It had all started accidentally. Of course it had, Hunter would never initiate something like that if he'd had a clear mind. Sure, Sebastian had been trying to get with him since he first transferred, but something told Hunter that was never meant to be anything more than a hook-up. It most certainly had not meant to become what it had.

The first time it happened, the two of them had planned on studying. Thinking about it, Hunter had to admit it was a bit of a cliché. But Sebastian spoke French, and Hunter needed to speak French, so it seemed like the perfect solution at the time. In hindsight, Hunter had to wonder what would have happened if his roommate hadn't decided to head out for the night at the last minute. Maybe he would have actually passed his oral test the next day (Sebastian would crudely remark that he had passed with flying colors.) As it was, he and Sebastian had alone been in the room, Sebastian saying phrases for Hunter to repeat back at him. Then, when he realized that Smythe was snickering whenever he spoke, it dawned on him that Sebastian was probably having him say some rather inappropriate things.

And he'd lost it. He had started yelling at Sebastian that he needed to be serious and help him, to which Sebastian replied by telling Hunter to get that stick out of his ass. In all fairness, it had been a stressful week in general, and both of them were using the other as a verbal punching bag. It hadn't been pretty, and neither of them could really recall exactly what had been said. Then when Hunter had started going off about Sebastian being a giant prick, he had been shut up by a rough kiss that resulted in the ripping off of clothes and him withering beneath Sebastian. When their hormones finally decided to come back down and they realized what had happened, Hunter yelled at Sebastian to get out of his room.

(If you asked Sebastian what had happened,, he'd recall how Hunter had turned away from him after it was over and cried, muttering things that made Sebastian actually worry about him. And he'd recall whispering soft words he hadn't even known were in his vocabulary while holding his friend to calm him down. But there was no need to remember that bit.)

And so Sebastian went home and Hunter drank NyQuil to help him fall asleep so he wouldn't have to think. He spent the next day ignoring the pain and trying to block everything out of his brain while simultaneously going about his day-to-day routine. To his credit, Sebastian didn't bring it up, didn't so much as shoot him a telling look, and things returned to normal. It was almost like the entire incident had never happened, and for a while, Hunter actually began to think it had all been one crazy-ass dream.

Until the evening they had planned on going over a possible set list for the Warblers, but wound up in a tangled, sweaty mess on Hunter's dorm room floor.

There wasn't any mention of the first time; Sebastian had just laid their smirking, arms behind his head. "I knew you couldn't resist me." Hunter had smacked him in the chest, not knowing what he could say. Every fiber of his being was telling him he was going to Hell, that he was a dead man and it was entirely his own fault. Instead of kicking Sebastian out, though, like his mind was telling him, he said 'fuck it' and decided to go for a second round. And that was that.

They fell into a routine: every Tuesday and Thursday, Hunter's roommate Michael was out with his own girlfriend, so they took their time in his dorm. Sebastian had his house to himself most weekends, and they made sure to take advantage of that. Then they would go to class and rehearsal, get angry at one another and argue in the middle of rehearsal as usual, until the next time.

Neither was sure exactly what to label themselves as, so they didn't bother. 'Fuck buddies' seemed to be the most accurate term, and if one of them had actually asked what they were, that would have been their agreed-upon word. But then there were stolen kisses in between classes and the nights without sex, with just them laying in bed and talking about the most random things, and 'fuck buddies' just didn't seem quite as fitting. Of course, they both refused to use the 'b' word, so that one was out of the question. 'Lovers' was just a nauseating way to think about it. They were just Hunter and Sebastian, though no one needed to know that. Sebastian didn't feel the need to advertise every one of his conquests, and Hunter was still adamantly set in his 'heterosexuality.' If you didn't need to label something, then why do it?

"Y'know, one of these days, we may actually have to study." Hunter said one Saturday night when the two of them were sitting idly in his bed. The T.V. was on low, giving them a slight background noise as he began kissing Sebastian along the side of his neck.

Sebastian smirked, tilting his head to the side to make more room. "Probably, but I'd rather not. Homework's boring; we might as well have some fun while we can." He twisted around to get their bodies at a more accessible angle before leaning forward to continue on.

"Sebastian! We're home!" Both boys broke apart at the voice that shot up the stairs right as Hunter's tongue slipped into Sebastian's mouth. Sebastian pulled back to shout something back down to his father, but Hunter was too panicked to make out what he was saying. Hid brain was instantly screaming at him that this had been a mistake, that it had always been a mistake.

"What time is it?" Hunter asked, his sex-drive immediately crashing as he looked around for his phone to check the time. Sebastian had said his parents would be home around 9, and it was. . . shit, 9:23. He jumped off of the bed, startling Sebastian with his sudden movement.

"Jesus! Stop freaking. It wouldn't be the first time my parents walked in on me. And believe me, they've walked in on a lot worse." For some reason, that only made Hunter's anger flare more. Sebastian moved to pull him back down onto the bed, but he snatched his arm back. Sebastian actually looked pissed at this. "Don't get prissy with me, Clarington."

"Sebastian, can you drive me back to Dalton?" Fuck, Hunter was regretting hitching a ride with him right after school. He could have been in his car already, instead of trying to sneak out of the Smythe house undetected.

"Well, what's in it for me?" Sebastian had to admit, it was fun to frustrate Hunter. He leaned back against his headboard and smirked while Hunter went on a furious search for his clothes. Then he let himself notice the way Hunter was borderline hyperventilating, and it diminished the fun. "Hey, Hunt, calm down. It's not like they'll care anyways." And they wouldn't. Maybe his parents weren't exactly happy with his libido, but they would at least be grateful he wasn't hooking up with some middle-aged closet case in a dirty public bathroom.

Hunter didn't seem to be thinking like that. If his frustrated motions were any indication, he wasn't really thinking much about anything except for what could give him the quickest escape. Sebastian was pretty sure he would resort to scaling out the window and running back to the school if he had no other choice. And it was something like 40 degrees outside, he was not about to make Hunter walk. He exhaled and sat up, reaching around for his own shirt. "Fine, whatever. They're probably in their room by now, so go ahead and just meet me on the porch. I'll tell them I have to run out for a bit and I'll be right there."

He could actually see the relief come over Hunter while he finished getting dressed. He frowned, but finished getting himself dressed before heading down to his parents' room.

When they were on the ride back to Dalton, there was a quiet that was becoming all too familiar between them after almost getting caught. On nights when things went flawlessly, they would find something mundane to talk about on the drive back, or at least have the radio blasting. Nights like this, though, were just plain unpleasant. "You know, eventually you're gonna have to come clean about this, Hunt." Sebastian said when the silence grew to be too much.

"Clean about what, Smythe?" And just like that, it was back to the trained little soldier. Dissociated, snarky, and in complete denial. Sebastian had pointed out before how he had such a rapid personality change after they'd spent a night together, and Hunter had just ignored him. Whether that was because he hadn't agreed with it or because he didn't want to think about it, though, was another question entirely.

Sebastian smirked, watching Hunter out of the corner of his eye. He didn't answer the question, deciding instead to let Hunter stew over whatever was going on in that little brain of his. It was best to just let him sulk. Neither spoke the rest of the way, but Hunter's anxiety was practically tangible, and it was making Sebastian squirm in the driver's seat.

He was actually relieved when they pulled in front of the Dalton dorms, and Hunter mumbled his thanks before exiting the car. Sebastian watched him walk around the front of the car, and sighed in annoyance before rolling down his window and shouting. "Hey, Hunt?"

Hunter spun on his heel and walked back the five or so feet so he could lean forward to talk to him. "Yes?"

Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, Sebastian reached out the window and pulled Hunter down by the collar to kiss him. Hunter leaned into it, suddenly feeling much calmer. Eventually, he had to pull back, not wanting to get caught in the middle of the parking lot, but said before heading back to his room, "I'll text you in the morning, alright?"

"I'm holding you to that one, Clarington."


A/N: Help, I've Huntbastian'ed and I can't get up.

So, new story a bit different from what I've done before. This was sort of spawned while listening to the song from bare: A Pop Opera, and I had to get it out. A lot of the music has inspired me for this story, actually. Maybe I shouldn't be starting another story when I have two other ones that require my attention, but this would not leave me alone, and I am actually excited about this.

I have class in a few hours, so I just wanted to get this up and posted when I had the chance. I don't really know if this would be considered a prologue, but I wanted to establish a bit of a foundation before I carried on. Like I said, I'm actually getting very excited about this, so if you've read and enjoy, please let me know what you think. It would be much appreciated.