Title: A Synchronicity Of Opposites
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: Hunter Clarington/Sebastian Smythe
Word Count: 401
Summary: A collection of Huntbastian drabbles prompted via Tumblr.
Warnings/Spoilers: None in particular for this drabble.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Glee, FOX, Ryan Murphy or anything else related to the FOX universe.
Anonymous prompted a fic which included the sentence: "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"
A key scratches in the lock, a bolt slides away, the handle squeaks, the door creaks, and then there's a devastating level of silence broken only by a sharp inhale, a stuttered exhale, and a weak, "Is there a reason you're naked in my bed?"
Sebastian shrugs, the sheet pooled artfully across his waist. He'd had some time to spread himself across the bed, ensuring the lines of his abdomen were exposed, the curve of his waist, the beginning of the V towards his hips. One arm was stretched behind his head, precisely placed so that his bicep bulges.
It's all been worth it, though.
Hunter has been swallowing repeatedly since he walked in. His Adam's apple bobs with such regularity that Sebastian almost thinks he could choreograph a routine while it keeps the beat.
After an agonisingly long pause, Hunter finally shuts the door and gropes behind himself until the lock slides into place. Sebastian allows a smile to crawl across his face as Hunter fumbles with removing his tie because he's trying to shrug out of his blazer at the same time.
"You're cute when you're flustered," he says, eyeing the exposure of Hunter's chest with approval and brushing a hand against his stomach. Hunter's Adam's apple bobs again as his eyes drop to where Sebastian's fingertips skim along the line of the sheet.
"Shut up," Hunter hisses, tripping out of his belt and pants towards the bed. "You're a jerk."
"A naked jerk," Sebastian corrects and Hunter grunts, clambering onto the bed and pushing a kiss to his lips. He grins and grasps Hunter's waist, relishing the frenzy that seems to seize the other male, fingers dipping past the elastic of his underwear. He steals Hunter's moan into his lungs and twists his hips upwards, pleased that the hint is taken and the sheet gets pulled lower.
"Why do I continue to lead the cadets when I could just spend hours here?" Hunter mutters between kisses as Sebastian peels the scant piece of fabric from his skin and discards it to the side.
"I seem to remember you ask the same thing when I return from lacrosse training," Sebastian says, arching his neck and humming when Hunter starts mouthing at the side of his neck to his collarbone. The pads of his fingers stroke over Hunter's skin, scraping at the hair at the nape of his neck, his legs splaying beneath the other male's body.
"We should quit," Hunter says, hands smoothing patterns between Sebastian's freckles as his mouth returns and they exchange kisses, nips of teeth, tickling brushes of tongues.
"You won't get extracurricular credit for this," Sebastian says and Hunter chuckles against his lips and lowers his body to grind into Sebastian's flesh. His breathing hitches, fingers curling against Hunter's skin, and he tries to pretend he's not that affected when the other male kisses down his neck and chest on a very determined and particular path.
~FIN~