Slightly overwhelmed, Hunter fights his way out of the crowd. Getting to the less populated edges of the crush of bodies, he takes a moment to contemplate how wild some of the parties the Warblers throw can get. He understands though. They had just won Sectionals, after all.
Still, while it's not without it's charm, the noise is starting to get to him. He leaves through the backdoor he'd braved the crowd to get to.
Outside, he shuts the door firmly behind him. Luckily enough, it doesn't seem like anyone else is out with him. Well, he can see a couple making out in some bushes, but they seem pretty distracted.
Hunter leans against the wall, closing his eyes and just breathing.
His peace is broken by a cough, or maybe someone clearing their throat. Nevertheless, he looks up, ready to glare at whoever disturbed him. When he sees Sebastian, his plan gets stopped in it's tracks.
The other boy looks almost exactly the same as when they'd last seen each other. He has all of his clothes, they're all on properly, and his hair is only slightly messier. He doesn't look too drunk, a slight flush high on his cheeks showing that he's not sober either.
The most surprising thing is the cigarette.
Cradled between two long fingers, end smoldering a bright red, is a shortening, white stick.
Not really sure why he's so surprised, he finally decides that it's because he'd thought that Sebastian wouldn't chance his voice being mutilated.
"What a surprise." Hunter states his first thoughts, tone carefully monotone, with a nod towards the other's hand.
"I'm sure." Sebastian tapped his finger on the cigarette, causing ash to fall to the ground.
"If you ruin your voice…" He let his voice trail off, all too aware that an unknown threat is worse than something set in stone. Plus, it makes people supplement their own punishment into it, and they're usually wayworse, and individualised, than anything he would come up with.
"Mhm." Sebastian made an assenting noise, taking a drag and slowly expelling the smoke.
A little enthralled, not that he'd let Sebastian know it, he watches. He's never really seen a person smoke before. He's seen it on TV, obviously, but his school was strict about these things, and stationed far into the wilderness. Getting cigarettes would cost a miracle.
Sebastian smirked, seemingly already aware of this fascination. He took another long drag, hollowing his cheeks while he sucked, and keeping his eyes locked with Hunter's. Still retaining eye contact, he breathed out the smoke, transparent gray dissipating into the air.
Hunter breathed in shakily, unknowing to when he'd stopped, and could taste the smoke at the back of his throat, acrid but familiar. It reminded him of being young, at the feet of his grandfather.
"Want a try?" Again, Sebastian broke the silence, holding out his hand in an offer to share.
Hunter shook his head. "Don't want to fuck up my voice."
"One or two cigarettes won't do anything." He dismissed, offhandedly taking another drag. He expels this one casually, a complete turnaround from the almost seductive way he had done before.
"Come on." Sebastian crooned, moving to stand in front of Hunter. "Live while you're young."
Hunter snorted at the reference, but his mouth quirked and he took the cigarette. Awkwardly holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he brought it to his mouth. He took a second to eye it warily, and at Sebastian's snicker, put it between his lips.
He breathed, trying to mimic Sebastian, and immediately started coughing wildly. The hand with the cigarette flailed, only the knowledge that it could start a fire preventing him from throwing it on the ground.
When Sebastian started laughing at him, he fantasied about throwing it on him, and spent the time waiting it out glaring at the other with watery eyes.
Finished with his fit, Sebastian straightens with a wide grin, taking the cigarette from Hunter while he's at it. "You've never done that before, have you?"
Hunter scowls at the amused tone, upping his glare. "Obviously not."
"Well, yes. Obviously." Looking like he's about to start laughing again, the other reins himself in when Hunter makes a move to leave. "I didn't mean it like that. I just thought that you being a 'badass' would mean that you were into that kind of thing."
Countenance mellowing, Hunter frowns a little at the label, he knows what the Warblers' think about him, but he hadn't thought that Sebastian bought into that stuff.
"Whatever." He eventually grumbles, when Sebastian keeps staring at him.
"Well you certainly seemed interested in it." Sebastian remarked, blowing smoke to the side of his face. "Or was that just me?"
"It was the cigarette." Hunter clarifies sharply. "I've never actually seen someone smoke. That I actually remember, anyway."
Though he looks curious the other doesn't ask, just cocks his head and studies him for a second. Whatever he was looking for he apparently found, if the wide grin was to be believed.
"Want me to show you how to do it?" He leans forward, moving the hand holding the cigarette away from them.
While he's slightly wary at the grin, Hunter isinterested in the cigarette, and knowing how to smoke would probably come in handy. What if he's offered a cigarette by someone he's unfriendly with? Turning it down would make him seem weak and taking it and failing would make him the same.
He nods, his face relaxing into curiosity. He trusts Sebastian, a little at least. And if he makes an ass out of himself, he has more blackmail about Sebastian than the other does about him.
"I think you're biggest problem was the taste of the smoke." Sebastian mock lectured, bringing the cigarette back to his face. "So first we'll get you used to it. Open your mouth."
Still curious, Hunter swallows, licks his lips, and lets them part.
Sebastian takes a drag, the cigarette between them coming near it's end. He holds his breath for a second, and stares into Hunter's eyes.
Green eyes get closer, their lips almost brushing, and Hunter stops breathing. Sebastian exhales.
"Inhale." He commands quickly, something that Hunter thinks he should find irritating, but he's a little too hazy to do anything by obey.
So obey he does. Hunter breathes in like his lungs are restarting, the smoke feeling easier, altogether smoother, and a good deal nicer. His head falls back with a muffled thump, and he sees Sebastian smile.
"You can let it go now." He says, tone both knowing and amused. When Hunter follows the advice, his smile gets wider, becoming slightly more scheming.
Still so close, it only takes a tilt of Sebastian's head before their lips brush again. Hunter feels a spark of indignation, knows that he should feel more, and knowsthat it's not the cigarette that's suppressing it.
So he goes with it, before he realises what he's doing, feeling out of sorts. He lets Sebastian kiss him, even participates a bit, and when the other moves back he'll deny feeling disappointed.