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Five years away from the place you called home. Five years reevaluating your life, your choices, the path you’ve taken to get from then to now. Five years learning just what it would take to drive you to kill. Five years learning, honing, wielding the darkness inside you. Five years learning where your humanity ends and the monster you cultivated begins. Five years, shifting your priorities, the way you looked at the world, who you were down at your very core to survive - and later, to thrive.
Five years without looking in a mirror to see if the skin has changed as much as what lies beneath.
If you're still taking prompts can you do Wally/Bart with something about nightmares?
AN: So sorry this took so long. My Hal muse returned and he didn’t want to let anyone else come out and play. ^_^
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It was nearly dawn when Wally heard it. A sound, coming from the room down the hall. He knew that sound, had heard it more times than he’s like to admit. A whimper. A whine. And in a flash, Wally was standing in the doorway to Bart’s room.
The younger speedster was making small, pained noises in his sleep, his body shifting back and forth. Wally’s eyes narrowed as he tried to make out anything concrete in the dim light. He didn’t think Bart had gotten hurt, and knowing the younger man’s quick healing, if there had been something, it would have healed hours ago. He wanted to walk over, to gently shake him awake, set him free from whatever nightmare was plaguing him, but Wally knew better. He and Bart didn’t get along at the best of times, outright fighting more often than not. Anything he did would just be shrugged off by the headstrong boy anyway. Frowning, he waited, standing in the doorway like some kind of sentinel, until Bart’s movements stopped.
With a sigh, he returned to his own bed. Great. Now he couldn’t sleep. He kept his eyes closed anyway, knowing that he had to get up early for work… and get Bart up just as early for school. He heard the whimpering start again, but he kept his eyes as closed as his ears open. His brows furrowed as he heard them stop with a gasp, Bart surely awake at that point.
Wally was nearly back asleep when he heard his door open and close, a small curse entering the air from near the doorway as it creaked slightly. Wally kept his eyes closed, unsure what Bart was doing, but not wanting to startle him into another round of defensive bickering again.
The sheet was lifted, but Wally didn’t move. The bed dipped with a weight not his own, but still Wally didn’t move. He felt a warm, compact body press up against his own, but Wally continued feigning sleep. He heard a sigh, this one almost… content? Without meaning to, Wally’s arm slid around Bart’s body, spooning him in closer. A gasp left Bart’s lips, but still, Wally said nothing. He could feel the young speedster bristle slightly, knowing that Wally was, indeed, awake and likely had heard him.
Bart waited for Wally to say something, to make fun of him for being so childish, but it never came. All there was was the warmth of Wally’s body and the security that being spooned up against it provided.
"This doesn’t leave this room, West," Bart grumbled sleepily.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about, kid," Wally replied, yawning against Bart’s hair.
Odds of finishing today's huntbastian week prompt before the end of the day don't look good. And tomorrow's theme is pretty uninspiring. More than a little glad they decided to give us a second week, especially since the whole thing kinda came outta nowhere.
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. You’re 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 hunter’s prostate when sebastian moves and it takes two thrusts and then he’s coming without being touched (◕‿◕✿)
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.
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 Clarington’s 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, “You’re on my team, new kid. I hope you know how to play kickball,” they were inseparable. Wherever you would find one, the other wouldn’t be far behind.
So it wasn’t 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 – guitar for Hunter, piano for Sebastian – they’d decided that year, they would try out for their school’s choir together.
But there was still an entire summer to get through before any of those thoughts even crossed their minds again.
“She was so old, Bas,” Hunter laughed, splashing Sebastian as he just dangled his legs in the pool. “She had to be, like, a hundred or something.”
“She wasn’t a hundred, dumbass,” Sebastian returned, rolling his eyes.
“Dude, she would’ve busted a hip if someone knocked her over.”
“As much as I love hearing how little old ladies hit on you… oh wait. No I don’t.”
“You just wish someone would hit on you,” 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.
“It’s too fucking hot,” Hunter complained as he floated by on his back.
“Then let’s go back inside where the air conditioning is,” Sebastian suggested, tilting his head towards the back door.
“And waste this perfectly good sunny day?”
“Make up your mind, Hunt. Either you want to be in the sun or you don’t want to sweat your balls off. Just fucking pick one. Drama queen.”
“Don’t be a bitch,” Hunter chuckled back, casually flipping his best friend off before rolling onto his stomach to tread water. A few minutes later, Hunter spoke again. “You know what my dad says when it’s this hot? He says nothing beats an ice cold beer.”
Sebastian hesitated a moment before speaking, his voice a little quieter. “My dad keeps the poolhouse fridge stocked with beer,” 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.
“This is disgusting,” Hunter complained, making a face after taking a sip.
“You’re the one that wanted it,” Sebastian answered, his own face one of disgust.
“Maybe if we drink more of it, it’ll get better.”
“That’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard. If it’s gross now, why won’t it be gross after three or four?”
“Just shut up and drink it.”
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.
“Beer still tastes gross,” Sebastian said, his words a little slurred as too bright eyes looked over at his best friend.
“I dunno,” Hunter said, swimming closer to the other boy. “It’s not undrinkable.”
Sebastian rolled himself into the water, the splash making a fresh set of giggles come from Hunter’s lips as the other boy resurfaced. He leaned against the side of the pool, elbows holding him upright.
“Can I ask you something?” Hunter questioned, swimming just a little bit closer, a hesitance in his voice that was uncharacteristic for the normally brash boy.
“You just did,” Sebastian teased, sticking his tongue out.
“Shut up, dumbass.” Colour rode high along Hunter’s cheeks as he licked his lips. “I’m being serious. And it’s kinda personal, so you can tell me to fuck off, if you want.”
With a gesture, Sebastian indicated that Hunter should continue. If it was too bad, he’d just punch the other boy, and they’d be done with it. It wouldn’t be the first time Hunter had asked him a stupid question and got punched for it.
“Why do you tuck your dick up in your suit?” Hunter gestured weakly towards his best friend’s groin, the flat plane of abdomen a distinct contrast from the way the front of Hunter’s own bathing suit appeared.
Sebastian bit his lip. Hunter knew that he was different, but he’d never asked how different before, and Sebastian had never offered. It was something he wasn’t exactly embarrassed about, but he wasn’t 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 couldn’t tell him, who could he tell?
“… because I don’t have one,” he whispered, eyes downcast even as he briefly glanced up through his lashes at his best friend.
“So… you’re like a doll down there?” Hunter asked, swimming just a tad bit closer.
“No, asshole, I’m like a fucking girl,” Sebastian snapped. God, Hunter could be so dense sometimes. “Jesus Christ, you’re an idiot.”
It took all of three beats before Hunter’s next alcohol-induced question bubbled past his lips. “Can I see it?”
“What?”
“Come on, Bas. Lemme see it. I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just wanna see it.” There was a pause as Hunter came up with, what he thought was, the best idea ever. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“What are we, two?” Sebastian scoffed.
“Aw, come on, man,” Hunter pushed, treading water even closer. “I’ve never seen one, and you’ve never seen a dick. Just a peek. Then we can, I don’t know, go inside or some shit.”
Sebastian hesitated. He honestly couldn’t come up with a reason not to agree with Hunter’s drunken logic, his own alcohol fuddled brain only coming up with the childish excuse that ‘it’s your private parts, and you keep them private.’ 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. He’d chide him and go kicking and screaming, but he’d still trust him with his life. Why couldn’t he trust him with a quick peek?
“Fine,” Sebastian finally conceded, a warm feeling settling in his chest at the bright and open smile from the other boy. “But just one, and afterwards, we go inside and play Mario Kart. And I get to be Yoshi.”
“Cool.”
Hunter closed the rest of the distance between them, and as he peered through the clear water, he couldn’t stop his hand from moving forward. His palm cupped gently against Sebastian’s 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. “You don’t see with your hands, Clarington.”
“Dude, I can’t see anything through the water,” Hunter said, his gaze still downwards as he tried to peer past the water to see more clearly. “Besides, you can totally do the same to me. I should warn you though, the water’s pretty cold, so, you know, what you feel won’t be like, the full Clarington package. Shrinkage is a bitch, man. Be glad you don’t have to deal with it. Like, your dick just kinda tries to turtle up into your body and—“
“Hunter,” Sebastian interrupted, stopping his best friend’s rambling. “Stop talking.”
“Right. Okay. Cool.”
Hunter had started moving his finger slightly during his rambling, and Sebastian found himself inundated by curious sensations. The original warmth from Hunter’s first touch was spreading through his entire lower body, and while it wasn’t unpleasant – quite the opposite, actually – 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 hadn’t heard. For some reason, his skin felt more sensitive, and goosebumps rose along it in the water – 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 couldn’t say why. The feeling Hunter’s 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 Hunter’s 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. “Oh, gross, dude. Tell me you did not just piss in the pool.”
“What?” It took Sebastian three tries to get the single word out, his tongue feeling heavy in his dry mouth.
“The water. When you moved. It was warmer than the rest of the water. Tell me you didn’t just piss on me.”
“It’s not piss, Hunter.” Sebastian’s hand shot out, the movement of it nearly knocking him the rest of the way into the water. It wrapped around Hunter’s wrist, pulling the other boy’s hand back between his legs. “You are such a fucking idiot. Do you really not know how a pussy works?”
Hunter scoffed, not willing to show that while he knew, in theory, he really didn’t know.
“Come on, Clarington,” Sebastian taunted, his hand releasing Hunter’s wrist to pull his swimsuit to the side. “You wanted to see with your hands; get a good fucking look.”
If there was one thing Hunter couldn’t 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 Sebastian’s pubic bone while his fingers splayed, middle finger touching the other’s lips.
A matching sound came from both boys, both of them too focused on themselves to hear the other’s reaction. Hunter felt a full body shudder rush up his spine, while Sebastian felt Hunter’s fingertip just barely touching the outside of his lips. That warmth was still there, and the pad of Hunter’s finger pushed up slightly to feel the warm moisture that most certainly wasn’t pool water. It was thicker, slicker, and as Hunter’s finger traced back and forth, Sebastian’s 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 friend’s legs felt amazing, and he found himself naturally inclined to let his finger part Sebastian’s 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 didn’t have words to tell him to stop, keep going, he didn’t even know what he wanted.
Feeling the slickness leaving his fingers, Hunter slid them back again, along the seam of the other’s 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 Sebastian’s 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 Hunter’s 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 Hunter’s 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 Sebastian’s natural moisture, Hunter would repeat the motion. Each pass made Sebastian’s 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 friend’s 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, “Hunt,” whispered between them, Sebastian felt like his body exploded into a million pieces. It was terrifying, but filled him with a sense of awe he’d never felt before. Hunter felt the way Sebastian’s 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 Hunter’s veins vanished as he realized that he’d just fingered his best friend… until he came. Hunter hadn’t even asked if it was okay. He hadn’t even kissed him. And worst of all? Hunter’s 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.
“Hunt…?” Sebastian asked, his limbs feeling loose and his mind carefree. “You okay?”
“I’m sorry.” Hunter’s words came out in a rush. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I mean, I didn’t even ask, and I just, you didn’t, and then you did, and I didn’t want to stop, and—“
“Hunter,” 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 hadn’t been… unpleasant. Quite the opposite. “We’re cool.”
“Cool.” Hunter looked like he breathed a sigh of relief, though as Sebastian’s eyes fell down between his legs, Hunter swam just a little further away. “Oh, hey, um, I just remembered, there’s um, something I need to take care of. And Mom’ll have my hide if I don’t, so, if you don’t mind, I think I’ll head home now?”
Hunter didn’t wait for Sebastian to answer, hitting the edge of the pool and climbing out. As Sebastian watched, he saw the way Hunter’s cock was clearly visible in his swimsuit, pushing the tight material away from his body in an obscene way that, strangely, made Sebastian’s pussy clench. It didn’t 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… he’d just cash that promise in at a later date.
