What We Need || Huntbastian
WHO: Sebastian Smythe & Hunter Clarington WHEN: Monday, September 20; Night WHERE: Sebastian’s Home WHAT: After being kicked out of his own home by DoucheyMcDouche his father, Hunter turns to Sebastian for a place to stay. NOTES: the feels are real, l’eggo
Hunter smiled weakly at his driver once he pulled up to Sebastian's house, ignoring the sympathetic look that he received from the man and thanked him quietly. Grabbing his suitcase and backpack for school out of the trunk, he shut the trunk then headed up to the front door of the large Smythe home. He adjusted the strap of his backpack on his shoulder and rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for Sebastian come answer the door.
Sebastian had been a little on edge since Hunter told his dad had gotten physical-- he really wasn't a fan of physical violence-- and waited anxiously for his arrival. As soon as he heard the doorbell he made his way over, taking a moment to compose himself and to make it seem like he hadn't been waiting by the entryway for the past fifteen minutes. Opening the door, he took in Hunter's face, his split lip and nose, and winced as he reached out without thinking to cup Hunter's face, tilting his head a little. "Damn, that doesn't look good," he shook his head, dropping his hand to take Hunter's and pull him inside. "C'mon, I've come to the decision that you can in fact stay inside."
Hunter smiled a bit when Sebastian opened up the door for him and startled a bit when the other boy cupped his face. He merely shrugged his shoulders. "I knew he'd react this way, I don't know why I thought that it could go any other way. He's constantly saying shit about gay people and it's always homophobic...Hence the reason I didn't want to come out. I don't even know when I would have felt comfortable enough to come out. Probably college, honestly, but the anons seemed to have a different plan for me." Hunter allowed Sebastian to tug him inside the house and laughed, smirking at his friend. "Oh? Was I supposed to sleep out in the dog house original? Glad you had a change of heart, Smythe."
Sebastian frowned. "If it makes you feel better, my parents hate me, too. There's a reason this house is empty, they always find conveniently long business trips to go on," he told the other boy as he took his suitcase and backpack, carrying them into the front room for him. Mostly looking for an excuse to quickly move on from that subject, as he'd never confided that information in anyone before. He shot Hunter a smirk as he turned back to him, "Don't be silly, we don't have a dog house, I was going to give you a pillow and let you sleep on the porch swing. But then I figured I'd be stuck with you whining or something, so I might as well just let you stay inside."
Hunter frowned and nodded his head a bit. "If it makes you feel any better, I doubt my mom is going to even give a shit that the Commander kicked me out." He shrugged, letting the subject drop while following after Sebastian. His green eyes narrowed and he stuck his tongue out at Sebastian. "Excuse me, that's rude as hell. To think that you were the person I wanted to stay with the most and it wasn't because you were the first person I told and you were the first to offer, it was because I actually enjoy, some of the time, being around you. But you're totally right, I would whine and text you off my new phone until you let me in. I also doubt you would do it in the first place," A smirk overtook Hunter's face and he poked at Sebastian's chest. "You want to coddle me."
Sebastian 's smirk began to widen, until Hunter had one of his own and poked him, causing his mouth to drop entirely. "Wanted, past tense. The feeling has passed, you're too annoying now." He stepped around Hunter, purposefully knocking his shoulder a little as he passed, "I'm just going to get ready for bed. You should, too. It's a school night after all." He shot a wink over his shoulder before moving toward the stairs, calling behind himself, "Maybe you can make me feel differently about you tonight. If you really try, you might get some kisses."
Hunter gasped dramatically, his smirk turning into an amused grin. "Bitch, I am fantastic. How dare you think I'm annoying." He let out an annoyed grunt when Sebastian's shoulder bumped into his ow. He turned around and watched the boy walking toward the stairs. "We know I don't have to try that hard to get you to kiss me now that you know that I want you to and that you can." He snorted, hesitating before he started to follow after Sebastian up the stairs. His hesitation started to creep through. "Bas?" He asked in a quiet tone. "Um, where am I sleeping?"
Sebastian ignored Hunter's dramatics, keeping his back turned to hide the smile quirking his lips. He stopped halfway up the stairs, looking to Hunter with a small shrug, "Well, there's a guest room, and also two other empty rooms." He began counting off the other options on his fingers, taking a few steps as he spoke until he was back in front of Hunter. "Or a couch, the floor. We've also got an air mattress that could be blown up, and then there's always my bed. Take your pick.”
Hunter listened to the options and chewed on his bottom lip. He let out a long breath and sheepishly rubbed at the back of his neck. "I feel like an utter whiny ass bitch for saying what I'm about to say, but I kind of really don't want to be alone tonight so if you don't mind me crashing in your bed with you...that'd be really cool. I'd totally get it if you don't want me to though, personal space and all. You know what, forget it, the guest bed is fine." He began to ramble, a tendency he had when he got flustered or nervous, which didn't happen often. Well, except for around Sebastian.
Sebastian grabbed Hunter by the wrist as he started to ramble, not bothering to say anything, and pulled Hunter up the stairs behind him until they reached his room. "My bed is a fine choice, the pillows can even soak up your whiny ass bitch tears. And I'm not a big spoon." His room was dark save for a lamp on in the corner, the blinds drawn, and things messily organized around his bookshelf and desk. "The bathroom is through there," Sebastian pointed to a door to the far left of the room. "There's extra toothbrushes and shit in the medicine cabinet, if you need one or something. And the bed, you know well," he winked. "Need anything else?"
Hunter shut up as soon as he felt the other boy's fingers curl around his wrist and dumbly followed after him into the bedroom. "I don't have any whiny bitch ass tears, you cock." He huffed, rolling his eyes. "Of course you're not," He looked around the room, not being able to help himself from fixing some of the things on Sebastian's desk until it was all organize and suddenly realized what he was doing when Sebastian spoke up. "Uh, sorry. Bad habit." He looked over where Sebastian pointed and nodded his head. "Um, no. I just need to go get my bags...thanks again, Bas." He stopped, suddenly walking over to Sebastian and kissed the other boy's cheek then left the room to go back downstairs to grab his things.
Sebastian froze for a moment with Hunter's lips on his cheek, coming back to himself as the boy was almost out of the door. "Don't mention it," he muttered to his back, ignoring the heat he felt growing over his face. He turned to his dresser once Hunter was out of the room, changing into a pair of sweats and pulling his shirt off. He usually slept in much less, but considering his new bed company and the events of the day he figured he should at least act modest. He'd already gone through the rest of his nightly routine, just to give himself something to do while he waited for Hunter, so he moved on to turning down the bed, keeping his mind busy and willing the flush from his face.
Hunter stopped once he got to the front room, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He took a deep breath and tried to collect himself before he finally picked up his backpack and suitcase. Coming back to the room, Hunter blushed a bit seeing Sebastian shirtless then rolled his eyes at himself. He saw the boy naked just practically two or so days ago. Grabbing just a pair of basketball shorts, Hunter went into the bathroom and got ready for bed. "I hope you're proud of yourself." Hunter stated once he left the bathroom, just in the basketball shorts and the bruises on his hips were still very apparent along with the hickey.
Sebastian sat on the edge of his bed once Hunter re-emerged from the bathroom, looking at him in confusion for a moment before his eyes fell down Hunter's body to the finger-shaped bruises along his hips. He didn't even try to hide the proud smile as he hummed, "Very much so. The hickey looks pretty lonely up there, though. Maybe we should fix that." He let out a heavy sigh, stretching his arms as he leaned back on the bed. "Another time, of course, as you've still not made it back into my good graces enough to deserve that kind of treatment."
Hunter rolled his eyes, a smile playing at his pink lips. "Your good graces? Fine, maybe I don't even want to be in them in the first place." He shrugged indifferently, plopping down onto the edge of the bed. He glanced over at Sebastian and just let out a snort. "What exactly am I supposed to do to get back into your 'good graces', hmm?" Hunter raised an eyebrow and nudged his foot against the boy's leg.
Sebastian shrugged, glancing back at Hunter with a sly smile, "I don't know, I'll figure it out when you get there." He looked away again, because if he were being honest, he still really wanted to give Hunter that hug, and make up for that missed make out session, and also just make Hunter feel a little better about being out through really awesome and very gay sex... But Sebastian wasn't honest, and instead kept his desires to himself, because he was settled into an act and he could not let Hunter win like that. He'd already admitted to caring about him, that was all Hunter was going to get out of him easily today. Though the idea of kissing Hunter not worrying about them watching and making things worse was still prominent in his mind.
Hunter chuckled and just shook his head. "I think I'll just go to bed then if you're going to be all mysterious and shit." Hunter was drained from the events of the day, waves of an overwhelming nauseous feeling would hit him when he recalled the messages then the way his father reacted to him being gay. He sighed weakly, running a hand through his hair and rested a hand against his stomach as if that would stop the churning feeling. Hunter moved from the edge of the bed and stood up. As much as he felt like sleeping, with his mind running a million miles per hour he just couldn't.
Sebastian looked back at Hunter when he felt the boy's weight lift from the bed, smile dropping and brows furrowing. "Are you okay?" He asked, sitting up and watching his friend for a moment before thinking Fuck it. He grabbed for Hunter's arm, pulling him back to the bed and speaking quietly, "You probably should just sleep." He put his arms around Hunter, holding him the way he'd almost been dying to since he heard about his father's reaction. "For one night I can be a big spoon. But, I want to set the record straight, this is not me breaking, this is me feeling bad for your sorry ass." He pressed a light kiss to the back of Hunter's neck, tightening his hold around him, "Never mentioning this again is how you get back into my good graces."
Hunter blew out a long breath, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit jittery." A surprised noise when he was pulled back onto the bed. He looked at Sebastian, resting his head on the pillow and didn't say anything for a long while. "Well, I rather you not feel sorry for me. I'm getting enough pity as is, Sebastian. So, just...don't." His jaw clenched and he shook his head. "Don't worry, I rather not tell everyone how you pity me. I'm sure I'll be getting enough sad looks tomorrow to accompany the whispers about the homo who came out. So it won't even be mentioned, don't fucking worry, Bas." He squirmed a bit in an attempt to shove off Sebastian's arms.
Sebastian felt his stomach drop at the sound of Hunter's voice, realizing he'd stepped over a line this time with his assholery. He only held tighter around Hunter's waist as he felt the boy squirm, "You're upset and hurt and have every right to snap at me like that, but don't." He chewed at his lip for a moment before letting out a sigh and continuing, "It's not pity, I feel bad because you're my friend -- pretty much my only friend-- and you've been through a lot of shit in a short amount of time. And you don't deserve any of it." He shook his head a little, pressing himself closer. "And as your friend, I am going to lay here and hold you because you can't lie to me and tell me you didn't want this. And tomorrow I'll still be with you if you need an extra push of courage to get past those idiotic whispers, and I'll do anything you need to help you get through this."
Hunter stop squirming as soon as he felt the grip tighten around him and Sebastian began to talk. "I'm sorry." Hunter said quietly when Sebastian told him not to snap. "It's been a...tough day least to say. I just wasn't ready for such a shitty fucking day to happen to me. I...just thank you for all you're doing for me, Bas. I know I'm being whiny and being an utter asshole right now but it means a lot." He glanced back slightly over his shoulder at Sebastian. "Thank you...I did want this and I kind of needed it, too. And don't worry, I won't mention it again. Keep your 'non-caring' persona up for the masses." He chuckled and looked back away. "Oh, and I'm totally sucking your dick sometime this week, just fyi."
Sebastian shushed him, pressing his lips to the side of Hunter's neck, "It's okay, I know.. And you're welcome." He felt a sense of relief at hearing Hunter's chuckle and couldn't help letting one of his own slip after Hunter's words. "Yes, you definitely are, I won't argue that." He moved one arm from around Hunter long enough to grab his comforter and pull it over the both of them before cuddling back up to Hunter's back. "Now, go to sleep, Clarington. You could use it.”
Hunter couldn't help the noise he let out from the kiss to his neck. "Weak shot, Smythe. Weak shot." He laughed a bit, snuggling underneath the blanket and rolled his eyes. "Oh no, Hunter, you're fine! You're not an asshole, you're amazing!" Hunter exclaimed, "Awe, why thank you, Bas!" He laughed and relaxed against the other boy. "Okay, okay. Goodnight, Bas...Sleep tight." He mumbled, shutting his eyes and drifted off within seconds.