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Dressed Up to Undress | Huntbastian

Who: Hunter Clarington and Sebastian Smythe Where: Alpha Tau Omega Fraternity House When: A little over a week after Books and Blowjobs What: Hunter does some detective work, and Sebastian helms a party.

Sebastian:

Sebastian had been a little surprised that he hadn’t seen the hottie since running into him in the library. While he hadn’t been looking for him - that would imply he meant something other than an occasional great fuck - he hadn’t been avoiding him either. In fact, nothing about Sebastian’s social calendar had changed since he’d dropped to his knees in the middle of the Economics section of the library. He’d been invited to a few dorm parties, and he’d managed to cross an item off his bucket list - sex with a gymnast.

But he is in full Alpha Tau Omega brother mode this Friday night. His fraternity hadn’t thrown a real party since the first week of school, and this one had been planned by the master himself - Sebastian Smythe. Copious amounts of alcohol - half paid for by the fraternity, half by a generous donation from Sebastian’s own trust fund - are flowing, and Sebastian himself is easily on his fourth or fifth drink of the night before he gets pulled away by his brothers for their chapter’s favourite tradition.

The music is loud, and Sebastian’s hips shimmy as he approaches the keg. Beer wasn’t his preferred drink, but who was he to stand in the way of tradition?

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the man responsible for tonight’s festivities!" one of his brothers calls out over the music, gesturing at Sebastian as he approaches. A cheer raises, and he smirks as the man continues. "Let’s give him some support as he continues a time honoured Tau tradition."

As another cheer comes from the crowd, he hands his drink off to some random person, his fingers tugging the hem of his t-shirt over his head. He hears a few girls scream a little louder and rolls his eyes. Sebastian sees a pair of the newer brothers approach and nods. Taking a short breath, he moves quickly, fingers planting on the hardwood floor as he kicks his feet up. One of the men catches his feet, holding him steady in a handstand.

"Ready, brother?" the other man asks, holding a funnel near Sebastian’s lips. His tongue darts out, playing with the end of the funnel before he slides his lips around it, eyes shining as he prepares himself as best he can. Before he knows it, beer is flowing into the funnel, and Sebastian is swallowing as quickly as he can.

Hunter:

Hunter was a born winner. Even when he was in kindergarten Hunter made sure every one knew that he could do his puzzles faster than anyone else. He took innocent fun games such as duck, duck, goose and practically treated them like an olympic sport. As he grew up, his competitive streak just got more intense and Hunter treated everything like a competition. Including sex.

Ever since the tiger had walked away from him in the library Hunter hasn’t been able to work it out… Why would someone walk away when the best was yet to come? Logan, his roommate, dragged him out to a gay bar to get his mind off of it (He had a tendency to dwell on things). He took his A+ oral skills and pleased a few of New York's hottest gays, but the person he wanted to please the most had magically disappeared from the face of the planet. Honestly it was less about pleasing and more about proving a point, but that was all minor details.

It was about a week later when Hunter was watching some poor excuse for television that he remembered.

The tattoo.

The tiger had a tattoo. He can only vaguely remember it since the night they fucked Hunter had admittedly been a bit drunk, but he knew enough about college life to know that it was a fraternity logo. Of course the tiger was a frat boy. It only took half a pizza and a night of googling and pacing back and forth his apartment for him to figure it out, but this was Hunter Clarington and it was only a few years after kindergarten he had his own detective agency, he was always going to figure it out.

Sebastian was an Alpha Tau Omega.

"How am I supposed to pick up chicks if I’m pretending to be into you all night?" Logan questions. "Well maybe you’ll just have to go back to basics tonight." Hunter replies, taking a deep breath as the pair approached the door of the frat house. "Meaning?" His roommate sounds confused. "Meaning your right hand. Now will you shut up and put your arm around me."

So maybe showing up to a party with your straight roommate wasn’t the best idea, but there was a method to his madness. One, Hunter never showed up to a party alone, and two, he didn’t want to give his one-night-stand the impression that he’d put any thought into him maybe being here. Which was a lie if Hunter ever told one considering they wouldn’t even be at this party if his intention wasn’t to accidentally “bump” into the stranger.

But god, he hated frat houses.

There’s a keg stand in the nearest room — Hunter would recognise the cheering anywhere, it was always the same. He approaches the group of people, pushing his way through the drunk teens. “Oh. my. god,” Hunter’s stopped in his tracks as he notices the very familiar face upside down on the keg, blood rushing to his face as he drinks quickly. “What is it?” Logan asks, and Hunter just stands there. Staring. “That’s him.”

They’re both silent as they just watch for a moment. “Classy.”

Sebastian:

Sebastian gets to a mental count of 17 before he just can’t drink any more. He knows his face is beet red, all the blood having settled in it, but he doesn’t care. He turns his head, spitting the red funnel out onto the floor as he feels a splash of beer against the side of his face before the brother can turn the flow off. A couple people help him right himself, and the crowd goes a little quiet as he stumbles just a bit on his feet. This was the moment of truth. Push yourself too far during a keg stand, and once you’re right-side up again, it all comes rushing back up. Sebastian stares at the ground for a heartbeat, two, before he belches under his breath.

Success.

He raises his head, fists raised triumphantly in the air. The crowd explodes in a cheer, and Sebastian’s voice joins it, his eyes shining as he laughs. Being the center of attention was his favourite place to be, and having damn near the entire party watch their partial benefactor - especially one known for being too good for most common fraternity behaviours - wallow in the activities of the ‘common folk’ made excitement race through his veins. People he doesn’t even know are patting him on the back, and he’s shaking his head and laughing.

There’s cheap beer running down the side of his face before continuing on a trail down the muscles of his chest. He approaches a group of girls, taking the hand of one before bending at the waist politely and placing a kiss to her hand. “Ladies,” he says with a wink. Sebastian turns, taking a few steps to the side. He repeats the motion with one of his fraternity brothers, offering a cheeky wink. “Gentlemen,” he addresses, chuckling as he heard a few of the brothers start to chant his nickname in the cheering.

Sebastian turns, intending to make a grand temporary exit when he was face to face with… the hottie? “Hot stuff,” he says in shocked greeting, his face going from surprise to a smirk as quickly as he can make it.

Hunter:

Hunter can’t take his eyes off the sight in front of him. It’s not quite as sexy as watching the tiger’s lips around his cock — actually, it’s not sexy at all. But impressive? Definitely. The stranger’s on his feet and Hunter’s silent with the rest of the crowd, waiting for him to throw up… In which case Hunter was going to turn and leave so quickly there’d be a Hunter shaped hole in the wall of the frat house.

But he did it — Once again, kind of impressive.

It’s quite clear that the tiger is in his element. Possibly more so than when he’s on his knees and using his French connection to make International Relations interesting. It’s… something. That’s for sure. Eyebrows raised Hunter turns to Logan, and to be honest Logan looks far more impressed than anything. Hunter’s always had a sneaking suspicion his roommate wanted to be a frat boy.

He can’t help but chuckle a little bit when the man does his rounds. Surely there’s not a more charming person on the planet. ”Can we stop pretending to be gay now?” Hunter shakes his head, “I’m not pretending. You are. And the amount of times I’ve had to kiss chicks for you, you owe me.” Logan just groans.

Hunter’s lips turn into a smirk when the tall brunette is in front of him — Show time. “Quite a performance you put on there,” he says in greeting, tilting his head slightly and letting his eyes give the not-so-stranger a once over.

Sebastian:

"You know how it is," he answers, rolling his eyes a little. "I’m not one to stand in the way of time honoured fraternity traditions." His smile gets a little wider as he hears the chant of ‘Bas, Bas, Bas’ from his fraternity brothers. He turns and gives another deep bow before turning back to the hottie.

As drunk as he already is, Sebastian has a certain clarity of focus that seems to come to him whenever he’s around an attractive, available man. He pointedly runs his eyes over the hottie, and he looks just as fuckable as ever. The way his hips seem cocked slightly to the side makes him want to dig his fingers into them. That smirk makes him want to drop to his knees and make it turn into that silent scream he’d seen in the library… only this time, he’d prefer it weren’t so silent. His eyes linger on the way his arm is around his friend, a comfortable hand resting at this new stranger’s hip.

The hottie’s friend, however… Sebastian gives him a pointed once over as well. The arm he has around the hottie isn’t nearly as relaxed, a tenseness that belies a certain unfamiliarity with the position. Where the hottie is leaning towards him, this new stranger seems to almost be leaning away. His eyes don’t once fall from Sebastian’s face to check him out, and in that moment, he is quite certain this is some poor little straight boy the hottie’s hanging off of. Did he know that? He’s hot, though, not as hot as the blonde, but certainly not someone Sebastian would kick out of his bed.

Perhaps he could have a little fun with this.

Sebastian’s lips turn up in a deep smirk, eyes shining with mischief and alcohol. The cheers from the crowd have fallen into a dull roar, his nickname no longer being chanted as someone else is setting up for a keg stand of his own. Sebastian circles around the pair once, steps measured. Once he returns to his original spot, he leans in, his head between the other two men’s as he speaks just loud enough for them to hear. “Who’s your friend, hot stuff? I didn’t take you for the sharing type, but I never turn down a threesome. He’s not a virgin, is he?”

Hunter:

Bas? Nope. Doesn’t suit him.

Hunter can feel the eyes of the other practically piercing through his skin. With the amount of alcohol he’s just consumed it was a miracle he was even standing let alone able to do what Hunter can only describe as some sort of animalistic mating routine. He can feel Logan’s hand digging into his side, obviously not used to the very obvious scrutiny they were both coming under right now. As a naturally somewhat intense person, Hunter however, is more able to relax — to keep a collected appearance and a smirk on his lips.

His face doesn’t falter, and in this moment he’s beyond thankful for his military upbringing and the years of military school that allowed him to keep a straight face no matter what. “You were right. I’m not the sharing type…” Hunter says simply. “And I don’t think there’s a person in this room that’s a virgin,” He adds, his eyes moving from tiger only long enough to see the next person getting ready for the all-so-classy fraternity tradition of the keg stand. “While the offer is very… generous of you, Bas?” Hunter pauses to watch for a reaction to see if it was, in fact, his name. “I wouldn’t want to miss the party,” he smirks, pulling Logan with him past the tall brunette.

“Do we have to continue being gay now?” Logan asks when they’re out of sight from the man. Bringing him was possibly one of Hunter’s worst ideas to date. “Once again, it’s only you pretending. But no. Go.” Hunter leans his back against a wall, placing his hands on a red plastic cup and sculling it back. God, what am I doing. He runs his hand through his hair, trying to work out why the fuck he cares about what some average one night stand thinks about his blow job ability. Okay, the average part was another lie. But still. He’s Hunter Fucking Clarington… He doesn’t chase guys. He’s almost contemplating leaving when he’s suddenly very aware of another set of eyes on him. Logan might not have been gay, but there was no reason Hunter should leave this party without getting laid.

Sebastian:

"That’s a damn shame," Sebastian says as he pointedly eyes the hottie’s companion again. "And here I thought you might have brought him as a housewarming present to share." He shrugs as he hears his nickname roll off the hottie’s tongue. It was true what they said - you don’t get to pick your nicknames. He thought it was kind of silly and made him sound like a fish, but he’d heard plenty of variations on his name over the years. Sebas. Bas. Bastian. Not one of them was on his list of chosen forms of address, but at least it was better than the one kid in high school that called him a meerkat, or that freshman pledge that tried to call him Sea Bass as a joke.

"Enjoy the party, hot stuff," he calls out as he watches the two of them walk away. He’s more than a little curious as to why the hottie is there - though really, it was a Tau party, everyone was there - and why he’s hanging off an obviously straight, obviously terribly uncomfortable man. He waits a moment before following them, grabbing a bottle of water out of some random party-goer’s hand. He needs to clear his head a little if he’s going to get to the bottom of this.

Sebastian watches them part ways, and for a moment he’s torn between going after the hottie or going after his friend. A quick glance at the blonde shows that he seems a little… out of sorts, and while Sebastian would normally swoop in and take advantage of that, he is more than a little intrigued by the friend. And, knowing Sebastian’s way with words, the friend is more likely to give him an honest answer.

Turning towards the kitchen, he pushes his way past a few people before he narrows in on the hottie’s friend. He comes up behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist as he purrs in his ear. “We both know you’re not into him. So… care to tell me the real reason you’re here?”

Hunter:

Logan’s attention quickly turns to the masses of girls in this house and he stands back just slightly as he finds a hottie that 1) Doesn’t look clingy, and 2) Doesn’t have a frat boyfriend that would crush find all his fraternity friends and beat the shit out of him — All while trying to stay out view of the man Hunter was so eager to… impress? Honestly, Hunter hadn’t diverged a lot of the information about why he was here and acting gay. Logan just knew that Hunter had some sort of point to prove. But it was whatever, because after all the times he’s forced Hunter to act straight in order for him to get chicks, it was only fair. He’s sipping back on the beer that tastes like more foam than beer, when he feels an arm wrapping around his waist. He tenses, wanting to pull away instantly until he hears the voice in his ear and realizes who it was. Shit.

Hunter smirks when the hot blonde approaches him. Sure, he’s not as hot as Bas, but he wasn’t ugly by any means and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he could make this guy’s night. He doesn’t walk as confidently as his one and a half night stand, his hips don’t swing quite as seductively and his eyes don’t scream ‘fuck me’, but he would do. “Hi,” the new stranger says, holding out a red plastic cup for Hunter to take. How very gentleman-like. “Hi yourself,” Hunter replies, bringing the cup to his lips for a drink. Hunter can only watch as the blonde sort of awkwardly attempts to flirt without saying. Fearing he was going to start laughing at any moment, Hunter reaches out, hooking his fingers in the belt buckle of the other’s jeans and pulling him so close Hunter could feel the stranger’s warm alcohol stained breath on his own. “As much as I would love to stay and chat… I’m on a bit of a tight schedule,” he whispers lowly, eyes locking with the other. “So either you stay down here, drink cheap beer and attempt to find someone at this party who even can even remotely compare to me — ultimately, however, you would fail. Or…” He brings his arm to wrap further around the stranger’s waist, smirking a little when he feels the unfamiliar hands edge their way onto his abs. “Or we can go upstairs and I can fuck you into oblivion. Choice is yours.”

“Sorry?” Logan cleared his throat, pulling himself subtly out of the man’s embrace. Or at least attempting to be subtle. He shrugs, “Dude, I have no idea what you’re on about. I’m into him… Look at him, how could I be gay and not be into him?” That part was sort of true at least. Logan knew that if he was actually gay, he’s totally be into Hunter. He’s not homophobic and can admit that Hunter’s got the body most guys dream of having. “I was just getting us some drinks, actually,” Logan lies. “So. I really should be getting back to him.”

Sebastian:

A deep chuckle rises up from Sebastian’s throat. Wow, this one is completely sold on his role. Which only serves to prove that there was something about the hottie showing up to the party, more so than just looking for a good time.

"What’s the hurry, sweetness?" he continues, this time wrapping his arm around the other man’s shoulders, using his position to turn their bodies to face the middle of the room. Sebastian leans his head a little closer to the other’s ear, his lips just barely moving as he speaks. "I live with twenty-seven straight men. Don’t tell me I can’t spot one of you a mile away." He pulls away slightly to give the man a look. "Now, I believe what you are looking for is someone like Lauren." Sebastian gestures to a girl across the room from them with his water bottle. She is, in a word, beautiful. Shoulder length brown hair frames a pixie-like face. Pale blue eyes shine as bright as her smile. Her short, body-hugging dress displays curves in all the right places. And were Sebastian not as gay as a three dollar bill, he wouldn’t let her leave his bed. "Hailing from the beautiful lowlands of the Netherlands, she’s a finance major with an eye for good investments. No gag reflex, she and I have got a bet going as to who can get a man off harder using only their mouth. I’ll never admit it, but she may be winning." The girl in question glances over at them, and Sebastian smiles and nods back. "She recently rejoined the land of singlehood, and this is her first time back in the pond, so to speak, and she wants someone who can show her a good ride. She’s already turned down several offers tonight, but… if you tell me what I want to know about your friend with the golden cock, I can make sure that Lauren only has eyes for you tonight."

It only takes a moment before Sebastian is patting this guy on the back, smiling wide. “So, what do you say, sweetness? Do we have an accord?”

Hunter:

"Well I wouldn’t want anyone to swoop in on my date," he says, praying he’s pulled it off in a confident, believable manner. But as a hand snakes round his shoulders, and they’re turning to look at the crowd, Logan knows that wasn’t the case. He really did have every intention of playing the part of the gay man. Hunter was his roommate and his best friend and he wasn’t entirely sure the blonde wouldn’t kill him if he even gave a hint to this guy that he wasn’t gay. Hell, even as his eyes focused in on one of the most beautiful women he’s seen in a long time, he was prepared to lose it for his friend. And then he heard the words ‘no gag reflex’, and frankly Logan decided she was definitely worth risking his friendship with Hunter. That answer could change come tomorrow morning, but right now Hunter’s fuck-buddy had won.

"Look… Dude. I don’t know everything, Hunter’s got his own business and he doesn’t tell me a lot. He’s a man of few words or whatever," Logan doesn’t let his eyes slip from the girl as he talks. "He has some point to prove. He remembered your tattoo, found this party and asked me to come along. Pretend to be gay for a night." And then he turns to the brunette, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shrugging, "I owe him, so. I’m here. That’s all I know… I swear to God though, if you were bullshitting about Lauren…" He doesn’t know where he’s going with that threat to be honest. "I’ll make sure he never fucks you again." Okay, so he couldn’t realistically follow through with that threat, but it would do.

"So…" Hunter asks, and the shaky breath brushing along his lips was honestly enough of an answer. "Have you made a choice?" The blonde nods, grinning. "You’re going to need to say it, or I’ll go find someone that can." This wasn’t the man Hunter came in here wanting, but he might as well have fun with it. "Let’s go upstairs." Hunter’s smirk only widens when the words roll of his tongue. "I was hoping that would be your answer," he leans in the rest of the way to let their lips meet, kissing the stranger and tugging gently on his lip when he pulls away. "Do you know this place, or should we just keep opening doors until we find one that’s empty?" Hunter whispers into the blonde’s ear as they maneuver their way through the crowd, hooked at the waist. "I know the place."

Sebastian:

Hunter. The hottie’s name is Hunter. That can’t be a real name, he thinks to himself as he takes in what this guy is saying about the blonde. It really says something about Sebastian - something his ego swells in the face of - that the hottie went to so much trouble just to find him again. Especially considering he went through all the trouble of remembering a tattoo he couldn’t have been paying any attention to, plus looking into the fraternity, on top of going to the effort to come up with a paper-thin cover story for attending this party. Was this friend of his supposed to make Sebastian jealous? True, he wasn’t someone he would kick out of bed, but compared to Hunter? He didn’t stand a chance. But he apparently had a point to prove, which told Sebastian that he’d gotten further under the other man’s skin more than he originally anticipated.

Good.

That threat though… It brings a rich laugh to Sebastian’s lips. “You’re adorable,” he says, tone part condescending, part teasing. “What’s your name, sweetness?” When he gets a single word answer of ‘Logan,’ Sebastian’s smile widens. “Perfect.”

He turns, his arm around Logan’s shoulder guiding him through the small crowd. “Lauren, I have someone I want you to meet…” Sebastian is an expert manipulator, and he has no qualms about using his abilities to return the favour Logan had paid him. If anything, he was a man of his word… usually. A few well placed words, a few embellishments, maybe a few little white lies, and his pretty friend only has eyes for Hunter’s friend. He leaves the two to their own devices, returning to the main room in search of his prey.

Who’s the hunter now? he thinks, laughing under his breath at his poor excuse for a joke, but the sound dies down as he can’t seem to find where the hottie went. His brow creases as he looks, and… there. He’s going upstairs. With… oh, hell no. An agitated sound issues past his lips as he pushes his way through the crowd, offering a fake smile to anyone who tries to talk to him, passing along the excuse of grabbing another shirt from his room even though he knows it’s just as flimsy as Logan’s attempt at coming off as homosexual. Sebastian was one of the least body conscious people he knew; being shirtless meant nothing to him.

He makes it up the stairs several minutes later, having been stopped by a few of his frat brothers looking for guidance from the party master himself. His answers are short and succinct, but he isn’t about to let his reputation fall to shit. When he makes it to the hallway for the rooms, he goes to the third door on the left, his and Cameron’s shared room, finding the door slightly ajar.

Kid’s got balls, he thinks, pushing the door open the rest of the way. The pair on the bed are too engrossed in each other to notice him right away, but he leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. Sebastian clears his throat, pointedly looking at them. When his frat brother - barely, the kid was a fucking pledge not more than a month ago - looks up, he can’t help the smirk that breaks on his face as he sees what can only be described as abject terror at being caught on Sebastian Smythe’s bed with another man. “Beat it, short stack.”

Hunter:

Once they’ve navigated their way through what feels like a sea of drunk and horny college students they don’t take long to get to a room. And while his new one night stand might have been able to find them a place to fuck, it was quite clear Hunter was going to have to take control. Which, conveniently, was exactly what he came here to do.

Hunter tugs the younger man’s shirt off, tossing it to the ground and letting his own shirt follow soon after. Their lips are rolling together, their hips grinding against each other and oh yes, he was going to make this man feel him for days. Hunter’s hand is palming at the crotch of the stranger’s jeans when it becomes abundantly clear there’s a third presence in the room. Hunter groans loudly, obviously annoyed before looking up again.

The Tiger. Bas.

His bed mate looks beyond horrified, like he’d just seen a freaking ghost, but Hunter, however, can’t stop his blood from boiling. “No,” He says coldly, reaching for the stranger and pulling him back into the bed with him. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ve already fucked him, and frankly he’s not that good.” he lies, but who did this guy think he was? He leaves him in the middle of the library clearly thinking he was too good for him, and then comes and interrupts him as he’s about to give someone a night they actually want. “You stay. He can watch, I don’t give a fuck.” Hunter lets his hand edge into the waistband of the new guy’s jeans, eyes glancing at Bas as he moves his lips in to the other’s neck. “See…” he whispers into his ear - though loud enough for the other to hear. “Don’t worry about him, we’ll have fun” and he smirks for a minute as he feels the body relax into him, and he’s so sure he’s got him where he’s want him.

But clearly this whole fraternity thing was stronger than Hunter had realized, and the guy looked once in the tiger’s direction and was practically leaping from the bed. What was it with guys in this fucking frat house rejecting him?

"Fuck off," he snaps at Bas, throwing his head back against the pillow.

Sebastian:

When Hunter mentions Sebastian being ‘not that good,’ the brunette could only laugh and shake his head. Was this how this Hunter guy really was? And here he thought he had taste. If he would stick his dick in any Tom, Dick or Harry, Sebastian was going to have to reevaluate his desire to spend time rolling around in the hay with him.

He watches as the blonde seems to fall back under Hunter’s siren song, knowing just how nice those lips felt along one’s neck. He doesn’t move, even when Hunter makes the other man’s eyes roll back. Sebastian’s eyes are locked on his frat brother’s, waiting for them to reconnect to his gaze. His smirk only gets wider, more dangerous, as his eyes flash with all the ways he could make this plebe’s life a living hell. He can’t contain the dark chuckle when their eyes finally meet again, and before he could say anything, the other man is practically running from the room. As he passes, Sebastian has to resist the urge to stick his foot out, and just barely does so, figuring he could milk tomorrow’s begging for forgiveness better if he let him stew in his own mistakes without nursing a goose-egg on his head.

Sebastian closes the door behind him, leaning his back against it now that he and Hunter are alone. He doesn’t bother throwing a sock on the door handle, figuring that if Cam walked in, he was getting a free - if unwanted - show. Served him right for the whole Jake fiasco.

"Mm, no. I don’t think so. That’s my bed you’re sulking on. Now, would you like me to tell you all the other points where you went wrong tonight?" Sebastian asks, eyes shining with triumph as he prepares to drop the first of the knowledge he’d gained from Logan on the hottie. "Or would you like skip all that and go straight to fucking your cares away, Hunter?”

Hunter:

Of course this was Bas’ bed. This whole night was turning into one big series of unfortunate jokes, so it only made sense that the room the guy took him to was the Tiger’s. He sits up, eyes scanning the room for a moment before narrowing in on the other, his face a well-composed mask for how frustrated this man really made him. He’s quickly on his feet and pretending to ignore every word the other speaks when he hears his own name roll from the tiger’s mouth. His eyebrows shoot up instantly, and he fumbles a little as he does up the button of his jeans. “How do you know my name?” Hunter ask instinctively before pausing and brushing it off. “You know, don’t worry. I meant what I said to… whoever the guy you just chased away was, you weren’t that good.” He shrugs, looking around the ground for his shirt.

Hunter doesn’t even remember what his original plan was anymore. Come to a party with a straight guy, make him pretend to be gay to prove to some one-night-stand that he had left absolutely no impression on him whatsoever, and then what? seduce him? The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seems. “I never pictured you as the sort of person to leave a party early to go bed,” Hunter comments, tossing his shirt over his shoulder.

"While it’s been lovely to bump into you here, Bas, I came to the party with someone and should probably leave with him also," Hunter says with a forced polite smile before his expression gets serious once again. "Unless you want me to make you move, you’re going to have to get out of the way of this door."

Sebastian:

Sebastian laughs. “Are you serious? That’s actually your name? And I thought he was joking…” He listens as Hunter pouts, and he can’t help but feel just a touch sorry for him. He did go through a long, convoluted - if not well thought out - plan just to run into him. Which didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease him mercilessly about it.

"If I wasn’t that good, why are you here?" he asks, tilting his head slightly. "If I wasn’t that good, why did you get your friend to pretend to be gay so I would be - what? - jealous? Face it, hot stuff, I’m the best you’ve ever had, and you can’t get enough of me." Sebastian knew he was pushing it, but he couldn’t help himself. He wouldn’t be him if he didn’t push and push and push until he was - in the words of a particularly vindictive one night stand - put in his place. He watches as the hottie throws his shirt over his shoulder, but he continues to hold his ground at the door.

"I hate to break it to you, but your friend, Logan, he’s probably already gone," he tosses out flippantly. "In fact, I’d wager that if you found your way back home, you’d find a tie on your doorknob. And you wouldn’t want to interrupt him. Lauren can be a bit of a handful, so I’ve heard, and she doesn’t like being interrupted." He takes one step forward, another, and Sebastian knows he’s playing with fire, but it’s like he just can’t stop himself. "As for the short stack, well… let’s just say there’s a reason he’s called short stack. And," he singsongs, "I’m sure word has already traveled through the party that I’ve staked a claim on you." Sebastian is finally close enough to touch a fingertip to the exposed chest in front of him, and he has to stop himself from watching the way the muscles seem to ripple at the contact. "My brothers really are just as bad as women when it comes to gossip. Which leaves you with two choices, hot stuff. Me, or your hand."

Sebastian finally lets his eyes fall downwards, his fingertip following suit until it rests against the waistband of Hunter’s jeans. “It’s Sebastian, by the way. Not Bas.”

Hunter:

'He?' Hunter's quiet for a moment as he works out who the hell 'he' was meant to be in this situation. But of course. Logan. He made a quick mental note to kill his roommate when he got home, and rolled his eyes at the laughter. “Yes, Hunter is my name. Like it's much better than Bas?” Hunter scoffs. “At least my parents didn't pick my name by looking into a fish tank.” Hunter's best — if not only — form of defense is offense. Always has been, always will be.

Hunter laughs, “That’s what he told you? That I brought him here to make you jealous,” his blood is boiling further, and he’s not entirely sure if he’s mad at Logan for being quite possibly the worst fake date in history, or at himself at having such an unusually flawed plan. Nope, it was definitely Logan. “Don’t flatter yourself. You don’t know anything,” he says the words low and slowly. “And you sure as hell weren’t the best I’ve ever had. You were mediocre… At best” He shrugs, visibly letting his eyes travel over the man’s body. “I was drunk, horny, and your chicken legs just happened to be the best on offer that night,” Hunter lies through his teeth. He knew he was keeping a somewhat composed composure but the anger was practically radiating from him.

Suddenly it’s all becoming clear why Logan would give up his story… Bas obviously bribed him with a girl. He’d say he was surprised, but he’s really not. Hunter’s eyes are piercing through him, his lips pursing together as the tiger moved closer. If only looks could kill. He attempts not to let his body react to the touch of the finger tip, and instead lets it seem as though he’s not affected by him at all. Which was another down right lie.

Sebastian. God knows it was better than Bas.

He swats the finger away, well and truly fuming now. God knows he came up here with the intention of getting laid, he might as well do just that. In a matter of seconds Hunter’s pushed Sebastian’s back flat against the door, the loud thunder-type sound echoing in the corners of the room and the vibrations causing the text books on the desk to shake slightly. His lips crash against Sebastian’s roughly, tugging them with his teeth.

“Newsflash Sebastian: You’re not the fucking best,” he murmurs darkly before leaning in to suck a mark into the pale skin of his neck. He might as well have something to show for his ‘claim’. “You’re just some scrawny frat boy who walks around like he’s God’s gift to men.” He jolts his hips forward further, “You’re overcompensating. You talk so much because you know if you can’t distract guys with your feeble attempts at talking dirty, they would know the truth. You’re just a another guy with a dick in his mouth.”

Sebastian:

Sebastian scoffs as once again the hottie calls him mediocre. If he has been called anything - sensational, divine, unholy, troublesome - it certainly was everything but mediocre. “Keep telling yourself that, hot stuff,” he returns, his tone getting short. “But you only had eyes for me from the moment you stepped on that dancefloor. If I’m so mediocre, what does that make your taste in men?”

He can damn near feel the anger radiating off of Hunter, and when his back connects hard with the door, he really feels it. Sebastian would be lying if he said it didn’t send a thrill straight down to his cock. He didn’t normally like being manhandled, but if that was how this was going down, he wasn’t going to say ‘no.’ He tries to return the harsh kiss, but Hunter is moving too quickly for Sebastian’s still intoxicated reactions to keep up. He desperately wants not to show how absolutely fucking hot it felt to be practically claimed by those sharp white teeth and flushed pink lips, but he knows the way his face goes a little slack in pleasure and the way his eyes are likely dilating are dead giveaways.

A gasp manages to slip past his lips when he feels the harsh sucking at his neck, certain there’s going to be a mark there for days… and he can’t be bothered to care. His hands come up to wrap around under Hunter’s arms to scratch blunt nails down his back as he feels the sharp roll of hips against his own. He throws his head back, the back of it connecting solidly with the door behind him but he doesn’t care, loving the feeling of being practically pushed through the goddamn door.

"This scrawny frat boy certainly gets your motor running though, doesn’t he, hot stuff?" Sebastian counters. "Don’t forget. You. Came. Looking. For. Me." Each word is punctuated with a sharp dig of his nails into the other man’s back. "If I was just another guy with a dick in his mouth, you certainly seemed more than eager to get another crack at these lips. If I wasn’t the best fuck you’ve ever had, why aren’t you out in some club, looking for some twink to bat his eyes at you like a fucking bitch? Let me tell you why, Hunter.” Sebastian pulls himself up to his full height, and he realizes he actually has an inch or two on the broad-shouldered man. Good. “You want me. You can’t get me out of your head. And that fucking kills you.”

Hunter:

Hunter smirks against his neck when he hears that gasp, only motivating him to move lower and suck again. When Bas leaves this room everyone was going to know who the best was. No, who the best is. The blonde’s heart was beating from his chest, a fierce combination of anger and lust surging through him. God he wants to rip this man’s clothes off with his teeth, and fuck into him every single doubt he has had since the blowjob in the library.

Hunter scoffs again, his fingernails digging into the skin at the back of the other’s waist. “God, you’re so fucking full of yourself. You want to know why I even approached you that night? Because you were practically having sex with yourself on the dance floor. Making a fool of yourself. And I felt sorry for you. Hell, I did you a favor by even dancing with you let alone fucking you.” Basically every word that’s coming out of his mouth is a flat out lie now, but he’s too mad and too horny to even care. He doesn’t know how he’s managed to do it, but the tiger has succeeded in pushing every. single. one of his buttons. “I came here because it’s a party. In case you haven’t noticed, half the school is here.” He leans up, nipping at shell of his earlobe as he whispers angrily. ”Though I’m surprised so many people can fit in the house considering how big your ego is.”

Every word Sebastian says is digging into him, fueling his fire. As much as Hunter hates to admit it — and won’t admit it. Ever. — Sebastian’s right. He wants him. And it’s fucking killing him. “You don’t know anything about me,” he murmurs lowly before leaning in and letting his lips thrash against Sebastian’s again, his tongue not hesitating in letting itself into the other’s mouth. This game between them wasn’t over. Not until Hunter wins.

Sebastian:

“You did me a favour?” Sebastian really wanted that to come out as another insult, but the way his voice has come out as a breathy, almost needy sound shatters that facade before it even sees the light. “Don’t flatter yourself, Hunter.” This time the words come out with the appropriate level of snark, and he has to smirk at the way it just seems to egg the other man on more.

He feels the strength in those arms as they keep him pressed solidly against the door, bare chest to bare chest, and Sebastian has to fight with himself not to climb this man like a goddamn tree. “I know enough about you,” he gasps, pulling his lips away to keep talking. If he can keep talking, if he can keep egging him on, there’s no telling what he can get this man to do. “Why don’t you stop lying to yourself and admit that I’m the best you’ve ever had? You came here with a straight guy, hot stuff. Don’t try to tell me you weren’t looking to get back into my pants when you heard about this party. We both know the truth.”

When the blonde leans in again to kiss him harshly, Sebastian lets him. The words finally die in his throat as a groan replaces them, his beer-filled brain overloading in the face of the sheer strength of this man, and he wants to feel more. Refusing to acknowledge that it may be showing just how much Sebastian wants him in return, he shifts his hands, bringing them up and around those deliciously broad shoulders. Keeping their lips connected, he pushes up on his toes, one leg coming up to wrap around Hunter’s hips. A little hop, and he’s bringing his other leg up, his ankles crossing behind the other man’s back as their groins are lined up just right and the pressure makes him legitimately moan into the kiss.

"You came here to fuck me," he growls, eyes flashing with a combination of challenge and desire. "So fuck me already.”

Hunter:

"God! Get over yourself already!" Hunter fumes, pushing himself against the man harder and causing another thunderous sound to fill the room. "Hell, in my list of one night stands? You don’t even make the top ten." His words are sharp, his eyes are dark and he can feel anger and desire filling every pore of his body. Though he wouldn’t admit it, it was a reaction he only seemed to have when the tiger was around. His lips find their way to unmarked skin, sucking harder this time, longer. His own cock was throbbing in his jeans and he knows the two of them aren’t making it to the bed. Not tonight. "I came here to fuck someone who’s worth my time, but I guess I’m going to have to settle."

Hunter is moving his lips roughly, and right now he’s thankful he’s only had two drinks and is more than capable of thinking with a clear head. Not only that but in the morning he’ll be able to remember exactly how it feels to have Sebastian’s body shift and tense underneath his strength. He’ll be able to remember the involuntary groans, the way his hips arch into him and his eyes — oh those eyes — all coming together to practically beg to be fucked.

Hunter didn’t want to stop there. He wanted everyone at this party to hear exactly how good he was. He wanted Sebastian’s legs to be trembling and his breath to be fucked right out of him.

Lips still rolling together, Hunter can’t help the smug feeling when the tiger’s long muscular arms are wrapping around his shoulders, and his legs are grasping at his waist. Hunter might have come here with a straight man and a terrible plan, but Sebastian sought out Logan. His roommate was a lot of things, but Hunter knew the guy long enough and well enough to know that Logan would have been doing everything he could to avoid the man tonight.

He pulls back when his ear catches the other’s moan, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Fuck. You’re so desperate,” he snarls, swallowing back his own moan as their cocks rub and Sebastian’s eyes and words make his own heart pound even further. He jolts his hips upwards, pushing Sebastian further up the wall and holding him there with his lower body while his hands dropped to the other’s waist band, flicking the button free from it’s hold and unzipping him.

Sebastian:

"Your list of one night stands?" Sebastian gasps, fighting the urge to roll his head backwards as lust rushes through him. "Do you even have ten people to put on that list?" He was guessing that this Hunter guy wasn’t really the type to do the whole fuck and run thing. He seemed the type to go for long term, and for someone like Sebastian who hadn’t had a single relationship in his nineteen years - fucking someone for two weeks didn’t count - it was mind-boggling.

The booze in his system chooses that most inopportune moment to cloud Sebastian’s head, making his eyes roll back as all he could feel was the tightly muscled arms around him and the hard, solid chest and that fucking huge cock and those broad shoulders and Sebastian was convinced that he would be committing the deadliest of sins if he even tried to think about Hunter not being a fucking perfect specimen of a man in his prime. That first time had been all about teasing and the give and take of two hot bodies before getting off. The second time had been all about Sebastian teasing and enticing and proving that he wasn’t just a mindless set of holes caught up in the allure of a pretty face. This time… he wasn’t sure what this time was about, but he had a sinking suspicion that he wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.

He’s moving his hips in small circles, feeling the way their groins rub together and absently wishing they were doing it without the barriers of cloth between them. Before he has a chance to mention how good of an idea that is, the hottie is already pushing him up with his hips, the feeling bringing another wordless moan to Sebastian’s lips. He feels Hunter unfastening his jeans, and the other man is in for a surprise. The next day was laundry day and, well, considering Sebastian expected to find someone to pass the time with at the party, he’d forgone the extra barrier of underwear.

"I may be desperate," he gasps, bringing his hands up to frame Hunter’s face. "But at least I’m honest about it." Sebastian leans in, claiming the hottie’s mouth in a kiss that all but screams fuck me already.

Hunter:

Hunter doesn’t know what’s quite so unbelievable about him having a string of one night stands. While, admittedly, what Sebastian was saying was true, it didn’t necessarily mean that he couldn’t be the type of guy that bed jumped all weekend. In fact, his life changing attitude at the club still remained — That was the type of guy he was going to be. Relationships? Well. Hunter didn’t want one of those anymore. They were complicated, and messy and not how Hunter wanted to spend his time. He wanted to spend his time fucking. Just as he had found the words to reply — to tell Sebastian exactly how many one night stands he’d had, and how he was barely significant enough to make the list — they’re replaced by a sharp moan as the other is moving in circles against his cock. The friction is driving him crazy, and he’s sure how much longer they can continue to have hate foreplay before Hunter needs to fuck the words from him.

His eye’s widen, brows jumping when he sees the frat boy’s not wearing any underwear, an involuntary “fuck” manages to escape his parted lips. Hunter can’t help but want to touch it. He moves his hand so it’s brushing along the exposed skin of the other’s length, watching it twitch slightly as he did so. As much as he’d love to stand here and tease the guy who had unwelcomely managed to occupy so much of his thought space these past couple of weeks, his own cock was tight in his jeans and begging to be released. Lips moulding together, he keeps one hand wrapped around Sebastian and drops his other to the waistband of his own jeans, unfastening the button and zip like it was a well practised art form. With the help of a quick shake of his hips, his jeans and underwear are falling to the ground.

"Do you.." Hunter starts asking, before deciding to reach around into Sebastian’s back pocket. Of course. He pulls out a wrapped condom and a small packet of lube, answering his own unfinished question. “So prepared,” Hunter remarks with a smirk, tugging the fabric away away from that gorgeous ass.

Sebastian:

Sebastian’s lips start to turn up into a smirk as he sees the response to him going commando, but his lips instead part in a gasp as he feels the light brush over his now exposed cock. He can feel it twitch, his hips arching slightly in an effort to get more pressure where he really wants it. He’s drunk, that much is certain, and his senses are a little dulled, but he hears the telltale sound of a zipper falling even over the rising din past his door. The hip shake from the other man makes the zipper of his own jeans brush over his dick, and he would be lying if he said the slightly sharp pressure didn’t feel divine. He wasn’t a pain slut by any means, but there was something about being held up against a fucking solid wood door by a mass of muscle wrapped in an eye candy-coated shell that made everything feel fucking amazing.

He feels the hottie reach into his pocket, and this time his smirk does form across his lips as he finds the condom and lube in his back pocket. So prepared. “I was a boy scout once…” he starts, but then thinks a little more on it. “Or was it that I fucked a boy scout once?” Sebastian feels the fabric of his jeans bunching as it’s pulled away to expose his ass to the air. He shimmies his hips a little to move them just a little more, pushing the clothing enough so it wouldn’t get in the way.

"Either way, I never leave home without appropriate supplies," he says with a smirk. "Never know who you’re going to run into."

Hunter:

Credit where credit’s due, the tiger had one of the nicest cocks Hunter has ever seen. Definitely better than any of his past boyfriends — though at the time when there were feelings involved, it was easy to stroke their egos and tell them they had the best dick on the planet. But with Sebastian he had no reason to have to lie in order to feed his ego. God knows he seemed to be perfectly capable of doing that by himself.

Hunter rolls his eyes at the boy scout comment, and for the briefest of moments he wonders how many guys exactly Sebastian has fucked. That thought, however, doesn’t last long, because one; he doesn’t really care, and two; the man talks again and Hunter’s attention is very much back on the him. “How very generous of you,” he retorts sarcastically, tearing the lube open with his teeth and squirting a small amount onto his fingers.

This wasn’t about teasing and taunting Sebastian, though after the library incident getting even with him had certainly crossed his mind. But no, he just wanted to stretch the man enough so he could get to the part he really wanted to do. The fucking. The hard and fast fucking that would leave the entire building knowing what they were doing. He’s still not entirely thrilled with Sebastian knowing his name, and he makes another mental note to yell at Logan for that later too, but he is somewhat looking forward to hearing him screaming his name.

He brings his fingers around underneath him, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and letting Sebastian get used to it, not waiting all that long before adding the second. “For someone who walks around like he’s a sex god, you’re awfully fucking tight.”

Sebastian:

"What can I say?" Sebastian answers, watching as Hunter tears open the packet from his pocket with his teeth. "I’m a giver." He holds himself up as he watches the other man slicking his fingers, his cock twitching in anticipation without his mental consent. He distinctly remembers the first time they fucked - even thought the haze of intoxication that had left him nearly bed-ridden for half the next day, demanding his frat brothers bring him water and pain killers and crackers until he felt well enough to shower - and as he stares down between his legs, he can see the tip of Hunter’s cock, the sight of it and knowing where it was going to end up making him moan.

Okay, so maybe he was a little less of a giver than he’d originally let on.

As the first finger pushes past his entrance, Sebastian lets out a small huff of breath. The lube is a little chilled, just like it always feels, but with it comes a sense of familiarity. Though Hunter’s fingers are wider than Sebastian’s, he still barely feels just the first one as it presses the lube into him. It’s when he feels the second finger joining the first that he finds his hips pushing down slightly, meeting the appendages with a light groan. He’s rolling his hips in small motions, pressing down on the fingers as his cock rubs against Hunter’s.

"I am a sex god,” he smirks, the effect a little lost as his face goes slack momentarily when a particularly pleasant combination of Hunter’s fingers and Hunter’s dick make his hips stutter in anticipation. “Do I look like the kind of guy who just lets anyone fuck them?” For most of his conquests, Sebastian was the one on top, the one calling the shots; it was rare for him to find someone he one, felt comfortable enough with to trust to fuck him proper, and two, was good enough at it for him not to switch it up in the middle of fucking.

Hunter:

Hunter smirks when he hears the moan escape Sebastian’s lips before he’s really even touched. And God, he loved that sound.

Fucking against a door wasn’t exactly the way Hunter had planned tonight to go down — though it’s probably already been well established Hunter didn’t think his plan through all too well — but he wasn’t about to complain. As far as he was concerned he was calling the shots this time, which suited him more than perfectly.

Hunter scoffs, “In your dreams.” Admittedly it wasn’t his best comeback, but frankly, between the look on Sebastian’s face, the way their cocks were rubbing together, and his own anticipation only growing as his fingers felt the movement of the tiger’s hips, it was hard to keep thinking with a clear head.

He removes his fingers one by one when he’s satisfied that the only pain he’ll feel will be tomorrow morning when he tries to walk. He’ll take one step and all he’ll be able to think about and remember is Hunter’s cock pounding into him. He rips open the condom wrapper in his fingers, dropping the metallic wrapper to the ground before quickly rolling it over his erection.

His dick is practically throbbing now but soon as his eyes reach those unfairly gorgeous full pink lips of Sebastian’s, Hunter can’t stop himself from leaning in again and kissing them. His movements are rough and messy but not careless. Sebastian could hold a lot of things about against him tonight that were true — e.g. bringing his straight roommate to this party — but he could certainly not accuse him of being a bad kisser. At least not accuse him and mean it.

Sebastian:

Sebastian can’t stop the whimper from escaping as he feels Hunter’s fingers leave his body. Fuck, even the hottie’s fingers were thick, and the way he curled and twisted them just right made Sebastian somewhat glad that he was being held up against a door, fearing that if he was standing his knees would have given out from under him. He’s holding himself as best he can - he would never admit to helping Hunter hold him up - while the other man pushes the condom down his length.

Holy fuck, they were going to do this. They were going to fuck against the fucking door at a fucking party in his fucking frat house with a literal fuckton of people just outside. If Sebastian’s motor hadn’t been running before, it certainly was with that realization. Christ, if anyone walked by, they’d be heard, and Sebastian had less than no problem with that.

He is fully expecting Hunter to press into him; he was not expecting to instead feel his lips against Sebastian’s own. There are teeth and tongue and tiny little nips throughout the kiss, and it almost makes Sebastian’s head spin. One of his hands is tangled in the blonde’s hair, lightly tugging on it as they kiss, trying to steer him as their lips crash and part and crash together again.

"Come on, hot stuff," Sebastian taunts, though his words lose some of their vehemency with how breathy they come out. "Show me what you’ve got. Show me what you came here to do. We both know you came here to fuck me, so fuck me already.”

Hunter:

Hunter moans against Sebastian’s lips, faintly tasting the beer still lingering on his lips and tongue. They were both drunk their first time, and maybe it’s the alcohol that’s giving Sebastian his taste, but fuck, Hunter’s lapping it up. Memorising the feeling of the other’s teeth on his lips and the heated movements of their tongues. It was hot.

He feels his blood boil further at the tiger’s taunting. God, he hated how full of himself Sebastian seemed to be! “I did not come here for you!” Hunter snaps, pushing himself harder against the brunette’s body, quickly using the rest of the lube to slick over the condom and guiding his cock so it’s in line with the other’s hole.

“You came up here for me,” Hunter adds, eyes dark as he jerks his hips up slightly feeling the head of his cock push past the rim. “You sought out Logan because you wanted me.” He has to swallow back the groan that’s threatening to escape him. “So why don’t you admit it already. You want me,” he says the words slowly, wrapping one arm tighter around his waist and holding his other palm above above the boy’s head flat against the wall.

Sebastian:

"Bullshit," Sebastian spits, his eyebrows raising. "You don’t expect me to believe that you would still be here if you didn’t somehow track me down? You would have normally brought your friend to play gay at a frat party?" What words Sebastian may have added are lost as he feels the hottie’s cock start to breach his body. He can feel just the head, just sitting there as if Hunter was waiting for Sebastian to say something.

Sebastian squirms a little in Hunter’s grip, trying to arch his body downwards in hopes of getting more of that thick cock inside him. “You came here to fuck me, Hunter. I’m only giving you what you came here for.” A frustrated noise comes from Sebastian’s mouth, a noise he refuses to call a whimper, as he just can’t seem to force Hunter into doing as he wanted.

With a huff, Sebastian’s eyes go hard as he stares into the hottie’s. “Fine,” he growls, body still trying to slide down enough to feel that thick, long, rock hard cock filling him. “Fine, I’ll admit it. I want you… to fuck me. Right now. Hard. Can you do that, hot stuff, or am I going to have to do it myself?”

Hunter:

Hunter can’t help but soak in the whimpers of the man he has pinned to the door. They’re practically egging him on, each and every one of them. However, he’s trying to ignore the boy’s actual words, because everyone of them just feels too… right. And when Hunter’s blood starts boiling yet again he’s not sure if he’s angry at himself or at Sebastian for being so damn arrogant.

How was it possible for one person to be so fucking arrogant?

With the tiger’s admission his lip curls into a slight smirk and he uses his hands to pulls the man firmly down onto his cock, pushing his hips up at the same time and giving in to exactly what they both wanted.

The loud noise that escapes Hunter from feeling the man finally around him fills even the furthest corners of the room. Hell, if someone was to walk past the door at this moment there really wouldn’t be a doubt in their mind what the two were doing in here. Perfect.

He leans forward and lets his lips find the other’s. God knows, if they were kissing him they wouldn’t be talking. With their lips still thrashing, Hunter thrusts his hips upwards slowly, pulling his length almost the entire way out before repeating the motion. The hard and fast could wait — though he was sure it was only a matter of seconds before the brunette was begging for it — Hunter had a point to prove. And he was going to prove it his way.

Sebastian:

The sound that comes from Sebastian’s lips isn’t even a word as he feels Hunter’s cock finally filling him. Fuck, how did one single man do this to him? Him, Sebastian Smythe, the man who broke hearts and left other men nearly unconscious from single, wild nights. How did one man’s single thrust into him make him want to fall apart?

He wants to say something - what, he isn’t sure - but his lips are suddenly otherwise occupied by Hunter’s. Sebastian moans loudly, trying to put all his thoughts and efforts into speaking through the kiss, using just his tongue and teeth instead of his words to convince the other to move faster. As it was, the slow burn as Hunter moved was making him want to thrash his head back and forth. Sebastian tries to move his hips, either to entice the other to move faster or to just fucking do it himself, but Hunter’s grip on his hips and the way he’s holding him up make it nearly impossible to do more than squirm slightly.

With a loud gasp, Sebastian throws his head back, the sound of it hitting the wooden door loud and echoing. “Fuck,” he breathes, his eyes tightly closed. “Come on. Come on. Let’s go, hot stuff. Move. Movemovemovemovemove.”

Hunter:

Hunter smirks when he hears that gasp, that smirk only widening when Sebastian’s head falls back against the door. While there was a part of him that wanted to make him suffer longer — hell, it wasn’t as though he didn’t deserve it — he didn’t know how much longer he could last without moving and fucking him. Sebastian’s right. At the end of the day, Hunter came here to fuck him, and as he felt his dick twitching inside of Sebastian his own body was begging him to move.

That was his reasoning anyway. He was doing this for himself, not for the tiger.

His nails dig into the man’s back a little as his hips jerk up quickly. “Fuck!” Hunter moans, burying his head in the crook of Sebastian’s neck, muffling the noises of appreciation into the other’s skin.

Considering Hunter was ready to leave this party just over an hour ago, he’s suddenly very aware that whether this was his plan or not, the outcome remained the same. In fact, if anything, the outcome was better.

Sebastian:

"Yes!" Sebastian calls out as Hunter finally starts moving in the way he wants him to. His fingers dig into the hottie’s shoulders, his hips arching forward to try to get just the angle he wants. He doesn’t want to wait - Sebastian is nothing if not patiently impatient - but he doesn’t want to get off too fast. His shoulders press harder against the wooden door at his back, and he is pretty certain that if it was made of less sturdy materials, with the force behind the other’s thrusts he would be on his back in the hallway, fucked right through the door.

In fact, that isn’t a bad idea.

"Harder," he moans, his ankles crossed above Hunter’s ass, heels pressing into the pert swell as he tries to keep his angle, waiting for the other man to shift his hips just so. It’s so good, but so not enough. He opens his eyes, dropping his chin to stare directly into the other’s. "Come on. Fuck me. You want to impress me, hot stuff? Fuck me through the goddamn door," he demands, eyes flashing with challenge. "Unless you don’t think you’ve got it in you…"

Hunter:

Hunter’s never been able to turn down a challenge. Ever. It had the same effect on him as it did when someone called him a chicken. God, how he cringed when he thought back on the things he has done as a result of someone calling him that — Though on the bright side, that person would never call him a chicken again. He pushes into him hard, repeating the motion again, and again, as he gets himself into a rhythm of hard and deep fucking. “Is this what you’re after, Tiger,” Hunter barely gets out through his own groans, the door continues to bang a little behind them.

He decides he’d rather not acknowledge the Tiger’s name more than he already has. Of all the reasons he came here tonight, finding out the man’s name was not one of them. They fuck. That’s it.

Hunter’s breathing is anything but steady and controlled, but that’s hardly much of a surprise since it seemed that Sebastian had a way of having that effect on him. Actually, that was giving entirely too much credit to Sebastian — Having his dick in a tight hole while fucking someone against a door had that effect on him. His fingers tighten into his the other’s skin, almost like he was holding on for dear life as he quickens his movements even further, burying his cock deeper into Sebastian each time. “Fuck… You’re so arrogant,” Hunter practically fucks the words into him.

Sebastian:

The first hard thrust makes Sebastian’s mouth open wide, lips parted soundlessly as his head threatens to roll back against the door again. The second and third are more of the same, but with each one after that small, wordless noises start falling from his lips, getting louder with each time he hears and feels his back thud against the door.

He already feels his dick twitching from the way Hunter seems to be doing exactly what Sebastian wants. There was a time and a place for slow and gentle, and fucking at a frat party after throwing insults back and forth was not that time. He arches his back a little more, curling more in on himself, and he can feel his cock rubbing over his abs with each one of the hottie’s strong movements. “Fuck, yes,” he pants, already feeling like he was in over his head.

"Guilty," Sebastian answers, though the last of the word is nearly lost in a high-pitched whine as he feels Hunter’s dick brush over his prostate. Finally.

Hunter:

Hunter knows as soon as Sebastian’s high pitched whining fills the room, the frat boy was past the point of no return. Good. Hunter could feel that pleasant twisting in his own stomach start, and the desire he had to for this man was quickly forming in every pore of his body. He wants to fuck him, he wants to shut him up, he wants to prove that he was right all long. He wants to prove he’s the best.

He keeps the rhythm deep and steady, eyes locking with the tiger’s intensely. He had no intention of forgetting any of this. Every time his eyes lost their focus and threatened to roll back into his head, every time they egged him on and challenged him to go deeper and faster, Hunter was going to remember. He’s given up on trying to swallow his own groaning, and is now just letting them escape his lips as they threaten to, he kind of hopes one of his frat brothers walk passed the door and know exactly what’s going on inside.

He moves the arm from above Sebastian’s head, drooping his hand so it wraps firmly around the brunette’s cock and stroking him slowly. As much as he wants to say something snarky, the only word that seems to be able to formulate is “Fuck”. The knot in his stomach is tightening, making his toes curl slightly and the hand on the other’s length to move fast. “Fuck.” Just fuck.

Sebastian:

Sebastian really should know better than to poke the metaphorical bear. He’d seen a chink in the hottie’s armour, and he’d dug into it, tearing at it with tooth and nail until he’d exposed something dangerous lurking underneath. And he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t exciting to see. He can’t tear his eyes away from Hunter’s as he feels his thrusts getting more forceful and more powerful. A constant stream of moans and groans and grunts are being pulled from him, and he just doesn’t care. The hottie feels amazing, and he doesn’t have the wherewithal to bother thinking about anything else.

He starts off trying to move his body in sync with the other man, but Sebastian gives up and just rides out the sensations that are coursing through him as he is repeatedly pushed against the door. The hand around his dick makes him jump slightly, but soon enough that sensation is added to the others.

"Fuck…" he breathes, face scrunching up as Hunter’s hand on his dick moves faster until it reaches a perfect counterpoint to his thrusts. "Shit… shit shit shit!" His mind blanks, his orgasm coming at him with absolutely no warning, blindsiding him in a wash of pleasure that shakes him to his core. Every muscle in his body clenches down, and he has no idea what kind of sounds burst past his lips, but he knows they were loud.

Hunter:

Hunter’s sure he could listen to the sounds of Sebastian being fucked all day and all night and never get sick of them. Because fuck, hot is an understatement.

Sebastian’s cursing gets quicker, and Hunter’s seen that face before, he’s seen it the first time they drunk fucked, and he remembers it very well. Inwardly Hunter is smirking, he’d never expected the tiger to come this quickly and he has to mean a success. But his mind and body were well and truly captivated by the way the other’s face changes and the way his body tenses and clenches, the way his groaning and moaning echoes loudly in the room.

Fuck.

Hunter moans, a shiver running down his spine as all these things hit him at once, and he knows after watching and feeling the frat boy’s orgasm he’s not far away from reaching climax himself. He removes his hand from the twitching dick in his hand, leaning forward closer and barely even noticing the sticky come slicking his torso as he continues to fuck into him, completely losing any sort of rhythm he once had. He would usually be willing his orgasm to stay away at this point, but he one; doesn’t want to keep fucking into someone who’s so obviously going to be sensitive, two; doesn’t think he can. Sebastian doesn’t need to know the second.

His cock is twitching uncontrollably, the tingling in his balls is spreading and the knot in his stomach is letting go. Hunter thrusts his hips once more, his fingers dig into Sebastian, his mind goes cloudy and he groans beyond loudly as he comes. His orgasm is still riding out and he doesn’t even quite know what he’s doing when he leans forward to find Sebastian’s lips, kissing them deeply and moaning softly against them as sparks of electricity continue to race through his body.

Sebastian:

He can’t believe he came that fast. He never gets off that fast. Ever. Sebastian was known for his stamina, for his ability to outlast any bed partner, and he just came like a virgin on prom night. Fuck, he hoped the hottie wasn’t going to say anything about that. He’d much rather just keep his slightly wounded ego to himself until it had a chance to recover.

The strangest thought Sebastian has ever had post-orgasm runs through his mind. Did he just get my spunk on the door? It’s so ridiculous that it almost makes him laugh, but he knows Hunter’s hand is covered in it, and with that hand against the heavy wooden door, there is no other thing that could happen. Cam is going to want to kill him.

He’s still feeling so sensitive, almost to the point of oversensitive, when he feels Hunter twitching inside him. He watches the way his face twists and his mouth drops open, the way his eyes widen as he fills the condom. Sebastian wants to say something, feeling like he should make a comment of some sort when his lips are suddenly occupied by the hottie’s. Well. That was… unexpected. Which doesn’t mean he doesn’t return the deep, slow, heavy-feeling kiss. There’s a lot less biting and tongue than their previous kisses, and were he a more sentimental person, Sebastian would think they were almost sweet.

Hunter:

Hunter pulls away from the kiss when he feels his body start to relax, and his heart beat return to somewhat of a normal pace. He wishes he had an answer to why he just kissed the man like that, but he just silently prayed Sebastian wouldn’t ask. “I win,” Hunter smirks against his lips before finally removing his cock from inside of the other and letting Sebastian’s feet back onto the ground.

He takes a minute to throw the used condom in the closest bin and search the rest of the room for his clothing. Once upon a time Hunter would have preferred to stay and lie in bed for a while after sex, but somehow with the tiger that just didn’t seem appropriate in the slightest (forgetting entirely about the fact that they had just fucked against a door). Besides, that was the old Hunter.

Sliding his underwear over his legs, he looks up at the door and has to laugh a little. “You’re going to need to clean that,” he murmurs, pulling up his jeans next and fastening them. The party was still going on downstairs, he could hear it, but Hunter was done here. He got the tiger to shut up for long enough to fuck his brains out, and there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that if anyone looked at him, they’d be able to tell exactly what he’s been doing and the effect he had on him. He throws his shirt over his messed up sex hair, the smirk on his face widening, “Well it’s been a pleasure seeing you again, Tiger. But you know, people to see, places to go. Maybe I’ll bump into you again.” Once his shoes are on, he moves to the door, wrapping his hand around the doorknob, “Enjoy the rest of the party.”

Sebastian:

Sebastian laughs when Hunter declares himself the winner. Sebastian had just gotten the blonde so worked up that he fucked him against a goddamn door, and he was the winner? “Keep telling yourself that, hot stuff,” he chuckled, shaking his head. When he sets his feet on the ground, he has to lock his knees to keep himself upright. Hunter had been… far better than Sebastian had expected. He leans against the door, using the heavy wood to keep him on his feet so he doesn’t make even more of a fool of himself in front of the other man. He pulls his pants up but leaves them undone, figuring he’d likely change them since he’s pretty sure there’s splatters of his release around the zipper.

It takes about the same amount of time to regain trust in his body to move as Sebastian commands it as it does for the hottie to find a trash bin. Granted, his side of the room isn’t exactly the least cluttered - dirty clothes are piled at the end of the bed while clean ones sit folded atop the dresser, economics textbooks are stacked on his desk next to a half-open laptop all surrounded by a cluster of papers - but it isn’t dirty by his standards. He takes a few slow steps forward before striding confidently towards his bed. He brushes his shoulder against Hunter’s, though why he did, he couldn’t say.

"I’ll make one of the pledges clean it," he says, flopping down onto his bed and tucking his hands behind his head. "Think I’ll wait to see how long it takes for Cam to realize it’s there, first." Sebastian watches Hunter pull his shirt back over his head, enjoying the way his dark blonde hair is sticking up in a way that screams ‘I just had sex.’

He stretches, feeling the way his body aches pleasantly. “Always a pleasure, hot stuff,” he answers. He wants to add ‘If you’re ever in the neighborhood, hit me up’ or ‘If you’re looking for another go, you know where to find me’ or something similar, but he stops himself. That’s… that’s not him. Even if the words feel like they need to be said, Sebastian Smythe, Ice King of Alpha Tau Omega, The Heartbreak Kid, was not about to say something so… sappy. He obviously needed to sober up some - or drink more - if that was the way his head was working.

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