I just wrote a story about Sebastian losing his job and getting stuck in a depression and getting terrified that 'super functional' Hunter won't want to be with him when he's not stable or impressive, but that fear just makes him hide away more. And then Hunter sits him down and gives him a very hardcore Hunter pep talk (that is honestly kinda aggressive and awkward) and lays down a five point plan of how they're going to help Sebastian together, and then they have some quite nice sex. But it came out poorly written and depressing, so I thought I'd just share the idea.
Plot bunny: Sebastian wakes up in the middle of the night to eat. He's always hungry and Hunter can ignore when Sebastian is snacking on the other side of the room at 2am, but when they're sharing a bed... not so much. Eventually, they agree that Hunter will sleep against the wall and Sebastian can eat quiet, crumbless foods - bananas, muesli bars - but if he wakes Hunter up, he's being sent back to his own bed.
Hunter wants to get gang banged for his birthday and Sebastian makes it happen.
Warnings for (surprise surprise) fairly graphic sex with multiple partners.
Hunter was feeling a little spaced out as a hand slid through his hair, and his raised his eyes to meet Sebastianâs concerned face.
âAre you still okay on your knees, babe?â asked his boyfriend, stroking Hunterâs temple. âWant to switch it up?â
âNo, Iâm fine,â replied Hunter in a rough voice.
Sebastian was sitting cross-legged in front of Hunter, touching his hair and kissing him as the group of guys theyâd assembled â friends and friend of friends â worked at pounding his ass. They seemed to think it was pretty strange that Hunterâs boyfriend was sitting there watching him get fucked by five other guys, but Sebastian really couldnât care less what they thought. This was Hunterâs birthday present.
Hunter may be slightly zoned out, but when the fourth guy crawled onto the bed behind him, Hunter still managed to push his ass back encouragingly. The man â Stephen, a friend of Sebastianâs from dance class â ran an admiring hand over the round muscle of Hunterâs backside, and then rubbed his flank like someone calming a skittish horse.
âYou need more lube?â asked Sebastian, his fingers still running through Hunterâs sweaty hair.
âNah,â said Stephen, testing Hunterâs opening with one finger, making Hunter let out a half-swallowed noise. âHeâs good to go.â
With that, Stephen rolled on a condom and then grabbed Hunterâs hips, sliding his dick easily into Hunterâs body. Hunter let out a grunt, his eyes closing for a second, but then he licked his lips and said, âCome on, get on with itâ. Stephenâs eyebrows raised in surprise at Hunterâs continuing enthusiasm to get fucked, but he didnât say another word, simply pulling Hunter back by the hips to bury himself even deeper.
âHowâs it feel?â murmured Sebastian, leaning in to kiss Hunterâs slightly parted lips. âIf four dicks in your ass enough yet, baby?â
âShit,â gasped Hunter when Stephen began to fuck him fast, the wet slapping sounds loud and clear. The other guys were hanging around in the corner, drinking beers and chatting. They were all hanging around until the end, in case Hunter was up for some second rounds. At this rate, Sebastian thought he just might be.
Plot bunny: Delta Models and Gladiator Sports Management share a floor of a glamorous New York skyscraper. Delta's top model, Hunter Clarington - he just got the new Versace campaign, did you hear? - has been in a lot, signing contracts. He keeps sharing the elevator with this obnoxious wannabe NBA player, Sebastian Smythe, who keeps making a stir with his openly gay lifestyle. Sebastian wants to date a model and Hunter's management thinks it'll be a good look for him. Turns out they get along pretty well, although is takes them both a while to learn that viable hickeys are bad for basketball games and photoshoots.
Plot bunny: You get your soulmates name on your hand when you turn 17. Hunter turns up at Dalton with Sebastian Smythe on his wrist, and quickly discovers that his soulmate is at Dalton. But Sebastian is out for the week with appendicitis and all Hunter hears about him is horrible rumours - slut, liar, heartless. Hunter doesn't feel like getting used and abused, and when Sebastian comes back, Hunter completely cut him off. He won't speak to him, or even look at him, and Sebastian can't understand why his soulmate (who is so gorgeous and sexy and perfect) hates him.
Plot bunny: Sebastian has a tattoo on his foot in Japanese. When Hunter asks what it says, Sebastian says he got it when he was drunk and it says something stupid, he thinks, like waterlily. Hunter calls bullshit, because his father was stationed in Japan and he knows a little of the language. The tattoo says the name Michael. Sebastian - embarrassed and grumpy Hunter called his bluff - admits he got it for his first love, after they broke up. Hunter finds it weirdly endearing (and also hates it, because there is another guy's name on Sebastian's skin).
Dark plot bunny: Hunter thinks Sebastian's submissive tendencies aren't exactly the healthy kind, but Sebastian refuses to discuss it or agree on a safeword, Hunter decides to push him back his limits to prove his point. He then realises that Sebastian actually doesn't seem to have any limits and he can't stop himself exploiting that to play out some of his darker fantasies.Â
I can totally try! Warning for dirty talk and mild humiliation
Sebastian was also perpetually pissed off about the lacrosse game that the team had been forced to play in vintage gear from fifty years before. They had lost and looked ridiculous, and any paltry school pride Sebastian had felt was thoroughly quashed.
âStop it,â muttered Hunter low and sharp, eyes glancing around to make sure no one could see what Sebastian was doing. As punishment, Sebastian actually grabbed Hunterâs dick through the grey linen and Hunterâs breath hitched.
âIâm fairly sure,â said Sebastian, and he pulled his hand back, allowing Hunterâs jaw to unclench, âthat you were saying something else last night. What was it you were saying to me last night, when I was licking your spread asshole?â
âShut up,â hissed Hunter, sounding firm again, but the flush that quickly rose up his neck gave him away. Despite his protests, he didnât step away from Sebastian. There was a heat in his eyes as he stared as his boyfriend, as though both curious and terrified to hear what heâd say next. Sebastian grinned and moved in the slightest bit more.
âWhat you said to me,â he murmured, smug and slightly condescending, âwas that your ass was mine whenever I want it. Mine to fuck whenever I feel like it. What was the exact phrase you used again?â
âI donât-â Hunter tried to say, but Sebastian didnât let him.
âNo. What did you say last night when I was fingering your ass?â
âAll I want in life is your dick inside me,â breathed Hunter, horrified yet spellbound. His cheeks were becoming red now. Sebastian gave him little grin, not feeling a moment of regret for bringing up Hunterâs deepest pleasures in the middle of a crowded room.
âYes, thatâs what you said,â he agreed quietly, his own eyes dancing with anticipation. âAnd I thought you were a man of your word. So I want to fuck your ass, right now. Which means you need to get to the bathroom and get that pretty hole ready for me, understood?â
Hunter, flushed and wound so tight that he couldnât form words, merely nodded. He walked abruptly out of the room, and Sebastian saw the headmaster about to call out after him. Making a beeline over, Sebastian made excuses for himself and Hunter, and then quickly followed his boyfriend out. He was extremely keen to get their own private celebration started.
Warnings for prostitution, age difference and dirty talk
âI bought you something,â said Hunter, and in his lap, Sebastian audibly laughed. He was gloriously naked and had been rolling himself lazily against Hunterâs body, kissing along his neck while smooth music filled Hunter's apartment around them. Hunter would fuck him later, but for now he just wanted the boy unclothed and against him.
Hunter let out an indigent huff, but he was amused by Sebastianâs sass. He could never work out how a teen prostitute could be so genuinely cocky, but it was a refreshing change from some of the other escorts heâd been with. If he wanted mindless minions, he had plenty of staff in his office up to fill the role.
Reaching down to grab Sebastianâs bare ass, he dragged his hips in even closer, rubbing up against the teen through the fabric of his suit pants.
âIs that a ânoâ to the gift?â he teased and he could feel Sebastian smiling against his lips. He let his fingers grope Sebastian ass, dipping them down between his cheeks, and Hunter was rewarded with a silent shudder from Sebastian.
Hunterâs massive penthouse apartment gave them plenty of space and privacy, but Hunter had still dragged Sebastian onto the nearest couch as soon as he was undressed, desperate to feel Sebastian's lips and body against him. Twenty minutes later and he still didnât want to move.
âI didnât say no, Mr Clarington,â replied Sebastian, and Hunter was a terrible person for insisting Sebastian call him that, and also for the way it never failed to make his dick twitch. âI was simply pointing out that dirty old men buying me presents might imply they want something to return.â
âYou know I only invite you over for your conversation,â said Hunter, his own face twisting into a smirk, and he was delighted when Sebastian laughed again.
âFor my mouth, maybe,â shot back Sebastian, and he started unbuttoning Hunterâs shirt, clearly getting inpatient with Hunterâs teasing. He ground hips down hard against Hunter's crotch. âAre you ready for me to earn my keep, Mr Clarington? Because Iâve been missing your conversation and your cock all week.â
Hunter turned up at Dalton half way through the year and people never really got used to him. It wasnât that anyone was especially rude, but theyâd already gotten into friendships groups and routines, and Hunter wasnât the easiest person to like. He kept his head down and minded his own business, but it sometimes meant he missed out of large chunks of information that easily filtered through the rest of the student body.
He ran the Warblers like an army, but football was his real home. He instantly fitted in on the team, and even when they got a new coach who drove the boys into the ground, it was Hunterâs favourite place to be. He lived football, he talked football all day, and so it was a problem that his roommate didnât have any interest in the sport.
Sebastian deliberately changed the subject whenever Hunter even alluded to the football team; he must have been the only boy in the school who slept in instead of watching the games. He scoffed when Hunter organised the Warblerâs practises around training and he didnât even say congratulations when they made it to the State Championship.
Hunter wasnât a big complainer, but Sebastianâs indifference was frustrating. Even when they started dating, Sebastian still wouldn't talk to him about football, now deliberately distracting him with nakedness and other more enjoyable activities.
One day, when his irritation got the better of him, Hunter mentioned Sebastian's apathy to one of his teammates. He left out the part about the kissing. The guy laughed in his face, and then called a few of the other boys over to do the same. Hunterâs couldnât understand what was so funny, and he crossed his arms impatiently as he demanded they explain.
âHow can you not know about Smythe?â laughed Andrew, still laughing, âHunt, his dad fucking owns the New York Giants.âÂ
Bas and Hadley (girl!Huntbastian) try something new in bed.
Hadley reached down and adjusted the silicone toy that was secured against the pelvic bone, finding herself yet again impressed by how comfortable the strap-on harness was. The strangest part of the whole thing was having a weight against her crotch, to look down and see a phallic shaped object protruding where she was only used to seeing smooth skin and light hair. Hadley gave the length an experimental stroke, but stopped when she heard Bas laughing from the bed.
âWill you stop playing with yourself and get over here,â instructed Bas, raising one leg so that her foot was flat on the bed and her pussy was even more spread, her slim fingers running over her folds as she gazed at Hadley.
âSays the girl basically fingering herself,â replied Hadley, but she padded over and climbed onto the bed â and wow, having something dangling between her legs felt incredibly strange â leaning down to kiss her girlfriend firmly, intending to wipe that self-satisfied look off Basâs face.
They kept kissing as Hadley shifted further onto the bed, her breasts brushing Basâs shoulder as Bas moved a leg to make room for her. But then the cool silicone dildo rubbed against Basâs inner thigh, and she burst out laughing, breaking their kiss. This was the first time theyâd used a strap-on.
âYouâre lucky Iâm not a guy, or Iâd be very offended right now,â said Hadley, but she was grinning too. Having the toy there, especially attached to Hadleyâs body, was a weird attention to their very familiar making out. They were only trying it because Bas had admitted to a certain curiosity, given that sheâd never slept with a guy and had never experienced this sort of penetration.
Hadley had been making jokes for days that this meant she was essentially taking Basâs virginity. Bas responded with an incredulous snort, because being the only admitted lesbian in a boarding school full of bi-curious girls meant that Basâs virginity was lost when iPhones were still a novelty.
âOkay,â said Bas, once sheâd stopped giggling and had began to kiss Hadleyâs collarbones, teeth nipping at the smooth skin. They shifted until Hadley was kneeling between Basâs open thighs, and one glance down at the purple dildo made Bas start laughing again. Hadley smacked the inside of her leg to shut her up, but there was no force behind it.
âDo you want to get fucked or not?â she asked, and before Bas could reply, Hadley reached in to circle her clit firmly with the pad of her thumb. Basâs hips jerked off the bed, and her moan of, âFuck, yes, fuck meâ, made Hadley grin.
âBetter,â smirked Hadley, and she leaned down to kiss Bas. She was surprisingly gentle with her lips, because for all their teasing, Hadley wanted this to be good. While they kissed and Bas reached up to squeeze and rub Hadleyâs firm breasts, Hadley grabbed the lube and pumped the silicone shaft with her hand until it was slick. Theyâd been making out and Bas was wet, but she still wanted to be sure.
Finally, after Hadley let out a breathy groan as Bas twisted one of her nipples, she lined up the toy and moved her hips forward. The feeling of the toy breathing Bas, and then slipping deep was completely alien to Hadley, and she was distracted by it for a second until Basâs moan dragged her attention back to her girlfriendâs face.
âYou good?â asked Hadley, and she dropped a soft kiss onto one of Basâs breasts while she waited for confirmation, running her tongue around the peaked nipple as Bas rolled her hips experimentally, her breathing stuttering.
âYeah,â confirmed Bas, working her hips again, and it sent a promising jolt down the toy, pressing it against Hadleyâs groin. While it wasnât going to get her off, it would certainly feel good as she fucked Bas. âLetâs go, stud.â
Hadley compiled, grabbing Bas legs and raising them, biting down on Basâs nipple before straightening up herself. âItâs okay, baby, Iâll be gentle,â she smirked and Bas started laughing again, only to stop when Hadleyâs pace quickly proved to be anything but gentle.
âSo Hunter is ignoring you,â confirmed Jeff, sitting on the spare bed in Sebastianâs room and watching the way his friend was reorganising his lacrosse gear in a distinctly manic fashion.
âYes.â
âWhy?â asked Jeff, wishing Sebastian would stop folding socks and look at him. It was so strange to see Sebastian unsettled, trying so hard to act okay that it was painfully obvious that he wasnât.
âBecause heâs an asshole?â Sebastian guessed in reply. When he ran out of socks, he began untangling the netting on his lacrosse stick, fingers working agitatedly. Jeff sighed from the other side of the room.
âHe didnât give you a reason?â pushed Jeff, restraining himself from just going over and stilling Sebastianâs movements with his hands. It was uncomfortable to watch.
As though Sebastian had heard his silent wish, his fingers stopped at Jeffâs question.
âHe said,â Sebastian began and it was clear that saying the words was like forcing broken glass up his throat, âthat I was being clingy. And that wasnât I smart enough to know when I was getting dumped.â
Jeff winced. Saying that to Sebastian, telling him he was too attached, was comparable to telling someone with an eating disorder that they were fat. Hunter must have known it was the worst possible thing to accuse Sebastian of (and of course he did, that was why he said it).
Sebastian went back to cleaning every splash of mud off his gear, while Jeff stood up and gave him a pat on the shoulder. Sebastian ignored it. Jeff supposed that obsessing over sporting equipment was at least a better way of coping than Sebastian drinking himself into oblivion.
âIâm going to go talk to him,â Jeff said, walking towards the door, already thinking about how he would try and convince Hunter to-
âDonât,â snarled Sebastian, whipping around with flashing eyes. âDonât fucking talk to him. He dumped me and yeah, Iâm smart enough to know that. Just leave it.â
Sebastian glared at him until Jeff nodded. Then he left the room, deciding that just because heâd promised not to talk to Hunter didnât mean someone else couldnât.
