sheriffskid (sheriffskid) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-04-22 06:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, hunter, hunter x sebastian, sebastian |
Who: Hunter & Sebastian Part 2
What: After school activities~
Where: Hunter's room
When: Afternoon 10/17
Warning: NSFW
Hunter was aware that he was not behaving the way he'd told himself to behave but he didn't think anyone could blame him. Kissing Sebastian was perfect, a surefire way to feel good which was something Hunter sorely needed right now. They had plenty of things to talk about but they also had plenty of time where they couldn't kiss because someone might see them so talking was not a priority right now. He couldn't even pinpoint what exactly he wanted more than this, his body just wanted. There was no logic to it, he wanted to feel Sebastian's skin against his own, to see him naked, feel him naked, rub against him until they were just one sweaty satisfied mess. It made him wish even harder that he was home alone - guaranteed - all damn night.
Sebastian’s teeth tugged lightly at Hunter’s lower lip as he gave his ass a squeeze, and his legs uncrossed so he could bend his knees up, plant his feet on the bed, and give himself some leverage. For what, he didn’t really know, but the way Hunter slid more firmly into his lap felt good. Everything felt good, and he was pretty sure that with all that they’d been through, they deserved to feel good right now. His hands slid up, under Hunter’s shirt, seeking just a little bit of skin when what he really wanted was to pull his shirt over his head and kiss and lick his way down Hunter’s chest. While they weren’t as out in the open as they had been in the car, he still knew there was a chance someone could come home, and he didn’t want to put them in a position they couldn’t straighten out in seconds.
Hunter moved with him to make it easier and yes, he definitely liked the way he slid closer when Sebastian switched positions. He'd only ever been able to imagine what this felt like and there were so many little details his imagination hadn't provided him that he was noticing now, like the texture of Sebastian's clothes, the press of his belt and the buttons on his pullovers against Hunter which maybe shouldn't feel good but it just made it all feel so real. He sighed contently at the feel of Sebastian's teeth against his lips and moved his hands from his neck to stroke his arms and from there his chest.
There was so much Sebastian wanted to feel, so much he wanted to do, and the only thing keeping him in line was the thought that he couldn’t handle being walked in on twice in one day. They had some time, though, and some warning, based on where they were, and Hunter’s casual touching was making him feel daring. His fingers dipped back down, just past the waistband of his boxer briefs, so that when he squeezed his ass again it was bare skin he was grabbing. He was distinctly aware of what that was doing to his body, and how Hunter could probably feel him, cozy as they were, and he did his best not to be embarrassed about it. Every other time he’d been in this position, with a girl in his lap, his concern had been that they were trying to get him hard and there was no way it was going to happen. It was silly to worry about that happening the one time he expected it, but it was completely different, a step further than he’d ever been with anyone, and he wasn’t certain what would happen next.
Saturday felt like a million years away and Hunter thought maybe they could do quick blowjobs or something without getting clothes out of the way, it wasn't like he'd take long. Hell, he had a feeling that if Sebastian so much as pressed his hand against his crotch he'd come. It was a bit much though, as much as he wanted it, so he pushed the urge away for now. It'd be nicer to do stuff when they had time for it, Sebastian was too good for a cheap quicky - or was he? Maybe he'd love it. God, Hunter didn't know. "When are your parents leaving town?" he asked breathlessly, just barely keeping himself from rocking against Sebastian.
“Friday morning,” Sebastian muttered, his lips moving away from Hunters to kiss a path down his jaw. He wanted to kiss down his neck, to suck that spot right before the collar of his shirt. What he really wanted was his mouth all over Hunter, a chance to taste every part of him, and he wondered if he’d get the chance on Saturday. He couldn’t imagine Hunter saying no to a blow job. Sebastian squeezed his ass again, his hips shifting just slightly and causing him to gasp at the feeling. As humiliating as it might be, he was pretty sure Hunter could get him off just by grinding against him right now. “They don’t get back till Tuesday.”
Hunter was seriously tempted to skip school on Friday and he almost asked if he could come over on Friday night when he remembered why he couldn't. Stupid game, Sebastian wasn't even playing but he still had to be there and it was massively unfair. "Do you want to meet up after the game?" he asked hesitantly, eyes closed as Sebastian's lips were doing things to him that made it hard not to start pulling his clothes off. All he wanted right now was somewhere where they could be alone and do this without worrying about someone catching them in the act. He'd been so sure he'd be nervous once he got this far but he just felt hungry for more and ridiculously needy.
Sebastian wondered why he hadn’t thought of that. The answer was yes, of course, he wanted to see Hunter every second possible. And with his parents out of town, he’d be happy to have Hunter spend the entire weekend with him. Of course, Hunter had a dad who might object to that, but a little time on Friday night should be fine. He couldn’t imagine his sister would care, so long as they kept to his room. “Yeah,” he answered, not even caring if there was a victory celebration of some sort. He doubted they would even win. It was a good excuse to skip it. “I can pick you up on my way home,” he offered, finally deciding that, yes, he was going to suck a little mark at the base of Hunter’s neck. He liked the way his skin tasted, even just that little bit, and he liked the idea of seeing Hunter in the halls, the little mark peeking out from his shirt.
Hunter's mind filled with the things they could do on a Friday night, alone in Sebastian's room and none of those thoughts helped with the way his cock rapidly getting harder. He was vaguely aware that what Sebastian was doing would leave a mark but he couldn't bring himself to care, not when it felt this good. "Okay," he said since words were getting trickier to come by and his body seemed way more awake than his brain anyway. A small moan escaped his lips and he slid his hands under Sebastian's shirt, some very small voice in the back of his head telling him they needed to slow down or even stop.
That little voice was rapidly losing ground in Sebastian’s camp as his teeth and tongue worked on Hunter’s neck. His hips insisted on rocking-- just a little!-- and his hands were pretty much grabbing Hunter’s bare ass-- but his clothes were on!-- and it was hard for him to remember what exactly was holding them back. “I want you so bad,” he muttered quietly, his teeth scraping Hunter’s neck, working their way back up to his lips. Those hands, they were barely on his skin now, but he could imagine them all over him, doing things to him that he’d only dreamed of.
This time it was a whimper that escaped Hunter's lips and not a moan because fuck. "I want you so bad," he echoed and it would have sounded lame to him to just repeat what Sebastian had said if he hadn't meant it completely and felt far too tangled up in arousal to care. His hands roamed lower to Sebastian's ass and then his hips but then he stopped and bit his lip as he tried to clear his head enough to think about what he was doing. "Do you want to-" he started. "Should we-" Words were hard, especially when it came to asking the boy he was seriously crushing on if he wanted to do something sexual with him. Hunter didn't even know what beyond this but his hand was right there by Sebastian's belt buckle and he could only imagine what it would feel like to actually touch his dick.
Sebastian nodded, because of course, yes, he wanted to everything. There was pretty much no end to that sentence he wouldn’t agree to right now. But that wasn’t exactly guidance and, even though his mind was clouded with desire, he thought Hunter might want a little more than that to go off. It was just… what should they do? He licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry, and pressed a light kiss to Hunter’s lips as he tried to make his brain function. “Can I touch you?” he asked quietly, his hands sliding out of the back of Hunter’s pants, fingers tracing around his waist. He’d thought this would happen Saturday, or even Friday, but waiting seemed impossible at the moment, and it wasn’t like they couldn’t do it again.
"Yeah," Hunter whispered breathlessly without even having to think about it. "Can I touch you?" Given how much they were touching each other already it was pretty clear what they meant and he pulled lightly on Sebastian's belt buckle. It was like every nerve ending in his body was on high alert and he could feel the brush of Sebastian's fingers with far more detail than was probably normal. It almost tickled when he ran then along his skin just above his hips and it made Hunter tense in the most delicious way. He felt like he needed to warn him that if he touched him, Hunter was going to come and it'd be messy and too fast but maybe he could hold back just for a minute.
Sebastian thought that was a given and he laughed softly against Hunter’s lips. “Please,” he muttered, his voice shaking just a touch, his heart racing in anticipation. He could feel Hunter’s hands at his belt, so close to his dick, and he struggled not to lift his hips towards him. His body knew what it craved, Hunter’s hands on his bare skin, wrapped around him, but he didn’t want to be pushy or needy. Instead, he tried to focus on what he was doing to Hunter, the opportunity to touch him and what that might be like. It was something he’d fantasized about more than once and as his hand dipped down to cup Hunter through his jeans, he groaned softly. Hunter was that hard because of him. Sebastian pressed a heated kiss to Hunter’s lips as curled his fingers around his cock, giving him a little squeeze before he began to work on the button of his jeans. As good as that must feel, it would be even better without his clothes in the way.
This was going to be the shortest sexual encounter ever but somehow that felt okay, like they were both aware and both just as much at risk of causing it. At the very least it was something he'd be more anxious about when he got there but now he was there and it was weirdly okay. It was probably thanks to Sebastian, he had a way with making everything seem okay and Hunter felt stupidly thankful for that when his body absolutely overreacted to that fondling. He didn't even have his jeans off yet and it was still amazing to be touched. He moaned softly into the kiss before pulling back, needing to concentrate as Sebastian's belt buckle was giving him some trouble. It was so different getting somebody else's clothes off, all reverse, but he managed after a moment of stubbornly wrinkling his nose as he pulled and tugged. "Belts are stupid," he whispered, half laughing as he kissed Sebastian again, fumbling with the buttons of his jeans.
“They are,” Sebastian agreed breathlessly, his laugh muffled by Hunter’s lips. That was something he hadn’t expected, all the laughing. For some reason, he’d pictured sex as super serious, but it was Hunter smiling against his lips that kept him calm. Neither of them were as smooth, but that didn’t seem to be a requirement either, upending everything Sebastian thought he knew about sex and replacing it with something better. It it had been anything like he thought it was supposed to be, he’d have been a nervous wreck. He was glad he didn’t have to mess with a belt and he made a mental note to forget one on Friday and Saturday, just in case. The buttons and the zipper were easier and before he knew it, he was slipping his hand into Hunter’s pants, gripping him again, this time with only the boxer briefs in the way.
The urge to laugh quickly faded when Sebastian's hand wrapped around his cock, only a little bit restrained by the cotton of his boxer briefs. His breath hitched and for a second it was hard to focus on two things at once, even if he wanted to. It all seemed so simple in his head, like he'd just get to play with Sebastian's body and then Sebastian would touch him but all at once was mind-blowing. He really didn't know what to expect when he slipped his hand inside Sebastian's jeans, tugging lightly on his underwear to get his fingers underneath and even if he knew Sebastian wanted this, he felt like he was rushing him or something. "This okay?" he asked, hesitating with his hand halfway down his boxer briefs and Sebastian's skin felt so hot there, like it was drawing him in.
In his head, Sebastian thought he was supposed to keep kissing Hunter, that he should keep kissing him throughout the whole thing. In reality, he had to break the kiss to look down between them, because he couldn’t resist the sight of his hand wrapped around Hunter’s cock. He wasn’t even quite there yet, but he had to see. The only thing stopping him from taking it one step further was Hunter’s hand so close to him. Sebastian gasped as he felt Hunter’s hand dip into his pants, fingertips brushing the hair between his legs, so damn close that Sebastian thought he might burst. He really hoped not, but he suddenly thought he wasn’t going to last long at all, that Hunter was going to touch him and he was going to instantly come, even though he wasn’t quite that sensitive. “Yeah,” he whispered, raising his eyes back to Hunter’s. “Is this?” he asked, and took things a step further, finally sliding his fingers around Hunter’s dick to give it the slowest of strokes.
Hunter's breath hitched again and he nodded dumbly. It wasn't just that it felt good, which it did, but the fact that it was another boy's hand - especially Sebastian McCarthy's hand - that was touching him made it fifty times more intense than touching himself could ever feel. His fingers wrapped around Sebastian's cock and marveled at how different it felt from his own. Sure he knew dicks came in all shapes and sizes, he'd seen plenty of them before, but feeling it was different than seeing.
Sebastian was pretty sure his brain shorted when Hunter finally touched him. He knew he wanted to keep touching Hunter, but it was infinitely harder now that Hunter was touching him. He bit his lips as his hips jerked and he was glad Hunter was sitting on him, as it kept him from doing too much more. His eyes dropped again as he watched his hand move up Hunter’s cock, then back down again, marvelling at how it felt in his hand. He’d touched his plenty, but this felt so different, just like Hunter touching his felt nothing like when he did it himself.
It was ridiculous that it felt this intense because Sebastian's touch was so light and gentle it wouldn't have done a thing for him if it had been his own hand. As it was Hunter's hips already moved on their own accord as if demanding more friction and he felt like he couldn't quite breathe right, his body tense and fucking trembling like he'd just run ten miles. He kissed Sebastian again, his toes curling with pleasure as he felt his fingers brush against the more sensitive parts of his cock and he gave Sebastian's cock a little squeeze. He'd need to spit in his hand if he wanted to really start moving but he didn't want to take his hand away, not yet.
That little squeeze… It shouldn’t have affected Sebastian quite so much, or so he thought. They were barely doing anything, just touching, and yet it felt so damn good. He curled into Hunter, moaning softly, then kissing his neck, then his jaw, moving back up to his lips as he gave Hunter’s dick a firmer stroke. If it had been him, he’d want some kind of lube, but his only idea on how to rectify that had him turning red. He wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like he didn’t already have his hand down Hunter’s pants. He didn’t think he’d judge him on it. Still, he turned even redder when he stopped to lick a strike up his hand, palm to fingertips, before starting up again. He knew immediately that had to be infinitely better, and he tightened his hold a bit, feeling the crown slip past his palm as he gave Hunter a firm stroke.
Judging him for it was the opposite of how Hunter felt about it, it was fucking hot and he wished he had a gif on his phone of Sebastian doing just that because he wouldn't need porn for months. It did feel better and mixed with that tantalizing visual it didn't take much more before he felt himself tumbling toward that edge with no way to stop himself. He moaned again, part frustrated, part needy because god damn it he wanted this to go on for longer but at the same time it felt so good. His dick didn't really care what he wanted, throbbing in Sebastian's grip as his balls tightened and everything got a little too intense for a second.
It might’ve been sooner than Sebastian expected, but he really didn’t care. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life-- the expression on Hunter’s face, the way his dick pulsed in his hand, cum dripping down on the both of them. That was something he hadn’t thought about and still wasn’t sure he could bring himself to worry about. It was fucking hot and Sebastian kissed Hunter hard, his free hand coming up to cup the back of Hunter’s neck. After that display, it wouldn’t take much more to get him there as well.
Hunter's mind was swimming but he was still focused - or as focused as he could be - on what he wanted to do. His hand had gone still on Sebastian's dick but he gave him another squeeze as they kissed then let go so he could spit in his hand, his gaze fixed on Sebastian's eyes as he wrapped it around him again, stroking him like he knew he enjoyed stroking himself. With the spit his hand moved more easily and Sebastian's dick felt so good against his hand, like it fit there perfectly. He kind of wanted to stroke them both together but there was still some misplaced shyness there that kept him from moving as much as he wanted.
Even though he’d come, Sebastian didn’t let go of Hunter, his brain not able to function on much more than what Hunter was doing to him. He whimpered at the brief loss, blushing as Hunter held his eyes, sure that he’d fall apart at any second. It didn’t take much, far less that it ever took when he was doing it himself, and soon he was lifting his hips to match Hunter’s pace. He came with a cry, stifled almost as soon as it passed his lips, his eyes falling shut as he dropped his head to Hunter’s shoulder. It was so much all at once, lasting longer as long as Hunter continued to stroke him, as he started to gasp at the overstimulation.
Hunter knew better than to keep at it for too long and he stopped moving a second later, keeping his hand wrapped loosely around Sebastian's cock. It was ridiculous how happy he felt, accomplished in a way and like he might just float away if he didn't cling to Sebastian. He kissed his burning hot cheek, his heart beating a mile a minute. If Sebastian had lasted much longer he might have felt stupid for how quickly he'd gone off but they felt equal right now and it definitely made him stupidly happy. So did the thought that they could do this again on Friday and maybe even sooner.
Sebastian slowly began to come down from the high, nuzzling into Hunter and seeking out his lips for a kiss. He wanted to stay there forever, with Hunter so close to him, to kiss and to cuddle and then jerk off again when they felt up to it. He was vaguely aware that they couldn’t do that, not right now, and that they had quite a mess to clean up, but he’d never felt so good in his entire life and he wasn’t about to let go of that feeling quite so easily. “You’re amazing,” he said softly, stealing a little kiss, then another. It wasn’t at all what he’d expected. It was perfect.
It had been the best moment in Hunter's life before Sebastian even said that and now it was perfect. The words warmed him up inside and elated him even more and he kissed Sebastian back, unable to keep from grinning. "You're amazing," he murmured against his lips. He'd been so resigned to his first time being terrifying and then it had ended up not being scary at all and he knew it was only because of who he was with. He wanted to stay right there and do this again, or at least just cuddle and chat but he knew they had to get themselves together on the off chance his dad came home to check up on him. Jen was less of a worry, she wouldn't bother them.
Sebastian laughed softly against Hunter’s lips and kissed him again, his hand finally letting go of Hunter. It hovered at his side, not touching the bed or anything else, yet he wasn’t in a hurry to stop. He wanted to stay right where he was, the two of them wrapped up together. Eventually though, he knew they had to do something. They could cuddle more afterwards. “Do you have--um--” Sebastian looked down between them, not at all sure how to handle it. It would’ve been easier if they’d been naked and could have climbed in the shower, something he seriously hoped was in their future as well.
Hunter was a teenage boy so he definitely had tissues at hand but glancing down he realized that might not help much with their current situation. "Shit," he whispered, though he couldn't bring himself to feel at all bad about it. "Uhm... You might need to borrow a t-shirt," he mumbled sheepishly and that was another thing girls had it good with. They didn't spray stuff all over the place during their (multiple) orgasms. He laughed a little because it was embarrassing and yet it didn't really feel like it was. "Hold on." He reluctantly pushed himself off Sebastian to reach for the box of tissues to at least get some of that mess out of the way.
“If you don’t mind,” Sebastian said with a little smile. He was sure he could explain away what happened to his current shirt. Maybe he’d pour the remaining milkshake on it or something. It was something to worry about later and he definitely wasn’t complaining. Next time he could be a little more prepared. Next time! “Thanks,” he said quietly, taking the offered tissues and wiping off his hand, a blush rising as he caught Hunter’s eyes. He really hoped that would calm down eventually, but it might be a while before cleaning cum off himself didn’t embarrass him on some level. At least he wasn’t alone. When he was done, he tucked himself back into his underwear, then pulled his shirt over his head before laying back on the bed.
The last thing Hunter wanted to do just then was to go find a shirt for Sebastian because he was lying shirtless on his bed and he couldn't stop staring at him. He decided he could go get a shirt but he didn't have to hand it over just yet. It'd be good to have it within reach if his dad came home but that didn't mean Sebastian had to get dressed right that second. So he finished cleaning himself up and crawled off the bed to throw away the tissues and fetch a t-shirt from the dresser. He dumped it at the foot of the bed as he crawled back up next to Sebastian and flopped down on his side next to him, one hand holding up his head while the other gave in to that urge to touch Sebastian's chest.
Sebastian tracked Hunter around his room, watching as he found a shirt, then dropped it at then end of the bed. A little smile curled on his lips and he made himself comfortable, teeth biting his lip as Hunter’s fingers grazed his skin. “This is nice,” he said softly, eyes moving back up to Hunter’s. He hadn’t thought a lot about how things might be after fooling around. In most of his fantasies, there was sleep, like passing out was a nice way to avoid any awkward conversation. But there’d also been cuddling and Hunter was definitely a cuddler.
He was right about that and Hunter moved closer to him, leaning down to kiss him for a few seconds. "Very nice," he agreed in a whisper, feeling weirdly shy and yet so open at the same time. He definitely hadn't thought about the 'after' either, his mind always coming to a stop at a certain part during sex but they'd gotten past that part and here they were and it was... Really nice. He wasn't sure why he'd thought Sebastian would leave as soon as they were done because now that they were lying there it made no sense to think that. He supposed his brain had been so caught up in rush mode in case his dad got home, he'd thought Sebastian would have to rush on out of there but no. He traced his fingers over Sebastian's chest and up to his shoulder where he was still a little bruised, but otherwise... Jesus, this guy was perfection. It didn't really make Hunter want to take his own shirt off, especially not since he still had weird bruises and cuts from that last Friday but skin to skin would feel so good.
Sebastian swallowed, watching Hunter’s fingers, his skin occasionally prickling up at the touch. He’d never thought of his chest as sensitive, but it felt like everywhere Hunter touched him rendered a reaction from him. And if his hands felt that good, he could only imagine what it might feel like if it was his mouth. That was somewhere he didn’t need to go, not unless they were going to have another go at it. Instead, he shifted slightly, wrapping his arm around Hunter, fingers dipping under his shirt, seeking out skin. “I’m really glad we didn’t do this in the car,” he said with a little smile.
Sebastian was only just touching his flank, right there where his shirt rode up enough to let him, and it still felt intense, making his breath feel thicker in his throat and his stomach get all tingly again. He grinned a little at Sebastian's words and nodded. "Me too, this is way nicer." And the mess would have been harder to deal with in the car, unless he'd given him a blowjob and it wasn't that he didn't want to but it still felt like a big deal. Too big a deal to risk doing in his car. Next Friday though, all bets were off, he decided. They could do whatever they wanted and they'd have way more time for all of it. "Can't wait for the weekend," he added, biting his lip, his grin turning a little crooked. It felt weird to admit it but he was pretty sure Sebastian felt the same way and that was amazing.
It was funny, Sebastian would’ve been fine fooling around in the car if getting caught hadn’t been such a big issue. And it all came back to him being outed, rather than them actually getting in trouble with the law. There was something a little bit wild about making out in the backseat, but it was something he’d probably wait to do again till after he was out. Whenever that was. “Me too,” Sebastian agreed with a grin, glad they were both thinking about it. He didn’t feel as much like a horn ball when he wasn’t alone. “You think Jen will cover for you? Or… I mean… You could stay both nights. If you wanted.” Sebastian definitely did. The thought of falling asleep and waking up with Hunter thrilled him. He’d take every chance he could get.
"I'll probably get Mak to cover for me," Hunter replied, though he wasn't sure how exactly they'd swing that since she'd probably tell her parents she was staying with him. His dad had never been mean about it before though so Hunter didn't expect him to be now. Hunter had his phone and he'd never been in trouble before so Grady really didn't have a reason to worry about him. Of course he didn't know about the things that had been happening to Hunter but he never-ever needed to know about the demon and the ouija board and the things it had made Hunter do. "I'd love to stay both nights," he added and leaned in to kiss him again. letting his hand rest lightly on his stomach.
“Your dad lets you stay over there?” Sebastian asked, curious. His parents had always been a little weird about him dating, seeming not to care at times, but drawing a line on others. He could have a girl in his room when they were home, but they would’ve never let him stay over at one’s house. But he could crash at Greg’s every weekend. He suspected that would change when they found out he was gay and suddenly be suspicious of every guy he had over instead. It definitely wasn’t a concern for now though. And this weekend they wouldn’t be there at all. “Good,” Sebastian smiled, kissing him back, his skin tingling where Hunter’s hand rested on him. “I wanna be all sappy and make you breakfast or something. What do you like?”
"Well you know, she's gay and I'm gay so it's not very risky," Hunter replied with a grin that softened up pretty quickly at the mention of breakfast. That was the sweetest thing ever and so not something he'd expected. Maybe he'd just had really low expectations for his first boyfriend - or first sexual encounter at any rate - but Sebastian was surpassing it all so intensely that Hunter didn't know what to do with himself. "I'm easy to please, I eat a lot of cereal and fruit in the morning but I mean, if you wanna spoil me... What can you make?"
“No, it’s not,” Sebastian laughed softly. He did recall Hunter saying she was the one girl he kind of crushed on, but Hunter was right. It was definitely a low risk situation. “Um… waffles and bacon are pretty much it. But I’d be willing to give pancakes a try,” he smiled. It could be a disaster, but if he burnt half of them, then he’d just pour the remaining batter in the waffle maker. “I poke around in the kitchen sometimes, when my parents are gone, but my skills are extremely limited.” He thought he was probably doing better than most high school guys though, even if it was just following directions.
"I can make pancakes," Hunter said maybe a touch too proudly because it was just pancakes. "We can make breakfast together." Just the thought of breakfast was pretty amazing because it was such a real reminder that they'd be spending the night together - in the same bed, doing things. "Oh, do you think Mak could crash somewhere too? On Saturday? If we're covering for each other, I mean... She might go home with Sabrina, I don't know." Ugh, planning around parents was hard and, while he was grateful he had family that cared about him, it could be such a burden sometimes.
“Let’s do that,” Sebastian smiled, lighting up at the idea. He couldn’t even say why it made him so happy. It was just breakfast, but it was breakfast after sex and cuddling and everything and that just made it so much better. “We have a spare she could crash in. Or the couch. Whatever she wants. Sabrina, too, if they don’t mind sharing a bed. But again, lots of couches.” Greg made use of them himself, if he didn’t end up walking home. He probably wouldn’t stick around if Sebastian disappeared to have sex with Hunter and Sebastian couldn’t blame him.
Hunter had to laugh a bit at that. "I'm sure they won't mind sharing a bed," he murmured, quirking a brow. "I'm guessing you didn't know they're... Kinda together." He wasn't sure it was his to tell, or if it was serious, but it was so friggin cute and he hoped it would last. Mak had been so happy when she talked about it and she really needed that kind of happiness right now.
“Oh,” Sebastian blinked, then smiled. “No, no one mentioned it, and I haven’t really been around them together.” He liked to think he would’ve picked up on that and tried to think back on a time when he might’ve seen them in the same place. School, definitely, but that was just snippets here and there. “They can definitely have a bed then. But I’m gonna let you pass on that news ‘cause it might be kinda weird coming from me.” He thought about them for a minute, trying to picture it. “I bet they’re cute together.”
A couple that destroys demons together, stays together Hunter thought, but it was so morbid and uncomfortable he didn't say it out loud. He just hoped it wouldn't ruin everything since he hadn't really seen the girls together since it happened and they hadn't been very cute and cuddly that Saturday morning. More traumatized and exhausted. "Yeah," he said anyway. "I hope it lasts, it'd be awkward, you know, when two friends get together and break up." God he hoped not. "I'll tell them they can crash if they want to, I bet they'll like that." They all needed a night of normalcy and a little freedom, they'd definitely earned that much. "I can't wait," he whispered even if he'd already told Sebastian that but it was a pretty strong feeling.
“It can be. But it doesn’t have to be,” Sebastian said. He thought it might have to do with how tied up the people were emotionally. And how hurt they were by the breakup. “But… I hope it lasts, too,” he said with a little smile. Even without knowing them very well, he suspected they’d jump at the chance to spend the night together without any adults around. Anyone would. Sebastian turned a little more into Hunter at the admission, sliding his hand further up Hunter’s shirt, his palm resting on his side. “Me neither,” he whispered, meeting Hunter’s eyes with a smile. “I can’t wait to get this off you,” he teased, giving the shirt a tug. He wanted to get a lot more off Hunter than his shirt, but that seemed the most innocent, even though his thoughts were definitely not.
Hunter was tempted to take his shirt off right then and there just to put a grin on Sebastian's face and to feel him skin to skin. Friday, he decided. He'd be healed up better by then and maybe some of the bruises would be gone. "You'll just have to wait," he said teasingly and kissed him again. "Think you can wait? Three whole days?" But god he wanted to take it off now. Stupid gross cut on his chest, stupid bruises on his arms and back. These were definitely not things he'd counted on having to deal with when getting sexy with a guy for the first time.
Sebastian wouldn’t have cared about the bruises. If they were doing a comparison, he had one on his shin that still looked painful, and his shoulder was that gross yellowing color that he knew meant it was healing, but still looked sickly. What he wanted was Hunter’s skin against his own, under his hands as he pulled him close. “I’ll do my best,” he smiled, kissing him back. “If I ambush you in the halls and start ripping off your clothes, we’ll know I couldn’t make it.” Wouldn’t that be a fun scene to cause? It was too bad he was in the closet because a little PDA would’ve been fun.
"Try to wait until after school," Hunter replied, wrinkling his nose as he laughed. Even if Sebastian was out and proud, getting stripped in the hallway at school sounded a bit more like a nightmare than a hot dream. Though he was sure he'd forget all about the negative parts of it if it happened because kissing Sebastian tended to chase away all logical thought from his head. Like now he was thinking about where there might be empty rooms at school and at what times even if it was a terribly bad idea.
“I will, babe,” Sebastian said with a little laugh, and kissed Hunter again. “I wouldn’t take it that far.” He wasn’t serious. God, he hoped Hunter knew he wasn’t even remotely serious. Even if he had a kink for doing things in public, he thought it would be more around the risk of being caught, not actually being watched. His head might explode. It was just too much. “It’s hard not to hold your hand,” he said softly, fingers lightly stroking Hunter’s back. “I keep thinking… maybe I can eat lunch with you and your friends occasionally? But then I’m like, there’s no way everyone won’t know. I really suck at hiding it.”
The fact he could say that out loud made Hunter feel ridiculously sappy, lucky and fluttery inside. It probably showed on him too but that was okay, people could just think he had a sad, unrequited crush on the hottest football player in school. Who wouldn't, right? "I can stare at you all I want," he murmured. "Everyone knows I'm gay so they might tease you about it but they won't blame me. I mean, look at you." He grinned again and it was hard to think of anything bad when Sebastian's hand was sending little tingles through his body. "Just think of it like... Like it's kinda cool to have a secret boyfriend. We can make up a code or something."
Sebastian laughed and shook his head, a touch bashful, but also enjoying the complement. He worked hard to stay in shape and, while he knew all the girls he’d dated enjoyed it, it was really nice to look good for someone he was actually interested in. Now he could keep Hunter in mind every time he did one more sit up or pull up. “Have you seen yourself?” Sebastian asked, his eyes giving Hunter a little once over. Even with his shirt on, he could feel the muscle beneath. He could see it in the way Hunter’s clothes fit, and he’d seen him over the summer, in a swimsuit. “That makes it sound better,” he smiled. “What should we have code for?”
"I don't know," Hunter murmured. "Something like... 'Excited about the game?' can mean I wish I could kiss you." He took the chance to kiss him since he could and just thinking about school made him feel that pang of not being able to. "And like..." This would be easier if they had a single class together, he could ask about homework or anything but now he had to really think of something since they rarely if ever talked at school. "Hey have you seen Jules? And that can mean do you wanna meet up after school?" He rolled his eyes. "Okay I'm bad at this. We could just text each other in secret."
Kisses at school were something Sebastian knew were a long way off, which almost seemed weird considering how very easy they were when they were alone. He’d never wanted them so much, never completely lost himself in someone else’s touch like he did with Hunter. And while he knew that a part of that was due to him dating girls, he also knew not every crush was like this. It felt like so much more. “You’re not bad at it,” Sebastian smiled. “But I’m going to sound like some kind of fanatic about the game if I say that every time I want to kiss you.” He could just be super excited all the time. Because he lived for football. “You might start getting little kiss emojis every time I pick up my phone,” he grinned. “If I say, ‘catch you later’ it could mean I can’t wait to see you again.”
"I can live with kiss emojis," Hunter tittered and kissed him again. "And wait, you're not already fanatic about the game? High school football is life, Sebastian, get with the program." He tittered again, not really annoyed by it but it could feel like everything else was overshadowed by football. There were other sports too, other teams doing well, but people just went gung ho about football. "I think you can just assume anything I say means like... I want to kiss you or meet you up later or whatever," he added softly, smiling warmly at Sebastian. "Or just look your way, really."
Sebastian laughed and rolled his eyes, well aware that there were people around him who really did feel that way. The ones who were depending on football scholarships to get them out of Point Pleasant. And maybe he could apply for those too, but football wasn’t life now and never had been, even if it felt like it sometimes. “If I talked about football every time I was thinking of you, people would think I was crazy,” he shared softly, pressing a little kiss to Hunter’s lips. “So yeah, me too.” If he was thinking of Hunter, he wanted to be with him, and if he was with him, he’d want to kiss him. One naturally led to the other.
"I bet they'd just be happy you were so enthusiastic about the team," Hunter murmured but yeah he definitely liked that Sebastian was pretty much saying he was crazy about him. Hunter had said as much already, they both had, but he wouldn't ever get tired of hearing it. He never got tired of those little kisses either and he knew that if his dad wasn't going to be home at some point soon he'd want more kisses, deeper ones, more physical contact and definitely more sex stuff. He stole another small kiss since that had to be enough for now. "Do you want to meet my dad?" he asked a bit regretfully since he was sure Sebastian was not ready for that and that meant he'd have to leave soon.
The hard thing about one kiss was that it made Sebastian want another kiss, and then another and then more and he knew they shouldn’t go there right now. Doing anything in the first place had been a huge risk and they’d just have to wait till Friday for more. He stilled a little at Hunter’s question and looked down at him, feeling the weight of something that should have been simple. But it wasn’t. “As your boyfriend? Or… just a friend?” he asked quietly.
"Whatever you want," Hunter said with a little shrug. "But my dad's a cop, he'll probably see right through it if I say we're just friends." He couldn't help but smile at that, even if it wasn't necessarily a good thing. He just thought it was damn obvious how lovesick he was feeling and it was pretty suspicious that a guy like Sebastian suddenly came over to hang out.
Sebastian bit his lip around a smile, pretty sure that anyone that saw them together would start to draw the same conclusion. It was why he’d stayed away from Hunter at school, sadly. Even people who had seen them together at the party had picked up on it, and that was before anything was going on. “I’d like to meet him, as your boyfriend, but maybe sometime when I’m not wearing your shirt,” he said with a little laugh. “I don’t want you to have to lie to him, if you think he can keep quiet about it. From what you said, he sounds cool.”
"He is pretty cool," Hunter agreed because Grady had never given him trouble for being who or what he was. Sure they'd had arguments about curfew and stuff in the past but nothing serious, not ever. "But I really don't need him to know I'm dating someone in case he gets weird about it. So this weekend I'm hanging out with Mak. You can meet him later." It worked out fine for both of them since Sebastian was in the closet so Hunter didn't worry about it offending him. He figured Sebastian didn't get offended easily anyway, he was so understanding and awesome.
“Later,” Sebastian smiled, giving Hunter a little kiss. That Hunter wanted him to meet his dad at all felt huge, a much bigger deal than meeting Jen, though he was glad to have her approval as well. He hated that he didn’t want the same on his end, that he’d be fine with Hunter never meeting his dad, but that wasn’t on Hunter at all. He was sure his father would know the second he looked at them, that he’d see through all the lies and then Sebastian would have to face reality. Things were too good right now to bring that on either of them. “Should I get going then? Before he gets here?”
Was the sound Hunter made at that question a touch whiny? Maybe, but he felt within his right to pout about Sebastian leaving, even if he knew he had to. He pressed himself closer to him and kissed him a little more hungrily, as if they might never ever see each other again after tonight, then leaned back and pouted a little. "You should come see me again after school soon. Friday's way too far away."
Sebastian knew the noise Hunter made was because he was unhappy, but there was something kind of adorable about it. And when he kissed him, he let himself get lost in it for a minute, his tongue tangling with Hunter’s as his hands slid down over his ass, pulling him closer. It was so very hard to leave when no one was telling him to, when the danger was only that they’d have to successfully lie to Hunter’s father if he got home before Sebastian left. “I’m benched from practice all week,” Sebastian said, kissing him again. “I can be back tomorrow.”
The pout was quickly replaced with a grin and Hunter nodded, idly stroking Sebastian's bare chest. "Tomorrow," he murmured contently. They could do this again and kiss for hours and it'd be amazing. Maybe he'd know more about when his dad would be home and they wouldn't have to fret about it. He'd just have to make sure Jen was either not home or not likely to interrupt them. "I don't want you to go though," he sighed and kissed him again before forcing himself to push himself up. "Text me when you get home?" He wrinkled his nose. "God am I being too clingy? You'd tell me, right?"
Sebastian looked up at him from where he was laying on Hunter’s bed, his chest bare and pants low on his hips. He pushed up on his elbows, giving Hunter a little smile. “I don’t think so. I don’t really wanna go either. But if you don’t know when your dad gets home…” He shrugged and sat up, turning to face Hunter. “I’d tell you. Or, I’d probably not tell you, but you’d probably know. I suck at hiding things. You’re fine though.” Sometimes he felt like he was being too honest, but he knew it was even worse when he lied. He was the worst liar and ended up having to come clean anyways. It felt like he’d done enough lying for years though and really wanted to be honest with Hunter when he could be.
Hunter believed him and it was a good feeling not to feel like he had to be distrustful, worried. He couldn't help but let his gaze roam over Sebastian's chest, both when he was lying down and when he'd sat up. The sight of him filled Hunter's head with ideas he couldn't act on and he shut his eyes, wrinkling his nose. "Put a fucking shirt on," he teased. "Before I tackle you again." He opened his eyes again and grinned at Sebastian, mumbling, "You're way too hot."
“Hey, you’re the one that came all over my shirt,” Sebastian laughed softly and leaned in to kiss Hunter, just so it was extra clear that he was kidding. He was pretty sure he was at least partially to blame anyways. He grabbed the shirt and pulled it over his head, then gave Hunter a look. “Was that a complaint?” he grinned, a touch embarrassed, but really mostly flattered. Truth be told, he liked the attention when it was coming from Hunter.
Hunter laughed and blushed because damn it, that was true and very embarrassing. "Not a complaint," he mumbled sheepishly and damn it, there was something about seeing a guy wearing his shirt that did something to him. Even if it wasn't any special shirt as such, he'd been careful to get something very neutral out of the closet, but still. It was his shirt and Sebastian was wearing it and it was a little tight on him and Hunter just wanted to lick that spot where the collar touched his neck. "I'll be more careful next time," he added cheekily.
Sebastian leaned in, kissing Hunter again, his face turning red in opposition to his wicked grin. “Don’t be. I kinda like it,” he smirked, stole another kiss, and hopped to his feet. If he really thought about it, he’d realize that next time they didn’t have to worry about clothes getting in the way at all, and if he went down that road, then he’d get all hot and bothered again. The admission he’d just given Hunter was bad enough. Rolling up on his toes, then back down again, Sebastian smiled down at Hunter. “Walk me out?”
It was an adorable mix of confidence and shyness and Hunter could swear his knees felt weak. "Of course," he replied, biting his lip as he smiled right back and ugh he had fallen so hard for this boy he didn't know what to do with himself. He just wanted to shrink until he could fit in Sebastian's pocket, go home with him and curl up next to him all night. It made him wish he could shapeshift into a cat or something, even if it meant no kissing, it beat staying home alone. He leaned up and kissed him one more time before they'd leave the safety of his room.
Sebastian hated that they had to have their goodbye kiss there, that he couldn’t have it out by his car, in that last moment before he left. But even if he wasn’t in the closet, that wouldn’t help Hunter keep it from his dad. It would inform the entire neighborhood that they were together. So he liked to think this was just preserving their privacy, making it a little easier to get together for the time being. Someday things would be easier. Sebastian let the kiss go on for as long as he could before he pulled back, liking the way Hunter’s lips were slightly kiss swollen. “I’m gonna miss you,” he said, reaching for Hunter’s hand. He wasn’t sure how he was going to focus the rest of the night.
Of course it wasn't like they were saying goodbye forever but it kinda felt like it, even if Hunter was pretty sure he'd chat with him later that night online, maybe even on facetime. It wasn't the same as occupying the same space, touching and kissing and being close and they couldn't do any of those things unless they were somewhere private. "I'm gonna miss you too," he whispered and it was stupid but he didn't care. He was going to miss him, he was going to miss this. "Ready to go?"
“Never,” Sebastian whispered, and had to have just one more kiss. Last time, he swore. It was so hard to leave Hunter’s room, their protective little bubble, and return to the real world. They’d probably chat all evening, but he would have to wait till tomorrow night to have this again. Even when he knew that was just a day away, it already felt like forever.