
The smell of his hair gel on the other boy's hands.
Bare skin, Warmth, Rythym.
The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now
My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came
I'm glad you came
Pleasure, More Tounges, More skin, so much more skin.
Arms, Hands: Lots of hands, exploring his Chest, not leaving any surface untouched. Gripping tight. Tighter. Closer. Closer. Closer.
There's that feeling.
You cast a spell on me, spell on me
You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me
And I decided you look well on me, well on me
So let's go somewhere no-one else can see, you and me
He remembers how Hunter tasted like kiwis and coconut, and how his hands felt when they were running up the hairs on the back of Hunter's neck. He remembers the sex, how it was the best he'd ever had, and he remembers the look on hunters face when he finally climaxed.
Turn the lights out now
Now I'll take you by the hand
Hand you another drink
Drink it if you can
Can you spend a little time?
Time is slipping away from us so stay,
Stay with me I can make,
Make you glad you came
The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now
The thing he remembers clearest though is the sound of Hunter's husky voice, hoarse from screaming Sebastian's name over and over again. "Not to stroke your massive ego, but... wow. like really wow."
The feeling is there again, and this time he didn't even have to look for it.
My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came
I'm glad you came
I'm glad you came
So glad you came
I'm glad you came
I'm glad you came
"I could say the same to you, Hunt." He smirked like what they'd done was the most casual thing in the world. Maybe it was for him.
The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now
Sebastian woke early, to find the boy of last nights encounters asleep next to him, with what sebastian likes to call an "post-sebgasm grin" planted on his face. and He couldn't help but wonder what the boy was thinking about.
My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came
I'm glad you came
Four and half hours later Sebastian was sat at his desk, finishing of some last minute french homework he was going to in the morning on monday before his first class when Hunter finally stirred and awoke from his very deep sleep.
Sebastian made coffee, and wordlessly handed hunter an aspirin for his hangover. He'd never been good at this part, the part after sex, the awkward morning encounters and the avoiding making promises for 'coffee sometime' or 'I'll call you later' that's why it intrigued him, that Hunter didn't say two words about when there would be a next time.
Finally someone was on the same page as him. It was what it was, nothing else. Sex was sex. That simple.
Sebastian smirked at the thought that he had finally had some meaningless sex, both participants new what they were getting into and both participants did not regret it. They sat in a comfortable silence until Sebastian remembered the conversation he had half-heartly participated in with the principal yesterday afternoon. "Oh, Shit!" he shouted abruptly, jumping from his seat at a pace similar to that of his voice.
Hunter quirked an eyebrow at this "What?" He questioned, almost as if he was irritated.
"Last night, I was supposed to give my new dorm mate a tour of the school, and I completely forgot because Jeff texted me about the new club opening."
"Dorm mate?" Hunter looked completely lost at this point, his expression, in Sebastian's opinion, was down right laughable.
"God, He probably came to the dorm last night. He probably caught us in the act and left, well, after he enjoyed the show for a bit. But- Sorry I have to go," He explains rushing towards the door, blazer in hand. "As I'm assuming he is now wondering the halls of Dalton with a tent in his pants and now I have to go find him."
Hunter was flabbergasted to say the least "Wait, you go here?"
"No shit sherlock, we just fucked in my dorm room." Sebastian counters, his voice dripping with sarcasm, still trying to piece together why this is such a hard concept for Hunter to grasp.
"No we just fucked. In. my. dorm room."