AN: So this is my new Huntbastian project and I already have the first three chapters written out. Thanks to Tess(heykurtniceplie on tumblr) and Amanda(iceicebucky), my wonderful betas.
Lover I don't have to love
Your hands on me
Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you before
I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
- Bright Eyes
Hunter leaned against the headboard, the cold wood feeling so out of place against his scorching skin. A drop of sweat trickled down his chest, chasing a path down his torso before disappearing into nothingness. His heart was thrumming erratically against his chest, as though it was trying to break free into the cold night. He couldn't blame it. A part of him wanted to jump out of the window and take off too.
He didn't want to look down, he didn't want to acknowledge the other presence in the room. The warm body that he felt pressed against his thigh. The soft snores coming from the person reminded Hunter that it was true. The stickiness of come on his stomach reminded him of how much he had enjoyed it, but the burning feeling in his cheeks revealed the inevitable shame he felt for liking something like that. Something so carnal and passionate, like the flicker of a flame in a dark room sending tantalising shadows in the wall surroundered by an ethereal orange glow.
His forced his eyes to drag over the sleeping body that was barely covered by thin sheets. He had never seen Sebastian so peaceful before, never seen the boy lower his guard to this extent. The usually fierce eyes were hidden beneath his heavy eyelids, framed by the simple beauty of his long lashes that Hunter admitted to having never noticed before now. The ever-present tenseness in Sebastian's shoulder was replaced with a placidness that only sleep could cause, lulling the boy into a sense of security. His lips that were curved in a smirk more often than not were now just a straight line of tiredness. Hunter watched the nearly unnoticeable rise and fall of his chest that betrayed the fact that the boy was breathing. It was not a dream.
But it felt like something out of a dream, Hunter mused, as taunting memories of naked skin, sweaty limbs and subtle moans washed over him. Almost as clear as day, he could remember the look of Sebastian's green eyes when he came. The way his eyes widened with desperation and his lips parting in a silent cry just before the green orbs rolled back into his head as he let out a muffled whine of pleasure. Those emerald eyes jeered him when Hunter tried to close his eyes to catch a drop of sleep afterwards.
Apparently Sebastian didn't have the same concern, judging by the way the boy was draped over the bed, occupying more than half of it. Maybe it was the alcohol that finally kicked in. But Hunter knew, he just knew that it was probably the peace of mind that came along with not lying to yourself. Sebastian didn't lie. If anything he was upfront about his thoughts and intentions, painfully so.
But Hunter? Hunter wanted to believe that he was an honest man. He wanted to believe that he was the type of man people looked up to and that his children will be proud of some day. A low laugh threatened to rip through his chest into the cold night. He was far from the man he wanted to be. His chest clenched tightly at the ungodly thoughts he had been having lately, almost all of them centralising around Sebastian's ass. He wasn't supposed to be having those thoughts. He wasn't supposed to be thinking about Sebastian fucking Smythe at all. He wasn't supposed to be thinking about fucking Sebastian Smythe either.
Hunter wanted to bang his fist against the wall and growl for being so stupid. For acting on an impulse that hadn't left his mind for the past weeks. For being willing to sacrifice everything he had built since he had promised himself that he would never think about a man in that way again. But one Warbler house party was everything it took. One party, two deviant Warblers and a handful of lies.
Trent's house was huge. It was one of those suburban houses that were ridiculously beautiful and large for a family of three, but still held an ounce of charm weighted on the shoulders of the numerous pictures on the wall. For as long as he could remember, Hunter had never seen a single picture of himself doing anything goofy as a child. The photos on the wall of his house in Colorado always portrayed some achievement that was worthy of framing on the wall. Pictures of Hunter and his father catching a large fish, the time when he won a football game or when he won his first and only Spelling Bee. If it wasn't for the photo, Hunter wouldn't even have remembered participating in the competition, but his parents didn't forget. The pictures of him were few compared to the many achievements of his siblings, but there was an unspoken rule in the house that you had to do something remarkable in order to earn that spot. When he won Regionals with his show choir in military school, the picture of them celebrating with the trophy was never displayed. Hunter never questioned it.
But as large as Trent's house was, he could still hear the music playing in the background. It was some popular song that was always on the radio. Over the faint tunes, he could distinguish some of the Warblers singing along to it. He knew that he should be downstairs in the hall with them, playing whatever stupid drinking game they had started, but he was stuck on the second floor staring at pictures of a tiny Trent. It wasn't the pictures itself that made him stare, but the whole atmosphere. Sebastian had vanished about half an hour ago and no one had seen him since.
When Sebastian left, it was as though someone extracted something from Hunter. The music wasn't as fun anymore when he couldn't steal a glance at Sebastian's direction to see the boy roll his eyes. Talking wasn't that interesting when he didn't have the taller Warbler's eyes and attention on him. Making a joke seemed pointless when he couldn't hear his bright laughter that the other always tried to hold back.
Almost on its own accord, Hunter's feet gravitated towards the second floor in the disguise of finding a bathroom. If you asked him, he would never admit that he was looking for Sebastian. Just as he thought about giving up and going back down again, he saw the culprit in question emerge from a guest room. Hunter deduced that he must have been talking to someone as he just pocketed his phone.
"Not feeling the party, Clarington? It is our victory party, after all," Sebastian's voice seemed so far away, distracted almost. His eyes were hard around the edges, as though he had just been fighting with someone. Sebastian's shoulders were tenser than usual, a fact that didn't slip past Hunter. Hunter felt the burning itch to find out who he had been talking to.
"I needed to find the bathroom," Hunter replied coolly, his hand clutching the plastic cup ever tighter. He hadn't had so much to drink, but he could see from the glassy look in Sebastian's eyes that the other hadn't been as reserved as him.
"And you stayed for the show?"
There was a sway to Sebastian's step as he came closer to Hunter, so close that there were only a few feet separating them. The look on Sebastian's face was even clearer than before and his breath revealed that he had been drinking something a little stronger than the wine coolers Trent had provided. Hunter's eyes flickered to Sebastian's lips that looked so dry, and he just wanted to lean forward and wet them with his own. He felt the urge to pin him against the wall and taste the alcohol on his lips, to feel the warmth radiating from them. But the fantasy flashes of their lips pressed together were just that; fantasies. The only thing Hunter was drinking was wine cooler straight from his tacky plastic cup and he was the one whose back was almost pressed against the wall.
Before Hunter knew it, Sebastian's face was merely inches away from his own. "If I didn't know better, I would say that you came looking for me." His annoying smirk toyed with the corners of his lips, tugging and pulling the edge of Hunter's fluttering heart.
"Luckily you know better. I didn't even notice that you were gone," Hunter lied smoothly, arching an eyebrow as to question why the boy was standing so close to him. He sneaked a hand between the two of them, placing it firmly on Sebastian's chest. He had every intent to use it to push Sebastian's away. To create a safe distance between the two of them to ensure his ability to breath properly again. But instead his hand lay limp on Sebastian's hard chest, slowly filling Hunter's mind with images of what he looked like underneath that casual American Apparel polo.
"You have terribly wandering eyes for a guy who claims to be straight," Sebastian's voice was calm and steady in contrast to Hunter's heart that was beating heavily in his chest. This time he did push him away. The action was surer than he felt and with one clear signal; step away. Sebastian did step away, letting Hunter take a deep breath. But it still felt as though Sebastian was up his personal space. No matter how far he stood, he was still a lingering presence in Hunter's mind.
That moment was when Hunter made a quick judgement and as quick judgements most, it was dreadful. "Straight guys can have fun after a few beers, right?" he asked, but the question he asked wasn't what it seemed to be. The real question was not as upfront, but he was sure that Sebastian still got the point. 'Are you up for the challenge?'
It was simple, really. Pretend that he had too much to drink and that his raging teenage hormones encouraged him to experiment the way many straight boys had done before him. It didn't make him any less straight. It didn't mean anything because Sebastian didn't mean anything to him.
For a second Sebastian's expressive eyes just stared at him, measuring him with a scrutinising stare to make up his alcohol-addled mind on whether Hunter was being serious or not. "Why?"
Hunter rolled his eyes and emitted a false giggle that rang in all the wrong ways in his ears. It was fake, it was forced and it was all just pretence. But if he acted drunk enough, he could get away with it without consequences. "Come on Sebastian.. I've seen how you look at me." The change was instantaneous. Where Hunter was guarded and reserved just two minutes ago, he now willingly took a step towards Sebastian with a smirk. The noises from the first floor meant that no one was going to come looking for them anytime soon and Hunter wanted so badly to give in to his instincts.
Ever since he laid eyes on the previous Warbler captain, it had been increasingly hard for him to contain himself and half of the time he wanted to press him against a wall and bite Sebastian's bottom lip until the other whimpered for a kiss. He wanted to mark Sebastian as his own, brand his skin with a hickey so dark that everyone could see it. He wanted his name to be the only one on Sebastian's lips. And it seemed as though he was getting what he wanted.
Sebastian's eyes darted between Hunter and the stairs for a moment, as though he was contemplating his options. But for some reason he grabbed Hunter by the shirt and pulled him forward. Hunter expected a kiss that was so hard that it bruised, but what he got instead was Sebastian's soft breath against his lips and his green eyes so impossibly close that he could see every single ridge in his sparkling irises. Their lips were inches apart, their breaths intermingling all though it felt to Hunter as though he couldn't breathe. He knew what Sebastian was doing, but he wanted it to be different. He didn't want Sebastian to ask him for permission to kiss him. He wanted it to be brutal and quick, a passing fling that would remain unspoken. At least that way he could pretend that it as just a spur of the moment thing. That he didn't really want it.
Without hesitation, he licked his lips and dove in for a kiss. It was hard and hasty without a single trace of the innocent first kiss that was often shared between people. There was no testing of waters, no uncertainty, no going back. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hunter remembered a quote he had read somewhere about the best kiss being the one that had been exchanged a thousand times between the eyes before it reached the lips. He had pictured this kiss so many times before and between getting eye-fucked by Sebastian and catching the other boy staring at his lips, he was sure that Sebastian had too. But it didn't mean that the kiss was a disappointment. Even through the little alcohol Hunter had consumed, he felt the warmth that spread through his cheeks. He felt the tingling on his lips that he tried to quench by kissing him even harder, but most of all he felt the demanding presence of Sebastian's hands on his lower back. It was intoxicating in the best of ways.
Hunter got caught in the simplicity that was their lips sliding together. The edge that was their wandering hands on each other's bodies, desperate to explore the vast expenses of untouched skin. His palms pressed into the swell of Sebastian's ass in a demanding manner as he forced the other's lips apart. Not that Sebastian minded. For Hunter it was so different from the fruity chapsticks and soft lips he had encountered the past months. There was nothing feminine in the way Sebastian's slight stubble rubbed against his chin, nothing girly about the low moan that vibrated between their lips and definitely nothing womanly about the half-hard bulge in Sebastian's pants that was pressed against his thigh.
Hunter forced himself to act sloppier than he felt, letting his hands roam aimlessly up Sebastian's ass and up his back. The soft material of his polo was intrusive and annoying between his fingers and Sebastian's flushed skin and he just wanted more. More of everything that he had denied himself, more Sebastian. "Guest room," Sebastian's voice rasped against Hunter's bottom lip just before he bit down, sending Hunter's mind into a dive. One of those when you jump from the topmost diving board and plunge into the cold waters without second thought, the swooping feeling in the pit of your stomach and you just know that there is no turning back now.
Prying his lips from Sebastian's, he grabbed a fistful of the boy's infuriating polo and dragged him to the room nearby that Sebastian previously came from. It was dark safe for the thin beam of light seeping in from outside and Sebastian's hand fumbled for the light switch, but Hunter swatted it away. He couldn't do this in full light. He couldn't pretend to be drunk. He couldn't see Sebastian's in blaring light and still do what he wanted to do. And god, he wanted to do everything with this boy. His throat clenched at the thought of sinking to his knees and humming around Sebastian's cock, sending the boy in a state of pleasured shock. He wanted to do everything to him and make Sebastian say his name over and over again. Not one of those boys that he bragged about at the dinner hall on a Sunday afternoon, but his name. Hunter.
"I should have pegged you as the shy closeted type," Sebastian smirked, diving in for another kiss that Hunter indulged. His words didn't sting as he had anticipated, but the truthfulness of them rang in their air between them like a siren. "Does this look like someone who is shy?" he bit back with a sneer, pushing Sebastian into the soft bed as he straddled him. He tried not to think that he was overcompensating and instead focused on the way Sebastian was spread out underneath him; the usually so arrogant boy pinned between himself and the bed.
"The cat has claws," Sebastian retorted coolly, tugging Hunter's shirt up from where it was neatly tucked into his jeans. The casual brush of Sebastian's long fingers sent shivers down his spine, warm and fluttery. "Let's see if you can deliver as well. You put on quite the show, Clarington, but you aren't fooling me."
For a person who was considerably inebriated to the point where his eyes lost a little of their edge and his words bore an imprint of a slur, Sebastian was awfully talkative for Hunter's taste. He wanted to take, to conquer, and to quench his thirst. Not sit around and table and have a fucking tea party. "Do you ever stop talking?" Hunter growled, tipping Sebastian's head to the side to issue a bruising kiss to the side of his neck. He was working on autopilot almost, dragging his lips over the cologne-scented skin and tasting the salty sweat that was more intoxicating than he wanted to believe. His teeth brushed against the soft skin in a teasing manner and he couldn't help but grin when he felt Sebastian fall slack under his touch. It lasted for a few precious seconds before Sebastian was back again, his shoulders tense and posture guarded. With a swift motion he turned them around so that Hunter was lying beneath him. His hands were pressed against Hunter's shoulder blades, making it impossible for him to escape. But how could Hunter mind when he felt the glee of feeling Sebastian's now fully hard erection against his body
"Make me," Sebastian grinned playfully against Hunter's ear, his softness of his breath tickling his skin. Nimble fingers carding into Sebastian's hair, Hunter tugged the boy away from him before he could say anything else. He pulled Sebastian's polo over his head, exposing the tanned skin underneath that somehow looked even more appealing in moonlight than he could have imagined. Hunter knew that Sebastian was fit and he had fantasised about his hard muscular chest, but nothing had prepared him for this. The smooth muscles on his chest were contrasted by his toned abs that were just begging to be touched. "Don't look so gobsmacked, Clarington. The fangirling look doesn't suit you," he laughed. Hunter rolled his eyes and pushed himself up for a kiss that was even harder than before; if such a thing was possible. Sebastian was straddling him, but he was adamant about not letting the boy have control over him. Not tonight. Tonight was about taking. To take what he wanted once and for all so that he could stop having these infuriating thoughts about Sebastian Smythe.
"I thought I already told you to shut up. Your voice is killing my boner," Hunter scoffed. As much as he wanted to run his fingers over Sebastian's chest and spend hours just touching and teasing him, he couldn't do that tonight. At some point the alcohol was going to wear out and then he wouldn't have an excuse to be there. His hands made a quick work of Sebastian's pants and pulled them down. Sebastian kicked them off hastily, but not before retrieving a small packet of lube and a condom from them. "At least some of us came prepared," he smirked.
"If you don't shut up, I'm going to make you," Hunter groaned, turning them around again. His heels were pressed into Sebastian ankles, and his hips were flush against Sebastian's erection. He was wearing too many clothes, a fact Sebastian was all too willing to do something about. Before long there was no pretence between them, no clothes to hide behind. Nothing except two boys in a dark room with lingering glances and curious hands.
Hunter felt his cock against Sebastian's and instinctively thrust down. The moan that escaped Sebastian's lips was enough to make him continue rutting against him until they were both gasping for more. The cold air around them wasn't cold anymore and it felt as though his skin was on fire. Hunter ached for more and Sebastian demanded more with his lips that bit and licked on Hunter's neck. It had been so long since Hunter had been with a boy and he didn't need to pretend that he was drunk to act like he was out of control. He was under the influence of Sebastian, drunk on everything the boy had to offer. Every touch made him slip further and further into a darker place where everything felt right. "I want to fuck you," he gasped, rolled his head back when Sebastian sucked a hickey to his neck. He couldn't bring himself to care that it would leave a bruise that he would have to cover up the next day. All he could think about was Sebastian's rough lips on him, urging him for more.
"What makes you think that you have deserved that right?" Sebastian retorted easily. "Virgins get to bottom and let the experienced boys take control." Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the momentary insanity that had taken over his body, but Hunter let out a mocking laugh. "You think I'm a virgin? How cute," he snorted as he tried to mark his claim by pushing Sebastian hard against the bed. In all honesty he had to admit that he wanted to feel Sebastian inside of him. He wanted to feel the delicious stretch and the grounding burn that followed right after, but seeing Sebastian underneath him was too good to let go. "Thank you for proving my point that you are not straight," Sebastian grinned with an evil gleam in his eyes, as though Hunter just played right into his hands, just where he wanted him. "You may get to top, but I'm still fucking you so good tonight," Sebastian swore, his hands leaving a scorching trail of heat as it roamed over his ass. "I bet you haven't had anything up here for so long, have you? You must be starving for it," he smirked, pinching Hunter's ass cheek. Hunter let out a sharp yelp and punched Sebastian's chest with little to no force. "I told you, Smythe. I'm not into boys in that way, but since you are so conveniently here and I'm horny, I'll let it pass for now." The words were so well-rehearsed that they were on autopilot in his mind. They left his lips effortlessly, the lie rolling into the dark room and shrivelling up once they left his lips as they both knew that it wasn't true. Sebastian looked right through him and Hunter hated it. He hated it so much. He could feel droplets of anger gather on his skin, running down his spine, urging him to do something about it. Wipe that smirk off of Sebastian's face. Make him shut up.
Hunter swatted away Sebastian's fingers and slicked two of his own digits with the lube that Sebastian brought with him. In any other circumstance he would have laughed at him, but right now he just wanted to feel him in every way possible. Quickly he thrust two lubed fingers inside of him despite the slightly awkward position on Sebastian's lap. His head rolled forward in a silent moan as his fingers pumped in and out of him. He wasn't used to doing it himself, but he would be damned before he asked Sebastian Smythe for help.
Hunter saw Sebastian looked up in awe, his eyes dragging over his frame that was slightly bent on top of him. He was so lost in his own movements and pleasure, and Sebastian let out a laugh as he leaned forward and attached his lips to a nipple. A low moan rippled through Hunter's chest. Before he knew it, he saw three fingers pistoning into him and couldn't do anything but just take it. Sebastian's mind was clouded with thoughts of being buried inside Hunter's tight hole, thrusting into the boy to make the uptight captain fall apart on top of him. "Fuck.. You really aren't a virgin," he smirked, earning a glare from Hunter. "No straight guy takes it up their ass that well, babe," Sebastian drawled teasingly, as though to get a rise from him. Hunter was that much more amusing when he was irritated. Hunter, on the other hand, couldn't help but wish that Sebastian was too drunk to talk.
"Shut up, or I'm going to finish this all alone," Hunter rolled his eyes as he scissored his fingers patiently. However, all patience went out the window when he glanced down to see Sebastian fisting his own cock, his face contorted in pleasure. A possessive need came over Hunter and he slapped Sebastian's hand away. As hot as it was to watch, he wanted to be the one to give him pleasure. He wanted to be the one who made him gasp and cry when he finally came. Sliding the condom over Sebastian's impressive length, he balanced his hands on Sebastian's shoulders, lowering himself slowly. Sebastian clenched the sheets around him to keep himself from thrusting up before Hunter was ready for it. "Fuck, you are tight.." he moaned through gritted teeth.
Hunter let out a soft whimper when he felt Sebastian stretch him and he was all the way in. He hadn't felt so full in over a year and it made his head spin with excitement. He was trembling from the feeling of being so intimate with another person, even though everything in his mind screamed that it was wrong. Right now it didn't matter because his body was in charge and it was telling him that it was right. Kissing Sebastian passionately, he started bouncing on Sebastian's cock, welcoming the initial burn with open arms. The slight pain reminded him that he was alive, that this was really happening. He was riding Sebastian Smythe, the school playboy.
Hunter found an angle that brushed against his prostate every time he pushed himself down on Sebastian's length, making him pant in soft cries despite his own wishes to keep quiet. His only consolation was that Sebastian was just as bad as him. Sebastian's eyes were half-closed and his lips were parted in a string of moans and praises that went straight to Hunter's cock. He was sure that he had never seen anything as beautiful as Sebastian before. He had never encountered anything as gorgeous and deadly, almost like a poisonous snake that had him under his spell. One wrong move and he knew Sebastian could end his reputation at school. But at the same time he couldn't help but feel drawn to the boy in an insane way that he couldn't explain. He needed more of Sebastian and he needed it now.
Heat curled in his groin, urging him for more. Despite the fact that he hadn't bottomed in a while, all he could do was ignore the dwindling burn and take what he wanted – no, what he needed. Driven by desperation, he rode Sebastian with broken moans that he couldn't control, no matter how hard he tried. "Fuck fuck fuck.." he groaned, digging his blunt nails into Sebastian's chest, feeling the other man respond to his rough touch with a moan of his own. "Hunt.. Fuck.. Faster," Sebastian growled. Their eyes locked together for a second and Hunter could see that Sebastian wanted this just as much as he did. They needed it. For that brief second it felt as though the world stood still and he couldn't look away. He was mesmerized by the look of Sebastian's face, the look of being completely debauched with puffy lips, red cheeks and the sheer and utter look of desperation in his eyes that begged him for more – anything, just as long as it was more. Then a moan dragged from Sebastian's lips and Hunter lost it completely. He let lose of whatever shards of control he had left and gave in to the throws of pleasure that he felt curling around his spine. He didn't care how he looked or what Sebastian thought of him. Clenching tightly around the other, he leaned down to brush his lips against his sweaty collarbone, enjoying the musky scent of Sebastian that was so genuinely male. Gone were the nauseatingly floral perfumes and lipstick stains. Sebastian was a boy and god, did he love that.
"Touch me," Hunter demanded, his voice raspy and pained from being so close to his orgasm. He expected Sebastian to say something snarky in response and tease him, but he was so, so close to giving into tight heat swelling in his groin and just needed the extra push to pull him over the edge. But Sebastian's hand wrapped around his throbbing cock and the boy pumped in time with his erratic thrusts, bringing him closer to bliss. "F-fuck!" Before long Hunter felt the heat spread to his entire body in tingling waves, crashing over him impossibly – again and again – until he collapsed on top of Sebastian. He felt the other boy's limp cock fall out of him with a wet slide and knew that he had made Sebastian come as well. The sound of his name on Sebastian's lips as he came was etched in his mind like a teasing reminder of everything that he wanted. Everything that he finally got.
Hours later Hunter was still staring at the sleeping boy with a frown on his forehead. The alcohol in his system was long gone and all that was left was the faint memory of a nervewreckingly delicious orgasm and the flashes in his mind of their two bodies entangled. A part of him wanted to stay. He wanted to stay and cuddle with him like in the ending of a happy movie. Admit his undeniable attraction and start dating. The ending credits would show pictures of them on various dates, growing older with each other until there were two graves beside each other in the end. But that ending was not for Hunter, and definitely not with Sebastian. Maybe under different circumstances. Maybe in a different life where love was as easy as breathing, where attraction was something he could risk, where people were just that; people. Not a boy or a girl and the stigma that came along with that choice, but a place where everyone was equal. But Hunter didn't live in that world and Sebastian wasn't that person for him.
When the morning sun came creeping into the room, Hunter pulled on his clothes in perfect silence and slipped out before Sebastian woke up.
AN: I hoped you guys liked it. I had a lot of fun writing it! Reviews are love :)