Re: Sebastian and Hunter
The way Hunter purred back at him really, truly shouldn’t have had such an effect on him, but Sebastian could feel the heat rising up his neck to his cheeks. He’d always wondered what it would feel like to flirt with another guy, but hadn’t realized he was doing it until Hunter started to respond back and suddenly it was real. His heart did a little flip and he licked his lips before he nodded. “I can do that,” he smiled, watching Hunter out of the corner of his eye as he turned to make him something else. He grabbed the butterscotch without even thinking about it, then the Irish Cream. Then he turned, facing Hunter again as he offered up the shot. “Buttery Nipple,” he grinned, well aware that his face was probably the color of his hair, but that was the recipe his brain had supplied.
It was fucking nice having gone from miserable to positively giddy and Hunter was about to tell Sebastian that if he didn't know better he'd think he was flirting, because god it felt like he was and if he was... He didn't get further than, "If I didn't know better-" when Greg Wheeler came noisily barrelling through the door. He'd somehow managed to get his shirt off so clearly they were at that stage of the party and he made a beeline for Sebastian, grabbing him from behind and picking him up with a roar.
"I just got him back from Jules and you're stealing him now?" he exclaimed and laughed as he put Sebastian back down, grinning over his shoulder at Hunter. "Not cool, my man. Not cool! What are you ladies up to?"
Sebastian didn’t get the chance to find out what Hunter was thinking when Greg suddenly hoisted him into the air, eyesa wide and limbs flailing to take hold of something. “Oh my fucking god, Wheels, put me down!” he laughed, playfully smacking at the side of Greg’s head. “Be nice to my new friend, you idiot.” Was he allowed to say that? He wanted it to be true, so hopefully it was. He flashed Hunter an embarrassed smile. “Hunter, this is Greg-- my best friend, partner in crime, and backup dancer,” he said once he was back on his feet. He made an attempt to straighten his shirt, though he’d lost a button now and it hung open to his chest. It was faring better than Greg’s though, which was completely missing. “What happened to your shirt? Please tell me you’re not in the middle of a game of strip poker. Or strip anything. ‘Cause I’m not walking your nude ass home at the end of the night.”
"We've met," Hunter said with a little laugh because while he hadn't ever talked to Sebastian, Greg had inexplicably shouted cheerful stuff at him in the halls but from what Hunter had witnessed he did that with just about everyone and always seemed to know their names too.
Greg feigned offence at Sebastian's words. "Jake spilled beer on me," he said. "I stink like a brewery, didn't bring a spare shirt. Strip poker sounds like fun though! As long as I win. You're totally walking my nude ass home though, you love my nude ass. It's a great ass!" He hooked his arm over Sebastian's shoulders and leaned in toward Hunter with a knowing grin. "You know what I'm talking about."
Sebastian couldn’t have possibly been more red now, his gut twisting uncomfortably at Greg’s words, and he poked his friend in the side. “First, you’re not nude if you win. The goal of strip poker is to keep your clothes on,” he said, trying to swallow back his embarrassment. “Second, I have zero interest in your ass and it’s horribly rude to assume he does.” Just because Hunter was gay didn’t mean he liked all guys. Greg had to know that, but it was exactly what Sebastian was afraid of, another reason he hadn’t come out on the long list of reasons.
"I want to win so the girls get naked, dumbass," Greg chortled and then leaned back to Hunter to nudge him in the shoulder. "No offense, bro, we appreciate and welcome everyone regardless of which asses they like, right Bash?" He meant it too, though it came out a little brash and flippant. He was a little too drunk to be eloquent and he wasn't even good at that when sober.