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For the first time in his life, Sebastian learned that it is possible for a person to wake up from a mind-blowing wet dream and still be in a shitty mood.

After tossing the sheets into the laundry machine and slamming the door shut with force directly proportional to the amount of frustration he was feeling, he marched into the kitchen, wondering if he should just binge on something high in empty calories. He had never stressed binged, but he figured that if everyone else was doing it, it must be somewhat therapeutic. And it seemed that one Kurt Hummel was quite fond of the practice, so it must be an acceptable method of relieving his pent up frustration. Except he didn't keep junk food around the house, save the half eaten box of fruit loops kindly left by Duval. Even that seems to have depleted to being nearly-empty, thanks to his guest.

God, couldn't he catch a break?

OK, this was the thing. He didn't do anything wrong. Hunter was the one who decided to drink, get drunk and start acting a porn star. He was outpowered by the alcohol-induced beast of a teenager so really, what the hell was he supposed to do?

But you enjoyed it.

Fuck off. Sebastian scowled at his inner voice, running his fingers through his hair. He didn't see why he was making such a big deal out of it. To be honest, he was sure that not all of his one night stands were legally of age, and it wasn't as if he violated the kid. But there was just that twinge of something that kept bothering him. And he didn't like it. At all.

Sure he reacted, but what normal, functioning gay man wouldn't in that situation. Hunter was hot, he didn't even look 17 and well, he was basically mouth-fucking his neck and grinding up against him, who by the way was already sexually deprived. So of course his body was going to react to it, and really, between his brain and his dick, the latter was always quicker and louder of the two. So really, he was at a complete disadvantage.

Time for a quick summary.

One. He almost committed a felony. But he didn't, so he was OK. Kudos to his self-control. See? He wasn't as bad as what people gave him shit for. He was perfectly capable to using his brain even when all his blood had gone south.

Two. Hunter got all sexual when he was drunk. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Three. He was no longer convinced that Hunter was entirely straight. And that was most definitely a win for the gay community. He could almost hear the cheering, so plus one there.

Four. He didn't have the words to describe how ridiculously turned on his was when Hunter was taking charge. Sebastian was certain that Hunter had ruined him for other men. And he didn't even have to take his clothes off.

Sebastian straightened up when he heard a familiar set of footsteps making its way towards the kitchen. It seemed that he ended up sleeping on the floor in the living room. He just wished that the teen would've slept in a bit more. He was nowhere near ready to face the young man.

"Fuck, how much did I drink last night?"

The model would've laughed at the mess that was Hunter Clarington if it wasn't for the events that followed the said drinking. Sebastian just eyed the teen quietly, trying to gauge for any kind of reaction to help him go by. So far, Hunter wasn't acting like he remembered anything, and all he could do was hope that it stayed that way.

"Shit...my head..."

"Welcome to your first hangover," Sebastian began in a strained flippant tone and stalked over to the fridge to get the poor kid some water. "Here. Drink. It'll help."

Hunter took the glass gingerly and downed it, his eyes narrowed under the offensive bright light of the kitchen.

"Goddamn it, I'm never drinking again..."

"Yeah, that's what they always say...but don't worry. I'm never letting you near alcohol ever again," Sebastian muttered the last part under his breath, but Hunter picked up on it. Not surprising, considering his ears were currently sensitive enough to rival that of Spider Man.

"Why? What did I do?" Hunter asked, his voice not without a trace of panic. Sebastian pretended to be keeping himself busy with pouring the teen another glass and promptly handed it to him. "And how did I end up on the floor?"

"Yeah, you don't want to know the answer to that," Sebastian began and watched as Hunter's expression went from confusion to panic to denial and then back to panic.

"What did I do?"

"...Are you sure you want to know?"

"What. Did. I. Do."

"Fine. You began singing Justin Bieber and then tried to take your clothes off. I had to hold you down until you fell asleep to save you the embarrassment."

Hunter paled visibly at the information, much to the model's satisfaction. But the teen immediately narrowed his eyes.

"Bullshit."

"I have a video if you want."

"Are you-"

"Relax. I'm kidding. Jesus. You fell asleep on the couch and I didn't feel like carrying you back. Guess you just rolled over and fell down," Sebastian lied, figuring it'd save both of them from a lot of awkwardness and avoiding each other.

"Hn," Hunter grunted, rolling his shoulders back and wincing at the dull pain. "What's that on your neck anyway?" the teen asked pointing at the general direction with his chin.

"What thing?" Sebastian asked, trying to keep his voice leveled. He didn't have to see to know what Hunter was referring to. He was pretty damn sure that Hunter's magic mouth had left some marking on his skin, but he wasn't about to acknowledge it.

"I dunno, looks like...a rash?" Hunter replied uncertainly. Sebastian shrugged and promptly turned away, taking the empty glass to the sink. Well, it seemed that Hunter had no idea what a hickey looked like, that prude, which was a good thing.

"Hey Hunter," Sebastian called out, stopping the teen from retreating to his room.

"What."

"Are you sure you're straight?"

"Yes I'm sure. Why?"

"Just wondering."

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"Pay up."

Sebastian looked up from his phone at the voice to see Nick standing in front of him with an annoyingly smug look on his face.

"What?"

"You lose, bitch. 1000 dollars."

"First of all, how did you even get in here?"

"Hunter let me in."

"The fuck..."

"Told you you wouldn't last a month."

"What are you even talking about?"

"OK, I know a hickey when I see one, and you're sporting a very big one right on your neck. So who was it? You go out last night?"

Sebastian threw his phone onto the empty space next to him on the couch and crossed both his legs and shoulders.

"No, I didn't go out, and no, I didn't fuck anyone."

"Bullshit. Then how did you get that?"

"It's not a hickey. It's a rash."

"That excuse is so high school. That's not a rash."

"What are you, a fuckin' doctor now?"

"No, but I know what a hickey looks like and that, right there, is definitely one. So let me get this straight. You're telling me that someone gave you that," Nick began, pointing at the mark. "Yet nothing else happened."

"Sure. Whatever makes you happy. Now, why are you here?"

"I'm not buying it. You don't let anyone leave hickeys on you, we all know that. The last guy that tried is probably still looking for his balls after what you did to him. But you're sitting here, with the biggest fuckin' hickey I've ever seen and you didn't even get off?"

"Boohoo. Seriously, what are you doing here?"

"Come on man, you're really going to cheat your way through this bet?"

"OK, I really don't have time for this. Get out."

"Why am I even asking you. I'm just gonna go ask Hunter."

"I suggest you don't." Sebastian pushed himself off the couch and stood up immediately. Nick watched his friend with raised eyebrows, clearly surprised by such blatant display of unease. Sebastian never got flustered.

"Oh, and why do you suggest I don't?"

The model narrowed his eyes at the other man, trying to come up with a good excuse but coming up short. It seemed to him that his brain was not willing to help him out of this shit.

"Hey Hunter!" Nicked yelled with a smirk, ignoring Sebastian's scathing look. The model rushed forward to cover his friend's mouth, but he wasn't nearly quick enough. All he succeeded in doing was banging his shin against the coffee table and cursing loudly.

It only took a few seconds for Hunter to appear in the living room, looking as disheveled as he had been in the morning. It seemed that he was indeed still struggling with his hangover.

"Hey Hunter, do you know how Sebastian got that hickey?" Nick asked quickly, not giving Sebastian a chance to shoo the teen away. Hunter frowned and turned to look at the model's neck. He narrowed his eyes and stared for a moment, then his eyes opened widely at the realization.

"That's a hickey?" Hunter questioned incredulously, still staring at the mark. Sebastian put a hand over the spot, suddenly very self-conscious. How the hell was he going to out of this now?

"Aren't you like 17?" Nick began, looking even more shocked. "How do you not know what a hickey looks like?"

"He's related to Hummel, remember?" Sebastian quipped before he could stop himself. Hunter shot him a dirty look.

"So Hunter, do you know how he got that? He won't tell me."

"How should I know?"

"You guys live in the same house."

Hunter's brows furrowed as he tried to recall the events of the previous night. They had spent the entire day together, and there was definitely no hickey during the photoshoot or the dinner. All they had done was drink some champagne and he had somehow fallen asleep on the floor. Sebastian had a couple glasses as well...they talked, and...

"How did you get that?" It was Hunter's turn to ask, and Nick could easily see the genuine confusion in the teen's eyes. "Did you go out while I was drunk?"

"You were drunk?" Nick asked with a smirk. "Where did you guys go?"

"We just had some champagne here," Hunter answered, still racking his brain for clues as to what the hell happened between the time he fell asleep to waking up in the morning with a raging headache.

"Together?"

"Yeah."

"And you, Sebastian, didn't go out," Nick began slowly, pointing a finger at his friend. Sebastian stared at him, his lips stretched into a thin line. Shit was about to hit the fan, and for the first time in his life, he didn't know what to do. He just hoped that Nick and Hunter would be too slow to figure this out.

Yet, he could see that he wasn't so lucky, judging from how Nick's expression was slowly turning from that of confusion to of shock and then to a mixture of disproval and amusement.

"You-" Nick began but then glanced at Hunter and stopped himself. The teen didn't look too happy to be kept out of the loop, but clearly too proud to ask for clarification.

"Sebastian, may I talk to you in private for a minute?"

"Of course," the model answered with a fake smile, and began making his way towards his own room. Nick soon followed after shooting Hunter an apologetic look.

"You took advantage of a drunk teenager?" Nick hissed as soon as the two were in the privacy of Sebastian's room.

"Honestly, Duval? Do I look like I need to intoxicate someone to sleep with them?"

"Yeah? Well want to explain to me then what the fuck exactly happened? Because if you don't, I'm just going to assume that you roofied the kid."

"Is that your preferred method?"

"Spit it out. Now."

Sebastian pursed his lips, still trying to decide if there was any way he could get out of this. And then he realized he hadn't done anything wrong. He was innocent, so there was no need to be ashamed.

"Fine. Hunter got drunk, and apparently the kid turns into some sexual deviant when that happens. He pinned me down and began mouth-fucking my neck and I pushed him onto the floor to stop him. Then he fell asleep. Are you happy now?"

"...Are you high?"

"Seriously?"

"That actually happened?"

"Why would I make that up?"

"True...you wouldn't make up a story about how you were almost raped by a 17 year old. So let me guess, he doesn't remember anything."

"Yeah, and let's keep it that way."

"And you didn't try to...you know?" Nick began while making vague gestures with his hands. Sebastian scowled.

"...Get the fuck out."

"That was a valid question!"

"Seriously, Duval. Get the fuck out."

"Alright man, calm down. So uh, cool story, bro. Hope you two have fun being under the same roof after that. Right. So I actually came by to ask that the four of us should grab dinner together, but...uh..."

"Who's the four of us?"

"You, me, Jeff and Hunter."

Sebastian sighed loudly. He figured that having Nick and Jeff present was going to beat having to interact with Hunter one-on-one in the confined space of his home. And perhaps it'd help him get over this weird tension and awkwardness.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Man, you gonna be OK with having the kid around?"

"What?"

"You know..."

"No, I don't know. Now get out."

Nick shrugged and then chuckled lowly.

"You're in some serious shit, Smythe," he continued before jerking the door open, ready to flee before Sebastian could get a hold of him. "I suggest you- oh, shit..."

Nick faltered when he came face to face with one Hunter Clarington staring past him, right at Sebastian with an unreadable expression.

"...Fuck," Sebastian muttered as he shut his eyes. This was going to suck.

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