Sebastian Smythe had always been quite critical when it came to physical appearance. As a model himself who spent hours working with other fine specimen, he had gotten used to seeing beautiful, young men. Most of them no longer even fazed him and only caught his interest if casual sex was on the agenda.
Yet he found himself staring at this...kid, who had managed to walk up to the door looking ridiculously fuckhot, like he owned the goddamn air he was breathing in, flaunting those broad shoulders, well-defined jaws, high nose and piercing yet lazy, bedroom eyes, all complete with those full, pouty lips that Sebastian always had a soft spot for. It was as if this boy was everything Sebastian physically liked bundled up in a single package of taut muscles and flawless skin.
And Sebastian didn't even want to get started on the sheer promise of mind-blowing sex radiating from every inch of his guest.
"OK, this is getting ridiculous. How much did he pay you?" Sebastian asked the teen, crossing his arms in front of him and trying to appear much less hot and bothered than he actually was. He was only a shot of Courvoisier from acting on all sorts of fantasies with the newcomer.
"What?" the teen asked with a quirk of an eyebrow.
"Sebastian!" Kurt hissed incredulously and shot an apologetic look at his cousin.
"No seriously, how much did he pay you? By the way Hummel, not bad. You could've won this bet, if I didn't know any better."
"What bet?" the teen asked, furrowing his brows slightly. Kurt stared at his friend, looking utterly horrified.
"Hunter, I'm sorry, ignore him. Sebastian, what the hell is wrong with you? This is Hunter, you know, my cousin who's staying with you for a few days? Remember?"
"Cousin, right, nice try though. Where did you even find him?"
"Oh. My. God. Can we talk inside?"
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The three found themselves in Sebastian's living room.
Kurt looked both furious and embarrassed that his cousin was subjected to such a horrendous introduction, and Hunter didn't seem all too impressed by the turn of events. Sebastian, however, sat with both his arms and legs crossed, looking quite smug that he had Kurt's master plan figure out.
"So you think I was hired to make you lose this no-sex bet?" Hunter asked slowly, breaking the tense silence.
"And you're saying you weren't?" Sebastian countered, a playful smirk back in place.
"Hunter, I'm sorry, Sebastian must be high," Kurt apologized instead, knowing that Hunter was probably a few seconds away from just walking out on them.
"Whatever bet you have, I don't care, and I don't want any part of it," Hunter began, his eyes fixed into a hard stare. "I'm not even remotely bi-curious."
Sebastian raised a delicate eyebrow at the teen. There was just no way that this kid was straight.
"Is this a part of your act, too?"
"Sebastian! He's just my cousin, who's still in high school by the way. And yes, he's completely straight, and no, I didn't hire him for whatever reason, and shit, I'm running late, so have fun you two. Figure it out!" Kurt exclaimed before bolting out the door while frantically dialing a number on his phone. Sebastian and Hunter stared at each other in silence as they heard the door slam shut. The model still didn't look persuaded, while the teen looked more disgruntled than before. Sebastian eyed the bags now lying abandoned next to the couch.
"Whatever. Pick your bags, I'll take you to your room," Sebastian ordered curtly and stalked over to the guestroom without checking to see that the other was following. Hunter sighed, realizing that this stay was going to be a lot more difficult than he had originally expected. It really seemed that Kurt didn't have too many normal friends around.
"OK, a few ground rules," the model started once they were inside the guest room. "One, no permanent damage to the house, two, nothing illegal and three, don't bring anyone over."
Hunter grunted in response and placed his duffle bags on the floor.
"There should be food in the kitchen if you want," Sebastian continued before walking out the room, leaving the teenager to settle in.
As soon as the door was shut behind him, the model exhaled slowly. Granted that Hunter really was Kurt's cousin, he was definitely an unexpected (yet pleasantly so) anomaly to the family tree. Who would've thought that someone so sinfully sexy was related to Kurt? He was just a child really, but hot damn. The kid had an ass like buns fresh out of the oven, and he didn't care how illegal that sounded. 17 was over the age of consent, right? No?
Sebastian slapped himself mentally when he realized where his train of thoughts was heading, and he did not like where it was going. He was Sebastian Smythe for crying out loud.
Yet, he had a feeling that having the kid around wasn't going to help him win the bet.
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Once settled into his new room, Hunter took a moment to reflect on the man that was Sebastian Smythe.
He had already heard from his cousin that Sebastian was a model, and quite a popular one at that too. It was just that he had no interest in fashion and therefore had never quite come across his face. And he figured he could see it. Sebastian definitely had the figure of a model and had that runway walk going on.
Kurt had also told him that the model didn't take shit from anyone, and that the attitude had been there probably since birth. If anything, Sebastian had become more tolerant after beginning his modeling career. He wasn't a diva, and was apparently surprisingly down to Earth. And while he wasn't actually an asshole, he had a tendency to appear as one.
Whatever that means.
From the actual encounter, Hunter could see that the model was not someone he really wanted to get close to, if the whole no-sex bet was any indication. Something about Sebastian sort of rubbed him the wrong way. The model was this promise of all things dangerous, and Hunter wasn't sure that he wanted any part of it.
By dinner time, Hunter was out about in the kitchen, trying to familiarize himself with the content of each drawer, cabinet and the fridge. He cursed inwardly, realizing that his culinary ability was limited to microwaveable meals. He was starving and needed to eat. Now.
"Hungry?"
Hunter looked up in surprise at the voice. He had been so absorbed in his quest to find anything consumable that he hadn't heard Sebastian approach him.
"Yeah, I guess," the teen answered, all of a sudden hopeful.
"Then we're going out to eat," Sebastian informed, picking his keys of the counter. Hunter just stood there, looking confused, which earned him another eye roll from the model. "I'm sorry, do you not what know eating out means or...?"
"Of course I do," Hunter replied with a scowl and made his way to the guest room to retrieve his things.
"And where are you going?"
"To get my wallet."
"Don't bother. I'm hungry, so move it," Sebastian drawled, sauntering over to the front door. The teen followed suit, suddenly having a bad feeling about the entire situation.
"Where are we going?"
"I feel like French today."
"Are you serious?" Hunter asked with a snort. He had never had actual French food and had always considered the idea of an 8-course meal too pompous for his liking. Sebastian ignored the boy altogether and continued to his car.
"This is yours?" the teen asked incredulously when he eyed a silver SLK AMG parked in the garage.
"No, I just like to have other people's cars in my own garage."
Hunter shot the other man a pointed look, not appreciating the heavy sarcasm, but his eyes quickly returned to the beautiful piece of machinery in front of him. Like all teenage boys his age, he fancied cars, and seeing such a fine dream car was making him quite giddy inside. Sure, Sebastian was a bit of a jackass, but he obviously had a good taste in cars. Apparently, Kurt hadn't been lying about Sebastian's wealth.
Once on their way, the model smirked at how Hunter was trying so hard (and failing miserably) to conceal the overwhelming sense of awe at the car. It was almost endearing in a strange way, and Sebastian had come this close to making fun of him for it.
At the restaurant, Hunter found out that Sebastian spoke fluent French.
Of course
"So you're in high school," Sebastian started once they were finished ordering. Hunter noticed that many of the current occupants of the restaurant had recognized the model and was whispering amongst themselves. He could have sworn that a couple of women a few tables down were taking pictures.
"Yeah."
"Got a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Boyfriend?"
"I told you, I'm straight."
"No, you said you weren't even remotely bi-curious."
"That's the same thing."
"You clearly don't have a clear grasp of the English language."
"I'm straight," Hunter clarified, rubbing his forehead with his hand. He could just feel a headache coming on.
"Of course."
The teen did not appreciate the smirk on the other's face. Dinner was going to probably require a lot more patience than he was capable of.
By the 5th dish, Hunter was thoroughly annoyed at French cuisine. He was used to a nice steak or a burger at a local diner, not having tiny bits of whatever it was being handed to him with too long of an interval between each.
"Aren't models suppose to watch what they eat?" Hunter questioned, noticing that Sebastian wasn't leaving any leftovers.
"Fast metabolism."
Once they were done with the meal and Sebastian paid the bill (not forgetting to leave a generous tip), the two made their way back to the car.
"So this bet, how many days do you have left?" Hunter asked, feeling a sudden urge to break the silence that had befallen.
"Two, three weeks."
"How much did you bet?"
"A grand."
"Wow."
"Mmm, but I'd gladly lose the bet for you," Sebastian drawled teasingly, enjoying the sudden flash of discomfort on the teen's face. Hunter looked both horrified and annoyed by the comment. "Don't worry, kid," the model continued, biting back a laugh. "I'm not into little boys."
"I'm 17," Hunter huffed indignantly but immediately paled at the realization of what he had said. "Not that I'd want you to, OK, fuck this. Nevermind."
Sebastian chuckled lowly at the flustered teenager. Hunter stared straight way, resentment obvious in his eyes.
"If you want to be treated like an adult, I can definitely arrange that for you," the model purred playfully, trying to keep his tone sensual enough to make it more uncomfortable for his guest. He could now definitely see that Hunter and Kurt were related.
"Not interested," Hunter grumbled barely coherently.
"You sure? I can teach you the basics when we get home."
"You're a shitty influence."
Sebastian laughed out loud at the retort, liking the kid already. He was so used to people begging on their hands and knees, ready to take whatever they could get from him, that it was refreshing to have someone he could simply banter with. Kurt and Nick had been the only people on that list.
"Aren't you a peach," the model cooed, pulling up to his house. Hunt grunted in response and swiftly got out of the car. They entered the building, with Sebastian still grinning and Hunter looking considerably less happy.
"You want a drink?" Sebastian offered, heading towards his drink cabinet. He realized with dismay that the "party" a few days had nearly depleted his alcohol supply.
"I'm 17," Hunter countered, shoving his hands into his pockets. Despite his somewhat bad-boy looks and demeanor, he had stayed away from underaged drinking.
"And your point?"
"You really are a shitty influence."
"I was kidding. I don't think Hummel would appreciate me getting his baby cousin drunk," Sebastian replied, shutting the cabinet when he realized that the drink he was looking for wasn't there anymore. "Teen drinking is very bad," the model added with a mock stern expression.
"I'll keep that in mind," Hunter answered, rolling his eyes. Sebastian only chuckled again.
"So why are you in New York anyway?"
"Break."
"And you just decided to drop by?"
"I guess."
"Are you into musicals like Hummel?"
"No."
"Shopping? Fashion?"
"No, why?"
"Then I can't imagine what there is for an underaged kid like you to be doing here," Sebastian mused, leaning against the cabinet.
"I'm sure I'll manage."
"Remember rule number three, no bringing anyone home. Especially a girl. I'm really not into listening to heterosexual couples getting it on. Although I'm curious what straight guys like you see in women. Seriously, what is it?"
Hunter shot the older man a scalding look before running a hand through his hair.
"I don't- nevermind."
Sebastian blinked a couple of times and then stared at the teenager with his mouth agape. He had seen that look before. On Kurt Hummel. When he asked if he had slept with Blaine yet. Oh this was going to be good.
"Wow, you must really be Kurt's cousin."
"What?"
"Does the whole virgin thing run in your family tree or something?"
"I'm not a virgin," Hunter countered defensively, but it only made Sebastian confirm his suspicion.
"Right, and I like tits. Are you saving yourself for that special someone? How sweet," the model teased relentlessly. The teen watched the older man with pursed lips, surprisingly not making any comebacks. Then to the model's surprise, Hunter dropped his gaze to his feet, and that, for some strange reason, made Sebastian feel an emotion that was almost unheard for him.
He actually felt bad.
"Look, I'm just bustin' your balls, alright?" Sebastian continued with a soft sigh. "It's...an admirable trait, eventhough I may not be a big fan of such lifestyle choice."
"...Whatever."
"Well, I'll be around if you need me," the model informed curtly before brushing past the teenager. He felt uncomfortable, which was another emotion he wasn't overly fond of.
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About an hour later, Sebastian found another reason to be uncomfortable, albeit not in the same way as the "virgin" debacle.
Hunter was parading around the house in a pair of sweatpants and a simple black wifebeater, and it was becoming ridiculously distracting for the model. He had seen plenty of men dressed in that exact attire and hadn't taken much notice, but this kid. Christ, the way his broad shoulders and well-defined biceps flexed every time he so much as lifted a hand to scratch his head! It was uncalled for, and Sebastian both appreciated and resented the situation.
Why? Because Hunter was supposed to be just a child, not a potential material for a wild wet dream. And Sebastian couldn't bring himself to stoop that low, even if he had a hard case of sex deprivation.
"Are you really 17?" Sebastian asked from his couch, throwing his phone down on the furniture with an annoyed huff.
"Uh...yes?" Hunter replied, brows furrowed in a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Why?"
"You don't look like one."
Hunter had heard that one way too many times to count. It wasn't his fault that he hit puberty much earlier than most of his friends. And even in middle school, his body had developed quickly. Simply put, he was just more muscular and defined than his classmates. He wasn't sure if it was from the military training or if he was genetically disposed to his current physique. His father had always been quite a sturdy man, almost as tall as he was.
"Well, I am," Hunter countered, trying to keep his temper in check. He wasn't sure if Sebastian was genuinely curious or was simply out to get on his nerves.
"Have you considered modelling?" Sebastian asked, much to Hunter's surprise.
"What?"
"Is it your thing to make me repeat things twice? I said, have you considered modelling?"
"No, why?"
"You have a good figure," the model answered, his eyes scanning every inch of the teen's body. Needless to say, Hunter was feeling quite uncomfortable at the moment.
"Stop staring at me."
"Self-conscious much? Don't flatter yourself. This is strictly professional," Sebastian drawled, enjoying the way Hunter began squirming ever so minutely under his scrutiny. He wasn't exactly lying about being professional. It was sort of a habit to study other people's faces and bodies, especially those of potential models, and to picture them on the runway. And as for Hummel's cousin, he could definitely picture him on the ad for a new fragrance for men. Or a new Calvin Klein underwear campaign. Either one, although preferably the latter.
Hunter shot the model a scathing look before turning his attention back to the phone in his hand, pretending to be not bothered by the continuous look he was receiving.
"You should come with me to the agency next week," Sebastian continued.
"And why would I do that?"
"To ride rollercoasters. What do you think?"
Hunter noted that Sebastian was one sarcastic prick.
"I'm not interested in modelling."
"Look, you have nothing better to do, I have to stop by the agency and I'm supposed to babysit you, so stop complaining and come with. And what kind of straight guy passes on the opportunity to meet models?"
Hunter grunted noncommittally in response, his eyes still glued to his phone.
"I won't tell Kurt even if you misbehave," Sebastian added in a sing-song voice.
"What a relief," the teen replied sarcastically, really starting to wonder how much damage conversing with Sebastian was going to be inflicted on his brain for the duration of his stay.
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