Prompt - Table.
Warning - Language, mentions of exhibitionism and sex, just the slightest hint of d/s undertones (but not really. It's more so bossy Sebastian than anything else. This is just a precaution).
Enjoy!
To say that Hunter and Sebastian have a bit of an exhibitionist streak would be an understatement. Thad's lost count of the number of times he's accidentally walked in on them: make outs in the courtyard, groping in the gym, a blowjob or three in the bathroom - it's happened way too many times to be considered a coincidence. It's one thing to walk in on your two best friends kissing; it's something completely different when you catch them doing the dirty. Thad loves Hunter and Sebastian to death, but he doesn't love them that much.
He's not the only one; the Warblers also share his opinion. That's why they all decide to gather in the choir room for an emergency meeting, unknown to both of the upperclassmen. David sits at Hunter's usual spot at the council table, flanked by Jeff and Nick respectively.
"Exhibitionism is not something that should be taken lightly," begins David. "While it may not be your cup of tea, it's certainly Hunter and Sebastian's. That's why I've called this emergency meeting.
"As you all know, Warblers Clarington and Smythe have been together for almost a year and a half, as of April 13. Over the course of the past several months, they have become increasingly lenient as to when and where they…..for a lack of better word, fuck.
"I think we can all agree that this has gotten out of hand. It's only a matter of time before one of them - mostly likely Sebastian - decides to do something stupid and gets them caught by one of the staff. Not only that, it's starting to get helluva awkward to sit in the same room as either of them as it is. Like, how am I supposed to look you in the eye when I know you got your freak-a-deak in this very room? It's weird. We can't allow this behavior any longer. Does anyone have any suggestions as to how to resolve this…..predicament?"
"We could stage an intervention," Trent offers, giving David a hopeful smile.
"Or we could just lock them in a closet until one of them inevitably kills the other," Thad calls from the back of the room.
"Can't we just go with Thad's idea?" Nick asks David with just the faintest trace of a whine in his voice. "An intervention sounds like so much work. Besides, if I can get Sebastian out of the way, I might actually have a chance of getting highest GPA in precalcus."
Jeff shoots him a disapproving look, reaching around David to slap his bicep lightly.
"Really, Nick? The only way you're going to get that award is if you earn it. I, for one, think that an intervention would probably warrant the best results. Locking Hunter and Sebastian in a closet wouldn't solve anything; between the two of them, I wouldn't be surprised if they figured out a way to escape and get back at all of us."
"All in favor of an intervention?" David proposes, glancing around the room. One by one, the Warblers raise their hands in mutual agreement. "An intervention it is."
If you were to ask Hunter how he ended up on top of the table, he'd probably wouldn't be able to tell you. He can hardly think, not with Sebastian carrying on the way he is. His boyfriend is straddling his waist, mouth pressed firmly against Hunter's neck as he marks the pale skin. Slender fingers dance across his stomach, teasingly traveling downward to play with the hem of Hunter's gym shorts before returning to his abdomen.
"You…..are such a tease," Hunter breathes softly. "Hurry up, would you?"
"Don't tell me what to do," Sebastian growls, his voice thick with need. "I call the shots tonight, Clarington." He punctuates the sentence with a particularly harsh bite to his collarbone. "You do not want to test me."
"What if I do?" Hunter gives him a cocky smile, lifting his brows suggestively.
"Oh, you have no idea what you're in for," he replies. "Just you wait." He smacks the sensitive flesh of Hunter's inner thigh as a warning, prompting a soft groan to fall from his boyfriend's lips.
But unfortunately for them, Sebastian doesn't get prove his point because the Warblers chose that minute to walk in. He watches with admittedly-perverse satisfaction as some of them, namely Jeff, Nick, and Trent, openly stare at them. Perverts, the whole lot of them. It's always the quiet ones.
"We'll finish this later," he says to Hunter, who's staring at him with flushed cheeks and dilated eyes - dammit, what the hell is so important that they had go and interrupt them? It's not often that he gets to boss his boyfriend around, and he'd like to make the most of it, thank you very much.
Sebastian calmly slides off of the table and offers Hunter a hand, knowing that he's too disoriented to pull himself up. It usually takes a couple of minutes for him to come back to senses during times like this, and Sebastian silently reveals at the fact that he's the reason why Hunter's such an incoherent mess. Of course, he knows that when Hunter does come back to his senses, he's going to be utterly mortified. Sebastian'll laugh; he always does.
"Can I help you?" he asks as he pulls his shirt over his head. "Because if you haven't noticed, which you have - I'm looking at you three -" Sebastian makes a point of looking at Jeff, Nick, and Trent. "- We were in the middle of something."
"Uh, yeah, about that." David reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. "We need to have a talk."
"About what? Enlighten me, Tom Collins," Sebastian says, helping Hunter back into his own shirt. "I'm listening."
"…I understood that reference," Thad burst into laughter. "Geddit? Because his boyfriend's Angel. No? Oh, you poor, deprived children. It's a Broadway thing; you wouldn't understand."
If David's fazed by the jibe, he does a good job of hiding it. He looks Sebastian in eye as he says,
"You guys get off on having sex in public; we get that, but this is starting to get out of hand. Over past couple of months, you and Hunter have grown increasingly more lenient about where you do the dirty and it's starting to make people feel uncomfortable. We don't want to see you guys practically devour each other's faces in the common room, nor do we want to hear questionable sounds coming from your dorm at unholy hours of the night.
"We especially don't want to hear, in detail, what goes on in bathroom. Some of us would actually like to use it for its intended purpose, y'know. Besides, that's just downright unsanitary."
"W-What?" Hunter sputters, having come to his senses (Damn, he's pretty when he blushes. Maybe Sebastian should embarrass him more often). "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Hunter," Jeff steps in. "We know you know what we're talking about. Spare us the excuses; don't waste your breath."
"I can think of some other things he could be wasting his breath on right now," Sebastian mutters under his breath.
"Back to the matter at hand," David intervenes. "You guys need to stop sexing each other up where we can see you. It's weird."
"Are you done now?"
David turns around to the rest of the Warblers, "Did I cover everything?" After receiving their affirmation, he turns back to Hunter and Sebastian. " what I said into consideration, alright? We're going to go now. Carry on."
With that, the Warblers take their leave. Sebastian turns back to his boyfriend with a predatory smile, sending a shiver down Hunter's spine.
"You have one minute to take off your shirt and get back on the table. Ready? Set, go."
