A/N: Hello again! This took me ages, I'm so sorry, I just have a lot going on lately and I don't have a lot of time to write.

But yes, this is the second chapter! There's a lot more Niff in it than the first chapter and I'm terribly sorry if you don't ship it but it's necessary to the plot sigh. There's also no smut in this chapter like I'd planned, but there will be in the next one, I promise! I had to cut the chapter short because it was getting too long :c

I'm sorry if there's any grammar or wrong words but the whole thing was written on my iPod so it may have corrected my mistakes into the words I didn't intend them to be, if that makes any sense.

I feel like I'm going on at you but please favourite/review because it really helps! And a big thank you to everyone who did so for the last chapter, new reviews always make me really happy, and it's a pleasure reading them. But okay, I'll leave you to read now. Enjoy!

The next morning, Hunter was woken by Nick shaking him and taking the opportunity to slap him across the face, payback for last night.

"Ow!" Hunter cried, sitting up with a start, nursing the red patch that was slowly becoming brighter. "What was that for?!" He glared at the other boy, who was steadily taking a few cautious steps backwards.

"You've slept through your alarm; either because it broke when you hit me so hard with it, or you're uh, a little tired," Nick winked reminding Hunter of what had happened the previous night, between him and Sebastian, and the conversation if you could call it that- that had followed with Nick after.

"Shut up, it's not like you were doing anything different with Jeff," Hunter smirked, before adding, "Besides, Sebastian has this.. charm about him."

Nick raised an eyebrow, "But I thought you were straight- the whole school think you're straight; you even announce it when you meet a new person," he grinned, buttoning his shirt and flattening out the creases. His expression then became worried as he added, "And I'd like to clarify that Jeff and I are not dating, we're just best friends," he said haughtily, although he didn't quite manage to hide the blush slowly creeping up his cheeks.

"That was the first time I've slept with another guy, and it won't be happening again," Hunter lied, swinging his legs out of bed to start getting ready. "And if you tell anyone about Sebastian and I, then I'll tell everyone that I walked in on you and Jeff fucking against the wall," he glowered, heading over to the bathroom so he could take a shower.

He slammed the door shut, not quite in time to cut off Nick's cry of protest, "That's not even true!"

As soon as the door clicked shut, Hunter let out a large sigh, leaning his head against it. If Nick told anyone, rumors would start flying around, and that couldn't happen.

He tugged his shirt over his head, walking over to the shower to turn it on. He stepped out of his boxer briefs and got in, allowing the hot water to run smoothly over his body. He closed his eyes, soaking his hair, but as he raked his fingers through it he couldn't help but think back to the previous night, when he had been in exactly the same place, the only difference being he had been on his knees, and it had been Sebastian's long, slender fingers in place of his own.

Hunter swallowed, knowing he was already running late, and couldn't allow himself to become distracted.

He tried to concentrate on washing, but each time his fingers brushed over a certain place, his neck, his chest, his waist, any place Sebastian had touched in an intimate way, he found himself remembering exactly how it had felt when Sebastian had pressed a soft, tender kiss there, or how he had dragged his fingers along the toned skin, and especially how his fingernails had dug into his shoulders as Sebastian came in hot spurts down his throat.

Hunter hadn't even noticed himself becoming hard, he'd been too consumed in delicious memories. But when he looked down and saw his cock standing to attention, he groaned.

"Fuck," he muttered, knowing he wouldn't have enough time to sort himself out and get to the breakfast hall and actually have a chance of finishing breakfast.

Reluctantly he turned the shower temperature to cold, more or less immediately getting rid of the problem. He rinsed, and once he was done, stepped out of the shower and wrapped his towel- still damp from last night- around his waist. He stood by the sink, wiping the condensation off the mirror with his hand.

He knew there was no time for his vigorous skin routine, and silently cursed himself for breaking his alarm clock on Nick's head. He studied his reflection and took in how tired he looked. His eyes became wide, as just beneath his collar-bone, there was a large, dark purple bruise- one that had not been left via a painful incident, but rather, during a pleasurable one.

It was a hickey, there was no doubt about it. Hunter worried his bottom lip as he stared. Weren't hickeys supposed to be left to show you belonged to the giver of such a thing? He felt a small tingle of excitement at the pit of his stomach. He knew Sebastian and him were definitely not dating, neither of them had ever been in a relationship that lasted longer than half an hour, give or take. But still, there was something undeniably... comforting that the mark had been left to show some sort of ownership.

He shook his head, he was thinking too much into this. Sebastian had probably left it purely because it was something to do, not because it meant something. The excitement melted away to be replaced by disappointment, a feeling Hunter hadn't expected and rarely experienced.

He splashed his face with cold water, Stop this, Clarington. Nothing other than sex is going to happen between you and Sebastian- why are you even thinking about a relationship with him, it's not like you've ever had one before, he scolded himself.

He rubbed himself dry and went back into the dorm, where Nick had already gone for breakfast. He grabbed his uniform, hurriedly getting dressed. He slung his tie around his neck, tightening it as quick as he could. He looked sloppy, but there wasn't time to worry about appearance now. He ran a comb through his hair to ensure it stood up properly, and left the room, pulling his shoes on as he went.

Hunter arrived at the breakfast hall with rather impressive speed, considering it was at the opposite side of the academy.

The rest of the Warblers were already sat at their usual table. Trent, Thad and Flint were having a fake sword battle with their toast soldiers, Nick and Jeff were deep in conversation- although Jeff's hand on the other boy's knee hadn't gone unnoticed by anyone, and Wes and David sat at the head of the table, discussing the dance rehearsal schedule. There were several other boys that Hunter hadn't bothered to learn the names of having their own conversations around the table, but he didn't really notice them. Because there he was. Sebastian was the first to notice Hunter enter the room, and as he looked up, he flashed Hunter a grin, paired with a discreet wink.

Hunter smiled, heading over to the table. His presence made the other boys become quiet, still not used to having him as a captain.

"You can speak, I'm not going to bite," he snapped, taking a seat next to Sebastian. Once the other boys carried on with their conversations, he whispered quietly, "Unless that's what you're into," so that only Sebastian could hear him.

"If you're offering," the taller boy smirked, throwing a grape into the air and catching it in his mouth.

Hunter's reply was cut off by Trent, who had interrupted Nick and Jeff's conversation. "Nick, why do you have a bruise on your forehead? I mean, we all know that you and Jeff get up to some kinky stuff, but I can't for the life of me figure out how that could happen."

Nick and Jeff's eyes went wide, their cheeks becoming redder by the second. Nick stammered, leaving Jeff to answer for him. "C'mon guys, give us a break. We're just best friends, not boyfriends. Nick got that from, uh, walking into a door."

There were several snickers, while Sebastian and Hunter looked on, amused. Trent smiled knowingly, "That's not the kind of bruise you get from walking into a door, but okay. And you can say whatever you want about you and Nick, we all know the truth," he dipped a soldier into his egg as if to finalize his point.

The other's laughed, leaving Nick and Jeff ducking their heads while muttering to each other quietly. Hunter watched as Jeff reached out, his palm resting on Nick's face. His other hand was on Nick's thigh, his thumb moving occasionally to comfort the other. No one could hear what they were saying so they carried on with their own conversations, with nothing but a snort and, "Yeah, so platonic," from Trent.

Hunter looked on, not even sure why he was so interested. He swallowed, knowing he would never have something like that, he would never be in love, and no one would ever be able to love him- and rightfully so, who would want to love a cold, closed off, stuck up boy?

His thoughts were interrupted by a hand nudging his own and hot breath tickling his ear. "Take a picture, it'd last longer," Sebastian drawled.

"What?" Hunter asked coolly, suddenly defensive.

"You've been staring longingly at Nick and Jeff ever since their embarrassing attempt at hiding their relationship," he stated, gesturing at the pair, who were now shoveling corn flakes into their mouths.

"Have I? I was just lost in thought, merely looking in their direction," Hunter lied, picking up a piece of toast from one of the racks on the table and taking a bite.

"Hunt, you don't really do thinking." It was meant as a jab, but Hunter could tell there was something more, something like.. fondness? Yet again, his reply was cut off by Thad, who had been talking excitedly with Flint for the past few minutes.

"Okay guys, so you know it's Friday, which means tonight we're allowed to leave the school and go pretty much wherever so long as we're back by midnight, right? Well, Flint and I were just wondering if you'd all want to go to Phantom, the new nightclub that's just been built. It's a ten minute walk and it sounds like a lot of fun," he proposed, resting his chin on his hands.

"That sounds cool, it's not like any of us had better plans, right?" Wes reasoned from the head of the table. "But uh, seeing as Hunter is the captain of The Warblers, I guess it's his call, in case you have rehearsal planned?" he asked, looking nervously at Hunter.

"I don't have any objection, as long as you're not too hung over tomorrow to master a two-step," he announced. The rest of the boys grinned as they chattered between themselves about the small details of tonight's plans.

"I didn't have you down as the partying type," Sebastian murmured, raising a shaped eyebrow cockily.

"I don't think you had me down as the gay type either, but we both know you got that wrong," Hunter smirked.

The statement took Sebastian by surprise, as he started choking on a piece of apple. He managed to swallow it down, but had now gathered the stares of the rest of the boys.

"Whatever you said, Hunter, I congratulate you, no one's ever made Sebastian so surprised that he chokes," Jeff mused.

"I can think of a few other things that might make you choke," Hunter muttered, his hand traveling under the table to rest on Sebastian's thigh, his thumb tracing small circular patterns on the inside.

"Why don't we skip breakfast and test out that theory?" Sebastian whispered, biting his bottom lip gently.

Hunter grinned in reply. "I'll meet you in my dorm in ten minutes, don't be late." He excused himself from the table saying he had 'Warbler business' to attend to. That's technically true, he smirked, already out of the door.

Sebastian glanced at his watch. It was quarter past eight, meaning he'd have to wait until twenty-five past before he could leave. He sighed in annoyance, knowing this would be the slowest ten minutes of his life. It was lucky both he and Hunter had a free period first, otherwise they'd have less than ten minutes together.

He sat, bored, observing the other conversations that were going on around him. He heard Wes make some stupid comment about how he couldn't use his gavel any more because of the new 'Captain Method'. He bit his tongue, holding back a remark about how Hunter managed to get the Warblers a sectional win- he was supposed to be nice this year. Being nice sucked. But then, why did it bother him if Wes was pissed off because of Hunter?

Sebastian shook his head free of thoughts, realizing it was now twenty-five past. He smiled slyly. He left the room without any excuse, too excited to bother with social niceties.

Once he was gone, Trent spoke up again. "Did you guys see that?"

Nick frowned, unsure what Trent was talking about. "See what?" he asked.

"The way Sebastian and Hunter were being, didn't you notice how close they were sat? And they were whispering to each other the whole time," Trent explained, as if everyone should have noticed.

"I saw that too- and the way Sebastian just left without a reason," David interjected for the first time.

"Do you think Sebastian is chasing after Hunter, the way he did with Blaine?" Jeff wondered, remembering the time when everything Sebastian did was a way to help get into Blaine's tight denim pants.

"If that's what it is, then I wish him the best of luck because if he couldn't manage it with a gay guy, then he's going to fail miserably with a straight one," Flint snorted.

Nick swallowed nervously; if rumors about Hunter and Sebastian started then Hunter would assume it was Nick who had told everybody, and then Hunter would confirm Nick and Jeff were dating, and that could not happen. The boys in Dalton all had famous or rich parents, aside from the few that had got in on a scholarship, and those parents all seemed to know one another. Eventually, the news would get back to Nick's father, and if that happened... Nick dreaded to think of the consequences.

"Perhaps we shouldn't assume things guys, they could just be working on Warbler stuff, or they could just be best friends, it's likely considering they're so similar," Nick argued.

"They could be best friends from Hunter's perspective, but that doesn't mean Sebastian isn't after something more," Trent wiggled his eyebrows jokingly to show what he meant.

The boys laughed, and Nick forced a small chuckle. No one seemed to notice his unease apart from Jeff, who gave his hand a small squeeze under the table. "What's wrong, Nicky?" he asked quietly, so no one else would hear.

Nick let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. He couldn't lie to Jeff, they told each other everything. He pressed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb, something he did when he was nervous.

"Jeff, I have to tell you something."

"I'm so fucking cold."

The Warblers were on their way to Phantom, all dressed in what they called their 'Party Outfits', their hair styled and gelled.

It wasn't even that cold, their lessons having ended two hours ago which had been spent preparing for tonight's events. They could see their breaths and had to wear extra layers, but it wasn't as if the next ice age was about to hit.

David, however, seemed to think was the sixteenth time he had complained about the weather, although the other Warblers lost count long ago.

"Just take my damn jacket," Wes glared, talking through gritted teeth.

"No, I couldn't do that!" David protested, his mood changing suddenly.

Wes rolled his eyes, "Then quit moaning before I hit you over the head with my gavel," he threatened.

"You still carry that thing with you?" Trent laughed, always having been the one who ridiculed Wes' love for his gavel most.

The conversation continued with inputs from several other boys, as well as Trent chasing Wes to attempt to retrieve the gavel, finishing with Trent victorious and Wes emitting an embarrassingly high squeal.

Neither Nick or Jeff took any notice of their surroundings, too caught up in their conversation of hushed whispers.

"Nick, if people start speculating then Hunter and Sebastian are going to assume it was you who told everyone, and then Hunter is going to spread that awful rumor about us, and if that got back to your father, I don't want to even think about what would happen to you," Jeff babbled, concern lacing his voice.

Nick reached out to lay his hand on Jeff's forearm, which was crossed over his body for warmth. "Baby, I know that, but if we tell them to stop being so freaking obvious then they'll know that you know, and that might be enough to make them spread stuff about us anyway. This is Hunter we're talking about, it's not as if he's rational, he stole a trophy to lure Blaine back to Dalton," he reasoned, not convinced they should talk to Hunter and Sebastian about this.

"I just think we should warn them; if Hunter was telling the truth and it was only a one time thing then it won't matter, but it really doesn't look like it. I know we would've appreciated somebody warning us," Jeff sighed, glancing behind him where Sebastian and Hunter were walking side by side, engrossed in their own conversation.

Nick smiled warmly, the skin at the corner of his eyes crinkling a little. "I love the way you worry about everyone, it's not even as if you're friends with them yet you want the best for them, it's so sweet," he murmured, watching Jeff bite his lip and duck his head as he always did when someone complimented him.

"Nicky, keep your voice down!" Jeff blushed, only because he didn't know what else to say.

"I'm more or less whispering, I don't think they'll hear," Nick grinned, nodding his head towards the other Warblers. "But back to the topic, you're probably right- you normally are. We'll have to pull them aside when we're in line, saying we're worried about our fake ID's or something," he decided, pulling his out of his jacket pocket.

"Oh my gosh, that's so bad!" Jeff laughed at the ID. Apparently, Nick was a thirty-four year old truck driver from Hawaii called Terry- they hadn't even used his picture.

Let's see yours then," Nick joked, sure Jeff's was just as terrible. Jeff fished around in his jean pocket, grasping the flimsy, laminated card between his fingers. He held it up for Nick to see, who burst out laughing immediately, causing some of the other boys to turn around.

"What?" Jeff asked, not being able to tell what was so funny.

"The guy in the picture has an afro! And he's from Thailand!" Nick cried, biting his knuckle to suppress his laughter.

The rest of The Warblers started chuckling, taking out their own ID's to pass around. The rest, that is, aside from Hunter and Sebastian, who were still talking quietly between themselves.

"So this morning was fun," Hunter smiled, looking towards the floor shyly.

Sebastian grinned, opened his mouth, and closed it again. "About that. I thought... I thought we were going to leave it at the two times," he said quietly, and upon seeing Hunter's fallen expression, added, "Not that I'm complaining, I just thought you wanted to keep yourself from distractions."

"If you don't mind, I think I can use you as some form of stress relief," Hunter chuckled, biting the inside of his cheek. He knew that was a lie, this wasn't just about stress relief anymore, it was about being intimate with Sebastian- but there was no way he was going to say that.

Hunter looked up at Sebastian to see his reaction, but what he saw shocked him a little. Sebastian's eyes were gleaming, his expression unreadable. "I don't mind that at all." He blinked, his long lashes fluttering on his cheeks. Hunter's stomach twisted, and as they walked, he studied Sebastian's appearance in more detail. His hair was sticking up at the front, staying put with spray, but it was his clothes that bought Hunter's attention most.

He wore the tightest, black skin-tight jeans that left nothing to the imagination, (although Hunter didn't have to imagine), and a simple red top that may as well have been painted on, the thin material stretching over his chest and clinging to his waist. His shoes however, were smart dress shoes, and although they would not have been Hunter's first choice, they seemed to match Sebastian's outfit. He ran his eyes up and down Sebastian's body, his breath hitching in his throat when he reached his crotch, where the fabric was pulling in several directions due to the strain beneath it.

He forced himself to look away, remembering Sebastian had said something. "I uh, I don't mind either," he stuttered, reprimanding himself for not keeping his cool.

Sebastian grinned slyly but didn't say anything, instead choosing to continue in silence. Hunter's left hand hung loosely by his side, and he was about to put it in his pocket when it was met with the warmth of Sebastian's fingers, curling slightly around his own. Hunter flinched back, not expecting the contact, pulling his hand free.

Sebastian coughed awkwardly, immediately spluttering an excuse. "Sorry, my, uh, my hand just brushed by yours," shoving both hands in his pockets hastily.

"Yeah, of course," Hunter swallowed, his cheeks reddening. An awkward silence fell over them, and neither were prepared to break it, instead opting to observe the other boys.

For a fleeting moment Hunter had thought Sebastian wanted to hold his hand; something he actually wanted. He had felt butterflies in his stomach, and now, replacing it, was that feeling of disappointment he had felt earlier. What was this? What was Sebastian doing to him? Hunter had never been more than physically attracted to someone, but now his usually calm, collected self, was noticing the slightest thing about Sebastian that he never normally took the time to look for.

Like the way he ran his fingers through his hair when he thought, and how he scrunched up his nose when the Warblers were being their usual, annoying selves, and how he chuckled quietly and allowed a rare, non-false smile when Hunter made a joke, or laughed at something he said. Sebastian's natural smile made him even more beautiful than he already was, lighting up his eyes, and you could tell he was actually happy, instead of his normal smirk.

Hunter mentally slapped himself- had he just called Sebastian beautiful? He sighed quietly so that the other boy wouldn't hear him. This whole situation was confusing him, the way he was feeling about Sebastian, why he was more than happy to let it carry on instead of being a one time thing, why his skin prickled when the other boy sat so close to him at breakfast their thighs were pressed together; nothing made sense.

Before he could think about it any further, the delighted cries of his fellow boys hit the air. He hadn't even realized they'd arrived at the club, too absorbed in his own worries and thoughts.

He looked up, taking in the outside of the club. The first thing that caught his eye was the large, neon purple sign on the roof, the word 'Phantom' in fancy writing. It looked slightly tacky and was a little too bright, but it was supposed to be eye-catching, so it did the job. The actual building itself was a simple cube, although the roof became slanted when it reached the sides, hanging off the edge to provide protection from rain to people in line. The windows took up most of the wall space, but they were tinted purple so you could only see the silhouettes of the dancing people inside. The music could be heard from the outside, the thudding beat to whatever ridiculous dance song was being played.

"Look how long the line is!" David groaned, staring at the many people queuing to get in. The queue seemed to go on forever, mostly full of other teens wearing dresses that could have been shirts, and v-necks that showed most of their chest. Sebastian rolled his eyes, never having been one for diving v-necks, thinking most guys who wore them were pretentious assholes- not that he could say anything.

The group made their way to the back of the line, separating into their own, smaller friendship groups, none of which included Hunter or Sebastian, leaving the pair on their own.

"What do you say to having a quick fuck around the back?" Sebastian smirked, motioning with his head.

Hunter grinned seductively as he whispered, "That depends on how well you behave." Sebastian's lips parted, forming a small 'o' shape, although he quickly regained composure and shut his mouth again. Clearly he wasn't used to being so submissive.

He leaned close to Hunter's face, and for a brief moment Hunter had thought Sebastian was about to kiss him. However, he passed his mouth, his lips next to Hunter's ear. "Since when were you in charge?" he murmured, straightening back up again and resuming his previous position.

"Since I fucked you into the mattress this morning," Hunter said simply, a smirk of his own tugging at the corners of his mouth. Sebastian's breath caught in his throat, causing him to emit a small cough.

"We're going to have to change that then, aren't we," he murmured sultrily, giving Hunter a look he couldn't quite place his finger on.

"Change what?" The cheery voice of Nick burst into their conversation, accompanied by a beaming Jeff standing close next to him.

"Change that you're interrupting us," Hunter glared at Nick, feeling suddenly hot. It was strange knowing that Nick knew about him and Sebastian, something he wasn't really used to. God only knows what Hunter would do if Nick told Sebastian he had heard him leave the night before.

"We need to speak to you- about our ID's," Jeff explained, holding up the same card he had earlier.

Sebastian's brow furrowed in confusion, not sure why the pair had come to them seeing Thad had been the one in charge of the ID's. "Fine, come around the back, we don't need anyone to hear in case they tell the bouncers," he sighed. They walked around to the back of the club, a dark, shadowy area which none of the boys really liked the look of.

"Right, what's wrong?" Hunter asked, also not understanding why the boys had come to him and Sebastian.

"Look guys, I'm just gonna come out with it," Nick supplied, all cheeriness draining from him and Jeff. "You two have to stop being so... gay," he said bluntly.

"Excuse me?" Sebastian snapped, raising both his eyebrows. "Last time I checked, you two are the gayest people around here, I'm pretty sure you could turn anyone within five feet of you gay if you tried hard enough, what with the constant heart-eyes. So next time you want to insult someone, think it through," he finished heatedly, become increasingly angered. Hunter had never seen him lose his cool this much, normally being too far up his own ass to take in his surroundings.

"Sebastian, we aren't really talking about you," Jeff interrupted, "It's no secret you're gay, you could probably see the amount of gay that surrounds you from the moon-" he defended, but Nick stopped him, steering the conversation back to topic.

"Our point is, is that if Hunter wants to hold his straighter than straight reputation, you'll have to stop being so obvious, because the other Warblers are starting to think something's up between you two. Perhaps you should stop hanging around together so much, stop sitting together, stop whispering to each other, and whilst you're at it, you should probably stop giving each other bedroom eyes every five minutes." Nick looked up at the other two boys, and for a moment he thought Hunter was about to hit him. Sebastian was the first to speak, both clearly in shock.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he tried weakly.

"Sebastian, I heard you leave through the bathroom window last night, so unless you're trying to tell me that was some magical elf who has your voice, then I don't believe you," Nick rubbed the back of his neck, not used to being so blunt or harsh with anybody, let alone Hunter and Sebastian.

"It's none of our business what you two get up to in your own time, all we're saying is you need to tone it down when you're with other people if Hunter wants to maintain his reputation," Jeff concluded, trying to read Hunter and Sebastian's expressions. Hunter seemed angry, whereas Sebastian seemed a little baffled as well as angry.

"Fine, if you want me to show the world that I'm straight, then that's what I'll do. And I propose the same thing to you, Seb; go find some other guy to suck face with," he glared haughtily at all three of them before marching off, his head held high.

As soon as he was out of sight, he pressed the heel of his hands into his eyes. What the hell had that been about? Why was he so angry that he had been told he couldn't be close to Sebastian outside of the bedroom? It certainly wasn't because he was ashamed of his sexuality; he hadn't even been in the closet until he went to Dalton, and that had been for the reason he gave Sebastian. And why had he been angry at the thought of Sebastian making out with another guy? None of this made sense.

Nick, Jeff and Sebastian appeared from behind the club, resuming their places in the queue. Nick and Jeff immediately rejoined the conversation they'd been having with Trent earlier, leaving Hunter on his own- aside from Sebastian who was now standing at least two feet away from him.

They stood in silence, Hunter refusing to acknowledge the other boy. He stared straight to the front of the queue, meaning he didn't notice when Sebastian had snuck up behind him, so close his chest was almost pressed against Hunter's back, and said quietly, "I guess that quickie around the back is off then."

Hunter whipped around, stumbling on the pavement a little. "Sebastian, leave me alone. This was a bad idea, I'm only supposed to be here to help with Sectionals and Regionals, and we even managed to lose that thanks to my master plan," he muttered, swallowing when he saw that gleam in Sebastian's eyes, the one he'd only seen a few times and was still unable to place.

"But thanks to your master plan, I got to see you and all the other Warblers in wife beaters," Sebastian grinned. He had been the only one of the boys who had been eager to use steroids, willing to do anything to win. Of course, seeing the other guys in tight, white shirts had a lot to do with it, but it was mostly because he wanted the National trophy.

Hunter scoffed, "Is that all you care about? Guys? You really do think with your dick, don't you? Perhaps you should consider what those other guys might be feeling instead of objectifying them all the time," he glared coldly. He felt his stomach pang sharply, and his hands were becoming clammy. Where were these sudden outbursts of feeling coming from? Why was he so angry at Sebastian anyway, it's not like it was his fault they couldn't be intimate in public, it was for the sake of his reputation. And then there was always the same question; why did he so badly want to be intimate in public?

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow, his signature smirk not leaving his face. "Think about what the other guy might be feeling? I would think the other guy would be feeling me," he grinned, seemingly relishing in Hunter's anger.

Hunter rolled his eyes, managing to glare frostily as he did so. They were close to the door of the club now, so he chose not to say anything else, not wanting to draw further attention to them from the bouncers.

His arms were crossed tightly against his body, the cold begging to nip at his bare arms. He glanced behind him, his senses telling him that he was being watched. He saw Nick and Jeff hurriedly duck their heads as they talked in hushed whispers.

Hunter breathed heavily, scowling at the floor. Before he knew it, the Warblers were at the doors, all grasping tightly to their ID. Their eyes flitted about nervously as they showed them to the bouncers and were quickly let through. Hunter had no doubt they both knew a majority of the ID's were fake, but people meant money.

They were let through with no hesitation. Most of the other boys immediately swarmed to the bar, eager to make full use of their fake ID's. Hunter, however, stood just beyond the door in the small passageway that led into the club, still fuming with rage.

Somebody behind him bumped into him rather obnoxiously, and he whipped around quickly to snap at them, only to be faced with Sebastian. "What do you want?" Hunter growled as they walked into club, barely hearing himself over the thumping music.

Sebastian's eyes gleamed as they surveyed Hunter's body. "If we can't touch for a whole evening, I figured I may as well make it look accidental," he murmured, coming to Hunter's side, his hand 'discreetly' brushing his ass as he did.

"Fuck you, Sebastian, just leave me alone for tonight- this whole thing was a stupid idea. If I have to look straight, I may as well do it convincingly!" he yelled angrily- still not sure exactly why he was so pissed. He turned swiftly on his heels, storming away from the other boy, his fists clenched tightly.

As Hunter marched off, he didn't see the smile fall from Sebastian's face.