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The First Time || Huntbastian

It wouldn’t have taken more than the long-lashed, salacious look Sebastian was giving him to lure Hunter into the car, but now there was also a hand on his back and a finger in his belt loop and suddenly the notion of being ‘swept off his feet’ by this handsome stranger was only barely metaphorical. He felt like he could’ve fallen straight into the man’s arms and been perfectly happy (in ways he definitely wasn’t used to) to be carried off into whatever carnal plans Sebastian had for them. Because CLEARLY there were plans.

Hunter’s fingers flexed automatically as Sebastian’s hand moved down his arm, almost like he was ready to twine their fingers together - but the man’s hand stopped at his wrist and Hunter was left wanting. Wanting.. and hungry, for whatever Sebastian wanted to give him. Hunter’s thoughts were full of shadowy impressions of things that might happen tonight. It was too risky to watch porn with his mother poking her nose into his business and his father obsessively monitoring his cellphone and internet use, so he only had vague ideas of what two men were supposed to do together. Of course, he knew about the sex part. He wasn’t that inexperienced. Or at least.. he knew what was supposed to go where, when it was men. He was going to have to pretend to know more than he actually did, he was sure, to keep this man from deciding he was too much trouble.

He let Sebastian steer him to the car, his eyes leaving the older man’s face only long enough for him to throw a momentary and slightly smug smile at the third guy - Blaine, he recalled. Yes, run along now, Blaine. He and Sebastian had things to go do. Like each other. God, that sounded hot.

Suddenly Hunter found himself pressed up against the car. Sebastian’s breath was against his mouth and jesus fuck their bodies were touching. Hunter clamped down hard on his lower lip to force down another whimper-like noise, wanting to come across cool and collected as though he did things like this literally all the time. Lifting his chin, he moved his lips experimentally close to Sebastian’s face, as though he were about to kiss him. “I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you,” he answered, pitching his voice a little lower to hopefully sound a little sultry. Or stupid. He might just have sounded stupid.

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It was a while later and Sebastian had just shut the door to his apartment. His fingers fell softly in a rhythm against the bolt he’d just slotted sharply into place. He took his time to turn on the spot, to move from the door, composing himself. He was aware of Hunter’s awkward presence in the middle of his living space, the hairs on his nape erect and his neck burning from the proximity.

He hadn’t used their journey here as he thought he should. He’d definitely danced around the subject of Hunter’s age, willing it to slide easily into their short bursts of discussion about this or that. It never did, so he let it go and instead dragged Hunter up here without a word. And now he was locking the boy in with him. And that was that.

It was almost maddening how sobering a drive could be.

Sebastian plastered his regular easy grin across his face and turned leisurely, at his usual slow, graceful speed. He knew for as much as Hunter’s eyes were everywhere at once, scoping out his home, the boy’s main focus was still on him. He slipped further into his facade as he moved around the room, owning it, and completed the act as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop. Sebastian slid his hands down his bare chest and loosened the buckle of his belt, and then pulled the entire length of leather free from his jeans. It clattered to the floor. His grin never wavered and the heat of his body was paramount but sticky and he needed a rush of something to get him back where he was. Don’t drive when drunk, you’ll lose your buzz.

Hunter was right there and so unbelievably sexy, and believably innocent, and something about the energy that passed between them made him hot but it also made him.. uneasy, and the age thing. The age thing, it was a thing, whether he liked it or not.

“Do you like Special K?” he asked conversationally as he twisted two fingers into his pockets, looking for the little bag he had on him somewhere. His eyes flickered up to Hunter’s, one eyebrow raised in question and his mouth following suit, raised in one corner, in amusement.

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The First Time || Huntbastian

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.Hunter swallowed with difficulty (at some point in the last few seconds, his heart seemed to have decided that where it really needed to be was right in the middle of his throat), and struggled again to find his voice. The man had an intensity about him that was oppressive, yet at the same time everything about him was so absolutely inviting that a viable, growing part of Hunter wanted to take a deep breath and hurl himself at him. It all felt like the real-world epitome of the wolf luring in the innocent young girl wrapped in her little red hood, but that story never explained how things could change when deep down the girl really wanted to be led astray. Right now Hunter could see the danger vin front of him very clearly - it was written all over the man’s lurid grin, in the way he overflowed with sensuality and confidence - but what if he wanted to be eaten up? Would that really be so wrong?

“Hunter,” he announced in a flash of sudden bravery. “It’s- my name’s Hunter.” Hazel eyes cast vaguely in the indicated direction but saw absolutely nothing - Hunter didn’t give a shit who ‘Blaine’ was. Blaine wasn’t the man standing in front of him now, who was invading his personal space so thoroughly that Hunter couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like if they kissed or– or if their bodies actually touched. The younger man’s knees trembled, but he stood defiantly stronger and attempted to answer the man’s - Sebastian’s - question with a flirtatious smile that wouldn’t show how simultaneously eager and terrified he actually felt. “I’m.. exactly that kind of man. A lift would be great. So where are you going? Another club..?” he asked, trailing off with unaffected naiveté.

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Hunter.

Sebastian huffed out a chuckle, hidden only by an exhale of breath. He wondered briefly how many others had the same thought, or were going to have the thought, that.. well, Hunter was the hunted, wasn’t he? Sebastian allowed himself the moment to dwell in his amusement but he kept the realisation from his face as he only pushed further into the boy’s space. Their chests were almost touching and he was sure he could feel the reverberation of Hunter’s heartbeat. Then again, he did have his own. Blaine’s mother liked to make that clear to him whenever she could.

Hunter’s smile and answer only spurred him on. He slid his fingers more solidly into the leather loop of Hunter’s belt and used that leverage to pull the boy forward until their hips were snug together. His hand then moved around Hunter’s body, curving into the small of his back. There was a tickle at the back of his throat, the urge to laugh at Hunter’s apparent innocence, but he kept it down in his effort to further entice the boy.

“It’s late,” Sebastian drawled, making a show of looking at his watch, “and every club and bar that are of any worth in this city are on this street. No.. I was going to head home, actually. And you’re coming, aren’t you?” Sebastian rocked his hips from side to side, guiding them into something of a dance on the sidewalk, and when he released Hunter, it was only to draw him closer. “Mmm?” Sebastian started moving backward, in the general direction of his car. His hand slid down Hunter’s arm, curling around his wrist, and he turned to lead.

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed when it was clear that Blaine was standing where he’d been left, staring as a dog would at its owner. With a flick of his wrist, he gestured for Blaine to move and delighted internally when he did, clearly rolling his eyes and disappearing back into the club. Sebastian turned back to Hunter, now close enough to the car to press the boy bodily against it. “Last chance to turn back, sweetheart.”

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The First Time || Huntbastian

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The light of the Babylon logo went right on burning into his eyes, taunting him like a flirtatious ex-lover - one he desperately wanted and simultaneously hated. Hunter was not in the mood right now to go easy on himself for all the progress he’d made, for in all reality he HAD made enormous strides just by being brave enough to come here. But he didn’t feel brave. The club’s sign, unmistakable as it lit up the night, and the foot traffic currently crowding the street - a scintillating mixture of every colorful class of gay and trans culture - they were all so.. unapologetic.. so proud to be seen where they were, owning the night as if they’d built it themselves. All of it only seemed to emphasize to Hunter how very ashamed he should feel. He should be proud of this side of himself, of the fact that he was gay, and in some ways he was, but not enough to come out to anyone he actually knew. Who he wanted to be tonight and who he felt he had to be in his real life seemed to be circles that could never touch.

He was just bracing himself to make another attempt when, without warning, a very tall stranger swept suddenly into his path. Hunter’s breath caught in an instant of alarm, but every other thought and emotion was suspended as his eyes rose to fix on the person’s face. It didn’t seem fitting to call him a man, which didn’t quite make sense to Hunter because a man was what he obviously was. But still, it just didn’t fit. He was a presence. He was there and– Hunter didn’t have even half a second to compose himself before the stranger’s hand was on him and he was being guided backward, and though only the lightest touch was used the younger man felt legitimately powerless to resist. The cold steel of a streetlight pressed up between his shoulder-blades, trapping him, and helplessly he went on staring into that relentless face with its Cheshire grin that stretched from ear to ear. His tongue felt like lead in his mouth.. Hunter made a noise that was something between a gasp and a whimper, but where he should’ve probably been looking for an escape route all he could do was gaze into the man’s eyes.

“H.. hi. Um, hello.”

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Sebastian’s head tilted to the side and, if anything, his smile only grew toothier as the handsome stranger bowed easily to his presence. The sound the boy made was delectable and Sebastian almost twitched in response, almost slid forward completely, almost trapped the boy completely- but he didn’t. He had everything under control. He’d done this so many times before and he was a grown man and he could control himself. Yet something about the boy in front of him had him inhaling sharply and simultaneously forgetting to breathe.

“Hi,” he repeated lowly, grin still in place. He took the time to assess the boy now he was so close, his self-control having obviously been damaged somewhere when his hand slid down the post without even a shade of doubt. His fingers ghosted over the stranger’s neck, lower, slowly, down the plains of the stranger’s chest, journeyed over his abdomen and stretched only slightly to play with feigned absentmindedness at the buckle of the stranger’s belt. His focus slunk back up the boy’s body from his lower abdomen and caught his eye again. Confidence washed over him, making his spine tingle, and Sebastian knew he had the stranger where he wanted him simply because the boy hadn’t shifted away from him and had fallen easily into a trance.

“What’s your name?” Sebastian prompted, though he could honestly care less. A better question would probably be how old the boy was, if he was even legal. He pushed that thought to the furthest corner of his mind and continued to talk, only breaking eye contact to fully appreciate the boy’s beauty. The sharp angle of his jaw, illuminated in lamp light, the bow of his lips, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

“.. I’m Sebastian. That there...” his weight moved gracefully onto one hip as he vaguely gestured over the opposite shoulder. “That’s Blaine. He doesn’t matter. He’s a good boy. Likes to walk home with his friends after a night at Babylon. Needs a breather. You, sweetheart.. you seem like the kind of man who could use a lift, though.” His grin was brighter but lewd and full of promises and his fingers tugged with sudden abandon at the loop of his potential conquest’s belt.

“What do you say?”

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The First Time || Huntbastian

The sights and smells of downtown were assaulting his senses from absolutely every direction, and as excited as his pulse was, it was becoming an increasingly challenging struggle not to hyperventilate. Hunter’s hands shook as he lit a cigarette, fully aware that he was just stalling now. The bright neon sign of the one gay club in the city that didn’t have an overt fetish theme (because fuck, he was not ready for that) blazed proudly on the other side of the street, inviting and terrifying at the same time. Smoke whooshed out between his lips in nervous puffs as he steeled his nerves, shoving Trent’s warnings from earlier in the day to the very back of his mind as he did so, and at long last he took that first step off the curb.

Six seconds later he was back where he’d started, jaw clenched tight and heartbeat still pounding away in his ears. “Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, rubbing a hand through his hair. He could do this. He could go in this god damn club.

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When Blaine had first burst into the back room, Sebastian had managed to bargain himself another five minutes. The next time, ten. And the next time... well, Sebastian had realised, distractedly, about a minute too late, that Blaine had come back and was ready to use his ‘brute’ munchkin force. The smaller male had pointedly averted his eyes, apologised profusely to Sebastian’s ‘buddy’ and had grabbed his hand (lucky shot). He’d given poor, weak Sebastian minus minutes to react and make himself decent and blow a kiss in the general direction of his new old friend, and then they were shoving through the crowd and since when was Blaine so pushy, Jesus. The smaller of the two hadn’t even given him the chance to bid his favourite bouncer adieu before they were stumbling outside together. Sebastian wrenched his hand away in childish disapproval, ready to chide his best friend for being an indecent twat.

Instead, Sebastian deflated against the passenger door of his car, Blaine already having used the power of his grumbling as fuel to get him to the driver’s side in the time in which it took Sebastian to even take another breath. It was shockingly cold against his heated skin and he welcomed it so wholly he was sure he’d never move again. He mumbled aloud, some profanity, and Blaine, petulant Blaine, snipped back. Sebastian chuckled and wound his shoulders back, shook his head dismissively and shuffled away from the car to open the door. And then he caught sight of a boy - a boy - just across the street.

The stranger was highlighted by the surrounding streetlights, his hair and skin glowing similar shades of attractive golden. It seemed he had his own smoke machine, too, shrouding him in irresistible mystery. A model he’d never met before, perhaps? How dare he be so.. so... negligent of the town’s new masterpiece. It was almost in his job description - he was pretty much obligated - to go and say hello. Adrenaline worked like a repelling magnet to shove him away from the car and further. His hand fell at his side from where he’d been weakly pulling at the door, with his own dead weight against it, as he floated over to the stranger.

Suave, sophisticated, put together, and not nearly as sweaty as he’d been before plastering himself to the side of his car. He was the epitome of easy, enviable confidence. The crowd opened to allow the king a direct path through. He curved into the handsome stranger’s space the moment he’d received eye contact, his hand coming up to walk the boy only a few steps backward to lean against a streetlight. His hand closed around the post just inches above the boy’s head. His grin was toothy and his voice was liquid caramel, and he could almost hear Blaine’s jealous yelp in the background.

“Hi.”

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