Sebastian opened the door to their room. Hunter stumbled into the darkness first, his head and heart pounding. He fumbled blindly for the lamp switch but quickly gave up.
He stood in the middle of the room and scrubbed his face with his hands. His knees were like water.
Hunter felt a presence behind him. Sebastian's breath warmed the back of Hunter's neck; goosebumps erupted along his shoulders and arms. Sebastian placed a possessive hand on Hunter's left hip, the fingers splayed low on his hip bone. Hunter's head fell back against Sebastian's shoulder.
Heat coiled low in his belly. Hunter pressed back against Sebastian, who exhaled unsteadily, and pulled Hunter further towards his body by the grip on his hip. Hunter was a little startled by the half-hardness against his arse, but it only sent a bolt of white heat towards his groin. Hunter moaned a little and pushed back experimentally; Sebastian leaned forward and bit Hunter's earlobe gently, hesitantly. Hunter's stomach fluttered and he moaned again loudly with intent, his head swimming shallowly, his body tense with lust. When he turned his head to one side, Sebastian's mouth found his immediately, and they kissed sloppily.
With a groan, Sebastian shoved Hunter forward, and they collided with the wall. The feeling of being trapped, of being dominated, almost overwhelmed Hunter. His erection pushed against the wall, and it should have been painful, but it only served to send heated waves over Hunter, making him see white.
He inhaled sharply and gasped as Sebastian rolled his hips, jerking Hunter's groin with agonizing pleasure against the wallpaper. As Sebastian started up a heady rhythm, Hunter knew he couldn't last long. The seductive presence of Sebastian, and the remaining vestiges of alcohol in his system, made him boneless with want and exhaustion. When Sebastian moaned helplessly against Hunter's neck and bit the pulse point none too gently, Hunter exclaimed wordlessly, face pressed to one side.
He couldn't take this anymore. A few more minutes and he'd be spent and – even in his slightly drunken haze – Hunter knew this couldn't end yet.
He had been relatively pliant up until now, but Sebastian had clearly underestimated or forgotten Hunter's superior strength. Hunter wrenched his body around and grabbed Sebastian's wrists. They kissed furiously, Sebastian's liquid eyes gleaming in the darkness. Hunter's lips slotted marvellously against Sebastian's own, their tongues clashing. Hunter pulled back to bite and suck at Sebastian's lower lip; the other boy groaned wantonly and ground their erections together with fervour.
Hunter drew away from Sebastian with an exhalation and manoeuvred them towards the shadowy form of Sebastian's bed. They collapsed on the mattress, the sheets crinkling beneath their forms. Hunter sat flush on Sebastian's lap and held his wrists above his head with one hand. They resumed kissing desperately. Weeks had been building up to this moment, since the Incident, since the kiss. Hunter had spent weeks imagining scenarios and jerking off madly almost any opportunity he had. Clearly Sebastian hadn't been doing the same – Hunter growled and bent down to lick a wide stripe up the other boy's neck – because saintly Sebastian was always so in control, so composed. Hunter hated him. He hated him.
Deftly, Hunter tore off Sebastian's bowtie and pulled open the neck of his shirt, the buttons sliding open easily. Sebastian was panting, his hard on pressing insistently against Hunter's backside, his lips slick and open in the gloom. Releasing Sebastian's wrists, Hunter tugged open the rest of Sebastian's shirt and fastened onto a nipple; Sebastian moaned brokenly and arched upwards, and Hunter ground down in Sebastian's lap in retaliation. Hunter was angry, angry because he had had all these feelings for this boy who did nothing but skulk and smirk. Hunter didn't do one-sided. He had conquests; he was rarely the conquered.
Sebastian exclaimed as Hunter bit his nipple.
But Hunter was going to win this time.
"Fuck, fuck." Sebastian dragged Hunter's face upwards and kissed him soundly. "Get this off," he demanded once they'd surfaced, fisting Hunter's shirt and jacket lapel. "Get this off right now."
Hunter – despite his mental narration – hurried to sit up and shuck off the jacket. He savoured shedding the shirt. The moon had come out from behind a cloud and bathed their room in a dreamlike light. Hunter half expected that this was in fact a dream. Why else would Sebastian, after weeks of alternately teasing and ignoring, be breathing his name like a mantra and trapped between his thighs?
Hunter grinned darkly, enjoying this show far too much. He unbuttoned slowly, his eyes trained to Sebastian's face, who was watching Hunter with a look bordering on religious reverence. Once his chest was bare, Sebastian sat up and licked his chest, hands steadying Hunter by his hips. Beautiful bolts of pleasure erupted when Sebastian grazed his teeth over his abdomen. Hunter's head lolled back. He could barely breathe.
But they'd been suspended on the edge for too long. Swiftly, Sebastian laid back and pulled Hunter back on top of him, clumsily undoing his belt buckle. He reached down to open his own pants.
Somewhere in his mind, Hunter registered the decisive metal clicking of the buckle; understood its significance. But he couldn't stop himself. The game was too far gone.
When Sebastian kicked off his trousers and Hunter did the same, and they aligned perfectly, their naked forms sliding along one another in delicious friction, Hunter felt his climax building with a colossal power. The white coil of heat in his belly grew and grew. Sebastian gripped Hunter by his hips and positioned him on his lap. Sebastian didn't pause – and Hunter didn't want him to.
For some reason, Hunter knew it would have always been like this. Groping in the dark: things lost, things found. As Sebastian coated two fingers with saliva and trailed his fingers along Hunter's thigh, he could do nothing but wait and listen to the sound of their combined breathing: shallow, frequent. The pain was unbelievable, and Hunter half wanted it to stop. But instead he drove down on Sebastian's fingers purposefully, and the next thing he knew Sebastian was inside him, and it burned and burned and he couldn't really think anymore.
Hunter willed himself not to cry as they thrust together, Sebastian's face buried in the crook of his neck. Later, Hunter would recall the salty dampness on his skin, and wonder.
They came together. Hunter's orgasm was ripped from him when he felt Sebastian come. He knew that there would have been no other way. He wanted nothing more. He had never felt anything like it in his life.
Hunter moved, trembling from his climax, off Sebastian, and collapsed beside the other boy on the bed. Sebastian was shaking and breathing heavily, his head turned away from Hunter. The moonlight traced silvery rivulets on his cheekbone. Hunter gradually succumbed to the alcohol sloshing through his veins and the heady smell of sex and sweat.
He watched Sebastian's chest shudder up and down with each breath. Hunter's eyes fluttered, but he leaned over and pulled a sheet over their cooling bodies. In his haze, Hunter was sleepily unsure of what to do next. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Best friends didn't fuck and cuddle.
But were they even best friends anymore? He shifted uneasily, but stopped when he felt Sebastian stir beside him.
Tense, Hunter waited. And slowly, Sebastian rolled over to face him. His face was empty. A marble Adonis. Hunter felt the urge to cry again, and he looked back at the ceiling. Nothing had changed.
A feather-light touch made him look back at Sebastian. The other boy had traced the curve of Hunter's nose with a shaking finger, his lips thin with an unexpressed emotion. Hunter gazed into Sebastian's eyes, wordlessly willing him to do something, anything, to show that this wasn't part of their game. Not anymore.
Sebastian inhaled slowly and leaned forward, pressing a small kiss just beside Hunter's mouth.
A/N Seriously had no idea where this came from. It just felt right. I'm about the halfway mark of this story now, I think. One thing's for sure: this is entirely in Seb and Hunter's hands. I'm just the driver.