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Huntbastian Week 2014. Day 4: Pen Pals. Again, kinda played loose with the prompt here, but it was too good of an idea to pass up.
Warnings: violence against others, violence against self (depictions are not graphic)
Inspired by Eminem's Stan.
My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'll all be gray,
but your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it's not so bad,
it's not so bad. - Dido
Iâm sure youâre far too busy to answer emails from a fan,
but since we had that conversation on Twitter three months ago,
I figured, what the heck?
So, hi. Iâm Hunter,
but you already knew that, didnât you?
I sent you a few other emails, but you must have missed them, too.
Iâm sure your feed and your inbox are always full,
or maybe they got accidentally sent to spam, I donât know.
Maybe Iâll send you a direct message this time?
If you get this, and you have a minute to talk again,
my phone numberâs at the bottom. Call, text, whatever, man.
So, anyway, hi. Again. How are things?
Iâve noticed that youâre doing another tour; how is that going?
I hope youâre coming to Colorado on this one.
I drove two states over to see you last time.
Not that it wasnât worth it. You really are sublime.
My girlfriend came with me last year, and it was cool.
She thought you were so hot, and I kinda do, too.
I think itâs really great that youâre this gay kinda icon.
What youâre doing? Being out? Youâre really a phenomenon.
Iâm sure everyone says this, but I think Iâm your biggest fan.
Iâve got your posters on my wall and listen to every jam.
I even have the demo shit you recorded when you first started.
You know, with those Warbler guys? That shit was beyond wholehearted.
Iâll let you go now, before this gets too long.
But hey, man, if you get a minute, hit me back.
Iâd love to talk more.
Still havenât heard from you, itâs been about three weeks.
I know youâre busy, but I just thought you were cooler about us freaks.
Thatâs what you call us, your fans, and I know that youâve seen.
You respond to a few of them, but why not me?
Was it something I said? Itâs no worse - itâs actually better -
than half the shit I see posted about you on Twitter.
Took my girl to see your show last week.
I get why you didnât want her backstage, but, again, why not me?
I saw you checking me out; I was in the front row.
But when I walked towards the back,
your bouncer just told me no.
My girl, she just wanted an autograph, man. You didnât have to be rude.
She loves you more than I do, and Iâm not even that into dudes.
Youâre my exception, and sheâs okay with that.
I just think itâs shitty that you wouldnât even let me back.
That song you sing, about liking a boy thatâs straight?
I can kinda relate to that now, and thatâs really great.
Except I do still like girls, especially mine, when sheâs not being a twat.
I talk about you all the time, and sheâs so sick of that.
She just doesnât know that you and I would be a perfect fit.
I guess Iâm a bit of a closet case, but thatâs fine.
Iâll come out of the closet when itâs my time.
Meanwhile, my parents, they donât want me to listen to you anymore.
They think that itâs unhealthy how obsessed I am.
But itâs not obsession; itâs more.
I think Iâm in love with you, Sebastian Smythe, and if I could,
if it was necessary, Iâd give my life if that means you get to keep living.
And if thatâs not love, I donât know what is.
Get back to me, Bas, I really need to hear from you.
Otherwise, Iâll be the biggest fan youâll ever lose.
This is the last email Iâm sending you, the last message, too.
Six months and no contact. What the fuck, man, I thought you were cool.Â
I know youâre not too busy. Iâve seen your messages and your videos to other fans.
What do they have that I donât? Nothing. Thatâs what. Theyâre just stans.
So Iâm sending you this video as my last goodbye.
I gave you one last chance, but you couldnât even say hi.
Iâm in my car right now, heading towards the Rockies.
Hey, do you think I should ask my boy for some road head?
Just like your song fucking said?
I should probably tell you this, my girl caught me cheating.
She said it was okay though, said it was a phase.
I think she just liked the fact that he looked like you.
She was kinda hoping he would fuck her, too,
little bitch. Theyâre both in the trunk right now, Iâm sure you hear her screaming.
Though heâs probably not fucking her; I hit him pretty good on the head.
Donât know if I mentioned it, but I went to a military school.
They teach you exactly what youâd think there, so itâs all cool.
Anyway, you could have stopped this, all of it.
All I wanted was some contact, some fucking acknowledgement.
All I wanted was a message, telling me youâre fine.
It wouldnât be hard; I stalk you on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Vine.
You fucked it all up, and weâre both alone.
My walls are bare now, all your musicâs off my phone.
I love you, Sebastian Smythe, we could have been amazing,
but instead you ruined it, and things are getting hazy.
They say at this altitude, your brain does some strange things.
Iâm sure the beer isnât helping.
I hope when you get this, you cry.
I hope you stay up all night wanting to die.
When all you do is think about me,
I hope youâll feel sorry.
But not for me. No, for you.
Because this mouth is like a Hoover, Danny told me.
Fucking shut up, Danny!
He wanted to fuck me so bad, but I wouldnât let him.
I wanted my first time to be you, wanted you to fill my ass to the brim.
All I wanted was you, Sebastian. Your dick in my hand.
I donât know how else to make you understand.
Iâm sure you hear those two in the back, but I really should go,
my eyesightâs getting kinda bad. I really need to focus on this road,
because if I donât--
Iâm sorry it took me so long to write back.
Things have been crazy, I have a new album Iâm trying to wrap.
To answer your question, the tour was awesome.
I didnât get to meet as many fans as I would have liked to,
and for that Iâm kinda bummed.
I wish I could have seen you at my concert it Colorado,
but there were people giving death threats and they almost cancelled the show.
Iâm including a preview of the new album for you and your girlfriend,
Iâm really not supposed to do this, but Iâd love to hear any changes youâd recommend.
Iâm really happy that you think of me as an icon,
but Iâm not sure if Iâm the one you should be pinning your affections on.
You girlfriend sounds great, but if sheâs not for you,
have you thought about maybe going on a date with a dude?
Just something to see if itâs your thing, and if itâs not,
then no harm, no foul, at least you gave it a shot.
Iâm really flattered you think about me so much, but I think you really need to see someone. Some of the things you say just sound fucked up.Â
And I know thatâs not the best way to put it, but I tell it like I see it,
and maybe thatâs just how you need to hear shit?
I think itâs cool that you idolize me, but you have to understand.
There just arenât enough hours in the day to respond to each and every fan.
I care about you, Hunt, and Iâm sure your friends do, too,
but you canât keep expecting me to answer only you.
I hope you were joking about that tattoo,
because thereâs no one worth putting that kind of permanence on you.
Youâre still young, Hunter, with your whole life ahead,
and if youâre not careful, you might just end up dead.
Like this poor schmuck I saw on the news.
He took his girl and some guy, locked them in the trunk. Then he drank a lot of booze,
drove up into the mountains, and that crazy shitâs just not cool.
He drove right over the edge, took âem three days to find them.
Somehow, his phone was throw a little ways away,
and they pulled the video off, I watched it earlier today.
I donât know who he was so pissed at, but I feel sorry for that dude.
What was his name? Wait. Now that I think about it.
Huntbastian Week 2014. Day 3: First Born. Kinda played loose with the prompt here, but it was too good of an idea to pass up. I believe it can best he summed up with... how many of you have seen Ranma 1/2? ^_^
âCongratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Smythe. Itâs a boy.â
âItâs a⊠I see.â
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âI need go,â Sebastian piped up, glancing out the large window of the senior commons room. He could see the clouds darkening ever further, the promise of what it would bring making the hairs along his arms stand up.
âWeâre not done,â Hunter countered, looking around at the other Warblers who were mid-step.
âI just need to go, okay?â Sebastian retorted, praying that Hunter wouldnât keep pushing.
Who was he kidding? This was Hunter Clarington. If anyone was as tenacious as they came, it was his best friend recently turned boyfriend. Once he got something in his head or a mystery that he didnât want to leave unsolved, absolutely nothing would stop him from his goal.
âNo, not okay,â Hunter said, rolling his eyes. âLook, I donât care what excuse you have, but it can wait fifteen more minutes for practice to finish.â
Sebastian watched as the flash of lightning split the sky, and he resorted to just shoving his things into his bag before slinging the strap across his chest. âI⊠just trust me on this one. I need to go.â
Hunter watched as Sebastian nearly ran from the room. He looked around, the rest of the guys seemingly used to his boyfriendâs strange aversion to rainstorms. His eyebrows knitted as he tried to think of any other time the other boy had been so adamant about the rain, and he could come up with nothing more than he didnât like getting caught in them. Heâd forced Hunter on more than one occasion during that particularly rainy spring to sit in a cafe with Sebastian, horny as fuck because the boy was such a fucking tease, waiting the rain out until they could go back to their room before Hunter was forced to head into the bathroom to take matters into his own hand.
âIs he afraid of thunder?â Hunter asked the other boys once Sebastian was gone.
âNot that I know of?â Thad replied, shrugging.
So⊠the mystery deepened. âPractice is over,â Hunter commanded after a moment, grabbing his own things as he heard the rain suddenly start in a downpour. He was going to get to the bottom of this, regardless of how soaked he got in the process.
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âFucking shit. I canât believe him⊠goddammit, why canât I⊠fucking, I hate these fucking shirts!â
Hunter heard the words even as he opened Sebastianâs door. They had gone past knocking first in their relationship, considering his boyfriend had a single room and there was nothing awkward to be walked in on. Or at least, thatâs what Hunter had thought. As the door slipped shut behind him, he took in the sight before him.
Standing in front of him, as sopping wet as he was from running through the rain, was a girl. In a Dalton uniform. Well, part of a Dalton uniform. The pants were a soggy pile at her feet. The tie was tossed on the bed. The blazer was draped over the chair for the desk where Sebastianâs wet bag sat, dripping water onto the floor. Socks and shoes were thrown haphazardly around the floor. Hunter couldnât stop his gaze from moving up long, smooth, pale legs to full hips covered in⊠boxers? That was weird. The partially opened shirt was soaked through, and as Hunterâs eyes traveled up from a thin waist they stopped around the girlâs chest level. She⊠This girl wasnât wearing a bra. And with a shirt that see-through - the chilly water making it cling to her like a second skin certainly wasnât helping either - she probably should have been. He could clearly see her nipples standing out prominently, and Hunter had to take a moment to try to collect himself.
âEyes front, Clarington,â the girl growled, causing Hunterâs eyes to shoot upwards, a tiny hint of a blush at being caught staring colouring his cheeks.
âWho are you?â he asked, finally taking in the girlâs face. It was a little more angular than heâd expected, and strangely familiar. Dark brown hair was plastered wetly against her head, trailing water drops about halfway down her back. The eyes though⊠that was the weirdest part. He knew those eyes. âWhereâs Sebastian?â
âI knew this was going to come up sooner or later,â the girl sighed. âJust hoped it was going to be later. Or, preferably, never.â
Hunterâs brows furrowed. Even presented with a ridiculously hot girl who could easily win any wet t-shirt contest just as she was, he found his temper flaring. âI canât believe this,â he said, stalking over to the bathroom to look for Sebastian. âMy fucking gay as hell boyfriend is cheating on me with a fucking girl? Who saw that fucking coming?â
âHunter--â
âSo he told you who I was. Fan-fucking-tastic.â Hunter returned from the bathroom, looking in the closet next. âNext youâre going to tell me âthis isnât what you think.ââ
âIt isnât. If youâd let me--â
âNo, just⊠no.â Hunter fell to his knees, looking under the bed for his wayward boyfriend. âWhere the fuck is he?â
âHunter, if youâd--â
âI said, no,â he snapped, getting quickly back to his feet. Sebastian was nowhere to be found. All there was was this⊠floozy.
âCould you get your head out of your ass for a minute?â the girl sighed, rolling her eyes and settling her hand against her hip. âIâm right here. Itâs me. Sebastian.â
Hunterâs thoughts immediately came to a screeching halt. â... what?â
The girl sighed again, gesturing down towards herself. âItâs⊠itâs me. Iâm Sebastian.â
âI can name at least three very obvious reasons why you arenât.â
âItâs a curse, okay? My⊠the first born boys in my family, theyâre cursed. Something about a witch and misogyny or some bullshit. Anyway, when I get doused in cold water, I turn into this. I change back with hot water.â
Hunter stared, mouth agape. This girl was not only sleeping with his boyfriend, but she was batshit insane as well. Still, there was something about her that made him ask. âYou say youâre Sebastian? Prove it.â
She shook her head, rolling her eyes. âLast weekend I fingered you so hard you came before I could even get my dick slicked. Then you choked trying to give me an apology blowjob and nearly threw up on me. You were mortified, I thought it was hilarious, and if I remember correctly, when I was trying to fuck you through the mattress, you asked me to marry you.â With a smirk - so, so familiar but also so different - and an upturned eyebrow, the girl stared at him, daring him to question her further.
Hunter was trying to wrap his head around things. It was⊠honestly, it was crazy. But there was proof, right there in front of him. The more he looked at the girl - Sebastian, he corrected himself - the more he could pinpoint all the little things that were the same. The placement of the freckles along her body. The colour of her eyes. The way she stood. It was all there, he just had to accept it. âRight,â he said pragmatically, his brows knitted together in a frown. âSo⊠Iâm assuming no one outside of your family knows. And Iâm assuming youâd like to keep it that way.â When Sebastian nodded, Hunter continued. âAll right. I guess it makes sense why you donât like storms now, I guess.â Sebastian nodded again, this time rolling her eyes. âSo⊠now what?â
If there was any question that the beautiful girl standing in Sebastianâs room wasnât Sebastian himself, that was dispelled immediately with the look she leveled at Hunter. âNow? Well, Hunt, I did catch you staring, so Iâm sure youâre just dying to give this body a test drive.â
Huntbastian Week 2014. Day 2: Not Like Me. Okay, this is going to get lengthy, but bear with me.
Based off this RP between Katie ( newlionheart ) and I, we discussed a what if world where Hunterâs blood had actually caused Sebastian to get incredibly sick, near death. Knowing that it was his fault the man he loved was going to die split Hunterâs psyche completely into Pulse, the metahuman protector of the city, and Hunter, the man in love with Sebastian. Pulse became more violent, less concerned with hurting villains and taking their lives while he was saving what he deemed innocents. His concept of right and wrong became extremely black or white, pass or fail, and anything that didnât fit was met with him as the judge, jury and executioner. Another meta was found that could heal Sebastian, but by that point, the split between Hunter and Pulse was too great. Pulse was already obsessed and vowed to protect Sebastian at any and all cost, and he watches over him constantly. Sebastian treats Pulse like something less than human, a monstrous guardian, while he and Hunter - when Hunter is in control of his body - share an almost childlike, idyllic relationship. Sebastian does not sleep with Pulse, only Hunter even though they share the same body, and Hunter is the one who receives the lionâs share of his affections. Eventually, this starts to affect Sebastianâs way of thinking, to the point where he starts to use Pulse to exact his own judgements of right and wrong.
âI donât like him.â
Sebastian's words made Pulse raise his head from where he was sitting on a chair across the room, staring down at the floor blankly. Sebastianâs attention was locked outside the bedroom window, looking down at someone who had obviously caused him to set that look of displeasure on his face.
âHeâs afraid of me, you know,â Sebastian continued, looking down on the man like a nosy old woman looking down on her neighbors. âBut heâs more afraid of you.â
âAs he should be,â Pulse replied, his voice rippling with that strange electric reverberation that it always seemed to have.
âHe doesnât like Hunter, either. Never really liked Hunter. How can someone not like Hunter?â Sebastian paused. âHe deserves to be punished.â
âWhat has he done to you?â Pulse finally stood, taking one step, another, until he was standing close to the window to try to get a look at the person that had caused his chargeâs ire.
âHe looks at me like Iâm a freak⊠like he wants to hurt me.â
Pulseâs frown deepened. There was a silence between them before Sebastian spoke again.
âI want you to make him leave.â
There was another long pause as Pulse stared down at the man on the street. He was a doorman for their building. He knew him; Hunter had smiled and greeted him in passing all those months ago, before Pulse had taken over, pushing Hunter Clarington deep within the recesses of his psyche. Hunter was weak, where Pulse was strong. Hunter was helpless, where Pulse could protect Sebastian from anything that threatened him. Yet Hunter Clarington still held Sebastian Smytheâs heart and body, where Pulse was nothing more than a watchdog, occasionally handed scraps of affection when he performed as his charge requested.
âI want you to scare him away, Pulse,â Sebastian repeated, turning to press his hand against the metahumanâs broad chest. As Pulse remained silent, Sebastian continued. âI need you to make him go away for me. By any means necessary.â Again, Pulse remained silent, though his gaze settled downwards where the other manâs hand was carefully laid against the blue and white of his costume. âPlease, Pulse?â
âHe has done nothing wrong,â Pulse answered slowly, the âyetâ hanging in the air between them.
âPulse?â Sebastian asked, his words coming out a little breathless and drawing the manâs attention back to his face. âSend him away⊠and Iâll give you what you want.â
Pulse blinked, the only tell that he was still listening the small snap of electricity that rolled down his side, away from Sebastian.
âI wonât even ask for him.â They both knew who the him was Sebastian spoke of. The human would only dole out his affection towards the weaker part of Pulse; the soft, gentle Hunter being the one who controlled their body while he and his charge were intimate. Sebastian stepped in closer, lining his body up against Pulseâs and letting his lips hover just slightly away from the metaâs. âDo this for me⊠and my body is yours.â Sebastianâs eyes flickered from Pulseâs electric blue ones to his plump, pink lips and back again. âI want you to do something, Pulse, before he can hurt me. And when you do⊠Iâll let you fuck me.â
Pulse took one step back, meeting Sebastianâs eyes, seeing the broad smile on his face, and he knew, without a doubt, that he would do as his charge asked. Just like he always would. With a single nod, he walked out of the room, headed towards the door to complete his given task.
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When Pulse returned, there were a few tiny splatters of blood along the white of his costume, the scrapes along his knuckles from connecting with the manâs face already healed over. In fact, the only tell that anything had happened were the blood stains themselves. Whether they were from Pulse or the man heâd beaten, he wasnât telling, and Sebastian certainly wasnât asking. He didnât want the gory details, just to know that his caretaker had performed his given task.
âDid youâŠ?â Sebastian started, his eyes wide as they traveled over Pulseâs chest. When Pulse just nodded once, the human let out a tiny, pleased sound. âOh, PulseâŠâ he sighed, immediately stepping into the metahuman and pressing his body up against Pulseâs. The elation he felt at having that kind of power, a regular human having control over an unstoppable force of nature compacted into the kind of body that made both men and women weep, made him instantly hard and horny. Hunter was the last thing on his mind at that moment, not that he had forgotten about his perfect, perfect Hunter, as he pulled himself away, heading immediately towards his bed, the metahuman following like an obedient dog.
Once Sebastian had laid back on the bed, Pulse finally shifted his body forward. His hand moved, reaching unerringly for where he knew Hunter kept the lube in the bedside table. They both knew a condom was pointless, Pulse unable to carry a disease and Sebastian unable to pass one along since only sleeping with Hunter. Pulse stared at Sebastian as his hands moved, the pure adoration and want clear in the electric blue irises. He watched as Sebastian let his hand roam down his bare chest, fingertips dancing down the skin until he could wrap it around his cock.
Sebastianâs body seemed to welcome him in, his legs squeezing tightly against the outside of Pulseâs thighs before spreading wantonly apart.
âYou would do anything for me, wouldnât you, Pulse?â Sebastian breathed, his eyes settling on the metahumanâs dick. He didnât have to watch as his caretaker nodded, knowing without seeing that it was true. Pulse had shown that earlier, taking care of the doorman before he became a problem. Sebastian sat up slightly, body arching and putting his thinner frame on display. âYouâre such a good boy,â he mused, putting a fingertip against the stark musculature of the other man, tracing the deep valleys between prominent muscle. âTaking care of me all this time, making sure I stay safe. You deserve a reward, donât you?â He leaned back down, settling back with his head against the pillow, body open and welcoming.
Pulse uncapped the lubricant, slicking two of his fingers before capping it again. He knew he would have to be careful - his charge was not anywhere near as resilient as he was - but he also knew what he wanted. The warmth of Sebastianâs words of praise settled over his skin, sinking into his bones and making him ache to do as his charge commanded. Without hesitation, one finger, then another, slid into the otherâs waiting body. He waited for a beat, two, three, before he starting moving his fingers slowly in and out, spreading them occasionally to coax the muscles into relaxing more than they already were.
They didnât kiss - that was the domain of Hunter and his soft sounds and pleading gasps. Instead, it was with an almost clinical precision that Pulse stretched his chargeâs opening, though the look of almost religious awe on his face was a clear indicator that he was certainly feeling something more than just the need to remedy an erection. Using some of the lube that had gotten pushed out of Sebastianâs body by Pulseâs fingersâ movements, he slicked himself, walking forward on his knees until he could place the head of his dick against Sebastianâs hole⊠but he didnât push in. Not yet. He looked up, like a dog asking its master if it was still okay to take the treat.
Sebastian smiled wide, the indulgent keeper pleased with his purebred. âGood boy,â he breathed, giving Pulse a final nod of permission.
That was all the metahuman needed. His hips rolled forward, slowly at first. He pushed until he felt that he could push no more, his groin flush against the other manâs body. Dear god, his charge was tight, clenching around Pulseâs dick like a vice. There was a pause as he felt Sebastian clench around him once, his gaze shooting up to his eyes from where it had fallen to where Pulseâs cock was being swallowed by the humanâs body. Was he hurt? Did he⊠no. No, he didnât. Good. He pushed himself all the way in, rotating his hips in small circles until he found the perfect angle that rubbed the head over Sebastianâs prostate.
Pulse felt Sebastianâs blunt nails dig into the fabric at the back of his costume, his entire body writhing. He could feel his legs tightening around him with each powerful thrust even as his chargeâs body tightened around him. His breath was coming faster, as was Sebastianâs. A flush raised along his cheekbones and the tips of his ears, grunts the only sound coming past his lips.
âYouâre so hot, Pulse. Come on, come with me, let me see it,â Sebastian moaned. He knew it had to be different than Hunter, the look on Pulseâs face when he got off. Hunterâs face filled with awe, with love, with adoration right before he came, and he kept his eyes open to watch Sebastian as he did so. Pulse⊠would Pulse do that? Would he lose himself in Sebastian entirely? Or would he continue to take his pleasure whether Sebastian found his own or not? His hand fell down between his legs, gripping his cock tight. His hand worked quickly over his dick, pulling even more moans from him before he spilled over his hand. It was quick. It was somewhat impersonal. But it still felt so, so good.
Pulse watched as the pearlescent drops dotted onto Sebastianâs chest, the visual of his chargeâs enjoyment causing twin sensations to run through him. From the top of his head down towards his dick, he felt the absolute awe in the otherâs release. From around his dick spreading to the rest of his body he felt the clenching of the other manâs ass, and with only a handful more thrusts, Pulse felt his orgasm wash across his consciousness. A part of him kept his wits about him, pulling back the lightning that threatened to snap across his skin. The sharp tang of ozone sat along the back of his tongue, and he could smell it in the air. As he came back to himself, he paused, feeling the way Sebastian didnât wrap himself around Pulseâs body, not like he did after he and Hunter were intimate. Pulse would hardly call what they had done intimate, or really even loving. It was⊠doting. Sebastian was doting on Pulse much like Hunter used to dote on Clarence before his mother had squirrelled him away to wherever she was hiding.
And he was perfectly fine with that. He lived to protect, to serve, Sebastian. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Without another word, Pulse slowly withdrew from Sebastianâs body, reaching for a small washcloth on the nightstand. He cleaned them both methodically, somewhat robotically. The cloth was discarded into the laundry basket, and Pulse resumed his usual position sitting in the chair across from the bed after tucking himself back into the costume.
Sebastian stretched along the bed, looking for all the world like a cat that had swallowed the canary. He rolled onto his side, back to Pulse. âIâm going to take a nap, Pulse,â he stated. âWhen I wake up, Iâd like to see Hunter.â He wasnât asking that time, not like he usually did. He wasnât begging for Pulse to let him see his softer, weaker half. Sebastian seemed to be doing nothing more than stating a fact, as if Pulse would just do what he said without question.
Perhaps the scariest thing, as Pulse settled in to watch over his charge while he slept, was the knowledge that he would.
Huntbastian Week 2014. Day 1: Childhood AU. Warnings for hybrids, kit!Sebastian's dirty little mouth, and kitten!Hunter's tantrum. Also, Katie ( newlionheart ) is the owner of Seb's Willy, so you can all thank her for that.
It was the most pitiful sound Kara Clarington had ever heard: the tiny, whining yowl that came from her sonâs mouth as she tried to pry him out of the car. Hunter was small for his age, but he dug his kitten claws into the seat with a vengeance. His fluffy brown tabby-striped tail was puffed up in indignation as he fought against his mother dragging him into the school.
âNo, Momma, no!â he cried as Kara redoubled her efforts to pull her son from the car. âI donât wanna go! I wanna stay home with you!â
âHunter,â she sighed, finally letting go of her son and watching him scramble into the back seat of the car. âAm I going to need to call your father and tell him youâre not going to school like a good boy?â
That seemed to get a reaction out of the tiny hybrid curled in on himself in the corner of the back seat. His green eyes widened as he slowly climbed back into the front seat, the threat of his fatherâs deep, rumbling voice - and to the overactive imagination of Hunter, the fact that the elder hybrid was so much larger, with so much bigger and sharper claws and teeth - sounding his disappointment was enough to make him rethink his small tantrum. With a tiny whine, he slid out of the car, his feet touching the ground as his tail curled around him.
âThereâs my brave little kitten,â Kara purred, placing a hand on Hunterâs head. She turned to walk into the school, feeling her son latch onto her tail and follow her reluctantly.
Once they reached the classroom, Hunterâs eyes widened as he saw various other hybrid children running around, some playing with toys, other just playing chase. He made sure to keep a tight hold on his motherâs tail, not wanting to let her leave him alone.
âSee, kitten, look at all these other kids,â she said softly, the comforting, rumbling purr still coming from deep within and affecting her voice. âYouâll make lots of new friends, and when Iâm back to pick you up in a few hours, I bet you wonât even want to come home.â
Hunter shook his head vehemently, and Kara sighed. She really wished Benji had been able to take their son to school with her, but his work sometimes demanded travel, and heâd unfortunately been unable to attend his sonâs first day of kindergarten.
âAnd who do we have here?â a tall, hybrid bird woman asked as she approached.
âThis is Hunter Clarington,â Kara said proudly, stepping slightly aside, much to Hunterâs displeasure. âAre you Miss Rogers?â
The woman nodded, offering a smile as she crouched down closer to Hunterâs height. âHi, Hunter. My name is Miss Rogers, and Iâm going to be your teacher this year. Are you excited to start school?â
Hunter shook his head, his hands still tightly holding onto his motherâs tail.
Kara reached down, carefully prying her tail from her sonâs clutches as she used it to wipe a few tears from his face. âYouâre going to be good for Miss Rogers, right, kitten? You listen to her as you listen to me and your father, okay? Now I want you to go and play with the other kids, and Iâll be back in a few hours. I love you, kitten.â She gave the small hybrid a fierce hug, and before Hunter could regain his grip on her tail, she skittered out the door.
âWhy donât you go outside and play with some of the other kids, Hunter?â Miss Rogers suggested, knowing that the first day of school was more about getting used to not being with parents than about learning. âI think thereâs a few other cats outside by the trees, and Miss Elaine is out there as well. Sheâs a cat, just like you and your mom and dad. Would you like to meet her?â
Hunter knew better than to be impolite, so instead of throwing another tantrum that would surely get back to his father, he just nodded and quickly scampered outside, not making eye contact with any of the other children.
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âI bet I can climb higher than any of you.â
Hunter approached a small group of boys and girls standing around what was the tallest tree Hunter had ever seen. Miss Elaine was off to the side, smiling as she played with a few of the reptile hybrid children in the sandbox at the other side of the play area. He saw the speaker, and he was surprised to find that he⊠wasnât a cat. His mostly gray tail was too bushy and his ears too pointed and large. Still, Hunter watched as he scrambled up the tree, legs pushing him up the bark to sit on the lowest branch.
âHa!â the boy crowed from his perch. âNobody can climb higher than me!â
It seemed most of the other children gathered around the tree were either incapable of climbing it or too frightened of heights. Without a word, Hunter approached the tree, touching the bark briefly before he started taking off his shoes and socks. The other kids talked around him, to him, but he didnât speak until he was barefoot.
âI can climb higher,â he said softly.
âNuh-uh!â the other boy scoffed, turning his nose up proudly from a height of about four feet off the ground.
Not rising to the otherâs bait, Hunter flexed his fingers and toes, feeling his claws extend and retract a few times before he jumped at the tree. His claws stuck into the bark, and he quickly, inelegantly, pushed himself upwards until he was sitting on the branch above where the other boy sat. It was the highest heâd ever climbed, not counting the time heâd gotten himself up on top of the huge china cabinet in the Claringtonâs living room. He tossed one leg over the branch, perching himself there as he looked down at the other boy.
âWell, fuck me,â the boy said, eliciting a round of âoooooohâs and a couple âThatâs a bad wordâs and one âIâm tellingâ from the crowd below them. He moved quickly, scuttling up to the branch Hunter was perched on before mirroring his position. âWhatâs your name?â he asked.
âHunter Benjamin Clarington,â Hunter answered politely.
âHi, Hunter Benjamin Clarington. Iâm Sebastian Archibald Smythe,â Sebastian replied before turning his attention back to the group of children below them. âMy friend Hunter is brave and can climb pretty good. What about you guys?â
Try as they might, the handful of interested children who werenât about to be called cowards just couldnât seem to make it up to the first branch. With each one that tried and failed, Sebastianâs taunting just got worse - âIs that it? My brother climbs better than you and heâs just a kit! Donât try, bird brain, youâll just fall. Hey, snake tongue, you canât slither up here. All of you go crying to your moms, and leave us cool kids up here. Yeah, this tree is only for cool kids.â - until the children still on the ground gave up and moved on to go play on the slide.
Through it all, Hunter had been silent, just watching the way this Sebastian spoke. He seemed to be far better at speaking than many of the other children, and Hunter was, honestly, intrigued. Heâd never met another kid like this before.
âAre you always so quiet?â Sebastian asked, swinging his legs.
âYou like talking, and my dad says itâs impolite to interrupt,â Hunter answered plainly.
âYour dadâs smart,â Sebastian nodded sagely.
âWhat are you?â
Sebastian seemed to preen at the question. âIâm a fox. See how my tail is grey with the red in it? And my ears are red on the tips? That means Iâm a special fox. Mama said so.â
âCan I touch it?â Hunter asked, pointing at Sebastianâs tail.
âOnly if I can touch yours.â
Hunter nodded, reaching back and pulling his tail forward. He presented the tip for Sebastian to pet, and he made a small, very light, almost imperceptible purr at the feeling. The sound seemed to surprise the other boy as he jerked his hand back as if heâd been burnt. Making a face, he pulled his own tail forward, and Hunter reached out to pet the soft, bushy fur.
âYou have a very pretty tail, Sebastian,â Hunter complimented.
âThanks,â the fox responded, once again showing obvious pride in his appearance. âYours is nice, too. Soft. And it makes you make that noise.â
âCan we get down yet?â Hunter asked, looking towards the ground.
âWhy? Are you chicken?â
âThatâs mean.â
âAre you?â Sebastian asked again, leaning toward Hunter a little.
âNo,â Hunter said with a pout. âI want milk, and I saw some other kids with snacks, and I want one.â
âThen get down.â Sebastian turned his nose up haughtily, crossing his arms over his chest.
âYou first.â
âNuh-uh, you want to get down, you go first.â
âYou were up here first.â
âYou were up here second.â
âSo?â
âSo, itâs my tree, and I say you get down first,â Sebastian huffed.
âItâs not your tree,â Hunter protested.
âYes, it is.â
âNuh-uh.â
âYuh-huh.â
âI donât see your name on it.â
âYou canât read, dumbass.â
âIâm not a dumbass, dumbass.â The curse word felt foreign on Hunterâs tongue, but he wasnât about to let Sebastian get away with calling him names.
Both boys huffed, crossing their arms over their chests. A moment of silence fell between them before Hunter spoke again.
âYou⊠donât know how to get down, do you?â Hunter asked, his voice somewhat timid.
âDo you?â Sebastian asked, glancing at Hunter through lowered eyes.
âCan you keep a secret?â Sebastian nodded before Hunter continued. âIâm not very good at climbing down yet.â
âYou mean weâre stuck up here forever?â Sebastian asked, his voice small.
Hunter watched as Sebastianâs face fell, a pair of tears falling from the foxâs eyes. Hunter reacted without thinking, wrapping his arms around Sebastianâs body and pulling him closer on the branch. A light purr that was intended to comfort, much like Hunterâs mother used whenever she tried to comfort him, rumbled through the catâs body. He felt Sebastian return the hug, and while the other boy cried against his shoulder, Hunter couldnât help but let the tears come as well. He didnât want to be stuck up in the tree forever, but at least he wasnât alone. Sebastian had called him his friend, and he wasnât about to let his first and only friend down.
âMy momma is coming back,â Hunter said, voice watery with tears. âSheâll save us.â
âYouâre a cat; youâre sâpposta climb trees,â Sebastian whined, tears falling and making him choke on the words. âIâm a fox. Weâre not sâpposta climb trees, but I wanted to climb it anyway. And now weâre gonna be stuck up here forever. And Iâm never gonna see my Willy again. And heâs never gonna get to meet the other whales at the aquarium. And heâs gonna be so sad and lonely without me. I donât wanna be in this tree anymore. I wanna go home, Hunter. I want my mama. I want my Willy.â
Hunter didnât know what to do. Sebastian was practically wailing. He tried purring even louder, but that didnât seem to help comfort the fox either. He tried to pull Sebastian even closer, but the shifting of his and Sebastianâs weight on the branch made him lose his balance, and with a loud cry, both of them were falling. It was only about a five foot fall, and truth be told, Hunter got the short end of the stick. His back connected with the soft ground under the tree, Sebastian landing on him. Hunter still held the other boy tightly against him even as the wind seemed knocked out of him, his purr cutting out briefly while he tried to catch his breath. Sebastian scrambled quickly to stand up, and his tears cut out immediately as he realized they were both on the ground.
âHunter!â he cheered, barrelling into the cat and wrapping his arms around Hunterâs shoulders. âYou saved us! Youâre a hero!â
Hunter could only smile as he felt Sebastian hug him. They were out of the tree. They were safe on the ground. Everything was going to be okay.
âHunter! Sebastian! Come in for snack time, boys!â Miss Rogers called out to the only two children left in the play area.
Sebastian pulled away, offering Hunter his hand. âCome on, hero. Itâs snack time. And after⊠do you want to play cars in the sandbox with me?â
Hunter nodded, taking Sebastianâs hand and running with the other boy back towards the school building.
Summary: A series of unconnected drabbles that generally involve someone getting aroused at an inappropriate time. (That someone tends to be Hunter...)
AN: There was talk of awkward boners. This is the result of that. Youâre welcome.
AN2: If you would like to request something be added to the list, just drop a line in my ask.
Dinner at Dalton Academy was always an interesting affair. Sometimes, things happened that seemed to affect the entire student body. Sometimes, there were things that affected entire clubs. And sometimes, there were things that only affected a small group of boys sitting at a single table.
Apparently, this was one of the latter.
Hunter had approached the rest of the Warblers, being gestured over enthusiastically by Jeff before he could make it over to the dinner line.
"What?" he asked, standing with his hands on his hips. "I'm hungry."
"Thad's getting us Wendy's since Seb said he's never had it before," Jeff replied, smiling up at him.
Hunter raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at his vice captain. "Seriously?"
"It's cheap food, asshole; do you really think it's something I would eat?" Sebastian replied with a snooty tone, but it was tempered by a tiny smile. Over the last few months, Hunter and Sebastian's relationship had gone from antagonistic roommates who were just as likely to kill each other as speak to a hesitant friendship to something akin to the beginning of best friendship. It still sometimes felt a little rocky and perilous to Hunter, but at least now he wasn't concerned about his insults being taken as malicious instead of teasing.
The boys talked of their days until Thad arrived with the food, interrupting a particularly long-winded recounting of the debate club's most recent topic from Nick. Hunter was pleased to be handed a bacon double cheeseburger, fries, and a frosty. "Fuck yeah, frosty," he mumbled, throwing up a fist for Thad to bump.
"What the fuck is a frosty?" Sebastian asked, poking a finger at the wrapped burger in front of him with not a small look of disdain.
"This," Trent said, pushing a medium chocolate frosty towards Sebastian, "is a frosty."
Sebastian saw the top covering it, and it looked just like the beverage tops of the other cups. Was it... like a milkshake? Or a malt? He carefully unwrapped a straw, figuring he'd push the grease-covered burger - the liquid fat was already practically soaking through the wrapping - on someone else, but if this frosty thing had even Hunter proclaiming its merits, he could at least give that a try. Besides, he enjoyed milkshakes well enough, and by consuming this obviously greasy fast food, he would be able to get the rest of the Warblers off his back about his expensive tastes. At least for a little while.
Hunter watched as Sebastian poked the straw through the top of the frosty lid. He wanted to open his mouth, but he found the whole thing far too funny to correct. His eyes met the other boys' eyes, and it was through unspoken agreement that they would let Sebastian figure it out on his own. It shouldn't have taken long with the thickness of the frozen treat.
Hunter watched as Sebastian wrapped his lips around the straw, his tongue darting out to touch it to make sure it wasn't going to accidentally slide up his nose or something. As he tried not to laugh at the other boy, Hunter just watched as he sucked on the straw, not one bit of the frozen treat sliding into the tube.
Sebastian pulled back slightly, adjusting the straw inside the cup before trying again. His cheeks hollowed, and his brows dropped down. A small amount of the frozen chocolate moved up the straw, and it was then that Hunter realized two things. First, he was watching Sebastian try and fail to consume his frosty far more intently than he should have been. Second, his dick seemed very interested in the way his roommate's face contorted as he sucked on the straw.
He could only imagine if he had that kind of determination when he was on his knees. Hunter could picture it clearly - though he'd never even considered it before. Sebastian on his knees between Hunter's spread legs, his hands on Hunter's thighs as he pushed them just a little further apart. His lips would part as he sank down on Hunter's cock, and his cheeks would hollow. He'd be careful of his teeth, only lightly scraping them along Hunter's dick when he managed to pull a particularly poignant moan from Hunter. He could see it clear as day, and that was probably less disturbing than the fact that he suddenly wanted to ask him to take their tenuous friendship into the realm of friends with benefits, something that could - or likely would - end up blowing up in Hunter's face in a less than pleasant fashion.
Hunter shook his head, shaking the thoughts free, but his dick still seemed inclined to continue them, twitching a little in his pants as he watched Sebastian continuing to try to suck the frosty through the straw.
He had enough. His dress slacks were too tight, his dick pressing against the zipper in a way that made it so obvious that he was hard. He reached forward, grabbing the frosty from Sebastian's grip before pulling it back to himself. As Sebastian gave an indignant "Hey!" that Hunter ignored, he popped the top off the frozen treat, pulling the straw out and dropping it onto the table. He picked up one of the unwrapped spoons, staring at the other boy as he scooped up some of the chocolate pseudo-ice cream and ate it. Stabbing the spoon back into the frosty, he slid it back towards Sebastian.
"That's how you eat a frosty, dumbass," he grumbled, pushing himself up from his chair. He took two steps away before turning back towards the table. Hunter reached for his own frosty, picking it and a spoon up. He knew every boy at the table could see his hard cock tenting his pants - considering it was pretty much at eye level for all of them - but he didn't care. Without another word, he spun around again, retreating to his and Sebastian's shared room, hoping that frozen treats worked just as well as cold showers on unexpected erections.
Because Em ( princegrantgustin ) is made of inspiration (also sunshine and kittens).
sebastian fucking hunter and easing in a vibrator that hits right over hunterâs prostate when sebastian moves and it takes two thrusts and then heâs coming without being touched (ââżââż)
Also, yes, I did just use the lyrics of the opening theme of Cowboy Bebop as a huntbastian fic title. Wanna fight about it? =P
If someone had told Hunter Clarington six months ago that he would absolutely love having a dick in his ass, he probably would have laughed, punched them in the face, then laughed again.
"Come on, Bastian," Hunter moaned, trying to coax his boyfriend to stop using his fingers and start using his cock. "I know you're just as eager to get started as I am, so stop fucking around and fuck me."
Then again, Hunter hadn't been prepared for the ridiculously persuasive nature of one Sebastian Smythe, his roommate, best friend, and now, boyfriend.
"I know for a fact you're not a pain slut, Hunter," Sebastian replied, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, knowing that if he did, Hunter could potentially call the whole thing off and leave them both hanging... which was the absolute last thing he wanted right then. "Just a little more, and we'll get started."
The first time Sebastian had convinced him to let go of his stereotypical heterosexual male problems with having something close to his ass - especially considering how he had fingered Sebastian's for what felt like hours not more than 24 hours before - Hunter took to the role of being bottom like he was born for it.
"If you don't get your dick in my ass right now, Sebastian, I'm going to grab that skinny little stick you call a vibrator, fuck myself with it, and go the fuck to sleep when I'm done," Hunter threatened. "And you can figure out how you're getting off tonight without me."
"You're such a bossy bitch," Sebastian replied, this time rolling his eyes as he pulled his fingers free. More lube was quickly applied to his own hard cock, and before Hunter could speak again, Sebastian was already pressing the dripping red head past Hunter's stretched ring of muscle.
"Fuck yes," Hunter moaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow. He closed his eyes, just feeling the way Sebastian's cock stretched him as it pushed far, far too slowly into him. This was what he wanted... for now.
Knowing that if he waited too long Hunter would start complaining again, Sebastian counted down from three to himself before giving small motions of his hips to rock himself gently inside Hunter's body. He could feel the way Hunter clenched down on him impatiently, but he knew better than to rush things. Besides, Sebastian was pretty sure that once he pushed the slim vibrator past Hunter's opening things were going to get very hot, very fast. He gave a few full thrusts before Hunter finally spoke up again.
"Fucking hell," Hunter groaned, lifting his hips up to meet each of Sebastian's shallow thrusts. That was the encouragement he needed, the slightly taller boy starting to roll his hips in larger circles, letting more and more of his cock slide out before pushing it right back in. With the way his boyfriend was arching his hips and back, even without the heavy breathing, Sebastian knew that he was brushing over that sweet spot inside him. It was so easy to get caught up in the idea of what came next, just thinking about how it would feel made his thrusts that much more pronounced.
Sebastian's fingers wrapped around the long, thin vibrator. It was a little longer than Sebastian's own dick, so he knew it was the perfect size to rub along his boyfriend's prostate when fully inserted. The fact that it was an obnoxious shade of neon orange never ceased to amuse him, either. He slowed his movements, a whimpering sound rose that was immediately followed by a blush running across Hunter's cheeks, as he reached for the lube. He wasn't about to try to draw this out any further. Sebastian knew what a vibrator felt like pressed up against his prostate, but Hunter had never even considered such a thing before Sebastian had suggested it.
"You better hurry, Bastian," Hunter gasped, the sound a little wet as he tried to swallow some extra spit in his mouth at the same time that he spoke. If Hunter was already nearly drooling in pleasure, Sebastian would need to hurry... or slow his own movements.
Hurry sounded the better option.
Sebastian poured some of the slick lubricant into his hand before wrapping those long, thin fingers around the vibrator. Hunter's eyes had opened when he felt his boyfriend move, and he licked his lips as he watched him stroke the bright orange toy.
"Ready?" Sebastian asked, stopping with just the head of his dick inside Hunter's body.
Hunter just nodded, his eyes still locked on the vibrator. He bit his lower lip as he felt the other boy slide just the tip it in, right on top of Sebastian's cock. With a slow, careful movement, Sebastian's hips moved forward, and he watched as both his dick and the vibrator sank into Hunter.
"Holy fucking shit," Sebastian breathed, feeling how, even though the vibrator was thin, Hunter felt that much tighter around him.
"So full..." Hunter groaned, his fingers tight in the bedsheet under him. He could feel the hard plastic shift ever so slightly when he clenched down on it, the action making the other boy gasp and twitch. "Turn it on. Turn it on, or I'm going to fucking come just from this."
Sebastian's mind was far too blown to think of a snarky comeback to Hunter's demands, and truth be told, he really, really wanted to do as he was told this time. Without further preamble, the hand that was holding the vibrator in place slid just a hair further back, and his finger pressed down on the button.
Hunter jumped. A broken screaming moan burst from his mouth as he first instinctively pulled away from the overwhelming sensation before pushing himself back against it. It vibrated and thrummed right over his oversensitive prostate, and a burst of precome immediately pulsed from the head of his dick.
Sebastian held the toy in place as he pulled himself back, his cock already missing the more than pleasant combination of vibration and the tightness of his boyfriend's body. With a quick thrust forward, he buried himself deeply once again.
The sound Hunter made was unlike any other sound Sebastian had heard from him. It was somewhere between a scream and a moan, between a gasp and a grunt, and it was by far the hottest thing that had ever come from his boyfriend's mouth. He could see that the other's eyes were wide but unfocused, and he could tell by the way Hunter's muscles were in stark relief as he held himself completely still. He couldn't stop himself from repeating the motion, wanting to see what would happen... and it was something completely unexpected.
Hunter came. Hard.
But more importantly, he came completely untouched. That was a thing that had never happened before. As pleasure raced through Hunter's veins, broken sounds came from his lips. As his cock pulsed and his released spilled between them, covering his abdomen and chest, his entire body tensed and relaxed. And in that moment, only two words came to Sebastian's mind.
Holy shit.
It was the only warning he got before his own orgasm ran through him, causing his own dick to twitch and fill his boyfriend with his own come. His skin felt oversensitive, and he felt like he could feel each and every molecule of air that rushed over sweat-covered skin.
It was only when Hunter whimpered his name that Sebastian realized the vibrator was still running, still pressing against his far too overstimulated prostate and was likely bordering on painful. He turned it off before carefully sliding it free and tossing it to the side of the bed.
"Jesus Christ, Hunt," Sebastian gasped, slowly pulling back until his cock was no longer inside his boyfriend's body. "That was... Jesus fuck... That was..."
"Something--" Hunter started, licking his lips and swallowing a few times before he tried again. "That was something we're definitely doing again."
With a small nod and a lean forward for a light kiss, Sebastian couldn't agree more.
Yes. Yes you can. But for now, hereâs a little snippet of the sequel that Iâm currently working on. Please note, this could very well change by the time the final is posted.
Warnings for underage sexy times (15), underage drinking (barely), bp!Sebastian (giggity), and young!Hunter being an idiot (what else is new?).
Sebastian Smythe was, without a doubt, Hunter Claringtonâs best friend, and had been since they were ten years old. Ever since the day Hunter looked down at the new kid, a mid-semester transfer from France, and proclaimed, âYouâre on my team, new kid. I hope you know how to play kickball,â they were inseparable. Wherever you would find one, the other wouldnât be far behind.
So it wasnât a stretch of the imagination for Hunter to spend the majority of the summer between their freshman and sophomore years of high school at the Smythe house, in their pool, with Sebastian.
Many things had changed between them, but they were still the fast friends they were when they first met. Hunter had given up kickball in favour of joining the swim team, and he dedicated himself to it in an almost militaristic fashion. Sebastian had moved on to lacrosse, claiming the sport would offer him far more time in the limelight since its recent resurgence. They both liked music, and since neither could play an instrument allowed in the band â guitar for Hunter, piano for Sebastian â theyâd decided that year, they would try out for their schoolâs choir together.
But there was still an entire summer to get through before any of those thoughts even crossed their minds again.
âShe was so old, Bas,â Hunter laughed, splashing Sebastian as he just dangled his legs in the pool. âShe had to be, like, a hundred or something.â
âShe wasnât a hundred, dumbass,â Sebastian returned, rolling his eyes.
âDude, she wouldâve busted a hip if someone knocked her over.â
âAs much as I love hearing how little old ladies hit on you⊠oh wait. No I donât.â
âYou just wish someone would hit on you,â Hunter countered, sticking out his tongue.
At that, Sebastian slid gracefully into the water, bringing his arms up to splash his best friend. It ignited another splash war between them, the sixth of the day, and when they had both called out an offer for truce, they went back to mindlessly swimming. The summer heat was nearly unbearable, the pool water the only thing keeping them from feeling like they were melting.
âItâs too fucking hot,â Hunter complained as he floated by on his back.
âThen letâs go back inside where the air conditioning is,â Sebastian suggested, tilting his head towards the back door.
âAnd waste this perfectly good sunny day?â
âMake up your mind, Hunt. Either you want to be in the sun or you donât want to sweat your balls off. Just fucking pick one. Drama queen.â
âDonât be a bitch,â Hunter chuckled back, casually flipping his best friend off before rolling onto his stomach to tread water. A few minutes later, Hunter spoke again. Â âYou know what my dad says when itâs this hot? He says nothing beats an ice cold beer.â
Sebastian hesitated a moment before speaking, his voice a little quieter. âMy dad keeps the poolhouse fridge stocked with beer,â he offered. Neither of the two boys had drunk alcohol before, but with an unspoken look between them, they climbed out of the pool.
It took them absolutely no time to find the booze in the fridge, the Smythes seeming to either trust their son or not care that he and his best friend would potentially filch it.
âThis is disgusting,â Hunter complained, making a face after taking a sip.
âYouâre the one that wanted it,â Sebastian answered, his own face one of disgust.
âMaybe if we drink more of it, itâll get better.â
âThatâs the stupidest idea Iâve ever heard. If itâs gross now, why wonât it be gross after three or four?â
âJust shut up and drink it.â
Three beers for each of them later, Hunter was giggling. He was giggling, and Sebastian was sprawled on the concrete next to the pool, lazily dragging his fingers through the water.
âBeer still tastes gross,â Sebastian said, his words a little slurred as too bright eyes looked over at his best friend.
âI dunno,â Hunter said, swimming closer to the other boy. âItâs not undrinkable.â
Sebastian rolled himself into the water, the splash making a fresh set of giggles come from Hunterâs lips as the other boy resurfaced. He leaned against the side of the pool, elbows holding him upright.
âCan I ask you something?â Hunter questioned, swimming just a little bit closer, a hesitance in his voice that was uncharacteristic for the normally brash boy.
âYou just did,â Sebastian teased, sticking his tongue out.
âShut up, dumbass.â Colour rode high along Hunterâs cheeks as he licked his lips. âIâm being serious. And itâs kinda personal, so you can tell me to fuck off, if you want.â
With a gesture, Sebastian indicated that Hunter should continue. If it was too bad, heâd just punch the other boy, and theyâd be done with it. It wouldnât be the first time Hunter had asked him a stupid question and got punched for it.
âWhy do you tuck your dick up in your suit?â Hunter gestured weakly towards his best friendâs groin, the flat plane of abdomen a distinct contrast from the way the front of Hunterâs own bathing suit appeared.
Sebastian bit his lip. Hunter knew that he was different, but heâd never asked how different before, and Sebastian had never offered. It was something he wasnât exactly embarrassed about, but he wasnât exactly totally comfortable with it either. If it was up to Sebastian, the state of things between his legs would just remain a non-issue. But this was Hunter; this was his best friend. If he couldnât tell him, who could he tell?
â⊠because I donât have one,â he whispered, eyes downcast even as he briefly glanced up through his lashes at his best friend.
âSo⊠youâre like a doll down there?â Hunter asked, swimming just a tad bit closer.
âNo, asshole, Iâm like a fucking girl,â Sebastian snapped. God, Hunter could be so dense sometimes. âJesus Christ, youâre an idiot.â
It took all of three beats before Hunterâs next alcohol-induced question bubbled past his lips. âCan I see it?â
âWhat?â
âCome on, Bas. Lemme see it. I promise I wonât tell anyone. I just wanna see it.â There was a pause as Hunter came up with, what he thought was, the best idea ever. âIâll show you mine if you show me yours.â
âWhat are we, two?â Sebastian scoffed.
âAw, come on, man,â Hunter pushed, treading water even closer. âIâve never seen one, and youâve never seen a dick. Just a peek. Then we can, I donât know, go inside or some shit.â
Sebastian hesitated. He honestly couldnât come up with a reason not to agree with Hunterâs drunken logic, his own alcohol fuddled brain only coming up with the childish excuse that âitâs your private parts, and you keep them private.â Besides, it was his best friend asking. He could trust Hunter. Hell, he probably trusted him with his life, if it came down to it. Heâd chide him and go kicking and screaming, but heâd still trust him with his life. Why couldnât he trust him with a quick peek?
âFine,â Sebastian finally conceded, a warm feeling settling in his chest at the bright and open smile from the other boy. âBut just one, and afterwards, we go inside and play Mario Kart. And I get to be Yoshi.â
âCool.â
Hunter closed the rest of the distance between them, and as he peered through the clear water, he couldnât stop his hand from moving forward. His palm cupped gently against Sebastianâs mound, middle finger sliding between his legs to rest against his covered opening.
Sebastian froze, glad that he was holding himself up against the side of the pool. A sharp, unfamiliar shock of warmth spread through his abdomen, and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. âYou donât see with your hands, Clarington.â
âDude, I canât see anything through the water,â Hunter said, his gaze still downwards as he tried to peer past the water to see more clearly. âBesides, you can totally do the same to me. I should warn you though, the waterâs pretty cold, so, you know, what you feel wonât be like, the full Clarington package. Shrinkage is a bitch, man. Be glad you donât have to deal with it. Like, your dick just kinda tries to turtle up into your body andââ
âHunter,â Sebastian interrupted, stopping his best friendâs rambling. âStop talking.â
âRight. Okay. Cool.â
Hunter had started moving his finger slightly during his rambling, and Sebastian found himself inundated by curious sensations. The original warmth from Hunterâs first touch was spreading through his entire lower body, and while it wasnât unpleasant â quite the opposite, actually â it was unfamiliar and therefore a little scary. Not that Sebastian would admit to being afraid of anything. When one had Hunter Clarington as a best friend, one quickly learned to quash down fear of the unknown. A tiny, breathy sound came from his lips, Sebastian slamming his mouth closed as soon as he heard it, hoping that Hunter hadnât heard. For some reason, his skin felt more sensitive, and goosebumps rose along it in the water â which felt much cooler than it had before with the way his skin was heating. He knew he had a blush across his cheeks and ears, but Sebastian couldnât say why. The feeling Hunterâs finger was causing as it rubbed lightly between his legs reminded him somewhat of the pleasant sensation he used to feel when his mother would gently brush his hair when he was very young, back when she thought she had a little girl and not a little boy. The sensation, however, was more than that. It made him feel almost⊠tight, for lack of a better word. He squirmed slightly, and Hunterâs finger brushed over something that made him choke down a gasp.
His best friend, as usual, was oblivious. So oblivious that he snatched his hand away quickly, focusing on something else entirely. âOh, gross, dude. Tell me you did not just piss in the pool.â
âWhat?â It took Sebastian three tries to get the single word out, his tongue feeling heavy in his dry mouth.
âThe water. When you moved. It was warmer than the rest of the water. Tell me you didnât just piss on me.â
âItâs not piss, Hunter.â Sebastianâs hand shot out, the movement of it nearly knocking him the rest of the way into the water. It wrapped around Hunterâs wrist, pulling the other boyâs hand back between his legs. âYou are such a fucking idiot. Do you really not know how a pussy works?â
Hunter scoffed, not willing to show that while he knew, in theory, he really didnât know.
âCome on, Clarington,â Sebastian taunted, his hand releasing Hunterâs wrist to pull his swimsuit to the side. âYou wanted to see with your hands; get a good fucking look.â
If there was one thing Hunter couldnât walk away from, it was a direct challenge, and if that statement from his best friend was anything, it was a direct challenge. His hand moved through the water, returning to its previous position, the heel of his palm resting against Sebastianâs pubic bone while his fingers splayed, middle finger touching the otherâs lips.
A matching sound came from both boys, both of them too focused on themselves to hear the otherâs reaction. Hunter felt a full body shudder rush up his spine, while Sebastian felt Hunterâs fingertip just barely touching the outside of his lips. That warmth was still there, and the pad of Hunterâs finger pushed up slightly to feel the warm moisture that most certainly wasnât pool water. It was thicker, slicker, and as Hunterâs finger traced back and forth, Sebastianâs own fingers tightened on the edge of the pool where he was holding himself up.
Hunter was mesmerized. The warm, wet heat of the folds between his best friendâs legs felt amazing, and he found himself naturally inclined to let his finger part Sebastianâs lips as it moved forward, rubbing across his opening, the tip just barely dipping past before he drew it back, bringing the thick moisture with it until he felt a little nub of flesh. He rubbed the moisture against it, and Sebastian literally shook with the feeling. It felt like there were a thousand live wires connected to his body, all centering on that little spot Hunter was rubbing between his legs, and he didnât have words to tell him to stop, keep going, he didnât even know what he wanted.
Feeling the slickness leaving his fingers, Hunter slid them back again, along the seam of the otherâs pussy, once, twice, before he pushed past the lips again. This time, he felt the opening, and as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, he pushed. His finger kept moving, sinking deeper into Sebastianâs body until Hunter could push no further. He curled his hand, the heel of his palm sliding in the water until he felt it brush over that little nub, sending a fresh wave of shudders through Sebastian. Sebastian whined, his hips moving slightly on their own as he felt Hunterâs finger sliding in and out of him, the motion making him also rub circles over what he knew had to be his clit. Back and forth Hunterâs finger moved, slipping past his lips into his pussy to press along his warm walls, then back out again, sliding along the folds until his fingertip circled his clit. Once the pool water had washed away Sebastianâs natural moisture, Hunter would repeat the motion. Each pass made Sebastianâs body feel tighter and tighter, and he fought the urge to curl in on himself just as strong as he fought the urge to grind his hips down against his best friendâs hand. It felt like his entire body was tightening, drawing itself into a ball to implode into nothingness.
Amend that. With a choked sound, a whining, âHunt,â whispered between them, Sebastian felt like his body exploded into a million pieces. It was terrifying, but filled him with a sense of awe heâd never felt before. Hunter felt the way Sebastianâs body clenched and fluttered around his finger, and it was in that moment that he realized what had happened.
What lingering intoxication there was in Hunterâs veins vanished as he realized that heâd just fingered his best friend⊠until he came. Hunter hadnât even asked if it was okay. He hadnât even kissed him. And worst of all? Hunterâs dick was hard and begging either boy to touch it⊠preferably Sebastian. He pushed himself away, treading water as easily as if he were standing on land. His face and ears were red, and when Sebastian raised his eyes to look at him, Hunter was nearly jealous of the languid look to them when he still felt so riled up.
âHuntâŠ?â Sebastian asked, his limbs feeling loose and his mind carefree. âYou okay?â
âIâm sorry.â Hunterâs words came out in a rush. âIâm so sorry. I didnât mean to, I mean, I didnât even ask, and I just, you didnât, and then you did, and I didnât want to stop, andââ
âHunter,â Sebastian cut in, levelling a serious gaze at his best friend. He was gradually becoming more aware of what had happened, and while it was unexpected to say the least, it hadnât been⊠unpleasant. Quite the opposite. âWeâre cool.â
âCool.â Hunter looked like he breathed a sigh of relief, though as Sebastianâs eyes fell down between his legs, Hunter swam just a little further away. âOh, hey, um, I just remembered, thereâs um, something I need to take care of. And Momâll have my hide if I donât, so, if you donât mind, I think Iâll head home now?â
Hunter didnât wait for Sebastian to answer, hitting the edge of the pool and climbing out. As Sebastian watched, he saw the way Hunterâs cock was clearly visible in his swimsuit, pushing the tight material away from his body in an obscene way that, strangely, made Sebastianâs pussy clench. It didnât take a genius to know exactly what Hunter was going to be doing, and Sebastian was just comfortable with himself to be okay with that. Hunter had promised to show him his, but Sebastian⊠well⊠heâd just cash that promise in at a later date.
From princesmythe 's comment on:Â hunterâs a single father and one night he sleeps with one of his eighteen-year-old daughterâs friends, sebastian. then his daughter finds out.
Thanks to Em and newlionheart for the headcannoning assistance. <3
âTori?â Hunter called out as he heard the side door open and shut.
âYeah, Dad?â his daughter replied, poking her head into the kitchen where her father was seated at the table.
âWould you care to explain why thereâs been a boy parked in front of the house for the last twenty minutes?â he asked, looking up over his reading glasses at his beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girl â not so little anymore, Clarington, he had to remind himself. A couple years ago, Hunter would have approached the obvious suitor with little regard for his daughterâs social standing and likely scared him away, but one too many arguments that ended with slamming doors and broken dishes â Tori had her fatherâs temper, it seemed â had shown him that sometimes, you had to step back and loosen the apron strings. It would have been a thousand times easier if her mother hadnât practically disappeared from their lives seventeen years ago, leaving a first time father with a one-year-old little girl because she just âwasnât ready for kids.â Hunter had shown her and everyone else that thought he wasnât suited for raising a little girl. Tori had graduated in the top 10% of her class, was a starter on her schoolâs basketball team, and volunteered at the hospital where Hunter worked.
âSebastian!â the girl exclaimed, turning on her heel and heading towards the front door.
He didnât know who this âSebastianâ was, but Hunter would be certain to enlighten the young man soon enough on the caveats for dating his daughter. In the meantime, he slid his reading glasses back up his nose and went back to sorting through the mail.
---
âVictoria Evangeline Clarington!â Hunter roared, murder in his eyes as he stared at his topless daughter standing across the room from the boy seated on her bed.
Heâd only gone in there to ask if this Sebastian would be staying for dinner. The door wasnât fully shut, so heâd given the cursory light knock before pushing it the rest of the way open. And what he saw was a blatant violation of one of the few rules he had for his daughter. No drugs in the house. No drinking unless he was home to supervise. (He wasnât stupid enough to think she wouldnât do it, so heâd demanded that if she was going to, she was going to do it where he could keep an eye on her.) No sex while he was in the house, and always use protection.
âDad!â Tori shrieked, her arms coming up to cover her chest.
âJust because youâre an adult now and heading off to college in a few months doesnât mean you can suddenly ignore the rules,â Hunter seethed. âYou know I donât care if you have sexââ
âExcuse me? Sir?â Sebastian tried to pipe up, but he was overpowered by Hunterâs continuing diatribe.
ââbut you know that you are not to be having sex while Iâm in the house.â
âSir?â
âThatâs so not what weâre doing. Christ, Dad,â Tori complained, reaching down to grab her discarded t-shirt.
âYouâre walking around in front of a boy without a shirtââ
âMr. Clarington?â
ââwhat am I supposed to think?â
âHow about you not jump to conclusions?â Tori countered.
âHow about you tell me just why youâre walking around half naked then?â
âBecause it doesnât matter, Dad!â The girl rolled her eyes, looking skyward as if Hunter was acting ridiculous, a trait sheâd picked up from him.
âWhat are you even talking about, Tori?â
âWhat part of âit doesnât matterâ donât you get, Dad?â
âMr. Clarington?â Sebastian piped up again, this time a little louder. He had a small smirk on his face, and Hunterâs fists clenched as he fought the urge to wipe that smirk right off the little shitâs face. âIt really doesnât matter.â
âOh? And would you care to explain that, son?â
âFucking hell, Dad, Sebastianâs gay.â
Sebastian was⊠âOh,â Hunter said intelligently. The boy sitting on his daughterâs bed was⊠wasnât interested in her. Physically. He watched as that smirk widened on the boyâs face, his eyes shining with barely controlled laughter. âI see.â Hunter crossed his arms over his chest, glancing from his daughter to her friend as his ears heated with embarrassment. âDinnerâs in an hour, then. I expect Sebastian will be staying for lasagna?â
---
Within a month and a half, Sebastian was a near constant addition to the Clarington household. Nearly every day he was hanging out with Tori, and by extension, Hunter. He found the young man to be quite worldly, and he had a decent head on his shoulders, even if he did seem incapable of knowing when to just keep his mouth shut. Hunter liked the young man, and when his daughter asked if she could invite some of her friends to the annual Clarington family barbeque, he expected Sebastian to be one of them.
The day was warm, and between their relatives, a handful of friends from Hunterâs work, and Toriâs friends, their backyard was a full blown party. Hunter had started off manning the grill, but his father had taken over, claiming it was the Clarington patriarchâs duty. Hunter made sure to gather the keys of anyone who was drinking, pausing in the festivities to pull sleeping bags and the cot from the basement into the spare room and living room. Most of his hosting duties taken care of by other members of their family, Hunter slipped into his bedroom to change into his bathing suit, intending to take a dip in the pool.
The swim trunks sat low on his hips, the bright colour a contrast to his sun-tanned skin. While he wasnât exactly as cut as he was when he was 18, at 39 he still had enough muscle definition to not be embarrassed about walking around shirtless. While he was sporting a few grey hairs on his head, smile lines were starting to form under his nose, and his sides were a little squishier, he still knew he looked good. A couple of his cousins let out a wolf whistle, Hunter responding with a smirk and a middle finger before diving into the pool. He surfaced quickly, pushing his hair back off of his face as he let the water cool his heated skin. Always the good host, he glanced around, making sure everything seemed to be continuing smoothly. His parents were near the food, chatting with a couple of his work friends about Hunter recently deciding to go back to school for his BSN now that Tori was going to be out of the house. A group of his nieces and nephews were talking with Tori about what school she was going to, what she was majoring in, and how great college was going to be now that they were adults and their social lives wouldnât be hampered by constant parental supervision. Everyone seemed to be mingling well, something that wasnât uncommon for their annual family and friends gathering, but after a moment of just observing, he felt the telltale prickling sensation along the back of his neck, something telling him that he was being watched. He turned, treading water easily as he looked around, only to meet a pair of green eyes staring at him.
Sebastian.
Hunter gestured for the boy to join him in the pool, not realizing that the look coming from the boy went beyond mere appreciation for a body well maintained. There was an almost hunger there, a desire that made a line of goosebumps raise along Hunterâs arms before he had a chance to think on it further.
Sebastian walked slowly towards the edge of the pool, and Hunter couldnât help but look over the young manâs form. Sebastian was tall, nearly as tall as Hunter, but not as broad of shoulder. He would likely hit his last growth spurt in college, something that would take away the last of the baby fat that rode high in his cheeks. He was thin, frame lined with wiry muscle under freckle-dotted skin. His hips were narrow, and his legs still held that chicken-ish look to him that would eventually fill out to make a damn fine young man in a couple years.
Hunter wouldnât say that he hadnât looked at other men and women with appreciation â and maybe a little desire â but once Samantha had left him alone with a little girl, his whole focus had shifted from his own needs to the needs of his daughter. But now that she was an adult and leaving for college out of state in a couple months, his libido had apparently decided to make a comeback.
He watched the teenager carefully slide into the pool, a complete contrast to Hunterâs earlier dive. It almost looked like Sebastian was afraid to get his hair wet, the thought of that making Hunter laugh under his breath.
âWhatâs wrong, Sebastian?â he teased, lightly splashing the boy. âAfraid of a little water?â
âNo,â came the response, a pout right on its tail.
âNormally I canât keep you or Tori out of the pool,â Hunter commented, trying to prompt a response for why Sebastian had seemed solely focused on him since heâd gotten into the pool.
âMaybe I was just enjoying the view, Mr. Clarington,â Sebastian replied, leaning his face in close so only Hunter would hear.
âAnd did you like what you saw?â The lilt in Hunterâs voice was telling, and he found himself strangely comfortable almost flirting with his daughterâs best friend.
âIâd like to see more.â
âPlay your cards right, kiddo, and you just might.â
---
By one in the morning, most of the Clarington clan and Hunterâs work friends had left the party, leaving him sitting around a bonfire with a group of teenagers. Everyone had some sort of alcoholic beverage in their hands, and it was quickly becoming apparent to him that he was the odd man out. He finished his beer, glancing around at the teenagers before he stood. His knees popped as he did, something that he was slightly embarrassed about.
âEveryoneâs keys are in the jar, right?â he asked the group.
âYes, Mr. Clarington,â came the response.
âGood. Make sure you put the fire out before everyone passes out, and if anything happens, wake me up,â Hunter said, walking over to his daughter. He pressed a kiss to the side of her forehead with a soft âGoodnight, sweetheart,â before making his way inside.
Earlier, heâd changed out of his swim trunks and into a pair of shorts and t-shirt, but the shirt was stripped off as he made his way through the dark house to his bedroom. Hunter grabbed the key jar, bringing it with him into his room to ensure that nobody would be attempting to drive home after drinking. He turned on the bedside lamp next to his bed, listening to the house settle before the air conditioning kicked on. The jar was set on the nightstand as he unfastened his shorts, intending to strip down to his boxers before crawling into bed to sleep. He was exhausted from the long day and all the fresh air; Hunter wasnât exactly as young as he used to be.
âMr. Clarington?â
Hunter jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to come find him so soon. He looked to the door to see Sebastian standing there, leaning against the doorframe. âYes?â he asked, hands already reaching for his shorts again.
âSo⊠did I play my cards right?â Sebastian asked, quirking up an eyebrow even as his eyes looked pointedly at Hunterâs single article of clothing.
âWhat?â
âEarlier,â Sebastian continued, walking slowly into the room, closing the door behind him. âYou said that if I played my cards right, I could see more. So, did I?â
Hunter blinked. Then blinked again. He had said that. He didnât think Sebastian would take him seriously, but it seemed the young man had. His fingers twitched slightly, shorts falling from his grip as he looked at the way Sebastian seemed to be watching his every move. It was the same stare as before, the hunger there evident. Sebastian closed the distance between them, and Hunter found himself once again appreciating the long, thin lines of the boyâs body even hidden as it was by a pair of long shorts and a t-shirt. Â He didnât have long to look, though, as Sebastian lifted his chin, face coming in close before he pressed his lips against Hunterâs.
There were a thousand thoughts that raced through Hunterâs head even as his body responded. As he lifted a hand to cup against the boyâs jaw, he had a momentary internal freak out about how he was more than twice Sebastianâs age. He parted his lips, and he wondered if the boy was only doing it because he was drunk. While he tasted liquor on soft, pliant lips, a quick glance into his eyes showed them no more or less vibrant than usual. This was his daughterâs best friend, his teenage â sheâs 18, Clarington, a legal adult, and so is Sebastian â daughterâs best friend that was going to be going to college in a couple months, and he was more than old enough to be his father.
âMmm, Mr. Clarington,â Sebastian moaned against his lips, his body sliding forward to press against Hunterâs. The movement was familiar, there was no hesitance in it; Sebastian was no virgin, that was for certain. And the way he said âMr. Claringtonâ shouldnât have sent a shock of lust down his spine, but it did. He could feel Sebastianâs hard cock against his thigh even through the layers of clothing, and for a brief moment, he was a little jealous. He wasnât a teenager anymore, and while he was interested, it would take more than just a quick kiss to get him ready to go.
Long, dexterous fingers tugged up the boyâs shirt, tossing it aside before they moved to the waistband of his shorts, and Sebastian broke the kiss to push the rest of his own clothes â underwear and all â to the floor, leaving him completely naked. A small noise came from Hunterâs throat; he wasnât expecting to move so quickly. Was this how things were done now? All rush and no finesse? As Sebastianâs fingers landed on Hunterâs boxers, he gripped the young manâs wrist, breaking away from the kiss for a moment.
âThis is the only time Iâm going to ask,â he said slowly, making sure Sebastian understood what he was saying. âAre you sure?â
Sebastian nodded, a cheeky smirk sliding across his face. âMr. Clarington, Iâve been jerking off to the thought of you fucking me for a month now.â
Oh. Well then. That answered that, he supposed. His mind supplied a visual, since he had a perfectly good example of what Sebastian looked like naked right in front of him, of the boy laying back on his bed, hand between his legs, stroking quickly over his dick as he imagined Hunter nailing him to the wall with his cock. If that wasnât enough to get his own dick interested, he didnât know what would be. He released Sebastianâs wrist, letting him slide Hunterâs boxers to the floor until they were both standing there, completely nude. A brief moment of self-consciousness surfaced in Hunterâs mind. He knew he looked good for his age, but he was no young man in his physical prime. He had no problems with dysfunction, but he knew he wasnât going to be getting painfully hard. And with the way Sebastian seemed to be almost rutting against him, he assumed getting ready and staying ready wouldnât be a problem.
Hunter shifted their positions, gently leading Sebastian towards his bed. The teenager went willingly, more than willingly, and once the back of Hunterâs knees hit the edge of the bed, he sunk down onto it. The older manâs legs spread, making room for Sebastian there. The boyâs hands went to Hunterâs thighs, pushing them a little further apart as he sunk down to his knees, the sight of it causing Hunter to groan low in his throat as he looked up to the ceiling.
He was dreaming. He had to be dreaming. He had to be already asleep in his bed, and the booze and abundance of exposed skin from the day were just playing tricks on his libido. Hunter hadnât woken up to stained sheets in over a decade, but it seemed his body was reminding him that yes, his cock still worked, and that maybe he should think about using it once in a while. Except as he felt soft, warm lips part across the head of his dick, the shaft sinking further and further into molten heat, he bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out.
âYou taste so fucking good, Mr. Clarington.â Hunter looked back down, seeing the boy smirking up at him, his lips just resting against the head of Hunterâs cock. If this was a dream, kudos to his imagination for coming up with the single hottest thing Hunter had seen in ages.
He wanted to tell him to call him âHunter,â but the words died in his throat as he felt those lips wrap around him again and suck. Hunterâs hips bucked up once, and he could tell Sebastian was using every trick he knew to move everything along. But Hunter was older, wiser, more experienced, and had every intention of making his first sexual encounter since Toriâs birth last a little longer than a few minutes. Moaning after a particularly pointed draw, Hunterâs fingers slid into Sebastianâs hair, the digits tightening and holding him back.
âNot so fast, kiddo,â he says, his voice sounding gravelly even to his own ears. âWe have all night.â
---
There was an embarrassing moment when Hunter realized he didnât have any of the supplies they would need, but Sebastian left the room with a cheeky grin, returning shortly afterwards with condoms and lube. When Hunter asked where theyâd come from, Sebastian had dodged the answer until the elder man finally demanded one⊠and Hunter wished he hadnât been so persistent. He knew his daughter had sex, but the fact that they were using a condom and lubricant from her personal stash was more than a little weird.
From that point, everything went far smoother than Hunter anticipated. It seemed that he still had it, was still able to make the boy under him moan and shake. The âFuck me, Mr. Clarington,â when heâd been three fingers deep in Sebastianâs body broke his control. Though the teenager had already gotten off once, Hunter knew it wouldnât take long for him to be right there again, remembering what it had been like to be Sebastianâs age. When heâd finally let his own orgasm wash over him, theyâd been at it for well over an hour⊠and he collapsed on his side, breath coming in short gasps as he just stared at the young man lying sated on his back.
Neither of them said anything as Hunter pulled Sebastian in close, wrapping an arm around his shoulder after tugging the comforter up over them. He was so exhausted; he didn't remember sex being that intense. Absently, the elder man pressed a kiss to the teenagerâs forehead before settling in more comfortably to sleep.
---
âDad? Are we out of eggs?â
Consciousness returned to Hunter slowly, his eyes blinking away the sleep as he glanced towards his daughter standing in the doorway to his bedroom. âMmm, did you check behind the milk?â
âI did,â Tori replied, leaning against the side of the door.
âThen I guess weâre out of eggs, sweetheart.â Hunter yawned, attempting to sit up and stretch but finding something holding him down. Something was draped across his chest just under the covers and⊠oh. Oh shit.
âWhatâs wrong, Dad? Get a leg cramp or something?â the girl teased, rolling her eyes playfully before tugging gently on the comforter.
âOr something,â a voice piped up from beneath the covers.
Tori frowned briefly, her eyebrows knitting together before she tugged a little harder on the comforter, only to reveal the mop of messy brown hair atop her best friendâs head.
âOh. My. God.â
âTori, sweetheart, I can explainâŠâ
âSebastian!â Tori nearly shrieked, torn between covering her eyes and glaring both of them down. âYou fucked my Dad?â
âIf you want to be technical, he fucked me,â Sebastian replied with a small sleepy noise.
âI so didnât need to hear that.â
âTori, out,â Hunter said, clearly using his dad voice. âSebastian, up. Everyone is going to get decent, then weâre going to talk about this over breakfast.â
âOh, Iâm already up,â Sebastian teased, nuzzling his face against Hunterâs warm skin.
âI didnât need to hear that either!â Tori called back as she quickly shut the door behind her, skittering down the hall.
a fic where Sebastian is a freshman going to Dalton. An AU where Sebastian goes to Dalton and meets Hunter. Smaller Sebastian (But not a lot smaller/younger looking? idk, or he gets a growth spurt at some point) want: virgin Sebastian
Warnings: underage (Hunter is 16, Sebastian is 14)
Part 1Â Part 2Â Part 3
Two days later, Sebastian quickly made his way towards the senior commons, as prepared for his second audition as he could be. He'd been somewhat overwhelmed with being accepted onto the lacrosse and soccer teams, their practices nearly overlapping, and potentially getting into the Warblers was going to put his social calendar as a maximum.
He burst through the doors, out of breath as his eyes immediately sought out the clock on the wall. It was 3:45 on the dot, the exact time that he was told to arrive... and there were fourteen boys standing there, mulling about. Where were the other people? Sure, there were a few other boys from the first audition, but... there should be more.
"Freshman," he heard called out, and every boy in the room turned to look at him.
"Is this..." Sebastian started, his voice breaking slightly on the second word. His cheeks instantly flushed crimson as his gaze dropped to his feet.
"Something you'll have to get under control," Clarington said almost offhandedly.
"I... don't understand..." Sebastian's eyes turned back up to meet Clarington's, confusion clear in them.
"Oh, see, here's the funny thing," the older boy started, leaning back in the chair he was occupying. "The second round of auditions was yesterday--"
"And I missed it?" Sebastian nearly shrieked, his voice breaking again. But he didn't care. This asshole had told him two days, not the next day. "What the fuck, Clarington? You told me to come back in two days. If you didn't want me in your little club, you should have just said so."
There was a weighty silence that fell over the room, everyone staring at the irate freshman. The silence lasted a beat, two, while Sebastian seethed, and if looks could kill, Hunter Clarington would be a dead man.
But that asshole had the gall to start laughing.
"So glad I'm a fucking joke to you, Clarington," Sebastian sneered, running his hand through his hair to keep from launching himself at the laughing junior and choking the shit out of him. Fucking hell, if that asshole wanted to play games, fine, but Sebastian Smythe didn't play like that. "Fuck you. Fuck all of you." He turned on his heel, fully intending to stomp out of the room and focus all his energies on teams that actually valued him.
"Smythe." Clarington's voice carried, and the command in it made his feet pause. Sebastian's arms crossed over his chest, and he raised his eyebrow for him to continue before Sebastian lost his patience. "I think you misunderstand. Why don't you do me a favour and count how many boys there are in this room."
According to Sebastian, Clarington should really hope this wasn't another elaborate scheme to make him look the fool, or social status or no social status, he was going to break that already slightly crooked nose on that gorgeous face. He glanced around, lips moving slightly as he counted. One, two, three... there were fourteen boys, just as he counted before. "Fourteen," he answered, confusion starting to temper the anger flowing through him.
"Wrong," Clarington smirked.
"What do you mean 'wrong?'"
"You're forgetting to count someone."
"I'm..." Sebastian paused, realizing his error. He'd forgotten to count himself. "Fifteen."
Clarington nodded. "And how many members are there to the Warblers?"
There was another long pause as Sebastian tried to wrap his head around what Clarington was getting at. "Fif... fifteen?"
"Which means..." the older boy prompted.
"I'm... in?" Sebastian asked, not daring to get his hopes up.
Clarington laughed, the sound loud and rich and filling the air, and were Sebastian not half confused and half furious, it would have went straight between his legs, he was sure. "Gentleman, our research has yielded fruition. Let it be known that freshman can, indeed, be taught to count." As the other boys laughed, including nervous ones from the other two freshman in the group, Clarington looked Sebastian in the eye, his too perfect lips mouthing 'Congratulations,' he before he turned his attention back to the other Warblers.
"All right, fall in, boys," he called out. "Let's start with some scales to get those harmonies going."
As Sebastian joined the rest of the group, he found that his eyes kept moving back to Clarington, and not just because he was the leader of the group. He was torn, did he want to punch him because he was an even bigger asshole than Sebastian ever thought he himself was, or kiss him because the way he looked and carried himself did things to him? Upon further reflection, he finally decided.
Summary: They don't switch it up often, but when they do, neither of them wants to move for two straight days. Demanding Bottom!Hunter with a side of exasperated!Sebastian.
AN: Thanks go to princesmythe for helping out with some of the lines. Additional thanks to newspringrain for the scene changes. Hope this lives up to expectations!
The text was simple, as most of Hunter's texts were.
Dorm room. 4pm. Be late and I start without you. Bring lube.
So at 3:58pm on the dot, Sebastian opened the door to their shared dorm room, a small bottle of lube in his pocket, only to be met with a fully clothed Hunter. Not... what he expected at all.
"Is this a joke?" Sebastian asked, glancing around to make sure they were alone. Not that he was opposed to an audience, but he would like to know if he was expected to put on a show.
"The joke is how your dick isn't in my ass right now," came Hunter's reply.
Oh. Oh, that's what they were doing.
He usually bottomed in their relationship, and he was happy with that. Sebastian loved getting fucked, and Hunter loved fucking. It was a match made in the most pornographic heaven Sebastian could imagine. Sometimes, though, Hunter wanted to switch things up.
"I'm waiting, Sebastian," Hunter said, raising his eyebrow and looking bored and unimpressed. A feat, considering what they were about to do... and yet he still hadn't taken anything off other than his shoes.
"Just get fucking naked," Sebastian huffed, quickly divesting himself of his uniform and purposefully leaving it on the floor just to piss Hunter off. When he looked up, he saw that his boyfriend had done the same.
"Sebastian. Your fingers. My ass. Right now," Hunter demanded, climbing onto the bed and spreading his legs.
Whatever snarky comment Sebastian had about patience being a virtue was swallowed down as he bent over to fish the lube from his blazer pocket - a hard feat when he was trying to keep his eyes on the way Hunter was lazily stroking his rapidly hardening cock. So that was how it was going to be this time? Apparently, Hunter was just in the mood to get off, so the taller boy didn't waste any time with lingering touches or flirty kisses. It wasn't how they always fucked, but Sebastian would be lying if he said he didn't like how Hunter would occasionally want to just use him as essentially a living masturbatory device.
---
"Just like that," Hunter groaned, his hips stuttering upwards as he felt another brush of his boyfriend's long fingers against his prostate. "Right there, Bastian."
"I know where your prostate is," Sebastian mumbled, drowning out his mild complaint by brushing his fingers over the little bundle of nerves that Hunter was so fond of. The main reason he had gone with this chance to top his boyfriend this time around was the memory of how he felt the last time they did this; Hunter's body squeezing around him like a molten vice and pulling his orgasm from him almost without Sebastian's permission.
"Keep going," Hunter panted, his fingers curling into the sheets under him as his body writhed. "Fuck..."
There were a lot of things to be said about Hunter when he decided to bottom, the first of which would easily be hot damn. His boyfriend was damn near as hot as he was, maybe sometimes more when he climbed out of the pool during a swim meet in nothing but a sheet of water and a speedo, and the visual he presented when spread wide on Sebastian's cock was to die for. However, the very next thing that came to mind--
"Harder," came Hunter's breathy command. When Sebastian didn't comply fast enough for his lust-addled brain's liking, the, "I said, harder," trailed on its heels.
--was how infuriatingly bossy he was the entire time.
A twist and a press of Sebastian's fingers had Hunter making breathless noises again, and were it not for them, he would have been tempted to call the whole thing off. They'd been at this for what felt like days, and Sebastian had been achingly hard for what felt like hours. If the promise of being inside Hunter's hot, tight body when he came wasn't on the table, he would have jerked himself to completion long ago and left his boyfriend to fend for himself just for being such a demanding bitch.
"Come on," Hunter panted. "Are you going to fuck me or not?"
---
In any other scenario, Sebastian would have made a face at the way he felt sweat rolling down his spine, but he was balls deep in a red-faced Hunter Clarington and just couldn't be bothered to care about that. Hunter had insisted on so much stretching and fingering that when Sebastian finally did slip past his opening, he didn't have to wait for him to adjust. His hips pistoned in a constant motion, back and forth, in and out, and he knew that all he would need to get off himself was the tight constriction of Hunter's own release.
But that asshole had the audacity to look fucking bored.
Sebastian was putting every ounce of finesse he had into fucking him, and his asshole of a boyfriend was acting like he was doing nothing but sitting through Mr. Bennett's Chemistry class. Though his face was red and his dick was hard and leaking, Hunter still had that fucking hipster look of boredom that Sebastian hated. The only thing he needed was his goddamn glasses and he'd be the poster child for constant, unimpressed apathy.
"Could you fuck me like you mean it?"
Sebastian leaned back a little, readjusting the way Hunter's legs were settled against his hips.
"That doesn't feel like meaning it, Sebastian."
"Fuck you, Clarington," Sebastian growled.
"That's what I was hoping for," came Hunter's flippant response. "So, if you'd kindly get started on that..."
A low growl burst from Sebastian's lips. If he wasn't this close to getting off, he would pull out, jerk off and make sure his come landed right on that bored expression, then walk out. When this was over with, he was going to break up with Hunter. He was. He meant it. He couldn't put up with this. It was bullshit. He was fucking amazing in the sack, and for Hunter to act like he was about to start making shopping lists in his...
Hunter's lips split in a wide mock yawn, his upper body twisting as he reached for his phone.
Oh, fuck no. No, he did fucking not just do that. He was not going to start looking at shit on his phone while Sebastian was sweating his ass off trying to fuck his goddamn ungrateful boyfriend's brains out.
Sebastian's hand was fast, his grip tight as he pulled the phone from Hunter's fingers. Before Hunter could get out a "Hey!" he was chucking the device across the room, the shattering plastic sound more than satisfying.
"Goddammit, Sebastian, what the--oh, fuck... fuck, yes, just like that!"
Sebastian had redoubled his efforts in fucking what he was mentally calling his soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, forgoing finesse in favour of just pounding into him. Each thrust made his hips crash loudly into Hunter's, causing the headboard to bang against the wall with each motion forward. The rhythmic pounding seemed to sound in time with the beat of his heart and the sound of his blood echoing in his ears.
Hunter slid his legs upwards until his heels rested on Sebastian's shoulders, and the taller boy could tell the moment the change in position started brushing his cock over Hunter's prostate with every movement. Hunter let out a breathless cry, his fingers fisting the sheet under him as his whole body was rocked by the force of his boyfriend's thrusts.
Sebastian could feel it, the telltale tingle right behind his balls that signaled his orgasm was nigh, and just as he was about to reach around to wrap his hand around that ungrateful asshole he called a boyfriend's cock, he felt him spasming, his body clenching around him as Sebastian saw white splash up and hit Hunter high on his chest and neck. That was it. That was what he needed, and within two thrusts Sebastian was groaning his own release.
---
"That's what I was talking about, Bastian," Hunter practically cooed, having used his sock to wipe his release from his chest. "We should do that more often."
"Fuck you, Hunt," Sebastian grumbled, rolling onto his side to press his face against Hunter's neck.
"Yes. That is what we should do more often." Hunter's voice was a little rough but quiet, the boy turning his face to press a light kiss to his boyfriend's temple.
Summary: A series of unconnected drabbles that generally involve someone getting aroused at an inappropriate time.
AN: There was talk of awkward boners. This is the result of that. You're welcome.
AN2: If you would like to request something be added to the list, just drop a line in my ask.
"Whistle and Live were great, guys," Hunter said, pacing back and forth in front of the piano. "Excellent synchronization on everything, but a little more tack wouldn't hurt." Hunter's penchant for the photography club coming through in his description of their performance. "The tumbling was a great addition, but we need to add something more, something bigger."
Sebastian leaned back on the couch, folding one long leg over the other. There was something about watching his roommate - best friends with benefits behind closed doors - taking charge of a room that did things to the taller Warbler's nether regions that he honestly couldn't explain. The former military school boy's history was coming out in all the right places as Sebastian noticed the way Hunter's shoulders were back, spine straight as he continued pacing back and forth. His voice carried across the room, not too loud but with a certain cadence to it that was... inspiring. Like, Captain America level inspiring, if he ever admitted to watching the movies for more than just Christ Evans in spandex.
"I have a few ideas," Hunter continued, his eyes falling on each and every one of the boys in the room in turn. "Some of them might be hard--" he said, his gaze falling to Sebastian's eyes with a tiny smile touching the corners of his lips. "--but I know we're up for it."
Sebastian's eyebrow quirked up at Hunter's word choice, and he resisted the urge to snort in response. His eyes darkened as he watched him continue to pace.
Hunter, on the other hand, was in full-blown captain mode, inspirational words flowing from him like water. At various points, when talking about things that needed improvement, he made sure to meet eyes with the boys he was speaking about, knowing that it wasn't the time or place to call them out publicly. Not that he would, if they continued to improve. When he came back to Sebastian, his words stopped, drying up in his throat as his mouth dried. That look was... he knew that look. Hunter knew that look because he saw that look every time he watched Sebastian sink to his knees between Hunter's legs. He saw that look every time his roommate looked over his shoulder, bending at the waist to show his ass off in the tightest jeans Hunter had ever seen. Hunter saw that look every time his hands wrapped around Sebastian's wrists and held him down while he pressed into that oh so willing body.
Hunter blinked.
"Hunt?" Nick asked, leaning forward a little in his seat. "Are you okay?"
Hunter came back to himself, having somehow fallen into those liquid green eyes... again. He'd had experience with Sebastian's bedroom eyes and how much he could drown in them, but never had he dealt with them in public. "Sorry, lost my train of thought," Hunter tried to cover before he made the mistake of looking in Sebastian's direction again.
Sebastian sat, still just as attentive as ever, but those fucking eyes of his. They were locked on Hunter, and after a moment, his eyes trailed down Hunter's body, and the Captain could feel his gaze like a physical touch, searing across his skin until it settled on... Oh. Oh shit.
Leave it to Sebastian just fucking looking at him to give him a very particular problem. Especially since Dalton's uniform slacks hid absolutely nothing. Too abruptly to be natural, Hunter sank down onto piano bench behind him, his legs crossing slightly to try to hide the completely unexpected erection that was currently tenting his slacks.
"Bastian," Hunter said, licking his lips and not realizing he'd let the nickname slip past his mouth until after he'd said it. "Why, uh, why don't you show them that move we came up with?"
Sebastian's mouth split into a knowing smirk as he pushed himself off the couch. Which move were you thinking, Captain? he thought, certain Hunter could practically read his thoughts in his gaze alone. "With pleasure, Hunt," he nearly purred.
Summary: A series of unconnected drabbles that generally involve someone getting aroused at an inappropriate time.
AN: There was talk of awkward boners. This is the result of that. You're welcome.
AN2: If you would like to request something be added to the list, just drop a line in my ask.
It was a Tuesday, and that meant yet another mind-numbingly boring lecture on the life and times of dead presidents, also known as American history. Hunter hated going to that class since he'd already taken it at his previous school, so everything they were going over were things he'd already heard... in a far less monotonous tone.
The only saving grace seemed to be that he sat next to Sebastian, whose commentary about whatever the teacher was droning on about kept a smile on his face and forced him to swallow more than one laugh since the beginning of the year.
Today, it seemed, Sebastian didn't have any commentary, though. As Mr. Francavelli droned on, Hunter kept waiting... and waiting... but nothing. He turned to look at the boy sitting next to him at the table, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow. With a sigh, he leaned forward, folding his hands together, resigning himself to just listening to the lecture and trying not to fall asleep.
Right as he started to close his eyes, he felt it. The first touch of a fingertip against the back of his hand. Glancing up, the corners of his lips turned up when he noticed his boyfriend tracing small circles across his knuckles. It was nice, a little soothing, but also a little odd. Still, it was something far nicer to focus on than hearing about Ulysses Grant... again.
Just as soon as the pleasant touch was starting to lull him back into the desire to sleep, it left, and Hunter once again turned his head to look over at Sebastian. The other boy was watching their teacher talk, leaning his chin against his hand, elbow pressed against the table they shared. Huh. Seemed Sebastian was done. He shifted himself slightly in his seat, but as soon as he felt it, Hunter froze.
There were long fingers pressing against his thigh, just above his knee. He glanced down, only confirming that yes, those were Sebastian's fingers, and yes, they were starting to slowly, teasingly walk up his thigh. Hunter cleared his throat, shifting slightly on his chair again as the other boy just looked at him as if he were the one acting strange. Hunter did his best to return his attention to their teacher, and while Abraham Lincoln was one of the least boring dead leaders of their country, in his opinion, Hunter's attention still kept getting drawn to the fingers that were now slowly, gently massaging his upper thigh.
He wasn't sure if it was seconds, minutes, or hours that had passed as his boyfriend kept gently running his fingers along his thigh, bringing to mind every single time Sebastian had his hand there in the past few weeks. Whether he was holding his thighs apart as his tongue pressed eagerly against Hunter's opening or gripping tightly as the head of his cock slipped past his boyfriend's sinful lips or the way they tightened just so when Hunter pushed into him or...
Shit.
He looked up quickly, staring at Sebastian as he saw the way the other boy's smile slowly, ever so slowly, spread into a knowing smirk. He felt a single finger trail over his obviously tented trousers from root to tip, and he finally sucked in a hard breath. Loudly.
"Mr. Clarington? Was there something you wanted to add?" Mr. Francavelli asked, his voice changing in pitch for the first time since he started his lecture.
"No, sir," Sebastian chimed in, obviously trying not to laugh. "Hunt is just really excited about Lincoln."
Summary: A series of unconnected drabbles that generally involve someone getting aroused at an inappropriate time.
AN: There was talk of awkward boners. This is the result of that. You're welcome.
AN2: If you would like to request something be added to the list, just drop a line in my ask.
It occurred to Hunter, after the fact, that dating Sebastian Smythe was dangerous for his social image... and not in the way he'd originally imagined. This had nothing to do with the fact that most people assumed he was straight - their own fault, really - and that he'd be scandalized by dating another man. It also had nothing to do with Sebastian's reputation for sleeping around, though that had made him insist that once they were a thing, they were exclusive and would use protection until both their tests came back clean. And it certainly had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they were two sides of the same coin, both too much alike to get along 100% of the time and could throw down epic arguments over the most mundane things in the most public of places. No, absolutely none of that worried him.
The fact that Sebastian got a perverse sort of pleasure out of embarrassing the hell out of Hunter was going to be the death of him.
