Hunter is glad it’s happening because he’s been crushing on Sebastian for weeks now and the damn boy is just so hot. It’s incredibly frustrating.
As he kisses Sebastian, though, and feels his hands squeezing his ass, he can’t help but remember than just an hour ago Sebastian had been kissing someone else. (Cooper “Asshole” Anderson, no less.) Which means that this kiss can’t really be that significant.
He doesn’t want it to stop, though. He never wants it to stop. It’s too perfect and it’s Sebastian and Hunter couldn’t bare it if things got weird because he took a stupid kiss too seriously. He has to make it clear that he’s okay with the whole kissing thing and not seem too much like he wants more.
(But he does want more.)
So he leans back just enough to wink and say, “You are the best roommate I’ve ever had.”
Sebastian is breathless and he grins at how gorgeous Hunter looks post-makeout. But his grin almost falters at the other boy’s words, a slight ache in his chest.
“Oh, right. Roommates. Yeah,” he says, leaning in again to leave small kisses on Hunt’s neck, ignoring the fact that he just actually got friend zoned. Shit.
“Now less talking, more kissing,” Seb whispers, pressing his lips against his roommate’s once more.
Hopefully this will be a good thing. Sebastian doesn’t do relationships, anyway. Apparently he and Hunt are friends with benefits now, what more could he ask for?
He falls into Seb’s lap and arches his back at the tug on his hair.
“Oh my god,” he mutters, speaking between kisses. “Oh my god, Sebastian, we’re kissing.”
He laughs and settles in, one knee on either side of Seb’s hips and his ass sticking out as he leans into the kiss. At one point he leans in a little too far and tips them back, Sebastian landing under him on the mattress. He laughs again.
“Is this really happening?”
Sebastian actually smiles, looking up at the other boy now on top of him. The same boy who has the best and most adorable laugh.
Bas lets his hands travel down from Hunter’s neck to his back and then he rests them on his ass—the same ass he’s been staring at whenever Hunt bent down when cleaning their room or when he does his morning stretches.
He squeezes it, grinning. “Oh yeah,” he says, “it’s really happening.”
Then he leans up to kiss his roommate—the same roommate he’s had a crush on practically since the first day of school—soft and slow, his hands roaming and exploring.
Hunter is flying.
He’s forgotten about his previous annoyance or the fact that his roommate is most likely a werewolf. None of that is important anymore because Sebastian is kissing him and it’s perfect.
There’s a moment of soft, sweet kissing, and then Sebastian angles his head and Hunter hums into his lips and he feels a sense of urgency. He pushes closer, leaning into Seb’s body as their mouths move together. Hunter pulls back just enough to breathe and then sucks Sebastian’s bottom lip in between his own with a little gasp.
Sebastian lets out a moan when Hunter takes his lip, moving his hands up to wrap them around the boy’s neck to pull him even closer.
He forgot how wonderful it is to kiss someone he actually likes.
But will this mean that…they’re together? This isn’t the time to think about that because Hunter fucking Clarington is kissing him and Seb is going to make this last.
“Hunter,” he moans, one of his hands pulling at his roommate’s hair while he makes him sit in his lap—he just needs to get closer.
Hunter stares at Sebastian in awe. Is he serious? He would really want to…to make out with him? Or…something. Even after all his talk about Cooper Anderson?
Seb looks totally sincere.
Hunter can hardly believe his luck. Sebastian wants him, and it’s like a small miracle.
“God, yes,” he mutters, leaning in for a kiss.
Without another word, Sebastian leans in the rest of the way and he presses his lips firmly against Hunter’s.
His lips feel a lot different from Cooper’s, but it’s better, and now Bas feels kind of gross that just an hour ago he was making out with another guy.
But he tries to focus on this kiss—soft and nice and it’s making his heart beat faster and his toes curl and a shiver runs down his spine and it’s all sort of pretty amazing—and he tilts his head to make the kiss deeper.
This is actually happening.
Hunter splutters for a moment, blushing under Sebastian’s attention. He probably can smell the jealousy, which is slightly mortifying. But Hunter can’t deny that he enjoys the attention.
He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to regain control of himself at the sudden loss of Sebastian from his lap. He’s ridiculously turned on by Seb’s over-the-top show of confidence. So he decides to let his own bravado seep out a little. A sly grin slides easily across his face and he crawls into the bed after his roommate, eyeing his body with want in his eyes.
“Maybe we can skip the movie,” he suggests, grinning.
Sebastian can feel his cheeks reddening at the way Hunter is staring at him and at the words that come out of his mouth.
Hunter wants him.
Is this night even real?
“Mmm, you know me so well, Clarington,” he says, smirking while he pulls Hunter in closer.
“Are you sure?” he quietly asks, still giving Hunt a second to think about this. If this is actually happening, he wants his roommate—his friend—to make sure this is something he wants.
Because Sebastian wants him bad—he’s been wanting for weeks.
“If I ever kiss Cooper Anderson, I give you full permission to punch me in the face,” Hunter mutters sourly.
Why are they even having this conversation again?
He’s about to say something else, something decidedly nasty about Anderson, but he freezes mid-syllable when Sebastian leans in close to him. A shiver goes down his spine, originating from the spot on his neck where Sebastian’s fingers are resting gently. He feels a blush rising in his cheeks.
“I…uh.” He blinks slowly and then clears his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, okay, I guess I can take a break. I mean, if I have to.”
“There’s nothing you can’t tell me, Hunter,” Bas continues to whisper. “Tell me you’re jealous. I can practically smell it.” He can smell it, it’s almost cool that all of his senses have heightened. ”You’re jealous that I went out with Coop tonight, aren’t you?”
Sebastian now knows why it’s so much fun to tease. No wonder Hunter does it all the time.
He spins Hunter’s chair around so that he could sit in his lap, wrapping his arms around the other boy’s neck.
“Well—that was only one date, but this weekend it’s going to be all about you,” Seb tells him, his face close. “Bet you’ll like that, hm?” And in an instant he’s off of Hunt’s lap to lie down on his roommate’s bed, grabbing one of their Wii remotes to turn on Netflix.
“So which movie first, The Birds or Psycho?”
Hunter’s eye twitches.
“Spare me the gory details, please. I really don’t need to hear about Cooper Anderson’s kissing skills.” He sighs and looks over at Sebastian sitting on his bed. It would actually be really fun to curl up and watch some movies. They could pop some popcorn or break out the ice cream they keep in their tiny freezer even though it gets super melty.
But instead he shrugs and looks back down at the textbook in front of him. He doesn’t even remember opening it. “I actually have a lot of homework to do. So.”
“Words won’t do justice, anyway. You should actually just experience it yourself. I’m sure you’re his type.” Bas winks.
“Aww, c’mon,” Sebastian whines, getting up again to stand behind Hunter. “Have you been doing homework all day?” He dares to lean down to get close to his roommate’s ear, wanting to tease him. “You should just…take a break,” he whispers, lightly touching the back of Hunter’s neck.
Hunter looks up and takes the coffee gratefully, but his eyes narrow as soon as he sees his roommate.
Sebastian looks debauched.
“Thanks,” he says as he sips the coffee, but he’s still glaring at Seb’s flushed face and swollen lips and messy hair. It was strange, because he had been sure that the whole date thing was a cover story for big-werewolfy-stuff. But apparently he had been wrong?
He raises an eyebrow. “So. Had a good date with Cooper, then?”
Sebastian goes to lie on his bed, slipping his shoes off and getting out of his jeans.
“Mmm, he’s a real good kisser,” he says, grinning. He sits up and leans against the wall. “I think he’ll come crawling to beg for more.” He knows he sounds like he’s bragging, but he has a right to. He was able to make the co-captain of the lacrosse team weak in the knees.
Yet the whole time they were tearing at each other’s clothes, somewhere in the back of Sebastian’s mind he’s thought about Hunter.
But he knows that’ll never happen.
He gets up from bed, not wanting to stay in one place, and changes his shirt (the one he wrote tonight got torn from Cooper’s claws) before he sits back down on his bed.
“You up for a movie marathon?” he asks. “I’m in the mood for some Hitchcock.”
Hunter is bored out of his mind.
It’s Friday night and he’s stuck in the dorm alone. None of the Warblers are around to hang out and Sebastian is out with stupid Cooper Anderson (the asshole) and there isn’t a thing on TV. So instead of living the life of a normal teenager, Hunter decides to clean his room. And reorganize his closet.
And do his homework.
This night couldn’t possibly get any worse.
Sebastian can’t believe what happened tonight.
It’s been frustrating and tiring and irritating to work with Cooper. Plus the fact that he’s the one who fucking bit him…tonight Seb couldn’t shut his mouth and told him off.
Yet the night turned out to amazing in the end. After they argued and yelled in each other faces, they started kissing, and they just couldn’t stop.
Sebastian doesn’t even care that he’s once again coming back to his dorm looking like a hot mess. At least he isn’t covered in bruises (well, besides the ones on his neck) and blood.
He’s sure that Hunter stayed in, so he got him a coffee on the way back. Seb had plenty of coffee today and he’s still energetic from the angry and rough makeout session with Coop, so maybe his roommate would want to stay up and watch movies with him because there’s no way he’s going to be able to sleep anytime soon.
He enters the dorm with a rather cheery, “Hey, Hunter!” and he walks over to hand him his coffee.
The past few weeks.
So he’s only been like this for a few weeks, then.
Well that makes sense. Hunter was wondering how such a huge thing had slipped his notice for an entire year.
But it’s not important right now. What matters is that Sebastian is crying and Hunter knows why but he can’t say that he knows why so he has to figure out some way to comfort him.
“You’re not weak,” he says, rubbing in the last of the ointment. He wipes his fingers off on his bedspread and sighs. “Whatever is happening, Sebastian, I promise…you’re not weak.”
He pets Seb’s leg for a minute, trying to be comforting, and then decides to just go for it.
“Hey.” He lays himself out next to his roommate and wraps an arm around his chest, careful to avoid the bruise on his side. He props his head up with his other hand and smiles encouragingly down at Sebastian. “I’m serious, okay? You’re like…one of the bravest people I know.”
Sebastian sniffles, feeling a little bit better when Hunter lies down with him. This is the first time he’s cried in front of someone in…well, ever.
He stays silent for a while, his breathing calm. He could’ve sworn he’s fallen asleep at some point, but he looks up at Hunter.
“Thanks,” he says quietly, giving him a small smile. Sure, his roommate can be irritating sometimes, but it’s clear how much he actually cares about him. Seb has never had someone like him, and it’s…real nice.