lookinside (lookinside) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-05-31 23:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | #october 2017, hunter, hunter x sebastian, sebastian |
Who: Sebastian and Hunter
Where: Their houses, phone call
When: Wednesday, October 25th, night
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete
Sebastian had said he wasn’t feeling well when he got home from Reagan’s, which gave him a good excuse to be quiet over dinner without further questions about him acting weird. He felt like being ill was a good cover, and it was partially accurate. Just thinking about what Reagan and Caius needed made him slightly nauseous. He knew it was for a good cause, and he trusted Reagan, but using his blood to break a curse seriously freaked him out. At one point he thought about asking his father about it, but he felt like that was an even worse idea. He could see it all blowing up in his head, his parents forbidding it, and then Reagan or Caius dying because he hadn’t helped. So he kept his mouth shut and retreated to his room after dinner to finish his homework.
It was close to ten when he finished, late enough that he wandered downstairs to get a glass of water and say goodnight to his parents. He’d learned years ago that if he said good night to them, then they wouldn’t come bother him again if his lights were out. It gave him the ability to retreat back upstairs, climb into bed, then hop on his phone, checking for updates before he sent Hunter a text. Are you up? Can you talk? They talked almost every night, but it usually started with a series of texts first, casual flirting before one of them finally gave in and called. Sebastian wasn’t sure if he was up for that tonight. He just really needed to talk.
It was about that time when Sebastian usually texted him and Hunter kept eyeing his phone when he should be reading this one chapter for history. He rarely texted first this late, no matter how much he wanted to, too worried Sebastian's parents would get curious or catch a glimpse. When he did text he tried to keep it super dry and casual, like they just had to talk because ugh homework. As if talking to Sebastian could ever be a chore. When his phone went off chiming his heart picked up speed. Ridiculous how affected he still was but Sebastian tended to make him light up inside, whether it was in person or not. He read the text and quickly replied.
Yeah I'm here :)
Sebastian smiled as he read the response, then switched off the light and clicked call. He snuggled down under the covers as the phone rang, not at all surprised when Hunter quickly picked up. “Hey,” he said softly, unable to stop himself from smiling despite his mood. Did every crush feel like this? He couldn’t imagine ever wanting this to end. “Are you busy? I… I had a weird night and I kinda need someone to talk to.” He’d really debated whether or not he should tell Hunter, then eventually decided if anyone could relate, it would be him.
Hunter hadn't expected him to call just yet but it was a very pleasant surprise and he pushed his history book aside as he rolled onto his side and took the call. His smile faded a little as Sebastian spoke because it didn't sound like it was the good kind of weird but then he wasn't sure there was a lot of weird that wasn't shitty. "I'm not busy," he said softly, lowering the volume on his music before tentatively asking, "Are you okay?"
“I dunno,” Sebastian answered and it felt a lot more honest than he could’ve been with Reagan. Of course he’d tell her he’d be fine. What else could he say? But now, left to think about it all and what it all meant, he didn’t feel like ‘okay’ was the right word. “You know how I told you Reagan’s teaching me magic? Well, I was doing a spell tonight and it triggered this-- this tracking spell they had going. They’ve been trying to locate an ancestor of some witch that put a curse on them and it turns out that’s me.”
That was a lot to take in and just a few weeks ago it wouldn't have made any sense to Hunter. "Hold up," he said because that was a lot to take in. "What does that mean? What kind of curse? What do they need to do?" Breaking a curse made him think of things like waking up in that room at Reagan's house with her husband all bloody and looking terrifying. It definitely wasn't a place he wanted Sebastian to have to visit, or anyone for that matter.
“I don’t know all the details on the curse,” Sebastian said, grabbing his spare pillow and pulling it to his chest so he could hug it. “But they said one of them would die. That every generation, someone in their bloodlines falls in love with the other and it somehow leads to their deaths. How could I say no?” The circumstances were dire and he wasn’t that selfish. Sure, it scared him, but what was the cost of helping them? It was just a little blood… right?
Just a few days ago Hunter had been in Reagan's shop telling her to let him know if she ever needed anything. She had saved his life, there was no doubt about it. Hearing she needed something from Sebastian was different, it made him wary, maybe because Sebastian sounded worried or maybe because when a witch actually needed something from someone it was probably bad news. "Jesus," he whispered, biting his lip for a moment, a now familiar sting of anxiety forming in his stomach. "What do they need to do?"
There was a pause as Sebastian bit his lip, but there was no way around it. What they’d needed had been pretty clear. “They need my blood,” he whispered back. “I don’t know how, or how much, but… I’m not really picturing a blood donation with a needle and a bag, you know?” He didn’t want to think about the knife. He couldn’t. Blood had never bothered him before, but the possibility of being cut turned his stomach. Maybe it was the pain. Blood wasn’t quite as scary when it was someone else’s. “They kept saying it wouldn’t hurt, but I’m kinda freaking out anyways.”
There it was, that drop as his anxiety got worse and all consuming. Hunter closed his eyes. "When?" he asked quietly because there was no way he wouldn't be there when it happened. He wanted to tell Sebastian not to do it but there was no way he was going to cross two powerful witches who had saved his life. He knew it wasn't the same as what he'd been through but he wasn't sure how he would have gotten through the night of the exorcism if Mak hadn't been there to hold him afterward.
“I don’t know yet,” Sebastian said softly. “Soon. But they need some time to prepare. They weren’t expecting to find a descendant so soon.” He wondered then, if he hadn’t started practicing, would they have found anyone at all? Were the little things he and Ophelia did with their elements enough to make a blip on the radar? Or did it need to be actual magic, like he’d done with the ritual bath? That had clearly set the locator spell off.
"You don't have to do it alone," Hunter said with stubborn determination. It didn't matter if there was going to be blood involved, he was going to be there, cringing or not. He was grateful to Reagan Kelly, but that didn't mean he trusted her, not with his boyfriend's life. "I'll come with you, okay?" He might be asking but it wasn't really a question. He had decided and Sebastian would have to do some serious sneaking around to keep him away.
It hadn’t even crossed Sebastian’s mind that Hunter would offer to go with him. If it had, he might not have told him, pretty sure that Hunter had had his fill of dark magic for the rest of his life. And well aware that Hunter couldn’t handle the blood. This was not his thing, not at all, and yet he was still offering. “You don’t have to do that, babe. I don’t want to drag you into this.” But he was touched that Hunter would offer, especially considering where it was. He had the feeling Hunter never intended to enter Reagan’s work room ever again.
Hunter sighed quietly and it wasn't the first time he wished Sebastian was right there in bed with him so he could touch him. The reason was just a little different tonight than usual. "I know I don't have to, but I really don't want you to do it alone." He really didn't want him to do it at all but it was something he felt helpless to put a stop to. On some level he hadn't even fully comprehended what Sebastian was really saying, the whole thing was so far outside his comfort zone.
He knew he should say no. It felt selfish to say yes. But Sebastian found himself nodding, even while Hunter couldn’t see him. He shut his eyes and hugged the pillow tighter, his voice still soft, this whole conversation feeling like it needed to be kept secret. “Okay,” he said. He should’ve put up more of a fight, but he just didn’t have it in him right now. He didn’t want to be alone either. “I’ll need to ask them, but I don’t see why it should be a problem.”
Hunter was seriously glad Sebastian wasn't fighting him on this, but now he had something new to dread and he didn't know if he wanted to postpone it forever or do it as soon as possible so it was done and over with. "I'll sit right outside the house if they have a problem with me being there," he said. "I'm not letting you go alone." A part of him wanted to drag Jen too, she was way stronger than he was, but Sebastian probably wouldn't want a lot of people around. Maybe he would anyway... Safety in numbers. Did that still apply when witches were involved? He felt so out of his depth here, like everything was just too much lately. So far he'd had Sebastian to cling to, so there was no way he wasn't going to be there for him this time.
Sebastian smiled a little at the thought of it, imagining Hunter sitting outside in his car, waiting for them to finish whatever they needed inside. He’d much rather have him there to hold his hand, but he also wanted to keep Hunter safe. And he didn’t want Reagan to think less of him. He could do this. Both Reagan and Caius said it would be fine. “I wish I could hug you right now,” he whispered. “Or fall asleep with you.” Though he’d only gotten to do it once, that one time stuck out in Sebastian’s memories. He knew he’d feel safe if Hunter was there with him. He didn’t actually need Hunter’s protection, not right now, but there was something about having his boyfriend all tangled up with him that made him feel like nothing could go wrong. He needed that right now. He needed it bad, but he’d take what he could get.
Hunter wished he could just borrow his dad's car and go spend the night at Sebastian's house. It wasn't something he was too sure he could do even if they weren't in the closet but it was what he really wanted and it wasn't the first time. "I'd hold you all night if I could," he said softly. "I wish I could just teleport into your room and then turn myself invisible if anyone came in." He smiled at that thought but it was lackluster because he couldn't do those things and they'd both have to sleep alone tonight. "I bet Reagan can make it not hurt somehow, she gave me that tea and everything healed really fast." He doubted Reagan wanted to hurt Sebastian so that had to mean it'd all be okay. "And I'll be there."
Sebastian closed his eyes as he pictured it, almost able to put himself there in his mind. He knew that it wouldn’t actually fix anything, but he was still convinced that being wrapped up on Hunter’s arms would make him feel better. “Teleportation would solve everything,” he smiled softly. “I’d sneak out, come stay with you. If, you know, your dad wouldn’t flip.” Most parents weren’t okay with their kinds sleeping with their boyfriends or girlfriends, even if it wasn’t a school night. He’d risk it though. He doubted he’d even be in that much trouble for sneaking out, so long as his parents didn’t find out where he’d been. “I think she can,” he nodded to himself. “I don’t know why I’m so worried about it. They said I’d be okay. It’s just… a lot darker than anything I wanted to be involved with.”
Hunter couldn't exactly tell him he'd be terrified too, he was trying to comfort him and not encourage his fears. It didn't feel right pretending it was all peachy though so he hummed sympathetically and wished he could just hug him and not try to talk. "It sounds pretty dark," he said. "Her husband had to cut me when, you know... I guess that's just the sort of stuff they do." Magic that involved blood. He never thought he'd see that outside of a movie or a computer game but here they were. It was a lot worse in real life. "When are you going to see her again?"
“None of the magic I’ve done has needed that, but… but I’ve never done anything with demons and curses,” Sebastian said. “Did it hurt? Do you remember it?” If it had happened before the demon had been exorcised, probably not, but it meant Hunter had woken with the pain. Sebastian imagined that the shock of it happening was almost worse. “I dunno. Sometime soon, probably. I know they want it removed as soon as possible and I don’t blame them, but… it’s probably selfish to tell them I’ve got a party to go to Saturday night.”
"No, it was there when I woke up," Hunter said and that probably meant he couldn't really compare it. He really didn't want to think about how the witches needed Sebastian to bleed. "Hey, parties are important," he murmured then and while he wasn't being serious it was definitely a better thing to talk about. Sebastian needed a distraction, Hunter could give that to him at least. "This one is really important, you're going to be like the hottest pirate ever." He didn't know how he was going to keep his hands off him and they really needed to find some privacy together after that party.
Sebastian smiled, his hold on the pillow loosening as he rolled onto his back. He knew it wouldn’t be important to Reagan and Caius, but things like this were important to Sebastian’s sanity. He needed something good to look forward to, not just the curse breaking blood ritual. “I hope you think so. I may have traded out the breeches for leather pants,” he grinned. It was over the top, but it was Halloween; everyone would be a little much. “I’m really looking forward to seeing you in your costume, too. All dressed up to save the world.”
"Oh no, not leather pants," Hunter said flatly before laughing a little. "God, you're going to kill me, you know that, right? Maybe we should just have our own party somewhere." Like that costume hadn't been insanely hot before. "Are they tight?" he asked with a little blush and a titter. It was getting a little easier talking about sex and sexy things with Sebastian but he still felt just a little silly when he did, like he was on the verge of embarrassing himself.
“That’s kind of the intent,” Sebastian grinned, biting down on his bottom lip. He’d totally bought them with Hunter in mind, something extra he wouldn’t have gone for when they’d originally looked at costumes together. It was kind of crazy to think that had been their first real date. “I’m kinda hoping I get some time alone with you at the end of the night. I just haven’t figured out how yet.” He could get away with not going home. That was easy. He just didn’t know where they could go together. “They are,” he laughed softly, heat creeping up his neck. “So maybe try not to get me too excited while I’m wearing them.”
"I'll be on my best behavior," Hunter promised. "At least until you're out of them." He grinned to himself, the thought not leaving him unaffected. "This weekend is way too far away," he whispered. "We need to find a way to hang out this week." Reagan should totally hook them up with a room somewhere for what she was asking of Sebastian, but he wasn't about to bring that up again.
Sebastian wondered what it would be like for them not to be on their best behavior for once. He thought he’d love to see that side of Hunter. He’d love to see it from himself. “You gonna help me peel ‘em off?” he asked softly. He quickly realized his imagination was running away with itself and he took a deep breath, trying to come back from it. “Yeah, seriously,” he said. “At least we have Friday off. Is your dad working?” His definitely would be, but his mother was kind of unpredictable. It was better to assume that she’d be home.
Hunter didn't want to think about his dad or try to plan around nosy parents, not when Sebastian had just put the idea of peeling leather pants off him in his head. "My dad's always working," he said distractedly. "But about those pants..." He tittered again, biting his lip. "You're putting ideas in my head," he near whispered, as if it was a nuisance. "Wish I could do a lot more than just hold you right now."
“Yeah?” Sebastian asked, his voice soft and breathy. “Like what?” Ten minutes ago he would’ve said he wasn’t in the mood for anything more than a cuddle, but the slight change in Hunter’s voice and the ideas he might be pondering were such a nice distraction. And Sebastian was in desperate need of a distraction. He would find a way to get alone time with Hunter on Saturday night, no matter what.
"Like practice peeling things off of you," Hunter said and while he was still worried about what Sebastian had told him he knew distraction was the best thing ever when you had to wait to deal with things. This particular distraction was as selfish as it was helpful. "It's hard enough to get your jeans off, I need to work my way up to leather, you know." It was funny but it was also hot because now he was thinking about undressing Sebastian and that was just the best mental image ever.
“Tonight would be easy,” Sebastian said softly. “I’ve done most of the work for you.” He kind of loved Hunter undressing him, even if he had a hard time sometimes. Neither of them were particularly smooth in that department, but he thought they both had time to practice on each other. “Be glad I didn’t get the ones with laces,” he smiled, lightly running his fingers over his stomach. “I don’t even know how to start with your costume, you know.”
"Don't worry," Hunter said with some amusement. "I'll show you." It sounded sexy but in a way that made him laugh again. One day maybe he could get through a sexy scenario with Sebastian without giggling like a virgin but clearly they weren't there yet. "I'm being super smooth," he murmured and it was easier to text sexy stuff and make it look hot than it was to actually say it.
Sebastian smiled and gave himself a squeeze, then rolled over, trying to ignore it. “You don’t need to be smooth,” he said softly. “Just be you. I like you, remember?” He totally got what Hunter was saying, since he was way smoother in his head than in real life, but he didn’t want him to worry about it either. “What’re you wearing?” he asked, then cringed. That wasn’t smooth either. Ugh. Still, he always enjoyed a visual. “Send me a snap,” he added before Hunter could answer.
"I'm wearing way too much," Hunter said as he rolled onto his side and glanced down his body. He really was wearing too much for a sexy snap, a hoodie and jeans and everything. He'd been about to start getting ready for bed so if Sebastian had called maybe thirty minutes later he'd be down to his his boxers by now but no. "Actually, you can just tell me what I should take off first," he said with a little grin. It was true, he didn't need to be smooth with Sebastian, part of the charm of being with him was that they could laugh together and the sex wasn't this super serious porn-like performance.
“You’re wearing a hoodie, aren’t you?” Sebastian grinned, easily able to picture it. Hunter sitting on his bed, still wearing what he’d worn to school that day. Though he might’ve changed into the hoodie when he got home. That seemed to be Hunter’s comfy attire and Sebastian didn’t blame him. “You should take off your hoodie. And your jeans. And your socks. And lock the door,” he tittered, biting down on his thumb. For a moment he put his pillow over his head, hiding his blushing face, but that was so silly. No one could see him. Sebastian bit his lip. “What color are your underwear?”
Hunter laughed because okay, yes, he was predictable and yes he was wearing a hoodie. It was the kind that came off easy though, a zip-up so that was easy to take care of. "Blue," he replied before biting his lip and grinning. "With a Cap shield on the hip." He wasn't wearing sexy stuff tonight but it was a nice enough pair, dorky but cute. "What's yours like?" He made sure the zipper was audible, sitting up to shrug the hoodie off.
“Getting into character for Halloween,” Sebastian teased lightly. He didn’t expect anything super sexy and liked that Hunter added the bit about the shield. It was so easy to picture him wearing them, peeking out from his jeans when Hunter unzipped his hoodie. In his mind, Hunter wasn’t wearing anything underneath, but he realized he probably was. It was just such a nice visual to think he was bare-chested beneath. “Blue and white striped,” he answered. “I’m saving the red ones for Halloween. Unless I work up the nerve to go commando.” He doubted he would. He was worried about chafing. But it sounded hot.
That just put images in Hunter's mind of giving Sebastian a blow job somewhere, quick and dirty, leather pants still on. He got up and went to the door to lock it then tugged his socks off on his way back to bed. "I'm down to t-shirt and jeans," he informed Sebastian. "Are you wearing anything over the blue and white?" He was already getting hard, it was ridiculous how easy it was to get there and talking to Sebastian only seemed to make it happen faster and more frequently.
Sebastian could hear the movement, the pop of the lock and Hunter returning to his bed. He closed his eyes and let his hand drift down to give his dick a squeeze, half hard when they’d barely even said anything. It was the knowledge of where this was going, that they might actually get off together over the phone, and he hadn’t really thought that would be hot until it was an option. Now it definitely was. “No. Just in my underwear,” he said, and dipped down over the side of the bed to pull a shoe box out from underneath. It took him a moment to find it, but then grabbed the lube and popped back up. “I wish I could be there to take your jeans off.”
Hunter flopped down on the bed and situated the phone against his ear to free his hands. It was a little awkward so yes, it'd be amazing if Sebastian was there in person for more reasons than just longing to be close to him. "Well I'm the one who needs the practice," he murmured as he raised his hips and shimmied out of his jeans then grabbed the phone again as he kicked them off the rest of the way. "I'd rather you helped me with this t-shirt." He could imagine it too, Sebastian's hands against his back, slowly inching his t-shirt up higher and sending all those tingling happy feelings through Hunter's body.
“With your own jeans?” Sebastian grinned, pretty sure Hunter could handle those himself on a daily basis. But if they were together, Sebastian definitely wanted a turn. “Yeah?” he asked, closing his eyes, picturing himself pushing it up slowly, baring more of Hunter’s skin. “I’d get distracted,” he murmured. “I’d want… I’d want to play with your nipples.” He laughed softly saying it aloud, not sure there was a better word for it, and pretty sure he sounded silly, not hot. “Like… kiss and suck and lick and bite… but not too hard. If you’d like that.”
Hunter was pretty sure it was obvious that he liked that from when Sebastian had actually nibbled and toyed with his nipples. It felt really fucking good and he couldn't resist trailing his free hand up under his shirt to pinch one lightly. "Distracted's okay," he said softly and it hadn't sounded silly when Sebastian said it, not even a little. "And yeah I like it when you do that." The air felt thicker and he knew it was because of the heady arousal he was feeling. "Are you hard?"
“Good,” Sebastian whispered, rubbing his hand over his dick as he pictured himself teasing Hunter’s chest with his mouth. “I like doing it.” Honestly, he liked having his mouth just about anywhere on Hunter, especially if it got a reaction out of him. “Yeah,” he answered, soft and breathy as he squeezed himself again. “Thinking about taking my boxers off,” he said, lips twitching up. “Are you?”
"Yeah," Hunter breathed out and let his hand trail down his stomach. "Still need to get my t-shirt off though, you got distracted, remember?" He grinned and sat up a little, reaching back to tug at the back of his shirt to get it up and over his head. He ditched it off to the side and flopped back down against the pillow, idly running his fingers along the band of his underwear, simultaneously imagining it was Sebastian's body he was touching or Sebastian's hand touching him.
“I’m so bad at this,” Sebastian laughed quietly, dragging his hand back up to his stomach, as if they weren’t quite there yet. If Hunter had been there with him, he could have gotten the shirt pushed up, then forgotten about it as he played with his nipples and moved down his chest. It was so easy to see it happening. There was a rustling and Sebastian smiled. “Shirt finally off?” He asked, even if he thought he knew the answer. “I wanna touch you, babe.”
"Mmhmm," Hunter murmured. "Where do you want to touch me?" This conversation was a weird mix of awesome and tortuous, he could easily imagine Sebastian being there with him but he wasn't and no amount of dirty talk could replace that feeling. It was still hot though and he lightly brushed his fingertips over the bulge in his briefs before pulling back. Sebastian hadn't said he was touching him there so it felt like he was cheating.
Sebastian swallowed, closing his eyes as he pictured Hunter laying in his bed, down to just his underwear. That was a question that required an explicit answer, the kind of thing he barely ever said aloud, if ever. “Your cock,” he muttered, a blush blossoming across his chest, up his neck and over his face. “I’d… rub my hand over you. Give you a squeeze through your underwear.” He licked his lips, a little surprised to find he was breathing hard, even when he’d done nothing. “Maybe just tease you a little. Trace… trace my fingers over your balls.”
Hunter's breath hitched in his throat because damn. Sebastian kept surprising him by being a lot more forward than Hunter expected him to be. It was hot and adorable at the same time and Hunter wished he could kiss his no doubt really hot skin right now. "I wanna see what you're wearing," he murmured as he let his fingers trail down again, biting his lip at the feather light touch against his cock. "You should send me a picture." He might be pushing it and it'd be a bummer if Sebastian didn't want to but then Hunter would just send him one instead.
Sebastian bit his lip, knowing he shouldn’t, but it was so hard to say no and maybe Hunter would send him one in return? “You’ve gotta promise to delete it,” he said. “And… and send me one back.” Because if Hunter was getting a visual, then he needed one, too. Taking a deep breath, he pulled the phone back for a second and snapped a picture of himself. It wasn’t the best by any means-- his hair was a mess, his skin was flushed, and his dick was barely contained in his underwear, clearly hard between his legs. Sebastian hit send before he could think better of it and closed his eyes, listening to Hunter breathe on the other end of the phone.
"I so don't want to delete that," Hunter whispered when he'd received the picture and looked at it. He knew he had to but God he didn't want to. "I will though," he added quickly so Sebastian didn't panic but he didn't have to do it right away, just before he went to sleep. Or he could put it on his laptop in a locked folder somewhere. It was better than porn because it was Sebastian and the thought of deleting it was awful. "Hold on," he murmured because he was definitely returning the favor. It wasn't fair not to. He took a similarly angled picture only he pressed his fingers against the sides of his cock to make the outline of it more prominent and gave the camera a somewhat teasing little grin. He sent it before he could think too hard about it and he really didn't care if Sebastian deleted it or not. As long as he didn't get into trouble.
“Just… don’t set it as your lock screen,” Sebastian said with a little laugh followed by a soft gasp as Hunter’s picture came through. “Oh my god,” he muttered. He totally got what Hunter was saying now. Because there was no way he could delete it. He would tuck it away somewhere safe, but wanted to keep that forever. It would be so, so easy to jerk off to that, knowing that Hunter sent it to him, that he was hard for him. “You’re so hot,” he whispered and let his hand drop to his cock, giving it the lightest of touches. Hunter hadn’t said he could, but he didn’t think he’d mind. “You should take your underwear off now.”
"Not yet," Hunter replied teasingly and his chest felt full at the compliment, like he might just burst with happy feelings. "First I want you to reach down under your briefs and give your cock a nice stroke for me," he murmured. He wanted to tell Sebastian to suck his finger or something but it was just hot in his head and he wouldn't be able to see it. "Imagine it's my hand, okay?"
“Such a tease,” Sebastian laughed softly, thinking of Hunter’s pic again, the little grin on his face. It was so much hotter than Sebastian’s embarrassed smile, half hidden by his hand. His face was still hot as he nodded to Hunter’s request. “Kay,” Sebastian whispered, closing his eyes as he slid his hand into his underwear and gave himself a stroke. It wasn’t as exciting as if it was really Hunter’s hand, but it was better than just his own alone. Having Hunter there, on the phone, whispering to him what to do, gave him such a thrill and he moaned softly into the phone. “Love when you touch me.”
Hunter could easily imagine how hard Sebastian was and how it would feel to wrap his fingers around his cock. At least he didn't need to leave it all to the imagination now, he knew what it felt like, what it tasted like. "If I was there I'd use my mouth on you," he said quietly, glancing over at the door even if he knew it was locked. "I love sucking your dick, you taste so good." He grinned sheepishly feeling like maybe he was crossing some line he shouldn't be crossing. What if he said something Sebastian didn't like? Used some word that grossed him out? People were weird about words sometimes and he definitely had a few words he didn't like using in any context.
Sebastian groaned softly, his head tipping back as he stroked himself again, and considered reaching for the lube when Hunter started talking about sucking him off. Nothing could compare to the hot, wet heat of Hunter’s mouth around him though. “Me too,” he muttered, drawing his knees up, his feet planted on the bed as he slowly slid his foreskin back and teased the head of his cock. “I mean, I love doing it to you, but also when you do it to me.” He laughed, a soft breathy sound as he pressed his face into the pillow, trying to hide the embarrassment burning on his cheeks. “I love pretty much everything you do to me.”
Hunter felt like melting at that and he couldn't stop grinning, even if he was horny as hell by now. "Me too," he whispered and it was true, he wanted Sebastian to be touching him all the time and he wanted to touch him all the time. Maybe the forced distance made those feelings stronger but Hunter suspected they'd be overwhelming even if they had an outlet for them. "I don't wanna talk, I just want to kiss you," he sighed and his own hand had trailed down to his cock, idly stroking it through his underwear. "I'm so hard right now," he breathed. "All 'cause of you."
“I miss kissing you,” Sebastian whispered. He wanted all of it-- Hunter’s hand on him, his mouth, the feeling of their bodies pressed together-- but it was his kisses he missed the most. And no amount of dirty talk really replaced that. It made Sebastian wonder when he could kiss him next, if there was any chance they could steal one before Friday. He would have some alone time with Hunter on Friday for sure. “Yeah,” he said, smiling softly. “Me too. I… I kinda like you talking dirty to me, but it’s better in person.”
"Yeah?" Hunter asked before he could think it through. He just worried it sounded stupid but if Sebastian liked it he was happy to go on. "In that case... You should stroke yourself for me," he said and it almost sounded like an order save for the teasing tone and warmth of it. "Do you have the lube handy?" He rolled onto his stomach and reached for his nightstand to find his own little bottle, it just felt so much better with a slick hand.
“Okay,” Sebastian said, his wrist jerking almost as soon as Hunter made the request. He nodded, reaching for the lube, then remembered again that Hunter couldn’t see him. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Can I use it?” As soon as he said it, he felt his cheeks flush, not all that sure he needed that explicit direction from Hunter, but he’d been hesitant to really get started before. The last thing he wanted was to really start jerking off and Hunter not want him to, which he realized was weird, considering their conversation, but what if he took things too far? He liked knowing they were on the same page.
Hunter couldn't help but snicker a little at the question. "That was the idea," he murmured and he just wanted to kiss Sebastian more when he got self conscious like that. "I'm getting mine, we should do it together." He almost suggested they do a video chat but he worried that might be taking it too far too fast. The idea was still hot though and he filed it away for later. "I want you to come with me," he added in a quieter voice. "Do you want to?"
“I’d like that,” Sebastian said, biting his lip as he smiled. This wasn’t something he’d ever really thought he’d do, just a little fantasy in his head, but oh my god it was hot. He was going to have a hard time not jumping Hunter the next time he saw him. “You should take your underwear off now. Or at least get ‘em out of the way,” he said, pushing his down and off before dropping them off the side of the bed. “If you were here, I’d… I’d pull ‘em down with my teeth,” he grinned.
"Oh my god," Hunter whispered and laughed a little because it was hot and he did feel a little self conscious too, no matter how much he pretended he didn't. "God I can't wait to peel that leather off you," he murmured then as he pushed his boxer briefs down over his hips and kicked them off the rest of the way. "Are you naked yet? I'm naked." He laughed again though it was more delighted than amused. "Fuck, I miss you."
“Me too,” Sebastian grinned, eager for Hunter’s hands and mouth on him even if he hadn’t figured out a way to make sure it happened. He lightly ran his fingers over his stomach, then up the front of his cock, humming softly. “Yeah. Yeah, naked too,” he said with a breathy laugh, then closed his eyes. “Miss you too. It’s not fair that you can’t be here right now.” He knew that was how life worked, especially when they were still in high school and he hadn’t come out yet, but it was such a shame that they couldn’t be together tonight.
Hunter grinned at that. Jerking off just wasn't the same when he actually had someone who liked stroking him and sucking his dick but it helped a little to be talking to Sebastian. "It's not fair," he agreed, letting some lube drip on his stomach since he didn't really have two hands available while talking on the phone and he didn't want to go through the hassle of finding his headphones. They were somewhere in his backpack all tangled so that would be a lot of wasted time. "I'm getting my hand slicked up," he murmured and it was still a little awkward but he didn't care, Sebastian made even awkward a little sexy. "How about you?"
Sebastian was making a bit of a mess, dribbling lube onto himself with one hand while holding the phone with the other. It was what made sense to him at the moment, not even sure how to pour lube into his hand without making a mess. If Hunter had been there, he was sure he couldn’t have cared less. “Yeah,” he breathed, reaching down to give himself a stroke. His toes curled against the bed and he lifted his hips to press up. “I’m all good. Wet. Pretending it’s you.” That didn’t feel awkward to admit at this point, since he knew they were both doing it.
"Sticky," Hunter breathed in agreement and ran his fingers through the puddle on his stomach before wrapping them around his cock. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Sebastian's hand stroking him, that he was actually stroking Sebastian's cock and it was so much hotter than just jerking off by himself. "I can't stop thinking about catching you alone in the showers," he murmured, not wanting to go quiet on Sebastian until he literally couldn't find words anymore. "It'd be so hot giving you a blowjob there."
“Fuck,” Sebastian muttered, starting to really stroke himself now that they were both lubed up. “I’d let you. I don’t think I could say no.” He knew it was probably the most dangerous place they could fool around, but Hunter mentioning it put him there, up against the wall, the shower pouring down on him as Hunter kneeled before him. “In the showers, in the car, at the party. I’ve been thinking about dragging you into the laundry room with me. Or. Anywhere,” he whispered, his fingers playing over the head, picturing Hunter’s mouth instead. It usually took him longer on his own, but he wasn't sure this time. Hunter was there with him in spirit, even if he couldn’t be there in person.
It was safe in fantasy because nobody could walk in on them there and Hunter had pictured pouncing Sebastian in more locations than just those. By the lockers, in his living room, even somehow sneakily and unrealistically in class. There was barely a minute in the day where Hunter didn't think about him and it was probably super unhealthy but God he couldn't stop. He huffed a soft breath at the thought of the places Sebastian mentioned, slowly stroking himself as he pictured them finding an empty and lockable room at the party so he could peel those leather pants off him. "You make me wanna be reckless," he said softly though it wasn't really a complaint. "I just want to drag you into an empty class room and kiss you everywhere."
Sebastian groaned, his hips finding a little rhythm that matched his hand. He’d pictured that more than one, grabbing Hunter in the hall and pulling him into a classroom or a bathroom or pretty much anywhere. If he was feeling extra reckless in his fantasy, he just pushed Hunter up against a locker. Or the reverse. He kind of liked the idea of Hunter pushing him up against the locker instead. “Me too,” he said, hand moving faster, his breathing heavier. “Push me back onto a desk.” Or over a desk, he thought, but that fantasy seemed a bit much for now.
"Give you a love bite on the neck while I get your jeans off," Hunter murmured and he could picture it so easily now, Sebastian blushing like he always did, lips parted with arousal and his eyes half-lidded in that dopey drunken sexy way. "Just hoping nobody catches us, it'd have to be quick so I'd go down on my knees and take your dick in my mouth." He wasn't grinning as much anymore, it was easier to talk like this when he was stroking his dick, feeling that heat and weight settle in his balls.
“Love your love bites,” Sebastian muttered. He didn’t care that they drew attention in the locker room, the guys suddenly curious about who he was getting on with. He liked looking in the mirror and knowing Hunter had marked him. It was wildly irrational, but he would poke at the mark and feel himself getting hard at the memory. “Can you jerk off while you suck me off?” he asked. “If we’re trying to be quick, I mean. Otherwise I’d want a turn on you.” Wouldn’t that be hot though, if Hunter could manage it? To look down and see him stroking himself as he swallowed him? He could feel his cock jump at the thought.
"That depends," Hunter said, drawing out the words a little. He let his hand go still for a few seconds but kept it right where it was in a comfortable grip. "Do you want me to jerk off while I suck you off? I can wait if you want me to." He wasn't sure he could in the real world but it was a little hot to imagine it, his own cock dripping and aching with the need for attention, just waiting for Sebastian to come to get his turn.
“I mean… uh… I want you to come with me tonight,” Sebastian said, not sure if they were talking about the fantasy or another time or now, and right now was really what mattered. He didn’t want Hunter to hold off just because he was imagining his mouth on him, that was for sure. “But… another time, if we had time, I’d wanna suck you off. If you could wait,” he said, stroking himself faster as he pictured that, Hunter’s cock bobbing as he sucked him, waiting for attention. “If not, I’d want you to jerk off.” He wanted to make sure Hunter was taken care of, no matter what. It didn’t seem fair that he get off without him.
"If I was there I'd wait for you," Hunter told him, little grin tugging on his lips again though it was faint this time. "But not if we were in a rush, 'cause someone might come in. Only if like... we had your place to ourselves again. Then I'd wait and it'd be really hard because you turn me on so much. I'm so hard for you right now." He felt a bit like he was rambling, more focused on the images in his head and the way his hand felt than what he was really saying. "Love it when you come for me..."
“I’d make it worth it, if you could wait,” Sebastian panted, finding it harder to talk now, caught up in Hunter’s hand on his cock. Or was it his mouth. The fantasy kept changing, but he didn’t really care. Every image Hunter put in his head wound him up further so that his hips were working a little rhythm to match his hand. “Love coming for you,” he said, lips barely ticking up, too distracted to give Hunter the smile that deserved. “So close, babe. Let me know.”
Maybe it should have lasted longer but Hunter didn't care at the moment. His mind was swimming with thoughts of Sebastian and all the sexy things they could do together and hearing him talk just made it all that much hotter. "Yeah," he whispered. "Come for me, I'm close too. Want to hear you." He wasn't sure if Sebastian would make those same sweet helpless sounds he did when they were together but even just one little moan would set him off, that much was certain.
Sebastian could have made it last longer, but why hold it off if they were both there? His mind kept flip-flopping between fantasy and reality, Hunter’s mouth wrapped around him and Hunter on the other end of the line jerking off. He could picture him there, on his bed with the phone pressed against one ear, legs slightly spread as he pulled on his cock, balls tight as he got close. There was something terribly erotic about it, sharing this moment over the phone, and before Sebastian knew it he was whimpering softly, wordless pleas falling from his lips before coming with a low moan.
Hunter wanted to have those sounds recorded and it wasn't the first time he wished he could listen or watch something Sebastian did over and over again. He held back as long as he could just so he could listen to Sebastian, which might not be fair but it felt so fucking good to teeter on that edge while he listened to his boyfriend coming. Sebastian was still making those sounds when Hunter couldn't hold back anymore and he almost dropped his damn phone when he ejaculated, toes curling with pleasure and eyes falling shut. "Jesus," he moaned. "Oh my God... Fuck, I wish you were here."
Sebastian shuddered when Hunter came, the sound of his voice sending an extra little spasm through his body. “Me too,” he panted, still working to catch his breath as his other hand continued to lightly stroke his cock. Before he could think too much about it, he flipped over to the camera and snapped a picture, not even daring to look at it before sending it to Hunter. He was a mess and he knew it. And it was probably crossing a line. But God damn… “I’ll find some time for us this weekend. I really… I really miss you.” Which was silly. They’d seen each other last weekend. It wasn’t even that long ago. But he wanted Hunter there now, which made waiting two more days feel like forever.
Hunter's phone buzzed and he almost didn't check it since Sebastian hadn't said anything about sending but curiosity got to him and he peeked. He was blushing before he even opened the picture because the timing suggested a lot. He wasn't wrong either and if he hadn't just come right then, this would have sent him over the edge in a heartbeat. "Oh my god," he whispered. "I just got your picture." He groaned softly and god his face was on fire. He didn't react that way when Sebastian was right there in person but this was different. "You're so hot," he whispered. "Jesus..."
Sebastian laughed softly and pressed his face into his pillow, able to feel the warmth from his face. “Don’t you ever let anyone see that,” he whispered. “I would die.” But he trusted Hunter not to take advantage of him like that, not ever, which was probably reckless, but it was too late now. He wasn’t even going to tell him to delete it. Just… not to share it. He’d fucking lost his mind. “You are too, you know. Like… I can’t believe we just did that,” he giggled softly. There was still a black cloud hanging over him, but it was forgotten for the moment in post-orgasmic bliss. The only thing that would make it better was if Hunter had been there to curl up with.
"I'll give you insurance," Hunter murmured. "Hold on." He was a little more selective and self conscious about it than Sebastian had been, taking four pictures before he was even remotely happy with the outcome. It was probably smarter to just shoot and not think about it at all. "There," he said softly when he'd sent it. "I'll never show it to anyone and neither will you, okay?" It was a lot of trust to put in someone but by now he was sure Sebastian was the most trustworthy person he would ever know."
“You don’t have to,” Sebastian said, but already he was grinning, kind of hoping Hunter would do it anyways. While Hunter tried to take a good pic, Sebastian reached for the tissues to clean himself off, really wishing he could just pull up the covers and crash. But he’d regret it in the morning and would be horribly embarrassed about the state of his sheets soooo… His phone dinged and he clicked on the image. “Fuck,” he muttered quietly. He now had a collection. He never needed to look at porn again. “Never,” he swore. “You can trust me.”
"I know," Hunter said contently and he absolutely believed it and didn't care if that was naive of him or not. "Even if you did something to make me hate you I wouldn't do anything with that picture, that's not who I am." And he even more so doubted he could ever hate Sebastian but that went without saying. A small nagging doubt poked at him that people weren't always themselves but how many demon possessions could a guy have to face in a lifetime? He really needed not to keep worrying about that happening again.
“I could never hate you,” Sebastian said, unknowingly echoing Hunter’s thoughts. “But I know what you mean. I couldn’t either.” Even though he wasn’t in the picture of Hunter, it felt like it exposed as much of him as it did Hunter. He would never look at it and not remember that he’d just gotten off as well. With his stomach and hand cleaned off, Sebastian pulled the covers up over himself, thinking that maybe tonight he’d sleep naked just because. “Thank you,” he said quietly after a moment of silence. “I was kind of freaking out and you… you’re all I’m thinking about now.”
Hunter had yet to clean up and he figured at this point he might as well just go to the bathroom and wash up properly. He lay still, idly running his index finger through the mess on his stomach, warmth flaring up inside him at Sebastian's words. "Good," he said quietly, unable to keep from smiling. "I won't let anything bad happen to you." It was beyond his control but he could stubbornly resist it anyway and fight for his boyfriend if he had to. At the very least he could help him carry the burden. "I like being the only thing you think about," he said cheekily to keep himself from spiralling back into thinking about the things that had him scared.
Sebastian smiled bigger at that, even if he knew Hunter couldn’t do much in this situation. That he wanted to meant more, that he’d listen and support him, and be there for him afterwards. It made him feel all warm inside, happy and cared for and safe. “No complaints here,” he grinned. “Follow me into my dreams?” He would think of Hunter until he passed out tonight and maybe he’d seen him in his sleep. It was definitely a better path than he’d been down before and he wasn’t even going to go there now.
"I'll be right there with you," Hunter said and he didn't really want to end this conversation any time soon. He was however a little braindead after his orgasm and sleepiness was starting to ease in on him so he knew it would have to end soon whether he liked it or not. "If I say 'homework is killing me' anywhere near you tomorrow it means I wish I could kiss you."
“If I say ‘can’t wait till this weekend’ it means I can’t wait to be alone with you,” Sebastian replied back with a sleepy smile. Even if they never used the coded phrases, he kind of loved them. All it really took was seeing the way Hunter looked at him. The hard part was not getting all moony back. “I should probably let you go,” he said softly, really feeling sleep drag him down now. “Talk tomorrow?”
"Yeah," Hunter agreed reluctantly. "I should go clean up and go to sleep." He didn't want to, god he didn't want to, but at least he'd see Sebastian at school even if he couldn't touch and kiss him like he really wanted to do. "Even if I don't say anything around you I still want to kiss you," he added more quietly, smiling faintly. "And I can't wait to be with you."
Sebastian kind of wanted to stay on the line, but was pretty sure he’d fall asleep on Hunter. He was feeling exhausted after the events of the night, far more tired than he should be, but emotionally drained. Talking to Hunter had been the best part of the day. Seeing him, being alone with him, would be the highlight of the week. “I always want to kiss you,” he said back. “Every time I see you, I think, I should just go kiss him. Someday I will.”
"When it's safe," Hunter tittered but he could so easily imagine Sebastian one day just walking up to him in school and kissing him and he was pretty sure he'd simply die. "Good night, Sebastian," he murmured then with a wistful little sigh. "Sleep well."
“When it’s safe,” Sebastian agreed, but he wondered at what point he’d stop caring. Things would never be perfect. With curses and demons and whatnot, what was he really waiting for? Morning, in this case, but someday enough would be enough. “Night, babe,” he smiled. “You too.”