"Hey, Seb?"Hunter's deep (mesmerising) voice brought Sebastian's mind out of his book and into reality. Sebastian made a small noise of acknowledgement, urging Hunter to continue. "Don't bother waiting up for me tonight,"
Sebastian was about to ask why when he noticed what Hunter was wearing. He was dressed in a pair of nice, ironed, straight-legged black jeans and a crisp, white, buttoned-down white shirt. The shirt had short sleeves that hugged Hunter's large biceps, in turn making his arms look even bigger. His usual shoes (black Dalton loafers for school, red Vans for weekends and after school) had been replaced with a pair of black leather boots.
"Why not? Got a hot date?" the green-eyed Warbler asked nonchalantly when in reality, the creeping realisation was making him physically nauseous.
"Yeah, actually," Hunter said, a proud smile on his face.
Even though he knew it was coming, the answer felt like a punch to the gut.
"Its with this girl from..." Hunter started to tell Seb about her, but Sebastian wasn't listening.
In the whole month that Hunter had been at Dalton, not once did Sebastian see him interacting with anyone but other Dalton students. When on earth did he meet a girl? Then again, Sebastian didn't exactly spend all of his out-of-school hours in his dorm room, so who knew what Hunter got up to when Seb wasn't around?
"I better go," Hunter said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "See you later," and Hunter was out the door before Sebastian could say "don't go."
"Yeah, see ya," Seb muttered, but it was too late because the door had already shut with an enthusiastic bang.
'Screw this,' Sebastian thought, getting up off of his bed, 'I'm not going to just sit hereand mope because Hunter Fucking Clarington is going on a date. I'm not like that. I don't even like him for God's sake! Get it together, Seb. Forget him. I don't need him (Sebastian ignored the voice in the back of his mind that said 'Yes you do'), and I don't want him.'
Sebastian didn't need his subconscious to tell him that was a straight-up lie.
Sebastian sat at the bar of Scandals. He looked around the club, bored, one hand supporting his chin, the other hand toying with the tiny umbrella in his drink. Seb became aware of a body coming to sit on the empty barstool beside him, but the Warbler paid him no mind.
Picking up on Sebastian's ignorance, he decided to speak first.
"Bad night?" the baritone voice made Sebastian's insides flutter (although it had nothing on Hunter's bass, that made his entire body tingle).
Seb spun around, observing the man asking him for the time of day. He was attractive, all-in-all. He was well built, a little on the paler side but nothing Sebastian couldn't deal with, with long, shaggy black hair and deep brown eyes – which Seb thought was the best part, because it was so far from Hunter's light blue.
"You could say that," Sebastian replied with a shrug before taking a sip of his drink, making sure to place the straw in his mouth in the most sensual way he could.
"Think I could make it better?" the man – well, he was about Sebastian's age, but 'boy' just wasn't the right way to describe him – asked.
"Yeah," Sebastian said, his voice low, "I think you could,"
"My name's Simon," he said with a smile.
"Sebastian," Seb returned the smile.
"My car's just around the corner," he said in a suggestive tone.
Sebastian downed the rest of his drink in one large mouthful, an attempt to drown out the voice in his head reminding him of Hunter. Hunter was out on a date, so why couldn't Sebastian have some fun too?
"Then what are we still doing here?"
Simon placed his hand on Sebastian's lower back and led him out of the club.
In what felt like no time at all, Sebastian and Simon were in the back of the latter's car, lips locked on lips, hands roaming everywhere and anywhere they could reach.
Simon's lips moved from Sebastian's and latched onto his neck instead. Sebastian didn't even try to stop the shameless moan that escaped him – he was enjoying this. So, why was he suddenly feeling nervous as Simon started to unzip his jeans?
Simon sensed his hesitance and pulled away far enough to speak.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Sebastian shook his head and recaptured Simon's lips.
Simon pushed the jeans down Sebastian's toned legs and his hand found it's way inside the Warbler's tight black underwear.
"Um..." Simon muttered awkwardly, red faced.
"What?" Sebastian asked. Simon glanced down and Sebastian did so too. In less than a second, his face was as red as a stop sign – because he wasn't hard at all. "Oh my God!" Seb cursed, moving away from Simon and pulling up his pants.
"Uh, it's okay. Was it-" he couldn't even finish his sentence because Sebastian cut him off.
"No, it wasn't you. It was Hunter Fucking Clarington," Sebastian hissed.
"Oh, I get it," Simon nodded. "It's a bond thing, right?" Sebastian nodded this time. "Let me guess; he's bonded to someone else,"
"Nope, he's unbonded and straight as spaghetti," Seb let out a bitter laugh, "he's even on a date right now."
"Remember; spaghetti's only straight until it's hot and wet," Simon winked.
Sebastian sighed. "I should go,"
"Well, hey, at least let me give you a ride," Simon offered.
"No, it's fine," he waved him off.
"Are you sure?"
"Actually," Sebastian said after a moment's hesitation, "could you take me to the nearest liquor store?"