Author's Notes:

So, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction (so I would LOVE to hear what I've done right and what I've done wrong, or even just whether you liked it or not; oh, and no homophobic flames—us gays are the only ones allowed to be flamers), and, though it's been a long time since I watched gLee, I love this delicious pairing. I know that Hunter says he's "not even remotely bi-curious," but to me, those sound like the words of someone who KNOWS he's gay, and is so far in denial he's standing in a river in Egypt. So, in this fic, Hunter and Sebastian have been friends since Hunter came to Dalton (in this, he's been there for at least five months so that they have plenty of time for their relationship and feelings for each other to develop). Also, since we ALL know that it's bullSHIT anyway, the Warblers never did steroids; not our boys; not while they're in my hands. Never fear.

Btw, if you see text like this {Text} that's just me inserting my own comments into the story. Because I DO WHAT I WANT. Lolz 8D

So, here it is! With Peace, Love, and Doctor Who, I humbly present:

What is he doing to me?

Sebastian came in from lacrosse practice, all sweaty and a little out of breath. Hunter was sitting on his bed doing homework, and couldn't help but stare a little (a lot) when Sebastian took off his shirt. You wouldn't expect him to have much muscle because he was so slender, but he was very well toned, and his arms, usually hidden by the Dalton blazer, were actually pretty big. Not out of proportion or anything; but there was more than enough bulge to tell that Sebastian worked out.

Why had Hunter noticed these things about his roommate? Why did he even care? Maybe he had just learned to appreciate physical fitness in people other than himself. What did it matter that it happened to be a guy? Yeah, it didn't mean anything. He was constantly surrounded by guys, he was bound to make objective observations about them. He had been in a military academy; he was trained to be able to quickly size up other people's physicality. Really, it was automatic, in case he had to fight with or against them; he just noticed more about Sebastian because he looked at Sebastian a lot. By accident! You know, because they were roommates. Not any other reason. {Yeah, right}

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"What?" Hunter spluttered. "I don't want a picture of you."

"You were staring, Hunter. Again." Oh, how Hunter hated that infuriating smirk. Hated it.

"I was not. I was spacing out, and I just happened to have my head turned in your general direction. There's a difference."

"Whatever. Do you need the bathroom? I wanna shower."

"All yours."

"Are you sure? You don't want to ogle a little longer?" Sebastian winked.

"Go shower, Sebastian," Hunter mumbled.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Me naked and all wet." Smirk.

"I'd like you to leave the room."

Sebastian sauntered off to the bathroom, whistling—oh, god, not that song. Whistle. It was Sebastian's new favorite song, and he sounded fantastic. Because he was such a preppie, people didn't expect Sebastian to be able to rap, but his voice was well suited for it, and when he hit the chorus... wow. Of course, he replaced the word girl with boy, because no way would Sebastian ever let a girl near his... uhm... whistle (blush).

Hunter loved Sebastian's voice (wait, what?), and he actually loved that song, but he hated hearing Sebastian sing it. He couldn't really put his finger on why though.

No, he knew why. It was because he just knew that because Sebestian was Sebastian, he was thinking about every blowjob he had ever given or received. That was what bothered Hunter, but why it bothered him was really the thing he couldn't quite put his finger on. And that bothered him as well.

He wasn't homophobic at all, despite how he was raised, and he had learned that gay people usually broke stereotypes, especially Sebastian. He just didn't know how to handle how much the guy set him on edge. He was always so hyperaware of Sebastian. Hell, he noticed when Sebastian changed his cologne for pity's sake. And then, of course, he was stupid enough to mention it. Jeeze, Sebastian still hadn't let that one go. No, really, it was over a month and a half ago, and Sebastian mentioned it about every three days. If Hunter was lucky.

Hunter had been lost in thought for a while, so he didn't realize that Sebastian had stopped singing. No, now he was... grunting. And—and moaning. What the hell? No. No, no, no, no, nononono. Too far, he'd gone too far this time, crossed one too many lines. Hunter jumped up and hammered on the bathroom door.

"Sebastian, you sex-crazed maniac! Is there any way you could, please, out of respect for your roommate, jack-off a little quieter?!"

"Ah! Let me get this straight." Pant. Gasp. "Y-you know I'm jacking-off, so you—ohhh—decide not to put on headphones to d-drown it—mmmmh—out, but come talk to me and f-fill my head with your voice? Fu-fuck, yeah, Hunter. That's kinda kinky."

"Oh, my god, are you still doing it while I'm talking to you?! What is wrong with you?!" Hunter roared.

"Well—fuck—right now it's basically that I've got this raging boner; huge, just so you know; that I'm trying to t-take care of, but my roommate—yeah—who... insists he's not even... ha, ha... remotely bi-curious is also insisting... that he talk to me while I'm doing it.So much better that way. A-ah, ah, AH!"

In the moments that followed, the only sounds were those of the water turning off and Sebastian panting. After about a minute, something occured to Hunter. He had just... heard another guy have an orgasm. Shouldn't he be grossed out? He must be in shock. He had read about that kind of thing happening when someone went through serious trauma. Which he obviously had. Serious trauma. He shook his head, trying to clear it.

"I'm not even remotely bi-curious. And I'm not insisting on talking to you, I'm just asking you to keep it down. I don't need to hear that, Sebastian."

"You don't need to or you don't want to? Two totally different things. Just saying."

The bathroom door opened, and Sebastian was standing there in just his boxers, chest dripping water like he was still sweaty. Hunter's legs were frozen; he was still processing the fact that Sebastian was right: he heard Sebastian... pleasuring himself and his first instinct was to talk to him, not drown out the noise. What was that about? Obviously the shock of it all prevented him from acting rationally. Obviously.

"Um, Hunt? Unless you want a hug or something, could you get out of my way? But you only get one if you're shirtless, too." Sebastian licked his lips wolfishly.

"Wha—you—no! I don't want—I was just—" Sebastian unceremoniously shoved a very uncomfortable Hunter aside. "Sorry," Hunter mumbled as he regained his footing and tried to force some confidence into his voice. "Look, I don't care what you do in there, I just don't want to hear it, okay? It's rude. And disrespectful. And completely distasteful."

"Maybe you wouldn't think so if you'd ever had a taste."

"You are disgusting."

"Maybe I am," said Sebastian, turning and getting all up in Hunter's personal space, right in his face, their bodies almost touching. "But you wanna know what you are? You are blushing. It just never gets old."

"I don't understand why you enjoy that so damn much," Hunter grumbled.

"Because it means that you're innocent and I have the opportunity to corrupt you." Sebastian's voice was absolutely dripping sex. "You know, it's actually kinda pretty." Wait, what? Pretty? Sebastian Smythe doesn't use words like pretty. The hell? Sebastian thought.

"I'm not blushing, I'm just warm from all the steam that just came out of the bathroom. Would it kill you to turn the fan on?" Hunter asked, taking a step back.

"Well, if you're warm, I invite you to take your clothes off," said Sebastian with a wink.

"Jesus, Bas, you're worse than Captain Jack with all your innuendos and suggestive crap. Can't you cool your jets for ten minutes?"

"Hold it. Did you just say Captain Jack? As in Captain Jack Harkness? As in you're a Whovian, too?"

"You watch The Doctor?"

"I worship The Doctor."

They stared at each other. They just stared. Smiling like a pair of idiots. {Because I'm a die-hard Whovian, so they are, too. This is going somewhere good, I promise.}

"Fantastic!" said Hunter. "You know what this means, right? We are watching Doctor Who now. Right now... Right after you put some clothes on."

"Oh, yes! Clear off your bed while I get dressed so we can sit there while we watch."

"Allons-y!"

"Geronimo."

Sebastian yanked on a pair of lounge pants and an old tee-shirt while Hunter started clearing his bed. For an ex-military student, it was a little cluttered. But he'd just been doing homework, so he figured it wasn't really a slip in discipline. Just homework. And a spider. A big, black, hairy spider on his bed, holy shit! Holy Shit!

"HOLY SHIT!" Hunter jumped and scrambled back four or five feet. He grabbed Sebastian by the shoulders and yanked himself behind him.

"OUCH! What the fuck, Hunter!?"

"Spider! Spider on my bed! Enormous, huge, gigantic, big black spider on my bed. Kill it, Seb! Kill it! Kill it!"

"Weren't you at a military school? Didn't you learn how to use guns and stuff? Learn how to take being shot at? And you're afraid of a stupid spider?" Sebastian asked as he struggled against Hunter's impressively strong grip. All he was able to manage was getting Hunter's hands off his shoulders and down to his biceps. Not an improvement.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I don't have a gun with me," Hunter hissed into Sebastian's ear. "I'm defenseless. Kill it, Bas! Kill it now!"

"I will if you let go of the death-grip you have on my arms!"

"Sorry," Hunter said, quickly letting go. Sebastian grabbed a tissue, squashed the spider, and threw it in the trash. Hunter was shaking and white as a sheet.

"Th-thanks. Will you check for more? Don't give me that look; I'm arachnophobic, I can't help it!"

"Yeah, I'll check for more," Sebastian grumbled as he lifted the sheets and pillows. "But only because you look so pathetic right now you'd probably burst into tears if I said no."

"I would not," muttered Hunter, crossing his arms.

"Yeah? Well, maybe you'd just finish the job of breaking my fucking arms if I said no. I mean, damn, man, you look strong and everything, but you're stronger than you look." He even got down on the floor to check under the bed. But he put too much weight on one of his arms. "Ow," he said, rubbing it.

"Your arms are more muscled than they look in the Dalton uniform," Hunter blurted out. Where did that come from? Just an objective observation. Again. But it still counted as an accident. Yeah.

"Thanks. I'm glad you approve," Sebastian said. Why does he have to wink with every other thing he says? Hunter thought.

"I didn't say—"

"Okay," Sebastian said before Hunter could come up with an excuse for why he said that about his arms. "I declare this bed spider-free."

"Thanks," said Hunter, hoping the arm comment would be forgotten in the wake of The Doctor. "Let's watch."

Sebastian popped in the DVD and the boys settled on Hunter's bed. Six or seven hours later they were both passed out. Somehow, when Hunter woke up in the middle of the night, he was lying with his head on Sebastian's shoulder and his hand... up Sebastian's shirt.

Wow. Hunter finally understood the meaning of 'hard-bodied'. Sebastian's muscles were tight and hard, like he was flexing them. Hunter couldn't help it. He moved his hand down Sebastian's chest, to his abs (and damn) and back up to his chest. And back down. And—

"Mmm, Hunt. That feels nice and everything, but uh, whatcha doin'?"

Shit. Caught. Shit, shit, shit!

"I—uh, shit, I didn't mean to—I just woke up—shit. It was an accident! All I did was move my hand. I didn't really know—I didn't realize where it was 'cause I just woke up," Hunter spluttered as he whipped his hand away as if burned.

"Riiiiight. Well, lucky for you I don't mind you copping a feel, and I will not be pressing any charges."

"Why would I even want to 'cop a feel' anyway?" Hunter mumbled.

"Is that technically second base? This is moving a little fast for me, Hunt. I feel like you only want me for my body," Sebastian teased.

"I do not want you, you self-deluded, egocentric horn-dog. Just because everyone else does doesn't mean I do, got it?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

"You're impossible," Hunter grunted.

"So, everybody wants me, huh? I'm sure that comment didn't contribute to my ego at all. No, wait, let me guess. You take that back. You didn't mean it. Moment of temporary insanity. Right?"

"Pretty much."

"You seem to have a lot of those around me. Just saying."

Hunter started to push Sebastian away, saying he was kicking Sebastian out of his bed, but Sebastian wrapped his arms and legs around Hunter's body. "Nooo, don't kick me out, it's so nice cuddling you." That's new, Hunter thought. Sebastian didn't like cuddling. Not even after sex. Sebastian was more of a 'we're done, now; get the hell out of my house/car/this bathroom stall/sketchy alley' kind of guy.

"Who'd ever think Sebastian Smythe would be a cuddler? Learn something new every day."

"I wouldn't say I'm a cuddler. I just like wrapping my body around you," said Sebastian with that french-whore smile and charmingly seductive voice. Well, Sebastian thought it was charmingly seductive, but Hunter didn't. Seriously. He didn't. Not even a little bit.

"That being said, I am not cuddling with you. Get out of my bed."

"Make me."

Hunter tried. No, really, he did. But Sebastian had a vice-grip around Hunter's arms and legs, and when he finally got his arms free Sebastian just got an even tighter grip around his torso. They wrestled around for almost two minutes, and both boys actually found themselves laughing.

"Let go, Seb! I wanna sleep!" Hunter gasped.

"I'll never let go!"

"Really, you're quoting Titanic? Haha, you watched Titanic."

"You know the quote, that means so did you. Hunter Clarington is a complete sap!"Sebastian shouted between fits of laughter.

"Take that back!"

"Make me!"

It wasn't exactly uncomfortable, Hunter just wasn't used to being held like this. Especially by another guy. It was actually an interesting feeling, though, having Sebastian pressed up against him like that. He could feel Sebastian's body very... ahem... intimately. Including—

"Sebastian. Tell me you are not hard right now." All laughter abruptly stopped.

"Okay," Sebastian said delicately.

"You are, aren't you?"

"You... told me not to tell you."

Hunter gave a disgruntled moan. Of course, Sebastian made him regret it immediately.

"Oooh, moaning, Hunt? You feel something you like?" Sebastian wiggled his hips and Hunter's breath hitched.

"Gross!" he gasped. "It—it wasn't that kind of moan, Bastian. Get a grip."

"I'd rather you do the gripping, but I guess that's one way to make it go away."

Hunter hissed at top speed, "Sebastian-Smythe-I-swear-to-god-if-you-start-touching-yourself-while-I'm-in-the-room-I-will-dump-you-into-the-tub-and-run-the-coldest-shower-on-earth-on-you-with-all-your-clothes-on!"

"It's not like you could actually get up to do that though," Sebastian pointed out.

"I could get up if I wanted to."

"Oh, so you don't want to? That's interesting." Sebastian snuggled closer to Hunter. Quite an accomplishment, actually.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. I just meant if I really, really tried. I could do it."

"That still means you weren't trying before," Sebastian said in a sing-song voice.

"I'm not dignifying that with a response."

"Which, in and of itself, is a response. Just so you know."

"You're infuriating, Seb."

"You love me."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. Now, speaking of sleep, could you please get off me so I can sleep?"

"You were sleeping just fine before. Please?"

Hunter's eyes had adjusted to the dark and Sebastian's face was a little closer than Hunter would have gotten, but he wasn't going to say anything. Why? He didn't really have an answer. He could also see that Sebastian was making puppy eyes at him. What. The. HELL. Hunter thought only Jeff could do that, but damn, Sebastian was a master, and his eyes were so cute—annoying, Hunter corrected mentally—that he couldn't help giving in.

"The puppy face will be the death of me," he grumbled.

"So that means...?" Sebastian began hopefully.

"Yes. You can stay... and... cuddle. Goddammit, I don't cuddle. What the hell are you doing to me?" Hunter grumbled.

"Making improvements," Sebastian quipped. He released his death-grip on Hunter and adjusted himself so his leg and arm were draped comfortably over Hunter's body, and his head was on Hunter's chest. Hunter could still feel Sebastian's hard-on against his leg, and moving his leg away would be rude, wouldn't it? Yeah, super rude. And manners are important.

But he was seized with a sudden impulse to mess with Sebastian. He started shifting his legs around, purposely brushing more and harder than strictly necessary against Sebastian's groin. He heard Sebastian stifle a moan.

"Hunt, what are you doing?" His voice was awfully low and husky.

"Just trying to get comfy. Why? What do you mean?" Hunter's voice was a picture of innocence.

"You're not making my, uh, problem any easier. Could you just... not move for a little bit while I think of dead puppies and stuff?"

"Of course," he chuckled. He couldn't help it. Damn it.

"Oh, this is funny to you? Shouldn't you be disgusted? Freaking out and having conniptions on the floor? Wait a minute... You did that on purpose!" Sebastian hissed through gritted teeth.

"Sorry, Seb, you just make it so easy."

"God, Hunt, you're such a tease. First you get me hard, then you purposely make it worse, and now you're not gonna do a damn thing to help me out, are you?"

"Nope. Not a thing. I'm just gonna lay here and revel in your agony."

"You're lucky you're so hot, Hunt, because if you weren't, there's no way in hell I'd put up with all your crap. Okay, fuck this. I'm going to the bathroom." He leaned in and whispered seductively in Hunter's ear, "I'll be imagining it's you." Hunter shivered as Sebastian's lips and breath ghosted over his ear, effectively distracting him long enough for Sebastian to spring up before Hunter really registered what he'd said. Hunter was surprised to find he actually missed the other boy in his bed; the pleasant, warm weight around and on top of him. But it wasn't because it was Sebastian, it was just because cuddling was nicer than Hunter thought it would be. It had nothing to do with Sebastian. Nothing at all.

"Gross, Seb."

"Why can't you just be flattered like a normal person?"

"Why can't you just talk like a normal person and not come on to me literally all the time?"

"Can we not do the talking-to-me-while-I'm-jacking-off thing this time?"

"Can you close the door?"

"Close your ears."

"You suck."

"I could suck you."

"Shut up! And close the door, I mean it!"

"Nnnnnope. You can close it yourself, but I'm about to start, so you'd better hurry."

Hunter didn't move. He could hear Sebastian so clearly this time. His grunts and moans and cursing. Hunter definitely didn't find it a turn-on, no, not at all. In fact he was thoroughly grossed out. But somehow he just couldn't move his hands over his ears. He figured he was paralyzed with disgust. Yeah, that was it. Hunter tried to just let his thoughts drift. There were only three words to describe this action:

Monumentally. Bad. Idea.

Because eventually his thoughts drifted to the bathroom, and before he even realized what his traitorous brain was doing, he found himself wondering what Sebastian's face looked like right now. Without really realizing what he was doing (just operating on auto-pilot, basically, so he wasn't in control of his actions and it really wasn't his fault), he twisted around, saw into the bathroom, and gasped audibly.

Hunter got an eyeful of a very naked-from-the-waist-down Sebastian. He didn't actually see Sebastian's... you know (shiver), but he could see his strong, sturdy legs, his arm going along quite speedily, and his ass, though Hunter tried to avoid looking in that general area. He was all smooth, tan skin and hard, lean muscle. His first thought was beautiful, but he corrected it to repulsive. His brain had obviously short-circuited and was confusing words. Obviously.

His second thought was I guess he heard me gasp because he's looking right at me.

Wait, what?!

Sebastian was indeed staring right at Hunter (not stopping what he was doing, either) with an absolutely wicked grin on his face. And he got louder, too.

Hunter whipped around and scooted to the other side of the bed. He laid there, heart pounding, hoping the world would end. Because Sebastian was never ever going to forget this or let it go. And Hunter knew that Sebastian was going to twist it around in his head and make it seem like Hunter had been trying to watch him on purpose. All things being equal, it was an accident.

Hunter's brain short-circuited again as he heard Sebastian finish and felt the heat rush to his cheeks.

"Hunt, yes! Fuck! Oh, GOD, Hunter!"

Holy sweet hell. That did not. Just. Happen. He did not just do that! You can't do that! You can't jack-off thinking of someone when that someone is in the next room! Hunter heard the toilet flush and knew Sebastian was coming back. He went through his options in his mind: feign sleep? No, Sebastian would never believe it. Hide in the closet or under the bed? No, not enough room. Run from the room (building, state, country)? No, Sebastian was back already. Shit.

Hunter pulled the covers up over his head. He felt Sebastian get in bed, wrap his arms around Hunter, and nuzzle into his neck. Nuzzling? Sebastian thought. That's a little... sweet for me. It's nice, though.

Silence.

Hunter was waiting. Waiting for Sebastian to tease and mock him into oblivion. He wished Sebastian would just get on with it already; the waiting was only making it worse. Eventually, Sebastian started running his hand through Hunter's hair. It was nice, and Hunter felt another shiver run through him. What was with all this shivering? Maybe he just had the chills and didn't realize it.

"Go ahead. Say it," Hunter muttered.

"Why, Hunter, what ever are you talking about?" asked Sebastian in an innocent voice. It didn't suit him. His voice was somewhat muffled because he was speaking with his lips brushing against Hunter's neck. The sensation was... interesting.

"I know you... saw me. And I know you. You're bursting to make fun of me and make innuendos and insinuate that I'm super gay for you." He gritted his teeth. "So just go ahead and do it."

"Well, I was going to be mature and let it go—"

"Fat chance."

"But since you're so eager to talk about it," Hunter could hear him grinning evilly, "let's talk. Because what I'm getting is that you liked what you heard so you decided to, uh, sneak a peek?"

"No!" Hunter answered just a bit too quickly.

"Why'd you look then?" Sebastian challenged. "Mr. Not-even-remotely-bi-curious get a little burst of curiosity?"

"I—No. I just... I didn't even realize what I was—! It's like seeing a car wreck. You don't want it to happen, it's horrible that it's happening, but no one could resist watching a car wreck."

Sebastian pounced on Hunter's choice of words.

"Oh, so you couldn't resist? You find me irresistible. I like the sound of that."

"That's not what I meant! I—stop putting words in my mouth!"

"I could put something else in your mouth."

"You—! How dare—! Would you stop talking against my neck and playing with my hair?! It's... distracting. I don't like it." Hunter immediately pulled away and turned on his side to face the wall.

So, Sebastian scooted with him so he was flush against Hunter's back. And started whispering in his ear again. With that low voice Sebastian thought was so sexy.

"I don't think that there's any way I could not distract you. You notice everything I do, don't you? When I change my cologne, whether I've slept well or not, when I'm not getting along with my parents, how muscled my arms are, when I can hit a new note, when—"

"Well, it's not like you don't notice stuff about me!" Hunter snapped as he whipped back around to face Sebastian. "When one of the Warblers is annoying me, when I learn a new dance move, when I'm stressed over an assignment, when I'm not eating right, when I'm nervous about a performance, when my idiot kid-sister has been prematurely aging me with all her dumb shit. I've got a million of 'em, Seb. Should I keep going?"

Sebastian was quiet. He never thought about it, but he really did pay attention to Hunter, more than he had ever paid attention to anyone. Why? He had no idea. Sebastian was never a guy who had close friends; he didn't like letting people in. But, Hunter... Hunter was different than anyone Sebastian had ever met. There was something about Hunter that Sebastian immediately trusted. Before he knew it, he and Hunter knew everything about each other. He knew Sebastian's parents used to try to beat the gay out of him. Sebastian knew that Hunter had body image issues and used to be anorexic.

Hunter was loyal and persistent (he practically forced his friendship on Sebastian at first; if Sebastian hadn't wanted in his pants so badly, he would've been creeped out), he was always nice to Sebastian, even when he didn't really deserve it, he challenged Sebastian, and he never took any of Sebastian's crap (sexual advances aside. Because reasons). He called Sebastian out on his bullshit and he made Sebastian respect him whether he wanted to or not.

And Hunter never made comments about Sebastian's sex-life, either; a few weeks ago, he even stood up for Sebastian when a guy was talking shit.

*flashback!*

Sebastian, Hunter, Nick, and Jeff were in the Lima Bean, waiting in line for coffee, when a skinny guy walked over to them and started talking.

"Uh, Sebastian? Is that you?"

"The one and only. And you aaare...?"

"You're joking, right? You don't remember me? We were together a month ago, I gave you my number, and you never called," the skinny guy said angrily.

"Yeah? Well, there's a reason for that."

"I worked that out for myself; you're just a slut."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, Nick and Jeff looked outraged, but it was Hunter who spoke up.

"Apologize." Hunter's voice was quiet and soft as velvet, but his features were filled with rage.

"Excuse me? Who the hell are you?"

"I'm the guy whose boyfriend you just called a slut. So that makes you the guy who needs to apologize to him before I beat the absolute shit out of you." {Because slut-shaming is wrong}

Nick and Jeff looked at each other and smiled. For beyond-obvious reasons.

"Boyfriend?!" the skinny guy scoffed. "No way. Don't kid yourself; you're just his flavor of the hour."

"We've been together for three weeks, fuck-face. And I'm not gonna ask you again. Apologize. To my boyfriend. Now!" Hunter growled as he took a menacing step toward the skinny guy. He sized Hunter up and quickly turned to Sebastian and said,

"S-sorry. I gotta go." He made to exit the shop, but Hunter grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him back.

"Sorry for what?" Hunter quietly demanded. "Look him in the eye and call him by his name!" Sebastian was floored.

The skinny guy looked at Hunter and obviously saw no sign that he wouldn't follow through on his threat.

"Sorry for calling you that, Sebastian," the skinny guy mumbled, glancing at Sebastian.

Sebastian could see that this wasn't good enough for Hunter, but he really didn't want to cause a scene. "Hunt, just let him go," Sebastian murmured.

Hunter released his grip and the skinny guy practically ran out of the Lima Bean without getting a coffee.

"You didn't have to do that," Sebastian said. "I'm used to it."

"And that's a problem. It wouldn't matter if you'd fucked every guy on the planet; it's not his business and he shouldn't try to shame you about what you do with your life because he wasn't good enough in bed for you to remember him," Hunter said heatedly.

After a moment of silence, Sebastian said with a coy smile, "so we're boyfriends now, huh?"

"Shut up, Seb." Hunter blushed.

Sebastian linked his arm with Hunter's, leaned on his shoulder for a moment and said, "my knight in shining armor.How did I get such a chivalrous boyfriend?"

Hunter blushed an even deeper shade of red, and, knowing he'd regret it but for some unknowable reason unable to resist, decided to play along saying, "I guess you're just lucky."

"Oh, Nicky, look how cute they are!"

"I know, Jeffy, it's like looking into a crystal ball."

"Never gonna happen, guys. I know you ship it, but Hunter's too good for me," Sebastian said with a sigh.

Hunter surprised all three of them when he kept their arms linked, and playfully hip-checked Sebastian, saying, "oh, come on. You're perfect."

Niff just stared, mouths agape. Hunter suddenly remembered that they were there, so he stepped away from Sebastian and quickly said, "well, I figured since they're never gonna get the real thing, I might as well pretend for them for a minute. Seriously, guys, never gonna happen."

"Stop blowing holes in our ship," said Jeff.

"There's an innuendo in there somewhere, just gimme a minute," said Sebastian.

"Can it, or I'm breaking up with you."

"Baby, don't be like that," Sebastian purred as he moved behind Hunter and wrapped his arms around Hunter's waist. All Hunter could do was blush again. It escaped no one's notice that he did nothing to get away from Sebastian this time.

"So cute," said Jeff.

*flashback over*

No. No one was like Hunter. Maybe that was why Sebastian had changed so much because of him. He stopped doing all the crap he used to do (the rock salt slushie, the blackmail, the attempts to steal people's boyfriends, etcetra, etcetra, blah, blah, blah) because Hunter somehow dug around inside Sebastian and pulled his conscience out of whatever dungeon Sebastian had it locked away in all his life. God, he had a conscience now. What was Hunter doing to him?

Another thing was how much Hunter really respected Sebastian. Hunter took Sebastian at face-value and didn't judge the crap out of him like everyone else did. Since the incident at the Lima Bean upset Hunter so much, Sebastian decided to stop sleeping with random guys all the time. It was difficult, and Sebastian had to masturbate a lot but he figured if Hunter could do it and thought it was good for Sebastian, then it was worth a shot at the very least. Plus, when he'd told Hunter his decision, Hunter beamed and said, "Bastian, I am so proud of you," and (in an incredibly welcome but uncharacteristic display of affection) hugged Sebastian and actually spun him in a circle.

And he didn't want to disappoint Hunter.

"Earth to Sebastian. Come in, Sebastian."

"What?Sorry. Just... thinking... about stuff."

"Well, that was informative. Do you mind if I write that down? Oh, wait, no way. Don't tell me what I said got through to you? That would be a miracle; you never listen to me."

"I always listen to you," Sebastian said quietly as he sat up. "Always. That's actually what I was thinking about—how much I pay attention to you. It's weird for me."

"Aww, Seb, that's so... sweet."

"It is not! I do not do sweet. Yuck."

Hunter saw a golden opportunity to distract Sebastian from what had happened earlier, so he sat up as well and slung an arm over Sebastian's shoulders (don't think about how nice it feels to be pressed against him). "Yes, it is, Seb. It's so sweet that you treat me differently than you treat everyone else; that means you've got a soft spot for me."

"I do NOT," Sebastian growled.

"Which, of course, makes me doubt that you've really got the heart of stone you always claim to have."

"I DO have a heart of stone; it does NOT have any soft spots; I DON'T treat you differently, and I am NOT! SWEET!" Sebastian shouted as he shoved Hunter's arm off of him and crossed his arms and legs. {Sebastian pout-mode enabled}

"Well, well, well," Hunter drawled. "This is a first: I'm making you uncomfortable. How's it feel, huh? The tables have turned and you get a taste of your own medicine."

"I'd like to taste you."

"Come on, Bas, I was finally having a victory moment. Don't ruin it," Hunter groaned in frustration.

"Sorry, too late; all I can think about is how good you'd taste." Well, at least the smug little bastard wasn't pouting anymore.

"You're such a perv. Why do I put up with you?"

"I've often wondered. But you said it yourself: I'm more irresistible than a car wreck and everybody wants me."

"Yeah, everybody but me."

"It didn't seem that way a few minutes ago."

Aaaaaand the panic is back. "I think that topic is closed," Hunter muttered.

"I wish you'd kept watching. Having an audience got me so hot; I came so hard."

"Stop it!" Hunter begged with just a hint of desperation. "I don't need the image."

"Well, you sure looked interested in the image before. That wasn't the first time I've done that while thinking of you, you know. Isn't it always better when you think of someone?"

"I am not talking about this with you. And I wasn't interested, I was horrified," Hunter snapped.

"Oh, really? Because you sure took your time looking away."

"What are you talking about? I practically gave myself whip-lash."

"Hunt, you stared for like, thirty seconds."

"Wha—no, you're lying." Hunter shoved himself back and into the corner, curling in on himself, breathing hard, really panicking now; what if he had looked for thirty seconds and didn't even realize it? There was no rationalizing that, no reasoning it away. Because if there was one thing Sebastian didn't do, it was lie to Hunter.

Echoing Hunter's thoughts, Sebastian said, "Hunt, you know I don't lie to you. I mess with you, but I'd never flat-out lie. You know that."

"What does this mean?" Hunter choked out, wildly running his hands through his hair, stopping occasionally to grab it like he wanted to tear it out. "I never—I never did stuff like that before I met you! This all started getting out of control when I met you!" It might have been an accusation, may have been intended to come out angrily, but to Sebastian... it sounded like a confession. And Hunter didn't stop there. Sebastian didn't think he could stop if he tried.

"Everything was fine. I could've done it if it weren't for you. It's all worked before and then I met you and nothing works! You and your stupid eyes and your stupid hair. You and that voice you use and your fucking come-ons. I could always handle it. It was never a problem before you."

"Hunter, you're freaking me out a little. You're not even making sense. What do you mean?"

"I wouldn't have pretended to be another guy's boyfriend like I did that day at the Lima Bean, I wouldn't have cuddled another guy, especially in a bed. I didn't even give guys hugs before I met you! And I definitely wouldn't have been able to stomach hearing or seeing another guy have—but instead I just stared! What the hell are you doing to me? What the fuck is wrong with me?" Hunter's voice broke. Sebastian could tell he had tears in his eyes.

Sebastian tossed the pillow next to Hunter aside so he could sit right next to Hunter, looked him in the eyes, and placed his hand on Hunter's cheek. "Hunter James Clarington, you listen to me; there is nothing wrong with you. Do you understand me? Nothing."

Tears started streaming down Hunter's face; it looked like there was a war going on in his mind. Sebastian had never seen Hunter cry and it broke his heart. {So much for that heart of stone}

He was trying to find a way to comfort Hunter when the nearly-sobbing boy closed his eyes and whispered,

"Seb, h-how did you know you were gay?"

"I—what? Why?"

"Just tell me," he whimpered.

"I don't know," Sebastian said slowly. "I guess I always knew. I just had this feeling, like an instinct, that I couldn't fall in love with a woman. Why? Are you—are you questioning yourself, Hunt? Just because of what happened today? I know I make jokes about it all the time but you have to consider it seriously. You have to look at the big picture; you have a whole life of... straight...ness to consider, how ever many girls you've had sex with—"

"None," Hunter said brokenly, but he still had the presence mind to choose his next words very carefully. "There were... offers, but I just never wanted to." Technically true. "I always thought I had a low libido or I was just picky or something." Kind of a lie. "But now I'm not sure." LIE. "I've never done anything more than making out a little, and it was crap." SO true.

"Well, have you ever kissed a guy?"

"No. My parents are homophobes and they always told me I was straight."

"Well, I hear that kissing is a pretty good test. So before you lose your mind, try it out. Find a guy to lock lips with, then compare how you feel kissing a guy to how you felt kissing girls. It's worth a shot, and I'm sure in this school you'll have plenty of people willing to help you out," Sebastian finished with a smile but had a boiling feeling in the pit of his stomach he couldn't really explain.

"Right," he laughed hysterically, "I'm just gonna randomly go up to one of my classmates and say, 'hi, I'm Hunter and I'm trying to prove I'm straight. Will you make out with me?'"

"No, not a random guy, but I know you've got guy friends who'd jump to kiss you."

"Yeah, I do have guy friends, but who do you think you're kidding, Seb? They'd laugh at me."

"No, they—"

"Yes, they would! Not because they're homophobic, but because I've always been so adamant and vocal about just how straight I am. They'd laugh me out of the school."

"I'm not laughing," Sebastian said quietly, looking down.

"Well, that's because you're my best friend and you really understand my situa—wait... Was that... was that an offer?"

Silence.

"Bas?"

More silence.

"Sebastian."

"Yeah. I can understand if you don't want to because of how I always talk to you and stuff... But, yeah, it's an offer," Sebastian mumbled, still not making eye contact.

There was a beat of quiet before Hunter awkwardly stammered out, "yeah. I'd like to—I mean, if you're sure, um, I'd like to," he took a deep breath and slowly {read: lamely} said, "take you up on your offer."

"Great. Cool. Yeah. Um, you probably want to wait 'til tomorrow? So we're not kissing in a bed."

"No. Well, yes, you're right, I don't want to kiss in a bed, but I want to do it now before I lose my nerve. Get up."

The boys clumsily got out of bed and Sebastian turned on the lights. He moved close to Hunter, put both hands gently on his face and wiped away Hunter's tear-tracks with his thumbs. Hunter could feel himself breathing in short, quick breaths and knew his heart was hammering. They stood like that for a moment before Sebastian spoke quietly,

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

Sebastian moved in slowly. He kissed Hunter softly, like he was afraid Hunter would break if he was too rough, or reject him if he moved too fast. But Hunter didn't reject him. Instead, he hesitantly put his hand on Sebastian's waist and pulled their bodies together.

Hunter's head was spinning and soon he was a moaning mess. This was wonderful. He could feel Sebastian gently clutching at his face, like he couldn't get close enough. It was nothing like kissing a girl. He decided that breasts were cumbersome—they were just lumps of fat that got in the way; he loved being pressed against Sebastian, feeling his musculature with every line of his own body. And girls always had some ridiculous flowery perfume on. Seriously, who the hell wants to smell like a flower? Sebastian smelled like sandalwood and musk and so much like a man. And how about the crazy long nails most girls seemed to have? No, thank you. He put his other arm around Sebastian's waist; Sebastian wrapped his arms around Hunter's neck.

Sebastian didn't do a lot of kissing. The way he'd always seen it, kissing was a gateway to sex, nothing more; he'd never done this innocent, basically-closed-mouth kissing, just a firm but gentle brush of lips, so this was new to him, too, and he found it intoxicating. Who knew kissing without tongue could be so... intimate? He was light-headed; he needed to breathe. He needed to keep kissing Hunter. The two desires battled until reflexes kicked in and both boys gasped for air. They put their foreheads together and just breathed for a moment. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled big, goofy, face-splitting smiles.

"You still... good?" Sebastian asked between breaths.

"Better than good. Fantastic," Hunter replied, equally breathless.

"Do you maybe wanna... do some more of that?" Sebastian questioned hesitantly.

"What do you think?" Hunter asked, and pressed his lips firmly against Sebastian's again.

Sebastian flicked his tongue out and licked Hunter's lower lip. Asking permission. That was another thing he didn't really do; usually he just shoved his tongue into the other guy's mouth first thing. Hunter hesitated for a moment, nervous, but he wanted more of Sebastian. He opened his mouth and Sebastian was still very slow and very gentle. He took his time exploring Hunter's mouth and, again, it was a thousand times better than making out with girls—c'mon, lipstick did not taste good, and he didn't like getting it all over his mouth. Also, he had always been disgusted by what was essentially an exchange of saliva, but with Sebastian it was amazing.

Experimentally, Hunter nibbled on Sebastian's lower lip, drawing a moan from the other boy. It vibrated against Hunter's lips and felt spectacular. He felt a hand in his hair, pulling. Hunter loved it.

Somewhere deep inside him, a dam broke, a dam that had been holding back all of his sexual desire for years. His breath came in a wild gasp as he practically attacked Sebastian's mouth and backed him up against the door. He could feel Sebastian smiling as he responded enthusiastically, pulling Hunter's hair again, harder this time. Hunter moaned and moved his hands from Sebastian's waist to under his shirt, this time really taking his time in feeling the perfect muscle there. God, even his back was muscular! That was probably the sexiest thing ever—the lean, toned muscle that Sebastian had. Everywhere, apparently. Hunter raked his nails down Sebastian's back and felt him shudder and moan again as he simultaneously tried to arch backward into the touch and forward into Hunter.

Excellent.

Hunter wanted more of those noises, so he broke the kiss and started in on Sebastian's neck. Licking, biting, sucking. He heard beautiful moans and whimpers alternating between fuck, Hunt, and too much, too fucking much. But he showed no sign of wanting Hunter to actually stop, always pressing his hips into Hunter's, pulling his hair harder, one hand on the small of Hunter's back, pulling him in, more contact, more friction, just more.

Sebastian was on fire. For someone who had never done this before, Hunter sure as hell seemed to know exactly what he was doing to him. Sebastian started moving his hips sinuously, sinfully against Hunter's, moving both hands to his ass—perfect ass, Sebastian noted—to get the best angle and leverage. Hunter gasped. It felt so good. Suddenly, Hunter was the one pinned to the door. Sebastian used their new position to grind deliciously harder against Hunter, gripping his wrists and pressing them into the door so hard they might bruise. Hunter couldn't find it within himself to care; being pinned by Sebastian's weight, being (almost) helpless to do anything but take what Sebastian chose to give... he'd never been so turned on. He took a moment to appreciate the red marks he'd left on Sebastian's neck before kissing him again. He knew they would turn into hickeys by morning. Good, Hunter thought. Hunter saw hickeys as a sign to anyone looking, a warning: mine.

Wait, what?

Sebastian wasn't his. This was just an experiment for Hunter; a last-ditch attempt to prove to himself that he was straight.

Well, sort of.

The truth of it was that he'd been wanting to do this for months and had been loathing himself because of it. He'd wanted to kiss Sebastian since he found out the other boy was gay. That was why he'd been so pushy about becoming Sebastian's friend, why he never gave more than a half-hearted rebuff toward all of his come-ons, why he'd actually bribed Sebastian's old roommate into switching rooms with him so he could get closer to Sebastian. Pathetic. But even more than that, as he and Sebastian had become closer as friends, Hunter found himself developing feelings for him. He wanted to hold his hand, go on dates, kiss him for good luck before a lacrosse game... fuck, he had it bad. And for a guy who'd never lo—return his feelings. Now that was pathetic.

It was in that moment that he realized just how completely and royally fucked he was: after this, everything wasn't just going to go back to the way it was. Because while, yes, he'd still be silently pining for Sebastian and hating himself for it, now he'd know how Sebastian tasted, how he felt pressed up against Hunter's body, how he kissed, how he liked to be touched... so many things that he would never have again. Suddenly, he was crying again, hoping beyond hope that Sebastian wouldn't notice, don't notice, please, don't notice, don't notice, please, just please keepkissingmepleasedon'tnoticepleasepl—

"Hunter?" Sebastian released his wrists and stepped away. There's no justice in the world, Hunter thought. "Why are you...? I thought... I thought this was okay. I thought... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to mmf!" Hunter cut him off with a desperate kiss as he pulled Sebastian roughly into his chest, pinning him there with his superior strength.

He could feel how confused Sebastian was as he slowly returned the kiss. Too slowly. So Hunter bit Sebastian's lip and sucked Sebastian's tongue into his mouth when he moaned. He knew he'd have to explain, but he wasn't ready to humiliate himself just yet. Would this make it even more humiliating in the long-run? Yep. But Hunter did it anyway. If this was going to be the only time he could kiss Sebastian, fuck if he wasn't going to make the most of it. He kissed Sebastian like he was starved for his kisses; he devoured Sebastian's lips, his moans; he grabbed every part of Sebastian he could reach. And it was too much. And it wasn't enough.

Because, eventually, Sebastian broke away for air. Hunter just put his head on Sebastian's shoulder as he cried and panted and tried to get himself under control. Sebastian held onto him and kept up a steady stream of murmured words.

"Shhh, it's okay, Hunt. It's all right. It doesn't have to mean anything you don't want it to. I'm sorry, Hunt. Can you forgive me? Please, don't let this ruin our friendship. I'm really sorry. I didn't think you would react like this. Say something, Hunter. Please, just talk to me. I didn't mean to make you cry." Which would have been nice to hear if it didn't mean that Sebastian thought that Hunter was crying because the kissing made him cry.

Time to gut up, Clarington.

"Bas, stop," Hunter spoke up when Sebastian finally paused for breath. He still didn't raise his head off of Sebastian's shoulder though. "I can explain. Just promise me you won't interrupt. Or laugh. Or ever bring it up, okay?"

"... Alright."

"I—I've been wanting to do that for so long, and I have... more-than-friendly-feelings for you; I have for a while, and I know this is all I'm ever going to get, and it just sucks. And it hurts."

"More than...? Oh. Oh. I—You... do you mean you want...? What do you want? Hunter? Talk to me." Pause. "At least look at me."

When Hunter finally looked up, Sebastian had a soft but concerned smile for him.

"I want... Bas, I just want you, okay? I want... It sounds pathetic as fuck, but it's true—at this point, I want whatever you'll give me. Anything... anything you'll give me." Hunter couldn't keep eye-contact all the way through, but, you know. He tried. And he was baring his soul, here. So whatever.

"Well, I hope you're not saying that you think I'd just want to fuck you and go back to being friends tomorrow." Hunter shook his head. "Good." Wait a sec. Hunter knew that tone. He looked up again, and there it was. That thrice-damned smirk. "Because no way would one night with you ever be enough." Then suddenly his voice was gentle. "Especially when you're not ready. But I can be patient."

"What?"

"I said that I can be patient. We have as much time as you need."

"We do?" Hunter asked stupidly.

"Of course. Why wouldn't we?"

"Well," Hunter mumbled, "I know you don't want a boyfriend or anything, but I know you don't do one-night stands anymore, so I sort of thought this could maybe be a friends-with-benefits thing."

"Hunter... No. I wouldn't do that to you. Especially because you've never had—Hunt, of all people, I know how it is when your first time doesn't mean something." Sebastian started stroking Hunter's hair again. It felt so nice, Hunter couldn't help but lean into it, and was rewarded with a genuine smile from Sebastian. "I know I've made it pretty clear that I wanted to get in your pants from minute one, but I really have changed. And I... care... about you. I know I've never been Mr. Commitment, but if you do want to be," Sebastian couldn't bring himself to say my boyfriend, not yet, "i-in a relationship, I want to try it... Is that what you want?"

Hunter paused.

"Yeah. I do."

"Look, I'll never rush you or pressure you. I'll even stop all my sex comments toward you if you want."

"How about you only direct them toward me? I like them. They're part of your... stupid charm. But I don't want you saying stuff like that to other guys. Okay?"

"Okay." Sebastian smiled. "Just one other thing: do you want to tell anyone? Or, I guess, not tell anyone?"

"Not my parents," Hunter said quickly. "But, everyone else is fair game. I want them to know that you're..."

"That I'm what?"

"Mine...?" Hunter said timidly. But there was no need for his shyness; Sebastian's face lit up like the sun. "Uhm," Hunter continued, thoroughly disarmed by Sebastian's smile, "do you want anyone to not know? I know people think of you as this big stone-hearted player and to suddenly change that—"

"Please," Sebastian snorted. "Like I give a fuck what any of these assholes think of me. You're the only one around here I like, so I only care what you think of me."

"You like The Warblers."

"I act like I like them to prevent drama."

"You like Nick and Jeff."

"Please, I tolerate those over-grown puppies. But I have a very important question now that that's all settled," Sebastian said seriously.

"What?" Hunter asked nervously.

"How about we finish what we started?" he purred and Hunter nodded eagerly.

"I'm gonna make you come in your pants to get back at you for freaking me out like that," Sebastian said with that evil, sexy smirk, pinning Hunter to the door again.

"We'll see who comes in his pants, Mr. 'I have to masturbate a hundred times a day so I don't go crazy.' I'm the king of self-restraint."

"We will see."

Several pants-contained orgasms later, they were exhausted. They were pretty sticky and decided to change their clothes and that was awkward. Sebastian (being Sebastian) pretty much ripped his clothes off while Hunter stammered, "I—uh, gonna—bathroom—change now." Sebastian really did like Hunter's blushes and the fact that he did a double-take at Sebastian changing. Well, actually, it was more like a twelve-take, and it was hilarious. Hunter looked like a cartoon character. After he changed, Hunter came out, joined Sebastian on the bed and started kissing him again.

"Don't tell me you have enough energy for another round? It's not possible," Sebastian said after a minute.

"No way," Hunter said with a chuckle. "Can't a guy kiss his... boyfriend?"

"Mmm. Boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. I never thought I'd have a boyfriend. It feels weird. But a good weird."

"Good. I want you to be happy with me," Hunter said, working on Sebastian's neck again.

"Holy shit, Hunt, are you a vampire or something? Oooh, or is this a kink for you?"

"Neither, you sex-fiend. But you get a lot of looks, Seb. There are a lot of guys here who'd jump your bones in a second. Just marking my territory is all."

"Well, don't I get to do the same?"

"If you want, but no one's gonna try anything with me. They all think I'm straight, remember? And now that they're gonna find out I'm not, they'll also find out that I have a boyfriend."

"Okay, eventually I'm gonna get my revenge for you marking up my perfect skin—"

"Tasty, too."

"It's not the only thing that tastes good," Sebastian purred seductively as he rolled his hips, hoping for one of those beautiful blushes.

But Hunter surprised him, saying, "I bet."

"You'll be the death of me."

"You'll die happy," Hunter chuckled.

"Anyway," Sebastian continued with a long-suffering sigh, "eventually I'm gonna give you a neck full of hickeys, but for now I'm just gonna let you see that now that you're gonna be out and stuff, the fact that you have a boyfriend won't matter much to most of these guys. You're hot, Hunt, and you haven't heard some of them talking about you." Pause. Wait for brain to stop over-loading with homicidal rage. "Oh, FUCK NO. I know exactly what other guys would... do to my boyfriend." He shuddered. "They all better stop or I'm going ape-shit on a bitch."

"Seb, are you... the jealous type?" said Hunter with a grin.

"I wouldn't say jealous... But what's mine is mine, damn it," Sebastian grumbled.

"What kind of stuff do you want to do to show that? Other than this?" he said, gesturing to Sebastian's neck. "Because we can't both constantly have hickey-collars; we have to do performances and look professional."

"Collars. Hot."

"Bastian," said Hunter reproachfully, nipping at his neck again.

"Okay, okay. I don't know. What do other couples do?"

"How do you feel about PDA?"

"Isn't that like exhibitionism?" said Sebastian, wiggling his eyebrows.

"No, Captain Sex-Drive. Like hugs, pecks on the lips... holding hands." Hunter said the last two words very quickly.

"Aw, you want to hold my hand?" Sebastian teased.

"C'mon, it's nice! Here," Hunter said, offering his hand, "hold my hand."

Sebastian rolled his eyes but took Hunter's hand, and Hunter laced their fingers. Hunter's hand was warm and big (don't be a pervert, don't be a pervert, don't be a pervert, Sebastian chanted in his head) and as Hunter stroked the back of Sebastian's hand with his thumb, Sebastian conceded; it did feel nice.

"I know that face. What's going on in that filthy mind of yours?" Hunter asked with a smirk that was almost as good as Sebastian's. Almost.

"Damn it. I swear, I was trying to be good," Sebastian sighed. "But, since you asked, I was thinking about how big your hands are. What they could do." He grinned wolfishly and licked his lips.

"Only you could make something as sweet as holding hands dirty."

"God, you're so gorgeous when you blush," Sebastian said, stroking Hunter's burning cheek.

Hunter went even darker and chuckled, "I didn't know you were even capable of using words like 'gorgeous.' It's so... romantic of you."

"Oh, I can be romantic, baby. Just you wait and see," and he pulled Hunter in for another sweet kiss.

The next day, after a deep breath (and an annoyingly long conversation about 'are you ready?' 'are you sure?' 'of course I'm sure; are you?' 'I can cover these,' 'we don't have to,' 'no, I want to,' 'we can wait,' 'I'm ready if you are'), Hunter and Sebastian exited their room holding hands.

No one could believe it.

Hunter not-even-remotely-bi-curious Clarington holding hands with Sebastian fuck-and-chuck Smythe? The same Sebastian Smythe who had more hickeys than neck on his neck? The fuck? They held hands between classes, gave a couple of chaste kisses, and when a new guy hit on Hunter (for which Hunter received a swift 'I told you so'), Sebastian wrapped his arm possessively around Hunter's waist and hissed, "back off, punk, that's my boyfriend!"

They walked into Warbler practice still holding hands and received a much-anticipated chorus of wolf-whistles and cat-calls. Nick and Jeff were particularly overjoyed and proclaimed, "we knew it! We knew it!" and informed Hunter and Sebastian that Hunter had been nicknamed "the guy who finally tamed Sebastian" and Sebastian was "the guy who turned Hunter Clarington gay." Whatever. They really didn't care.

Surprisingly, Hunter didn't endure the level of mocking he had expected. Oh, they both got their fair share, of course. Sebastian heard many imitations of a whip cracking when they held hands, and Hunter got plenty of taunting about 'turning gay,' but they defended each other and were both feared enough that no one pushed it too far (everyone knew Hunter had been in a military academy and Sebastian was ruthlessly trained in martial arts). But they had to put up with a good deal of teasing for some of the things they did.

Like in the locker room one day, Hunter was changing his shirt after P.E. and (despite his efforts to change quickly) everyone saw his torso full of hickeys. Fucking thanks to Niff.

Before Hunter could even pick up his uniform shirt, the idiots had sauntered over, Nick flinging an arm around Hunter's bare shoulders, effectively preventing him from putting his school uniform on, as he drawled loudly, "damn, Hunt, you and Seb do get busy." People are looking.

"I'll say," Jeff continued as Hunter flushed. "Got those love-bites anywhere else?" he cooed, and before they walked away, Nick winked as Jeff slapped Hunter's ass and Hunter yelped (the horror).

Later that day, Sebastian looked so pleased with himself, Hunter swore that the smirky jerk planned it with Niff. I will have vengeance, was his only thought after that.

When they got caught making out in what was supposed to be a deserted corridor (Hunter had Sebastian sitting on a window sill; Sebastian had his legs wrapped around Hunter's waist), Nick took a video of them on his phone and sent it to all the Warblers with the text, "didnt know Seb could make noises like that! Lolz!" Hunter had to physically restrain Sebastian to stop him from giving Nick a beat-down.

When they were alone, Sebastian kept his promise: he never pushed or pressured Hunter. In fact, Sebastian was almost always the one to put the brakes on (not that Hunter didn't get his way sometimes; Sebastian was only human, and a very horny human, at that). And it was driving Sebastian crazy. He pretty quickly realized it was a combination of the fact that his *ahem* experience intimidated Hunter (and sort of thought that Sebastian might break up with him if they didn't move fast enough physically), and the fact that this was all new to Hunter; so new that Hunter just couldn't control himself sometimes.

*Case in point!*

They were making out on Hunter's bed, shirts off. That did take a little bit of prodding on Sebastian's part; Hunter had always been insecure about his body, especially with Sebastian being so perfect (and, as such, Hunter had always gone to great lengths to make sure that Sebastian had never seen him shirtless). But Sebastian had sweetly assured him, "Hunt, I'm your boyfriend. You could be wrinkly and green-skinned and I'd still want you to take your shirt off."

When Hunter finally removed the offending article, Sebastian gasped, "oh, my god, Hunt you're so hot," and pinned Hunter to the bed, covering his chest in bites and kisses. Because while Sebastian was slim with well-toned, firm muscle, Hunter was broad-shouldered with thick, heavily muscled arms, chest, and abs. Sebastian kept murmuring things that Hunter was sure he wasn't meant to hear, but he caught little snippets like, 'so sexy,' 'been hiding this,' 'could hold me down and mmmh.' And when Sebastian reached Hunter's nipples, skipped any teasing and just sucked, Hunter arched off the bed; it felt so good. He was convinced at this point that Sebastian's mouth was magical.

"Bas, baby... Oh, god, I love your mouth."

"When you're ready, I can show you what my mouth can really do."

Hunter knew what he meant and he blushed.

"What if I'm ready now?"

Sebastian stopped and looked at Hunter, who was still a brilliant shade of scarlet.

"Hunt, we've been together a grand total of three days. You're not. You can't go from never having had sex to being ready for a blowjob in three days. You just can't. I promised you I'd wait."

"I know you did, but you can't say you don't want to do more." Hunter reached down and started to undo his pants button.

Sebastian stilled his hands and said, "Hunt, stop. You have no idea how bad I want you. But I—you're not some quick fuck, Hunter. I care about you. We're not gonna do anything that we're not both sure you're ready for. I want to wait. Button your damn pants."

Hunter pouted, but complied.

"Now, let me make you feel good," Sebastian purred.

"No, let me make you feel good." Hunter flipped their positions, so he was on top of Sebastian. "There's something I want to do. Something I'm definitely ready to do," he said with a grin.

He moved so he was on the side of Sebastian and started kissing him, one hand on his chest teasingly toying with one of Sebastian's (verrry sensitive) nipples. After a moment, Hunter heard the groan that meant Sebastian was uncomfortably hard, and when Sebastian started rubbing himself to get some relief, Hunter snaked his hand down Sebastian's chest and smacked his hand away, replacing it with his own.

Sebastian gasped, "Hunt, are you sure? I mean, you don't have t—mmmf!"

Hunter silenced him with a smoldering kiss, rubbing harder over the lump in Sebastian's pants.

Sebastian was shocked. How did this happen? One minute it was "button your damn pants" and the next minute Hunter was pleasuring him. And hell if he wasn't doing a fantastic job.

"So," Hunter said conversationally, "in your professional opinion, how am I doing?" with a shark-like grin.

Sebastian's hips were bucking and his breath was coming in short gasps. Hunter was amazing at this, damn him. On the one hand, it felt great. On the other hand, it was pure torture because Sebastian knew this was about as far as it would go. He'd fantasized about Hunter and him doing it every which way, and now that he was finally in a position to make those fantasies come to life, he cared too much about Hunter to do it. Damn it, Dammit, DAMMIT!

"I'm waiting," Hunter said, still speaking as if they were just chatting over coffee. "How am I doing for my first time?"

"Will... get..." gasp, "revenge..." pant, "fucking kiss me."

"Revenge?" said Hunter with a mock-pout on his lips and a devilish twinkle in his eye. "If you want revenge, I must not be doing very well. I guess I'll just have to try harder," and he kissed Sebastian again to distract him. Because Hunter was currently undoing the button of Sebastian's pants, just enough to slide a hand in. Before Sebastian could say the much anticipated, "you're not ready!" Hunter was touching him over his underwear.

Sebastian couldn't believe his boyfriend's aggressiveness, but Hunter started alternating between licking and nibbling on Sebastian's ear, so he was pretty much incapable of speech at this point. Not to mention Hunter (emboldened by Sebastian's reaction) took it upon himself to pin both of Sebastian's wrists above his head with his free hand as he started rubbing at different speeds, squeezing gently here and there. And driving Sebastian insane with want at how powerless he felt.

Hunter delighted in his ability to make Sebastian come quickly (especially for someone who'd had as much experience as Sebastian). Sebastian had previously demonstrated excellent endurance, but, again, Hunter was different. Sebastian insisted to Hunter that it was because Hunter was the hottest guy on the planet, but privately figured it was because he and Hunter had an actual bond. First the bond of friendship, and now this romantic bond they had forged. Hunter made him feel things (things above the waist). Hunter gave him butterflies. Yesterday, Hunter kissed Sebastian on the nose and Sebastian, Sebastian fucking Smythe, blushed.

After about ten minutes of this, Sebastian moaned, "Hunt... fuck! Not gonna... last. Wanna look at you," he said more quietly.

"You were right, you can be romantic," Hunter whispered, smiling.

"For you."

Hunter rubbed even faster and Sebastian was practically hyperventilating as he came and cried, "Hunter!"

Sebastian regained his breath and gave Hunter the same treatment, and Hunter looked into Sebastian's eyes as he came. Hunter loved it. He loved that Sebastian was making an effort to be romantic. And he wasn't disappointed by what Sebastian said after they recovered from their post-orgasm highs.

"I wanna take you out on a date."

"Oh, really?" said Hunter with a sly smile. "Where to? The infamous Breadsticks?"

"Ew, no. There's a French restaurant that's way closer to school and has the right amount of... class for you."

"I know that place. It takes weeks to get a reservation."

"Not for a Smythe. My family owns the place. I called today, and we have a table for two on friday at 7:00."

"You are amazing."

"What can I say? Being a one-man man brings out the best in me." Kiss. "You bring out the best in me."

Five days later, friday arrived, and Hunter was sick to fucking death of coming in his underwear. He decided that since they were going at his pace, he was going to have to make his intentions clear. But he knew he had to do it just right; Sebastian was so paranoid that he was putting pressure on Hunter without realizing it. That was another thing Hunter knew about Sebastian: his first time, he was coerced. Granted, it wasn't full on sex, it was a blow-job and fingering; but he still saw it as his first time because it was the first sexual experience he'd ever had.

He was promised love, he was promised the moon, and he ended up giving in to an older, more experienced guy named Ashton. Who promptly kicked Sebastian to the curb with cruel words and a harsh dismissal. Sebastian was fifteen, Ashton was eighteen. That horrible experience was why Sebastian never bottomed (no issues with giving blow jobs, but no bottoming). Ever. Because he knew that if he had actually let that scum-bag fuck him, he would've been ten times more vulnerable, and the rejection would've been a hundred times worse. So he swore he'd never let anyone do that to him—make him vulnerable in any way.

But now he was making himself vulnerable (emotionally, at least) to Hunter. And Hunter was doing the same. Hunter had never been with a guy before. And Sebastian was more experienced. For Sebastian, it was hard not to draw parallels. And as much as Sebastian didn't want to be vulnerable... he also didn't want to be Hunter's Ashton in any form.

So Hunter knew he had to make the first move. But, more than that, he had to be upfront and direct. Which made him a bit nervous.

Hunter was also nervous about the date, itself. He tried to tell himself that it was just like any other time hanging out with Sebastian, but he knew that was bullshit and couldn't calm himself. He called Nick and Jeff to help him pick out an outfit because Hunter had never gone on a date with anyone, and even though Sebastian was already his boyfriend, he wanted him to be impressed. Niff picked out an excellent suit and tie, and Hunter looked fantastic. They told him that Sebastian was as nervous as he was; Sebastian was, in fact, currently pacing a hole in the floor in Nick and Jeff's room. Hunter remembered that Sebastian had never been on an actual date, either. Somehow it settled him down a little to know that Sebastian wanted to impress him, too.

At 6:30 sharp, Hunter heard a knock at the door of their room. He literally ran over to answer it. Sebastian was there, leaning against the door frame with one hand behind his back. He looked amazing. He was wearing a white shirt with a bloodred vest, black pants, and a black blazer.

He took Hunter's hand and kissed it, and gave him a red rose he had been holding behind his back.

"Thank you, Bastian," Hunter said, smiling ear to ear. He put the rose in a glass beside his bed, walked back over to Sebastian and took his hands.

"You look so handsome, baby," Sebastian murmured.

"So do you," Hunter answered happily, going in for a kiss, but Sebastian stopped him.

"A gentleman does not kiss on the first date," he said solemnly.

"Good thing you're no gentleman," Hunter said before kissing Sebastian soundly.

"I dress up nice, I kiss your hand, I bring you a rose, and I'm not a gentleman? Moi?"

"Nope. You are a perverted," kiss, "dirty-talking," kiss, "filthy-minded," kiss, "perpetually-horny," kiss, "sex-fiend," long kiss. "And I wouldn't want you any other way. Let's go, or we'll be late." Sebastian offered his arm; Hunter linked his arm through it and kissed his boyfriend's cheek.

When they were almost out of the school, they heard a low whistle. They turned around and saw Brian Feldsmann.

Fuck.

Brian was an upper classman who'd had a thing for Sebastian ever since he laid eyes on him, but Sebastian had never given in to Brian's advances. Sebastian always said that he didn't want to sleep with anyone he'd have to see again, and he had never been more grateful for that policy than he was right now; imagine if he'd slept with Brian and he and Hunter had to deal with that.

"Lookin' good, fellas. What's the occasion?" Brian asked mockingly as he cocked an eyebrow.

"Our first date," said Sebastian aggressively.

"So, the rumors are true. Sebastian Smythe, sworn prowler-for-life, is whipped. By some military punk, no less."

Sensing the coming fight by the look on Sebastian's face, Hunter used Sebastian's favorite conflict-averting tactic: allude to sex. "Actually, we don't use whips, but we'll keep it in mind. Thanks for the tip, Brian, and we'd love to stay and chat, but my boyfriend and I have a date. Bye." And he grabbed Sebastian's hand and walked away.

"That was excellent, Hunt. Really," Sebastian said once he stopped laughing.

"I learned from the best."

"Naturally," Sebastian said smugly.

"Yeah, it's a shame you were busy that day."

"Keep talking smack, and you just might get a smack."

"Oooh, where?" Hunter asked as he wiggled his eyebrows playfully before pulling Sebastian close and growling in his ear, "I might like it. You know how curious you make me."

Sebastian stared like a moron for a moment before mumbling, "who are you and what have you done with my innocent, blushing boyfriend?"

Hunter just laughed and pulled Sebastian along.

Mission: Seduce Sebastian Smythe—firmly set in motion.

They arrived at the restaurant a little early (mostly because Sebastian drove like a crazy person, at least twenty five miles over the speed limit the whole way).

Sebastian gave his name at the podium, and a waitress led them to their table. She handed them their menus and Sebastian ordered two glasses of champagne. When she returned with them, she smiled widely at Sebastian and batted her eyelashes as she said, "if there's anything else I can do for you, you just let me know," and winked.

Dafuq.

"That's very unprofessional of her," Hunter grumbled.

"I'm gay, Hunter. Please, tell me you're not jealous of a girl."

"I seem to remember someone saying, 'what's mine is mine.' Right?"

"Very true. Okay, if she keeps it up, I'll say something."

"No. I will," said Hunter with a smirk.

"Just don't make her spit in our food."

"Oh, I have a plan. Do me a favor and ask what she'd recommend for dessert before she takes our orders."

A few minutes later, the flirty waitress was back, asking if they were ready to order, flashing Sebastian a coy smile. Sebastian glanced (somewhat nervously) over at Hunter and asked, "before we order, I was wondering what you recommend for dessert?"

"Well, tonight we hav—" she began, but Hunter cut her off.

"If you hurry up and order, you can have me for dessert."

The waitress was dumbstruck.

Sebastian was dumbstruck.

But he recovered quickly and overtly eye-sexed Hunter. He looked back at the waitress, said, "never mind about dessert. I'll just hurry up and order," and he ordered for both of them in perfect French; the waitress hurried away.

"Well. That was... clever."

"And true." Hunter winked, but blushed, thinking about what he wanted to do.

"Oh, really? What exactly did you have in mind, beautiful?" said Sebastian, stroking Hunter's cheek.

"I'll surprise you."

"Well, I do like surprises."

"I promise you'll love this one."

Sebastian raised his glass and said, "to surprises." They clinked glasses and drank.

The food was excellent, cooked to perfection. Hunter picked up the last forkful of his dish and offered it to Sebastian.

"Open up," he said. Sebastian did, and Hunter was momentarily distracted by Sebastian slithering his tongue over the food and his lips wrapping around the fork. And the noises he made as he chewed were absolutely obscene. And if the way he didn't break eye-contact once was anything to go by, Hunter had a tiny {#sarcasmlol}suspicion that Sebastian was doing it on purpose.

"That good, huh?" Hunter asked hoarsely.

"Mm-hmm. Delicious."

"I'm ready to leave if you are."

Sebastian asked for the check and paid. When the waitress said she hoped they would have a good evening, Sebastian licked his lips, grabbed Hunter's hand, and said with a grin, "oh, we will."

When they walked back into school, they met no one on the way, thank goodness. Hunter was nervous, bordering on anxiety, he'd never had any practice being seductive, and he knew that he'd have to be seductive and persuasive to convince Sebastian he was ready for what he wanted to do.

"So," said Sebastian as they walked into their room and took off their socks and shoes. "Home sweet home. What do you want to do?"

"Funny you should ask," Hunter said as he shrugged out of his blazer. "Did I tell you how great you look in those clothes?"

"You did."

"You really do look incredible in them; much better than the school uniform. But I think you'd look better with them off."

"Hunt," Sebastian said warningly.

"Bastian," said Hunter, mimicking Sebastian's tone. "Don't start. I've been giving this a lot of thought, and I have something I want to try."

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise, remember?"

Hunter started kissing Sebastian and removed his blazer and vest. Sebastian took off Hunter's tie and started groping him under his shirt. Eventually the shirts went, too, and Hunter started on Sebastian's pants.

"Are you sure?" Sebastian asked, breathing heavily.

"I'm not ready for everything, but I'm ready for this."

Hunter took off Sebastian's pants, leaving him in just his briefs. When Hunter moved his hands to those, too, Sebastian gasped, but didn't stop him.

When Sebastian was completely naked, Hunter just looked at him for a moment in disbelief and murmured, "you're so beautiful, Bastian."

"My eyes are up here," Sebastian teased.

"Are they? That's interesting."

"Do I get to, uh, take a look?"

"...Yeah."

Sebastian hurried to strip Hunter, and he wasn't disappointed by what he saw. Hunter was... huge. Not as long as Sebastian, but much thicker.

Eventually, Hunter started backing Sebastian up toward the bed, licking and biting his neck as he went.

"Hunter Clarington, I'm surprised at you," Sebastian teased as his legs hit the bed. "Getting naked on a bed on the first date? Tsk, tsk, tsk. And here I thought you were such a proper Dalton gentleman."

"Not tonight, I'm not." Bite. "And neither are you." Suck. "So get on the bed." Shove. "And get on your knees."

"I kind of like how bossy you are, Hunt," he got on his knees, as ordered. "It's pretty hot."

Hunter joined Sebastian on the bed and knelt, pressing their bodies together, and Sebastian (who had obviously gotten what Hunter wanted) reached down, grabbed both of their members, and slowly started to stroke.

Hunter let out a moan and kissed Sebastian hard, all tongue and teeth. Hunter thought he had died and gone to heaven; it never felt like this when he did this to himself. Sebastian's hands: add those to the List-of-Sebastian's-magical-body-parts. He thought nothing could compare the first time Sebastian had touched him, but this... this was pure ecstasy. He couldn't imagine it getting any better than this. But he was wrong.

Because one minute they were kneeling and the next Hunter was on his back with Sebastian straddling him. Sebastian squeezed harder around their cocks and started thrusting. He had to kiss Hunter to stifle his shouting, but he managed to get out, "Bastian! Oh, fuck yes!" before Sebastian could get to him.

Sebastian wished he could record this. Hunter had never fallen apart like this. He was writhing beneath Sebastian, his hips bucking uncontrollably, he was positively devouring Sebastian's mouth, and the sounds he was making were so perfectly filthy, Sebastian would give anything to keep Hunter making those sounds 24/7. And, oh, his hands—his big, strong, nimble hands—were everywhere: grabbing Sebastian's ass, pulling his hair, squeezing his biceps, scratching down his back. Hard. So Hunter liked to be a little rough? Sebastian had a perfect idea.

"Spank me," Sebastian grunted.

"What?"

"I want you to smack my ass," he growled.

Hunter did, and he thoroughly enjoyed the sound of it, almost as much as he enjoyed Sebastian's moan that accompanied it with the demand of, "harder!"

Hunter did it again, twice as hard as the first time, and Sebastian gave a cry of pleasure, right into Hunter's mouth. Hunter went a third, fourth, and fifth time with the other hand, as hard as he could, and Sebastian moaned brokenly against his lips, "I always knew a military boy would be the best to take a spanking from."

Hunter had never been more turned on in his life. He grabbed Sebastian's ass as hard as he could, his nails digging into the firm flesh there. Sebastian arched, throwing his head back, giving an ecstatic shout. They kissed again, Hunter clutching at Sebastian's face, tracing it, memorizing it. He wanted more, so much more.

"Bas," Hunter gasped, "I need more. I'm begging you to not be a gentleman right now and please, please give me more of you."

Sebastian rested his forehead against Hunter's and looked straight into his eyes as he said, "tell me what you want, baby."

Hunter took a deep breath and he said in a throaty voice, "I want you to blow me." He was blushing, though; he could feel it. But, holy sweet hell, he wanted this. "Bastian, please," he said wantonly as Sebastian drew back enough to search his face.

When he saw no trace of doubt or fear, he whispered into Hunter's ear, "I don't think it's time for begging yet, beautiful." Hunter sighed in relief, but Sebastian wanted none of that. "Oh, I will have you begging, but, for now, your wish is my command." Then he got off the bed, and dropped to his knees as his mouth watered at the sight in front of him.

Hunter made to stand, but Sebastian pushed him back, saying, "since this is your first time doing this, I guarantee you won't be able to stay standing."

Sebastian kissed and licked along Hunter's member, occasionally blowing a teasing breath over places he had licked. He particularly enjoyed the moans and gasps coming out of Hunter, even more than the taste of him (which was pretty damn fantastic). It was only when Hunter was literally begging (just as Sebastian promised), "god, Bastian! Please, please suck me. Fuck. Please, I'm gonna fucking die if I can't have your mouth right now! Baby, please. Wa-want you so bad. Bastian, I fucking need you!" that Sebastian took Hunter's entire length in his mouth, deep-throating him. Hunter's eyes rolled back in his head, and his hips started bucking again, and although Sebastian held them down, he could still feel them twitching violently.

"Fuck!" Hunter's head was thrashing from side to side. His toes were curling. He couldn't recall a moment in his life that was better than this. He was right; Sebastian's mouth had to be magical; his tongue, too. Because both were currently tampering with his sanity. He had only ever done anything with girls (and only making out, at that), and thus, had never wanted sex; but now, he wanted Sebastian inside of him.

"Bastian...want you...so bad. Want you to fuck me."

But Sebastian just sucked harder and moaned as he pulled Hunter's hips even further forward. When Hunter came, shouting Sebastian's name, he came the hardest he ever had in his life, straight down Sebastian's throat, and Sebastian let out a long, "mmmmm," as he swallowed all of it; it was undeniably sexy.

When Hunter could finally speak, he sat up and said, "Bastian. Bas, are you still...?"

"Yeah." Sebastian raised a questioning eyebrow, "and what are you gonna do about it?"

"You know what I want," Hunter said with a pleading expression.

"Not tonight, beautiful." At Hunter's disappointed face, Sebastian chuckled and said, "I'm turning you into a sex-maniac."

"You can call me a sex-maniac after we start having sex," Hunter grouched. Sebastian just chuckled again.

"You too grumpy to help me out here?"

"Never," said Hunter eagerly, pulling Sebastian up and getting off the bed, hoping to switch spots with him.

"Wait, I've been obsessed with your hands for too long to not do this. I want you to jack me off."

"Your wish is my command," Hunter happily echoed Sebastian's earlier words, quickly laying Sebastian down and grabbing his leaking member.

The moment Hunter touched him, Sebastian dissolved into a whimpering, moaning, boneless puddle of lust. Only Hunter had that effect on him; no one else had ever been able to do that to Sebastian. He had always prided himself on being difficult to please, and enjoyed that it made people that much more eager to please him. Hunter made him feel utterly out of his own control, and though it scared him a little, he found he kind of liked it. And that scared him, too, but he completely trusted Hunter.

Soon, too soon, Sebastian was coming all over his own stomach. There was one more thing Hunter wanted to do, but he wasn't sure how Sebastian would react. He steeled himself for any reaction and waited til Sebastian started to sit up and reach for a tissue.

"Wait," Hunter said, blushing scarlet.

"Hunt, what are you doing?" Sebastian asked with a nervous look on his face.

"Surprise," Hunter said, and Sebastian watched with eyes as big as dinner plates as Hunter leaned down and... licked the come off of his stomach, making wonderful, satisfied sounds. Holy. Fucking. Shit. After Hunter was sure he had gotten every single drop, he licked his lips and started to say something. But for once Sebastian wasn't interested in what Hunter was saying; he was interested in kissing Hunter senseless. When he was sure he'd done it (judging by the dazed look on Hunter's face) he said, "you are the sexiest man alive. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"Well, you seemed to like when you tasted me. I wanted to taste you, too, baby," Hunter said looking at Sebastian adoringly.

As Hunter pulled Sebastian in for a sweet, tender kiss, Sebastian felt a familiar swooping sensation in his stomach. He'd felt it many times before around Hunter, but had never been able to figure out what it was. He was suddenly gripped by sudden and absolute terror as he realized it: I am falling for Hunter Clarington.

"Let's go to bed, baby," Sebastian said shakily.

"Bastian, what is it? What's wrong? Don't lie, I can see it in your eyes. Talk."

"I just... don't know why you're with me. I feel like you're too good for me," Sebastian mumbled.

"Bas, why would I want anyone else? You know we had a connection right away, and you're always there for me when I need you... and vice versa. I love it," Sebastian's stomach did a back-flip at the word love, "when you let me in and help you. You're sweet and wonderful and smart. And I know you haven't always acted like it, but you're a really good person. And then don't even get me started on how sexy you are," Hunter finished with a grin. Sebastian took a deep breath to steady himself. The whole time Hunter was talking, Sebastian felt that swooping in his stomach. Every word Hunter just said only served to make the feeling stronger.

"Now," Hunter said knowingly, "when you're ready to talk about what's really got you paler than death, let me know, okay? But if you can't talk to me about it, maybe you can find someone in this school you haven't pissed off yet who'll help you out," Hunter quipped, thinking that no such person existed at Dalton.

Sebastian cuddled into Hunter's embrace and said with a sigh, "you're too smart for me. I'll canvas the school for people who don't hate me first thing tomorrow."

Well, tomorrow came, and Sebastian was pounding on Niff's door.

When Jeff answered, Sebastian pushed him aside, walked in, and shouted, "I'm completely fucked!" as he threw himself into a chair.

"'Good morrow, Jeffery, Nicholas. How lovely to see you.' 'Why, yes, Sebastian, it's positively corking to see you, as well. Please, come in, have a seat, and tell us what's on your mind'," said Jeff in a sarcastic English accent.

Sebastian glared at the puppy-like blonde. "Sorry," he spat. "Now that we've all said good morning, I've got a big problem, and," he sucked in a big breath before quickly saying, "Ineedyourhelp."

"YyyyYES!" Jeff punched the air. "Nicky, get out here! Sebby needs our help!"

When Nick came out of the bathroom, Sebastian was grumbling about 'stupid, childish, overly-affectionate nicknames.'

Nick decided to ignore it, and as he sat on the bed with Jeff, he said with a grin and a mocking tone of voice, "so, what could you possibly need our help with? Hmmm? Not school work, since you're decently smart. Maybe something for the Warblers?" Sebastian-death-glare intensifies "Wait, let me guess. Your boyfriend."

"The very same," Sebastian answered curtly. "I'll cut right to the chase: I'm falling for him. And I think I have been for a while. Which is why if things keep going the way they are, I'll be head over heels, completely fucking in love with him in a month."

"And?" said Nick.

"We didn't hear a problem," said Jeff.

"You bust into our room."

"Shove me.

"Use foul language."

"Say you have a problem."

"And then tell us something that's absolutely wonderful."

"While using more foul language."

"It's creepy when you two do that," Sebastian said.

The boys just sighed out a, "do what?" and cocked their heads to the left.

"Okay, 'creepy' is officially the understatement of the century," Sebastian mumbled.

"What's your actual problem with this, Seb?" asked Jeff.

"My problem is that I don't know how to handle it!" Sebastian shouted as he jumped up and started pacing. "He makes me feel things. Not just things in my pants, either. Sometimes he looks at me in this certain way and it's like—wow—it makes me feel all... I don't even wanna try to think of the word; and when he sings, god, I lose the power of speech; and when we get it on, holy shit, he's amazing. In fact, I'm almost always the one who stops him from taking it too far too fast. Let that sink in for a minute: I know for a fact that Hunter wants me to fuck him, and I'm the one saying no!He does things to me without even trying. This thing I feel for him—it's like a train where the breaks are gone—I can't stop it, and I can't slow it down."

"But it makes you feel good. So why would you want to?" asked Nick.

"Because what if he doesn't feel the same way?" Sebastian whispered, sinking back into the chair. "He's never done anything like this with anyone. And I just... don't want to freak him out. I mean, I'm freaking out, and they're my feelings, and I have no fucking idea if he has them, too."

"Whether he does or doesn't is irrelevant," Jeff said bluntly. "Because he'll never tell you. Not directly, anyway. He doesn't want to freak you out or scare you off by showing too much emotion or attachment. You're going to have to take the lead in the emotional side of your relationship, because you always said that love was for thirteen year old girls, desperate people who don't want to be alone, and people with IQs lower than 45. And I'll tell you one thing right now, Sebastian Smythe, because Hunter and I have actually gotten pretty close, and I feel the need to make sure he's protected."

Jeff got off the bed and knelt down on the floor in front of Sebastian. He grabbed Sebastian's jaw (pretty roughly, if you asked Sebastian), pulled his face forward so they were eye-to-eye and about three inches away from each other, and said in a more dangerous tone than Sebastian could have imagined from someone as sweet as Jeff, "if you break up with him over this, or if you hurt him in any way, I will personally rip off your dick and make you eat it."

Sebastian went white as a sheet. When Jeff let go and stood up again, Sebastian found his voice. "That's—fuck, Jeff. You know you scare me sometimes?"

"Good," said Nick as Jeff sat down again. "Everyone needs a friend or two they're afraid of. It keeps you in line and on your toes. Sebby, this thing you feel; I want you to promise me that you won't try to fight it. It's is a good thing you're feeling. This is going to sound corny as hell, but it's part of being human. I remember when I started feeling that way for Jeffy, and it scared the crap out of me, but I talked to my sister and she told me everything we're telling you. And now look at us. I came out to my friends and the rest of my family and we can be ourselves. Anytime, anywhere."

"Just out of morbid curiosity, did your sister threaten to rip Jeff's dick off and make him eat it if he hurt you?"

"No, actually she issued me that threat. She took a real liking to Jeffy. And, let's be honest; how could she not?" Nick said, ruffling Jeff's hair and kissing his cheek.

"Okay, okay, I get it. Stop with the lovey-dovey shit." In response, Jeff just snuggled into Nick's arms. "I swear, I'm gonna puke rainbows if it gets any gayer in here!" Sebastian shouted. He sighed in resignation, though. "You guys have... made some good points. I guess I have some thinking to do..." Thinking that will be done in the most remote part of the school. Maybe hiding in a secluded corner of the library. Or in a tree. Or on the roof. Or in another state.

"Yes, you do. And don't you dare be a coward and avoid him, either," said Jeff with a death glare (seriously, that guy shouldn't be able to make that face, thought Sebastian).

"I hate it when you know me. But... thanks," mumbled Sebastian with a pained expression.

"Group hug!" Jeff crowed, leaping up and pulling a protesting Sebastian to his feet. But Jeff gave his signature kicked-puppy face, so Sebastian groaned and joined in.

Somehow, talking to Niff actually helped Sebastian. He reminded himself that he was a Smythe, damn it, and Smythes grab the bull by the horns. He resolved to tell Hunter how he felt. Right now, he told himself. You have to do it now. The thought made Sebastian's stomach squirm uncomfortably.

By the time Sebastian got to his and Hunter's room, he was in legitimate danger of throwing up. His hand was shaking as he unlocked the door. He mentally slapped himself and told himself he was being a scared little bitch, and to toughen up.

Hunter was sitting on his bed, re-reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Again. { }

"I need to talk to you," said Sebastian in a low, throaty voice.

"Surprise, surpri—You look like you just saw someone die, Seb. Are you okay?"

"I just talked to Niff. They, uh, slapped some sense into me. Jeff, in particular." Shudder. "And I have something I need to tell you," said Sebastian, sitting on the bed and refusing to make eye-contact.

Hunter gently tilted Sebastian's face so they were looking at each other.

"Hunt, this'll be easier for me if I'm not looking at you."

"Okay. I think I know where this is going," Hunter said, withdrawing his hand dejectedly.

"No, you really don't.I think... I know that... Hunt, I'm falling for you," Sebastian mumbled. "Please don't think I'm some sap who gets all emotional at the drop of a hat; this has been coming on for a while. I started feeling like this even when we were still just friends. I'd never felt anything like it for anyone else, so I just thought it was a... weird side-effect or whatever of wanting to sleep with you, but now I'm—it's more than that."

Hunter was thunderstruck. He had thought Sebastian was going to break up with him. He wouldn't have expected this in a million years.

Hunter leaned in and kissed Sebastian softly. When Sebastian hesitated, Hunter pulled Sebastian into his lap and hungrily deepened the kiss.

"Me, too," Hunter said breathlessly.

"W-what?"

"I'm falling for you," Hunter said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Didn't you hear a word of what I said to you last night? Or the night we got together? I've had feelings for you for months. You've pretty much got me wrapped around your finger." Hunter smirked and said, "your long fingers." He picked up Sebastian's hand and kissed each of his fingers. Then he put two in his mouth and started to suck on them, making filthy sounds and not-so-subtly rolling his hips up.

"Shit, Hunt, that's hotter than it should be."

"Just practicing," Hunter said with a wink.

"Here I am, for one time in my life, trying to protect someone's innocence; and here that someone is, trying to seduce me. It's not fair," Sebastian groaned as Hunter started sucking on his fingers again.

"How the tables have turned. Now I'm the one trying to get in your pants. God, even your fucking fingers taste good." He easily flipped Sebastian down on the bed, put his hand down Sebastian's pants and murmured, "I wonder how good this will taste."

"Fuck, Hunter," Sebastian hissed, getting hard instantly.

"I wonder if it'll taste as good as your come," Hunter said seductively, starting to rub. Sebastian started panting; Hunter's words were eroding away his self-restraint.

"Although," Hunter continued in a tone that suggested he was simply reasoning through a math problem, "I doubt anything could taste as good as that."

"You... are... evil," Sebastian gasped out.

"Oh, I'll show you evil," Hunter growled. And took his hand out of Sebastian's pants, pulled him up, and took off his shirt, followed by his own. He tugged Sebastian to his feet and took off his pants (and Sebastian was unsurprisingly not wearing underwear; Sebastian Smythe rule number one: do not wear underwear on weekends) in one fluid motion, then his own. He pressed his body up against Sebastian's and started rocking his hips, rutting against Sebastian.

Sebastian knew what Hunter was up to. Hell, Hunter told him what he was up to, but Sebastian saw the tell-tale blush that (to Sebastian, anyway) meant Hunter was still hesitant. Sebastian also knew that he had the sexiest guy on the planet pressed up against him and completely naked; he was only human, and he knew that if Hunter kept going the way he was, Sebastian was going to give in. Sebastian figured the only way that he could not give in was to take control of the situation.

God, Sebastian Smythe making efforts to not get a blow-job. What was Hunter doing to him?

Sebastian started kissing Hunter, using every filthy bit of technique he had picked up over the years to distract him. He spun them around and backed Hunter up until his knees hit the edge of the bed and fell onto it. Sebastian climbed on top of him and started grinding against him. He knew that Hunter's neck was particularly sensitive, so that's where he decided to put his talented mouth to use next. He still owed Hunter a neck full of hickeys anyway. Hunter was grunting and moaning. Excellent. Sebastian started pulling Hunter's hair, remembering how much he loved it, and it couldn't have worked more perfectly. Two points to Smythe.

Hunter, of course, realized that Sebastian was just trying to distract him, so he decided that if Sebastian wanted the dominance, this time he'd have to fight for it. He raked his nails down Sebastian's back and smacked his ass; he felt Sebastian's hips stutter and knew it was working. Hunter started kneading Sebastian's ass and felt Sebastian gasping against his neck. Sebastian retaliated by pulling Hunter's hair again and sucking on his neck even more enthusiastically; he also reached underneath Hunter with his free hand and squeezed his ass. Shit, Hunter thought. Sebastian was winning again. So Hunter decided that now was as good a time as ever to try his hand at dirty talking. He'd been anticipating something like this (and, okay, maybe he just wanted to shock Sebastian), so he'd been... researching. The internet has fucking everything.

Start slow, Hunter thought. Let him think he's winning. It occurred to Hunter that he had never been this devious before he met Sebastian. Whatever.

"Bastian," Hunter moaned, "you feel so fucking good." He felt Sebastian smile as he sucked harder still on Hunter's neck.

Hunter felt his cheeks burn, knowing what he was about to say, but Sebastian couldn't see his face. So, ha.

"I bet it would feel good to get my mouth filled up by your cock." Sebastian moaned and started grinding harder; it was a race to the finish—Sebastian wanted to come before Hunter could get on his knees in front of him.

"Did I ever tell you I have no gag-reflex?" Hunter purred. "I could get down on my knees and deep-throat you while I fucked your perfect ass with my fingers. I'll suck you so good you'll see stars, baby."

Hunter's whole face was on fire, but the fact that Sebastian couldn't see that made him able to force confidence into his words (a military brat he may be, but let it be said that military school teaches confidence). Sebastian's hips were going crazy and his breathing was disturbingly uneven. But Hunter kept going.

"Or maybe you'd like to fill me up with your cock in a different way? It's so big and perfect. I bet you could fuck me at least three times in a row and I'd be limping for days and I'd love it."

Hunter's neck was good and red, so as a final resort (and because he loved doing it), Sebastian got off of Hunter and started sucking him.

Damn it, Hunter thought. He won. And that was pretty much the last bit of thinking Hunter could do until he came down Sebastian's throat. It was even better than the first time.

"So, exactly how much trouble am I in?" Hunter asked hesitantly as Sebastian got off his knees and joined Hunter on the bed. He hadn't been thinking about the consequences of his actions beyond hopefully blowing Sebastian (because, whatever his blushes might say, he was ready; Sebastian was just being paranoid). He forgot that he'd have a potentially upset boyfriend to deal with afterward. Way to go, Clarington. Thinking with your dick always works, Hunter scolded himself.

"Tons," Sebastian said, but playfully. "I came all over the floor, so none for you."

"That's punishment enough, I think," said Hunter evasively.

"I disagree," said Sebastian. He had a wicked gleam in his eyes that made Hunter slightly nervous and incredibly turned on.

Hunter's 'punishment' turned out to be Sebastian sucking him off three more times. Which was amazing because, well, Sebastian's mouth was on his dick—not rocket science. But he could definitely see how it was also a punishment.

First of all, Sebastian set an absolutely brutal pace, bringing Hunter to orgasm as quickly as possible.

Secondly, Sebastian wouldn't let Hunter touch him—he couldn't put his hands in his boyfriend's hair (Sebastian actually growled a threat to tie Hunter up when he tried), or even wrap his legs around Sebastian (when Hunter attempted that, just to have some semblance of control, Sebastian actually chuckled around him, moved his legs further apart, wedged his shoulders between them, and pressed Hunter's hips down onto the bed with bruising force).

Lastly (though maybe the biggest reason this was absolutely a punishment), Sebastian didn't give Hunter a break at all—Hunter would come, and Sebastian would keep that torturous mouth of his on Hunter's spent and over-sensitive prick, sucking him to painful hardness and then to orgasm over and over. The fourth and final time Hunter came, his vision went completely white, then black. Sebastian crawled up onto the bed next to him, massaging his jaw and gasping for breath.

"Hunter?" he rasped. No response. He shook Hunter's shoulder. No response. He started carding his fingers through Hunter's hair as he patiently waited for him to come to.

"That..." gasp "was..." Hunter began, but couldn't really form sentences yet through his gasping breaths. "Uh... umm... Yeah."

"Never actually known anyone to actually pass out from a blow job," Sebastian said. Then, after a pause, he asked, "did you... like it?"

"Actually... yes. A..." pant, "lot." When his breathing finally slowed to a reasonable rate, he snorted. "Never known anyone to pass out from a blow job, huh? What about from four? In a row?"

"Well... Not really, no."

Hunter chuckled and gave Sebastian a chaste kiss. Then he said in the sweetest, most innocent voice he could muster, "eventually, I will have you on your back so I can suck you off or ride your dick, you know." Sebastian groaned and Hunter continued in that same voice, "I'm not sure, because I was pretty distracted, but I think I remember you saying something about tying me up? I think that would be fun."

Sebastian was panting by now, starting to get hard again. "Hunt, stop teasing."

"Oh, Bastian, I'm not teasing," Hunter purred. "We could even switch up who's sucking and who's tied up. So many possibilities... And once we actually start fucking... mmm... even more possibilities." Then Hunter gave a big yawn and looked right into Sebastian's lust-blown eyes as he said, "but, right now, I'm really tired. Sweet dreams," and pulled Sebastian firmly into his chest. Great, now I'm a teddy-bear. A captive teddy-bear. A painfully turned-on captive teddy-bear. Fuck. My. LIFE.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again: you are going to be the death of me, Hunter Clarington."

"Not yet," murmured Hunter as he cuddled closer.

About a week later, Hunter, Sebastian, Nick, and Jeff were {where they always seemed to be when shit went down} at the Lima Bean. They were in the parking lot (each couple holding hands) when four boys marched over to them. There was really no other way to describe their rigid, rhythmic walking.

"Uh-oh," said Nick in an undertone. "Syncopated steps. Military brats. Those guys are from Hunter's old school."

"Wow! You can tell that just from their walking?" asked an awed Jeff.

"Okay, so I saw their pics on Hunter's Facebook page."

The boys stopped marching in front of Huntbastian and Niff. After a moment of very tense, loud silence, the tallest military boy spoke first.

"Clarington."

"Flannery. And it's Diaz, Lewenden, and Burke, right?" Hunter said, each boy nodding to him in turn. "What are you doing here?" he asked suspiciously.

"We were in town and we knew this was the favorite hangout of the Dalton Academy boys. We asked up at the school and someone said you were here, so we thought we might catch you. And we did." Flannery had a sort of twisted smile that Hunter recognized all too well and didn't like, so for now all he could do was stare stonily back at him.

"We've heard great things about the Warblers, Clarington. And on Facebook, we saw something so interesting about you. That you had a boyfriend," Flannery drawled, eyeing Hunter and Sebastian's still-linked hands. "Imagine our surprise when we learned that Hunter Clarington, The Great Hunter Clarington, had been turned into a card-carrying cock-sucker."

Hunter spoke in that quiet, dangerous voice of his, letting go of Sebastian's hand and getting right in Flannery's face.

"I didn't know you needed a card for that. So you know what: when I decide to get down on my knees and get a mouthful of my boyfriend's hot cock, how 'bout I borrow your card, Flannery?"

Flannery shoved Hunter back and spat, "faggots."

Niff jumped forward and each grabbed one of Hunter's arms.

"Relax, guys," Hunter said calmly. At his tone, Niff let go. "I'm not gonna do anything to him. If you beat someone up for being homophobic, it just makes them more homophobic. And I've already proven I can beat the snot out of you, Flannery, so if you're dumb enough to take the first swing, then it's self-defense and I can do it again, for old time's sake."

Flannery stared and flushed.

"Walk away, assholes," Sebastian hissed hotly. "I don't give a shit about making you more homophobic, and the people in that coffee shop who are watching know us and will help us kick your asses."

There were indeed people watching from the windows of the Lima Bean. Sebastian didn't think for a second that any of them would help, though. No, they'd take out their phones and record it. And Flannery laughed and said as much. But Sebastian was vicious and could hold his own in a fight. He couldn't wait to take these homophobic bitches down a peg.

"Flannery, what's your headmaster gonna say when he finds out that you picked a fight with four members of a rival show-choir? Think you'll be doing laps? Sitting in detention? No, you'll get expelled. How much do you think that'll affect your future military career? Walk. Away."

Hunter's words had an immediate effect on Flannery. He grumbled to the other three, "these fags aren't worth it," and they marched away.

Jeff breathed a sigh of relief and Hunter whispered something to Sebastian.

"I'm game if you are," Sebastian said with a grin.

"Hey, Flannery!" Hunter shouted, and when the four military boys looked, Hunter pulled Sebastian in for a passionate kiss and flipped his old classmates the bird. Niff, of course, whooped and busted up laughing at the shocked looks on three of the military-boys' faces. Flannery just gave a look of disgust and they all left.

"So," Hunter said conversationally, breaking the kiss, "just as a matter of interest, when are you gonna let me borrow that card from Flannery?"

Sebastian leaned in and whispered raggedly against Hunter's lips, "as soon as you want."

The minute Hunter opened the door to their room, he roughly pulled Sebastian inside, slammed and locked the door in the same movement, and shoved Sebastian against it, kissing him aggressively.

"Fuck, Hunt," Sebastian moaned as Hunter held him to the door by his wrists while he rubbed their hips together. Pinning him completely. Sebastian was powerless.

And it was awesome.

"You liked taking a spanking from a military boy," Hunter growled into his ear. "And you liked it when I was bossy. Let's really see how well you take orders. Strip for me."

Sebastian was going to come in his pants at this rate. Hunter's voice was low and dark and so sexy. With enough danger in his eyes that Sebastian was tempted to disobey.

"And if I don't?" Sebastian asked, raising his chin defiantly.

Hunter just looked at him hesitantly. Sebastian winked, and Hunter got his confidence back.

"Then you'll be punished." And he started roughly dragging Sebastian over to the bed. By his belt buckle.

FUCK. YES.

Hunter slowly and seductively undid Sebastian's belt and pulled him stomach-down into his lap, yanked his pants down enough so his ass was completely on display, and smacked it once. Hard.

"AH! Yeees," Sebastian moaned.

"Hmm. No noises from you. Stay quiet, or I'll gag you." All Sebastian could do was whimper. But then he felt something caressing his ass that was definitely not Hunter's hand. It felt like leather... like... like...

Like his belt.

"Hunter," Sebastian moaned brokenly.

"Unless you have a problem with this—"

"None! I just—" whack "AH!"

"Right, that's it, I'm gagging you," Hunter said dispassionately. He got up, pulled two Dalton ties out of his closet, and unceremoniously stuffed one in Sebastian's mouth. Then he took the other and tied it around his mouth, securing the other tie firmly in place. And brought the belt down again. And again. And again.

After about ten, Sebastian was painfully hard, tears running down his face, soaking the tie, muffled moans coming out of his mouth.

"You're hard," Hunter observed. "You really like this, don't you?" he whispered into Sebastian's ear. Sebastian nodded violently. "You want me to keep going? Or do you want my mouth on you?" Sebastian rutted wildly against Hunter's lap, trying to convey how much he wanted the second option.

Hunter chuckled sadistically. "Finally." And he gave one more hard smack with the belt before tossing Sebastian on the bed and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, mouthing teasingly at the exposed flesh as he gently grinded against Sebastian.

Sebastian's hips were going crazy trying to get some friction. He could feel how hard Hunter was; how could he have this much fucking patience?!

Once Sebastian's shirt was open, Hunter pushed the material aside and threw it on the floor. But he didn't stop there. Nope. He took the belt in hand again and bound Sebastian's wrists together. He'd never felt so powerful. Not when he'd had people mindlessly following his orders, not when he'd had a gun in his hands. Nothing compared to having Sebastian writhing under him, gagged and bound, fully submitting and looking completely debauched. Because of him.

So he figured he ought to show some mercy on the gorgeous, horny creature beneath him. Some.

He pulled Sebastian's pants the rest of the way off at a maddeningly slow pace. Right, no underwear on the weekends. Not that Hunter was complaining. Not at all. He took a couple of pillows, put them behind Sebastian's head, and got on his knees.

"I want you to watch, Bastian. I want you to watch me suck you off." Sebastian moaned wantonly. "And if you break eye contact, if you close your eyes or look away, I stop. Got it?"

Sebastian nodded.

And then finally, finally, Hunter took Sebastian into his mouth. Not for the first time, Sebastian thought that Hunter must have been with another guy before him. There was no way that anyone could be this good their first time giving head. He had to have some sort of experience. And he was half right—no, Hunter had never done this before, but, as he had previously found out: the internet has instructions for fucking everything. {Pun intended}

Sebastian had never looked someone in the eyes while they sucked him off. Since he originally thought of Hunter as so innocent (though that image was quickly being eroded away), it was even more erotic to see his mouth wrapped around his dick while his tongue did absolutely wicked things to him. And the sounds he made were completely and perfectly filthy. Then suddenly, the noises stopped and the lovely, tight heat of Hunter's mouth was gone.

Right. He had looked away. Damnit.

He looked back and was completely shocked. Hunter was... sucking on his first three fingers. He winked as he hooked Sebastian's legs over his shoulders and took him into his mouth again. And started rubbing over his entrance with a slick digit, looking up questioningly. Sebastian nodded frantically and screamed through the ties as he came hard in Hunter's mouth when that finger entered him. Hunter must have had no gag-reflex, because he chuckled around Sebastian as he swallowed and continued sucking.

Sebastian moaned and writhed as another finger was soon added. Hunter stretched him so quickly as he bucked down onto those maddening fingers. Hunter reached up and pulled the tie down from Sebastian's mouth.

When Sebastian was finally able to work the other one out of his mouth, he begged (something he'd never done in his life), "more, fuck, more. Hunter, please."

When Hunter had his fill of torturing Sebastian, he let go of his over-sensitive dick and began to ask, "you want—?"

"Another finger, yes!" Sebastian hissed. "Please, baby."

"Then relax, Bastian. God, you're so tight."

"I don't care! I need it," his voice sounded so wrecked.

"Okay, but tell me if I hurt you," Hunter said gently as he pushed another finger inside.

He crooked his fingers and Sebastian had to bite his shoulder to contain his ecstatic shout.

"Found it," Hunter said with a grin as he rubbed his fingers roughly over Sebastian's prostate.

"Hunt, Hunter, please." Sebastian wasn't entirely sure what he was asking for. "Hunter, please!"

"What do you want, baby?"

"Kiss me?" Because his brain wasn't working right, and kissing Hunter was always a good idea.

Keeping his fingers inside Sebastian and undoing the belt with his free hand, Hunter crawled on top of his boyfriend and kissed him sweetly. Sebastian was having none of it; he roughly grabbed Hunter's hair and pulled him down into a sloppy kiss full of muffled moaning and shouting.

When Hunter pulled back for breath, Sebastian groaned out, "w-want you. Want you inside me." When Hunter stilled his fingers in shock, Sebastian seemed to realize what he'd just said. "Fuck. I didn't mean to spring that on you like that. I mean, I m-meant it, but o-only if you're ready f-for it."

Hunter smiled. How much did Sebastian care for him that he would ask for that; that he would break his biggest rule? How much restraint did he have to give Hunter a way out and make sure Hunter knew beyond a doubt that it was never too late to back out, especially as horribly aroused as he was?

"Think you might need one more finger before—"

"No! Hunter, if you're saying you're ready, I believe you."

"I am," Hunter rasped out.

"So believe me—I'm ready for you. I want it, I need you so bad. Now. Please, baby."

"At least help me get my clothes off," Hunter said coyly as he slowly pulled his fingers out; Sebastian gasped at their absense—he felt so empty.

"You," gasp, shirt off, "fucking," gasp, pants off, "tease."

"No, teasing would be if I did something like this," Hunter replied and stuck three of his fingers in his mouth; sucking on them, making dirty sounds. Wait. The three fingers he'd... been using to stretch Sebastian.

"Hunter," Sebastian groaned in sexual agony (best. agony. ever). "Please." He laid back, pulling Hunter with him and murmured sweetly into his ear, "fuck me. Make me yours."

Hunter's heart swelled at Sebastian's choice of words. Make me yours. He wanted that. He wanted Sebastian to be his; wanted Sebastian to never want anyone else but him.

"If you get on all fours it'll be less uncomfortable."

"No!" Sebastian gasped. "This is my first time doing it this way; I want to be able to look at you. And kiss you."

"Okay, baby. This is about you. So we'll do it the way you want. Other than this: I don't care what you say; I'm adding a fourth finger," he began to stretch Sebastian again. "Bastian, you're so tight that my dick might break if I try right now."

"That comes with the territory of being someone's First. No risk, n-no reward."

Hunter added the fourth finger and, with his free hand, reached into his bedside table for some lube and handed it to Sebastian.

"Will you do it for me?" Hunter asked shyly.

Sebastian's response was to pour some of it into his hand and slick Hunter up. "You're strangely prepared for this," Sebastian panted.

"I thought it would be me on the bottom, so, yeah. But we have next time for that, right?"

"Yes!" Sebastian gasped. "But, right now... Please."

Hunter kissed Sebastian tenderly as he withdrew his fingers again and lined himself up.

"Tell me if I hurt you or if you want me to stop," Hunter choked out as he started to push in.

"I will. Just. More," he begged when Hunter stilled for a moment. "More, baby." And how could Hunter refuse? So he went in a bit deeper and groaned. It was hot and so tight. So tight. So perfect. And did he mention tight?

"Hunt, stop stopping. Please. It's not gonna be all that great for me until you're moving. Please, I promise I'll tell you if it hurts, just get all the way in."

Oh. Hunter hadn't read that part on the internet instructions, okay? But he complied and felt Sebastian writhing under him as he brushed up against his prostate.

Sebastian had never done this, and his only coherent thought was, What have I been missing out on all my fucking life?

"Bas, fuck, you're so—"

"Move," Sebastian choked. "Please, please pleasepleasemove," he babbled. And when Hunter did, he repeated his earlier sentiment; "yes, fuck yes! Make me yours."

Hunter lost it. He started moving faster, adjusting the angle until he was hitting Sebastian's prostate on nearly every thrust.

"Are you really mine, Bastian?" Hunter growled animalistically.

"Yes!" he whimpered.

"And am I yours?"

"Yes!"

"Say it!" Hunter hissed.

"Y-you're mine," he moaned.

"Louder."

"You're mine!"

"And?"

"I'm yours," Sebastian groaned out, then bit back a shout.

"Then don't hold back. I want this whole damn place to hear us. I want everyone to know that you're mine."

"I'm yours, Hunter, I'm all yours. Fuck! Fuck me harder, baby. Please. Wanna feel you for days. Please, baby!"

"How can I say no when you ask all pretty like that?" Hunter said huskily, and started slamming into Sebastian as Sebastian wrapped his arms and legs around Hunter and started pulling him deeper and deeper.

"You're so tight, Bastian. So perfect, like your ass was made for my cock," Hunter babbled. All Sebastian could do was moan and whimper every time Hunter thrusted.

When Hunter reached for Sebastian's aching cock, and Sebastian stopped him, saying, "I just wanna come from this," Hunter picked up his pace and kissed Sebastian hard.

When Sebastian finally came, voice hoarse, his walls squeezed around Hunter so hard that he came, too.

They cuddled for a few minutes after, murmuring sweet nothings to each other as they both fell asleep.

:) #Huntbastian4ever #HunterIsSoFuckingGay 3 #BoyOnBoyLovin :D