Club Can't Handle Me
Heard this on the radio a week back, couldn't think of anything but it so I'm writing a Oneshot xxx Enjoy xxx
Hunter wasn't sure why he'd agreed to Sebastian's stupid wager. But he did and now he was paying the price for it. He had to comply with three demands his roommate would make. Sadly, the more he thought the less confident he became, Sebastian was known for being unpredictable and spontaneous. The first demand he could live with. Accompanying Sebastian to Scandals was not really a bad thing, sure he'd have to drive home but he didn't really drink anyway.
"Jeez, lose the tie, Clarington" Sebastian said emerging from the bathroom. "We're going to a bar , not a meal with grandma, dress your fricken age." With a huff he pulled off the tie and switched his pants for jeans.
"Happy?"
"satisfied, let's go."
Hunter laid on his bed, French textbook open as he studied for his French Mid-term. He watched as Sebastian strode to the desk where his laptop sat and flicked through his school email account.
"Mid-term, French, in the morning."
"I know, if you turned up to class once in a while you would already know too."
"Why bother with class?"
"So you don't fail dumbass."
"Please, I aced French last year." He scoffed.
"Yeah, according to Nick and Jeff you actually attended back then," Hunter muttered. "You're gonna fail."
"You willing to bet?" Hunter looked at him, sliding the glasses from his nose, placing them in his textbook.
"What for? Not sex."
"No, you're a wuss. Demands."
"Demands?"
"Three. Plain and simple. Winner makes, other does."
"Three? Deal."
"Shake, I want your word Clarington. No backing out."
"Fine, state your terms."
"I bet that I will not only get higher marks on the test then you, but I will bet the best in the class."
"Done," they shook on it and so it was.
It didn't really surprise Hunter to see that Sebastian had invited some of the older Warblers to witness his suffering. In Hunter's opinion Sebastian had cheated. How was he supposed to know Sebastian had lived in France? Hunter drove to the club in silence. Sebastian was wearing one of his trademark smirks. Arriving they barely flashed their ID's before being waved in. Taking Hunter by the wrist Sebastian weaved through dancers to reach the bar, ordering a round of drinks, a light beer for Hunter so he could still drive later and a regular for himself. Hunter sipped his drink remembering when they got their results.
The one day Sebastian turned up to their French class was to get his results. He took the empty seat beside Hunter who was keeping his face neutral. The scores were all close, as you'd expect from a private school, they were also in the range of the 90/100. Hunter smiled triumphantly as he read 98/100 and turned to his roommate who's results remained unopened. He pushed it towards Hunter to open them, a smirk forming as Hunter read them. Leaning over so Hunter felt his breath tickle his ear he whispered, "I win."
"Hunter you OK?" Trent asked, drinking his own beer.
"I'm fine" he replied, his gaze trained on his roommate.
"He really likes you y'know?"
"He doesn't, he likes the challenge I present."
"Hunt, I'm serious."
"Thanks for trying Trent, but I kno-"
"You don't."
"Don't what?"
"You don't know him as well as you think you do."
"And you do?" Hunter broke his stare to look at Trent.
"Yes. Me and Sebastian grew up together. Minus his year in France and he tells me everything. I held him every time he cried, I was there through the Michael fiasco, through Kurt being a little bitch. Where you you think he was when you didn't get called to pick him up?" Hunter studied Trent's truthful expression.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it." Hunter thought of all the times his roommate vanished and came back looking like hell. He'd always assumed it was a hangover, but now things made more sense.
Sebastian had left early the night before, Hunter expected a call about midnight or 1AM but it never came. He fell into an uneasy sleep and woke early Saturday. He paced their room about 11, considering calling to make sure he was OK. As he prepared to dial the door opened and Sebastian entered, looking less then terrible. "Where've you been?"
"Mind your own business Clarington."
"Damn it Seb, I waited for you to call, where were you."
"None of your business, drop it and forget. I feel like hell and I'm gonna sleep, so keep it down or fuck off!" Sebastian snapped.
"Fine." Hunter snatched his jacket from the closet door and slammed the door closed, immediately feeling guilty as he leant against the wood.
Around an hour later Hunter was approached by a pretty inebriated Sebastian.
"Hunter!" He slurred, "com'n dance wib me."
"No thanks Seb."
"Huuuunnntttteeerrrr," he whined.
"Seb, you're drunk and I don't dance."
"You dances in ze Warbhers."
"That's different."
"Jeeezzzz Clarington, loosen up. Live while you're young!" Sebastian sang loudly.
"You just quoted One Direction. You're very drunk."
"You madez me sing the stoopid sing" he slurred, "Body shots, you need body shots," he said logically- well as logically as you can when you're drunk beyond belief.
"No." Hunter said firmly, squaring upto the taller boy.
"I'll do it Hunter. OK, I demand" he began placing extra emphasis on the word, "that you let me and any other guy who wants to do tequila shots off of you, with out complaining. Or pay a forfiet."
"What forfiet?"
"Decided by these guys," he said gesturing to the other Warblers present, "you don't have a choice, Hunter, so strip your shirt and lay back on the bar." Hunter glared at his roommate as his fingers undid his shirt buttons, sliding it from his muscular shoulders he received a whistle of approval from Sebastian so he threw the shirt in his face and hopped onto the bar. "You do five, you pass," Sebastian whispered, "the guys from school don't count but they'll go after me to help you adapt." Before Hunter could reply, Sebastian placed a wedge of lime in his mouth, juice droplets teasing his tastebuds. The salt tickled his chest and he fought a shudder from the cool liquid pooling in his navel. Sebastian leaned over his roommate, tongue darting between his slightly parted lips to lick at the salt, purposely flicking over Hunter's nipple he smirked as Hunter gripped at the bar so tightly his knuckles turned white as he stopped his hips bucking upwards. Hunter's breath hitched as Sebastian's tongue dipped to sup up the liquid his hand palming the bulge in Hunter's jeans. Using his teeth to pluck the lime from Hunter's lips, he squeezed if so the citris juice dripped through Hunter's parted lips.
The other Warblers followed Sebastian and Hunter calmed down a little. The first stranger, despite having a breath problem wasn't bad, he respected Hunter was nervous and had boundaries. The second and third were a couple of girls who soon left together. The fouth was a man Sebastian had been talking with earlier in the night. As he took the night he gripped Hunter painfully causing him to spit the lime and protest: "Whoa! Dude what the hell?" He yelled sitting.
"Just feeling the package Princess."
"Fuck off Brad," Sebastian stepped in. Turning to Hunter he smirked, "I win, boys, go choose a forfiet." Hunter glared at Sebastian, suspecting foul play. "Done so soon?" The taller boy asked.
"Yeah, Hunt, as forfeit you have to make out with Seb for five minutes, while you dance," Thad smirked and added, "as a couple."
"Thad, don't take this the wrong way- in fact, yeah, take it in a wrong way if you must, but just how drunk are you?"
"You never specified on rules. That's the forfeit. Go dance. Or, back down and Hunter get's to make five demands." Sebastian glared at the smallest boy in their group. "Come on baby." He said taking Hunter's hand. Hunter had watched the exchange and wasn't so happy either, but a bet was a bet. Maybe if guys saw him with Sebastian they'd leave him be? Sebastian dragged him onto the crowded dance floor. He knew the boys wanted the pair to give dating a try, it was bordering on an obsession, so while they were drinking and less-likely to remember he'd give them a show. Pulling Hunter into his arms he whispered:
"Dance with me." Taking Hunter's wrists he placed them over his shoulders, his resting on Hunter's hips as they swayed to the music. "Loosen up Hunt," he whispered.
"Can't we just get this over-with?"
"Nope, this is your punishment. I can drag this out for as long as I like," he murmured nibbling Hunter's earlobe, trailing his lips down Hunter's jaw, to his throat, a pulse point, just above where a Dalton uniform would cover. He kissed, sucked and nipped at the skin, Hunter moan involuntarily. "We have an audience," Sebastian said, eyes darting towards the guys and back to Hunter.
"Well let's give them something to look at," he said closing the gap between their lips, letting out a long, withheld, sigh. Their bodies stilled as Hunter bravely deepened the kiss, parting his lips and letting Sebastian take charge, both boys tightening their grip on the other. As they kissed, Hunter's time at Dalton flashed through his mind.
His first day he'd walked into his dorm, finding it empty at night. He'd arrived late to avoid the crowds during the day, but he'd been expecting a roommate. Maybe he'd arrive in the morning Hunter dismissed. After unpacking he sat at his desk and flicked through his Ipad at photos of his friends from Colorado Springs Military Academy. Coming to the end he landed on a video file he'd not seen before. 'Hey Hunt, we miss you here, but go win Nationals buddy. See you at the holidays!' His old roommate spoke to the camera, his other friends crowded into the background. He missed them terribly, but he was here with a purpose. A purpose to win.
Hunter's impressions of the Warblers were they had what it took, they just had a bad time with unlucky competition rivals. With a little training he could whip them into shape. He began by creating a work out routine to heighten stamina within the group.
Hunter's roommate was an ass. Good-looking and charming, but an ass. He had already instructed Hunter he was his designated driver. He was calling at stupid times in the morning to be picked up from some gay-bay or not calling at all and just turning up in the morning hung over and looking rough. Sebastian Smythe was frustrating and his comments confused him, but Hunter powered through, winning Sectionals.
It took Hunter a while to realise, but Sebastian was flirting with him. It just hit him as they had kissed. Sebastian pulled back, breaking he kiss. Hunter let out a whine of protest. "Time's up. I need a drink." And so Sebastian walked away, leaving a confused Hunter on the dance floor.
It was late and Hunter wanted to go back to Dalton with what little of his dignity still remained.
"The night's young Hunter."
"If we stay we'll be caught."
"We can go to my place. It's empty."
"Seb, come on."
"On what?" He smirked.
"Sebastian, come home."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Sing."
"Ye- what?"
"My third and final demand. Sing a song. Tell me why we should leave." He purred leaning closer.
"Fine." Hunter growled, bracing his hands on Sebastian's shoulders to push him away. "Give me five minutes." Sebastian smirked. He had no intention what-so-ever of leaving after Hunter's performance. He watched as Hunter gathered the Warblers that had come with them and then spoke to Ryan behind the bar. The man nodded and went about clearing the dance floor. Hunter beckoned Sebastian over, so he was standing front and center, a triumphant smirk on his face.
(Hunter/Thad/All)
"You want a reason to leave, here it is."
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
The club can't even handle me right now
As the next verse started Hunter and the boys broke into stunning gymnastic arrangements, jumping and leaping around, the work-out course he put them through defiantly paying off.
I own the night, and I don't need no help
Gotta be the feeling that Scarface felt
Stuntin', go wild can't handle this player
Life of the club, arrogant like, yeah
Top like money, so the girls just melt
Want too many, all know me like Twelve
Look like cash and they all just stare
Bottles, models, standin' on chairs
Fall out 'cause that's the business
All out, it's so ridiculous
Zone out so much attention
Scream out, "I'm in the building"
Thad cut in with a grin, slide-stepping in front of Hunter, moving his body with the music as he and Hunter 'flirted', much to the jealous dislike of Sebastian.
They watchin', I know this
I'm rockin', I'm rolling
I'm holding, I know it
You know it
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
The club can't even handle me right now
Still feelin' myself, I'm like outta control
Can't stop now, more shots, let's go
Ten more rounds, can I get a K.O.?
Paparazzi trying to make me pose
Came to party 'til I came no more
Celebrate 'cause that's all I know
Tip the groupies takin' off their clothes
Grand finale like Superbowl
Go hard, run the show
That's right, while I've got money to blow
More lights, more ice when I walk in the door
No hype, do it big all over the globe
Hunter and Thad ground against each other purposely, Hunter's eyes locked on Thad, knowing this was driving Sebastian crazy, but he'd chosen Thad because Sebastian would never hurt the smaller boy.
I said it, go tell it
Confetti, who ready?
I'm ready, you ready
Let's get it
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)
You got me watchin' now, got my attention now
Got everybody in the club wanting to know now
I am a ladies man, come be my lady and
We can ball, so, ah
Bring ya body here, let me switch up your atmosphere
Take you up out of the club and up in my new limo
Fly you all around the world
What you want baby girl, are you ready to go now?
You know I know how
To make 'em stop and stare as I zone out
The club can't even handle me right now
Watchin' you watchin' me, I go all out
The club can't even handle me right now
(Put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)
(Put your hands up)
The club can't even handle me right now
(Put your hands up)
(Let's celebrate now)
(Put your hands up)
(You know who shut it down)
After the song Hunter stood in front of Sebastian, both breathing heavily for different reasons. "Let's go." Hunter said dryly turning, Sebastian snatched his wrist and spun him around pressing his lips firmly against his. "About freakin' time Seb."
"Shut it Clarington"
"Forceful, my favourite." Hunter grinned biting on Sebastian's bottom lip. "Now take me home and do what we both know you've been dying to do since you laid eyes on me."
"I'm gonna do better then that. Think the desk and a 90 degree bend in your bod-" He was cut off By Hunter taking his wrist and pulling him towards the door muttering about knowing he'd keep 'that' promise.
Hi readers, hope you like this oneshot. I'm taking prompts for anything you want to see, to do with the Warblers. xxx