Hunter finally pulled back so they could finish getting dressed. He was hungry still and eager to get the pizza out of the way so they could come back up here and snuggle. He was sure they had some snacks in the house too and he could change the sheets later if they got crumbs on the bed. Right now he didn't care about stuff like that, he just wanted to lounge with his boyfriend in peace.
Sebastian lingered as long as Hunter would let him, then finally finished pulling his clothes on. He’d left his shoes and socks by the door, since it was raining so hard when he came in, but otherwise he was dressed. A little rumpled, but who really cared? “I’m gonna see if Greg’ll let us stay next weekend, after the bonfire,” he told Hunter once he was done. “Think Mak will cover for you?”
"Probably," Hunter said and grinned faintly. "Now that he knows you exist he might see right through it." He winced at the thought and wondered if it was better to just be upfront, say they were all spending time at a friend's house like they had at that small party. He didn't know how they were going to juggle it, it'd be so hard to keep his hands to himself during the bonfire but he'd have to because... people. They didn't have to stay late he told himself. They could sneak off early, get Greg's key if he was cool with them staying again.
“He still might let you do it,” Sebastian pointed out. “I mean, I’m pretty sure my parents think I’ve been sleeping with every girl I’ve dated, but they’ve never said a thing.” That might be different when he came out, but he couldn’t imagine them preventing him from sleeping over at Greg’s house. He’d been doing that since he was a kid. And if they did protest, what the fuck was that about? It wasn’t like there was a concern about Hunter getting pregnant. “I’m kind of okay with them ignoring it. It’s better than talking about it.”
"Sebastian McCarthy, womanizer," Hunter said with a snicker. "Lady killer." Hunter was really glad he hadn't tried to go through with it. A lot of gay guys had sex with girls even if they didn't want to, it was really sad. "I guess it's different when it's another guy. I don't think my dad's sexist about it but he'll be more worried about Jen than me and more worried about me with guys than girls. Guys are monsters, you know." He rolled his eyes and kissed Sebastian again, brief and soft on the lips. "Not you though, you're perfect."
Sebastian hadn’t slept with any of the girls he’d dated, but the fact remained that he’d felt the pressure to date them in the first place, to conform even after he knew it wasn’t what he wanted. There was a time when he’d desperately wanted it to work, where he’d enjoyed kissing them up to a point, but he just couldn’t bring himself to let it go any farther. The lies he would have had to tell himself to get off with them would have been wrong on so many levels. “‘m not,” he hummed against Hunter’s lips, but it still made him smile. “But I still don’t want your dad to worry. Tell him… tell him you top and maybe he’ll chill,” he snickered.
Hunter pulled back as he burst out laughing at that. "I'm not talking about sex with my dad," he protested strongly, covering his eyes as he laughed. "Oh my god, no." He could barely imagine telling his dad he was having sex in the first place, talking about the ins and outs of it - literally - was on a whole other level of crazy. Hunter was pretty sure Grady didn't want to know any of it and he could just picture his father going pale and awkward if Hunter even tried.
While it was what he was going for, Sebastian hadn’t expected Hunter to laugh as he had and he found it contagious, unable to stop himself from giggling quietly. “I don’t blame you. I’d freak out if my parents even tried. My head would explode.” Especially if they knew he was gay. He couldn’t imagine a situation in which he wouldn’t die from mortification. “It’s kinda weird though, isn’t it? Knowing they’ll worry more, that it’s different. I’ve always thought the concern was that someone would get pregnant and that’s really not an issue.”