#f2f: hunter

[modelsmythe]

F2F ⇆ HUNTBASTIAN 05

It took a twisted mind to be a producer on a reality television show. That was the only explanation as to why they went out of their way to make sure Sebastian was stuck with tasks that left him miserable, though he had to admit that working in a food truck seemed like a step up from cleaning, even if it was with Clarington. Plus it was a smoothie truck so he hoped that meant he wouldn’t end the day covered in sweat and smelling like grease. And he could appreciate the irony in them having to make smoothies together considering their history.

While he’d been told in advance of what time he needed to be on the truck, that hadn’t stopped Sebastian from enjoying himself the night before, which led him to sleep in a little too much. That would have all been fine, but he wasn’t about to spend his day in a food truck and not look his best. It wasn’t until his hair finally looked perfect-- about 45 minutes later than when he was scheduled to start working-- that he made his way out to his new job for the day, not at all surprised to see Hunter was already there. 

“Morning, Sunshine,” he greeted with a wide grin, already prepared for the attitude he was about to get from the other man for being so late. “If I have to wear an apron, I’m out.”

[sigmasmythe]

huntbastian ⇆ february 22nd.

Sebastian didn’t know quite what it was that had him texting Hunter while at a party, but once the other man replied to him, he couldn’t stop himself, even if he doubted he was making much sense in most of his messages. As annoying as he’d found Hunter in the past, his housemate was starting to grow on him. Just a little. It certainly helped that if Hunter ever said anything particularly annoying, Sebastian could just shut him up with a kiss without worrying about getting smacked in the back of the head. Probably.

He stumbled out of his Lyft and made his way into the house, finding his way to Hunter’s dorm and letting himself in, not at all surprised to find the other man sitting at his desk working. “Ugh, stop,” he groaned, rolling his eyes as he shut the door behind him and locking it before walking over behind Hunter. “Do you ever stop working?” he asked as he leaned down to wrap his arms across Hunter’s chest, his lips brushing against his neck. “And if you say you took a break just now to read a book, I swear I’ll strangle you.”

[ginandsmythe]

huntbastian ⇆ november 2nd

Sebastian lived for the weekend. After spending some of his freshman year on academic probation, he’d become better at dedicating more time during the week to his classes and keeping his grades in check, but when the weekend came, all bets were off. Class could wait. He wasn’t about to spend the best years of his life stuck in a library on a Saturday night. 

By this point in his college career, Sebastian knew who threw the best parties and which clubs and bars in the city had the hottest, gayest men. The men at Ginsburg could only keep him occupied for so long, so every so often he had to venture off campus for a good time. That was how he ended up at a house party two towns over. He’d heard about it from a friend of a friend and figured it couldn’t hurt to check out. 

After picking out a fitted shirt and jeans that showed off his best assets, Sebastian took a Lyft to the address he’d been given, knowing he would either be going home with someone else or bringing someone home with him. Either way, he didn’t plan on being in a state in which he could safely drive, not with the week he’d had. That was why it didn’t take long for him to down a few drinks as he flirted and danced with a number of men who caught his eye, none of them quite feeling worthy enough of him spending the entire night with them. 

It wasn’t long after his fourth drink that Sebastian started feeling lightheaded. He’d been drinking regularly since he was 14, so he knew how to handle his alcohol. It took quite a bit for him to get a buzz going, especially with the cheap college drinks that these parties always served, so he knew something was off. He nearly tripped over himself as he tried to get himself out of the overcrowded living area, the room spinning around him as he struggled to get to the door, the music too loud as he tried to focus on walking without falling and making an idiot of himself. He’d had too much to drink before, but never like this. Something was wrong. His vision blurred as he stumbled out of the room and into a nearly empty dining area, realizing he had no idea where the front door was. He’d sworn it was this way. Fuck.

“Hey there, Gorgeous. You okay there?” a man Sebastian had been dancing with earlier asked, the stranger’s grip a little too firm on his arm and the sound of his voice both muffled and too loud at the same time. 

“I’m fine,” Sebastian muttered, words slurring together as he tried and failed to pull away, hating how none of his muscles were working the way he needed them to. If he could just get away from this guy, he could get his phone out and order himself another Lyft. He had no idea what was happening, but the sinking feeling in his stomach was enough to tell him that this guy wasn’t going to help him.

[formerclaringtonsmythe]

f2f 002 ⇆ february 8th

Sebastian was tired of not having fun. He’d promised himself that he’d never turn into one of those people who got boring and forgot how to have a good time, and he was going to keep that promise, with or without Hunter.

Normally when he went out with his friends, he kept his drinking under control, which had never been difficult for him. If he wanted to get drunk, he really had to try. He’d always had a high tolerance and could count on one hand the amount of times he’d gotten drunk on accident. This wasn’t another one of those times. Sebastian had gone out with every intention of drinking too much. He wanted to have a good time, and he knew that drinking beyond logical thought was the easiest way to make that happen. For one night, he just wanted to stop thinking about how much his relationship with his husband had changed for the worse.

His phone died at some point during the night, but Sebastian stopped caring about everything a few drinks ago. Besides, Hunter wasn’t drunk the other night when he ignored Sebastian’s texts. At least he had an excuse to not get back to his husband, not that Hunter cared. He was probably still at work and hadn’t had the chance to give Sebastian a second thought.

The process of getting from the bar to his apartment was a blur, but he remembered getting into a car with his friend, Gabriel, who had insisted that he ride home with him to make sure he made it safely back to his place. Sebastian had repeated the entire time that he was fine and could make it home on his own, but hadn’t pushed Gabe away as his friend helped him up to his apartment. He handed over his keys so that Gabe could let them both in, and he would have stumbled into the apartment if it weren’t for Gabe supporting him. “Hey, Hunter,” Gabe greeted as he closed the door behind him, flashing Hunter an apologetic smile. “I’m really sorry. One second he was fine, and the next…” He trailed off, gesturing to Sebastian. “He usually handles his liquor better than this, but I guess he had one too many.” Sebastian scoffed as he pulled away from Gabe, swaying a little before steadying himself. “You say that like I blacked out; I’m fine,” he mumbled, slurring his words as he ignored Gabe’s worried expression.

[quinnofcastleport]

truth or scare | quinnter | 10.31

QUINN: Quinn did not believe in ghosts, except for when she did. Far away from the warm, familiar glow of Castleport proper, closer to the shadows of the woods, bundled against the cold, following anonymous instructions, it was a lot harder to focus on what was real, on what was provable, with science and logic. She did not believe in ghosts, or monsters, or anything that went bump in the night, but. But.

She locked her car behind her and pulled her phone out to serve as a flashlight as she made her way the short distance to the front door of Castle House. She was so focused on there being nothing, nothing, nothing there, that when she realized there /was/ a shape emerging from the shadows, it was only her hand slammed to her mouth that kept her from screaming. "Hunter!" Quinn squeaked, letting out a breath of relief when she realized he wasn't a demon or a devil or a vampire or anything other than the boy she'd known all her life. "I didn't--you got a note, too?" It was kind of a stupid question, she realized, but her heart was hammering too hard in her ribs to care about that.

"Would--you care to walk in with me?" Quinn asked, glancing from him to the big, sturdy, old doors in front of them. "If this is anything more than a prank, anyway. I doubt we'll even be able to get in."

But it wasn't a prank. Quinn could almost feel it - the feeling that something was about to happen, or that something was happening, and that if she could just put the pieces together...

[winksmythe]

Valentine’s Day ⇆ Hunter & Sebastian

Sebastian let out a satisfied sigh as he rested his head back on his pillow, his chest slowly rising and falling as he caught his breath. He’d specifically wanted to spend his birthday with Hunter because he knew his friend never disappointed him in bed, plus he was one of the few real friends he actually had. Hunter had gone above and beyond to make sure Sebastian had an incredible night between the romantic dinner and a fun night out at one of his favorite clubs. It had always been frustrating to share a birthday with such a lame holiday, but Sebastian always found a way to enjoy himself; this had just been a much less lonely way to spend it. He hadn’t even told Hunter that it was his birthday. While they had gotten fairly close over the past few months and spent more time together than most people probably did after meeting on an app, Sebastian still wasn’t sure of the boundaries of their relationship; he didn’t want Hunter to stress over wondering if he should get him a gift or anything, especially since they had just celebrated Christmas just a month and a half earlier. He glanced over at the flower on his nightstand table and smiled to himself. It had definitely been a nice touch to start the evening off with, though Sebastian wasn’t sure if it had been for Valentine’s Day or just because Hunter wanted to really live up to his reputation of impressing him. Part of Sebastian was worried that the gesture was a sign that Hunter was getting a little too attached; Hunter had mentioned having feelings before and while Sebastian wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he could handle them keeping things casual, he was starting to think that might not always be the case. But Hunter hadn’t said anything yet and until he did, Sebastian had every intention of keeping up this little friendship with benefits deal that had been working so well for them so far. “Thank you again, Tiger,” he murmured softly as he turned back to face Hunter, smiling as he reached his hand up to trace his fingers up and down the warm skin of Hunter’s bicep. “This is the best birthday I’ve had in awhile.”

[tainted-s-blog]

the crooked inch // f2f

Samuel chugged the last sip of the scotch in his glass and licked his lips savouring the wooden taste.  He had set up a meeting with @huntertheclient,  Clarington,  which was a big last name in the Upper East side.  The man took the set of keys to the suite and walked up the stairs.  He was wearing a spandex black t-shirt with a v-neck and a pair of blue jeans with a leather belt.  The suite would be open for Hunter,  so he was the second to enter the room.  It was one of the best suites at Madame X.  It was expensive too,  but he was sure Hunter had no problem with that.  Samuel locked the door behind him and gave the male a crooked smile.  “Hi there,  is the suite good enough?”

Samuel looked at the 2 meter wide bed and comfortable blankets.  He walked across the room and opened the cabinet with the alcohol, juices and water.  Sam opened another scotch bottle and poured two fingers in two small glasses.  He walked upon Hunter and gave him one of the glasses.  “For the inches you will be taking in.”  The blonde man smiled at him.  He was a little taller, but not fitter.  Both of them were packing muscles.

[richiebitch-sugar-blog]

Hotties & Toddies | Sugunter

As the Uber driver pulled into the Clarington residence, Sugar pulled out a stack of bills and shoved it in his palm. She shifted in her seat, unbuckling, and grabbing her things from the vacant seat next to her. Sebastian had offered to take her home after their night out, but Sugar felt lame to tucker in bed on the final night of winter break at an exceptionally early 12:00 a.m. The night was young. Exiting the vehicle, she opened the iMessage thread from Hunter. “So, is the sergeant gonna freak if I come through the front door? I mean, I’m in pumps and it would be rather hard to scale the side of your house, but I’ve had some practice over the years.” Sugar hit send and walked up the sidewalk towards the entryway of the house, awaiting a response from Hunter before making her way inside.