It felt like an eternity until Sebastian answered his question and not long enough at the same time. Why would he want Sebastian to stop what he was doing, which was to reduce Hunter into a puddle of goo, to answer that question? Exactly. He wouldn’t. Shouldn’t. Because he could feel every little pull at his skin, the alternating between gentle and a little rougher when Sebastian seemed to forget himself a little and sucked harder on his skin to leave deeper love bites. Distantly Hunter was glad that Sebastian respected the ‘no mark above the collar’ rule here because by the feelings of it he was really going to town on him, reddening his skin next to the still slightly sore bruises he had acquired during football practice. It was a pleasure/pain mixture Hunter was still on the fence with but the more Sebastian’s mouth neared his cock the more he forgot about it, breathing becoming labored in anticipation. He even forgot about his question at first, fumbled with remembering what Sebastian was answering to. “Yes, yes, you may,” he breathed, a darker flush spreading over his body while he gave permission, not daring to open his eyes again. Knowing how Sebastian looked between his legs, how Sebastian looked in general when he was in the mood,  - which was almost always - this could be over embarrassingly fast. Or what he understood was an embarrassing time frame. It could be either way if he was being honest. He didn’t have any kind of sex often enough to have a lot of control yet. And masturbating still seemed wrong and like a waste when he could have Sebastian’s experienced hands and mouth working on taking him apart. Would that be annoying in the long run? Would he get boring faster if he didn’t do something about his stamina in bed? “You are,” Hunter agreed absentmindedly, lifting his hips slightly to help to get him fully naked. His fingers dug into Sebastian’s shoulders at the first touch, his hips jerking up. “Are you talking about me or my...” Hunter rasped once the initial feeling of too sweet pleasure had subsided a little, managing to form actual words instead of breathy moans and gestured vaguely downward between his legs where Sebastian’s hand was doing magical things to him. He still couldn’t open his eyes and didn’t see what Sebastian was referring to, his hand quickly settling on Sebastian’s shoulder again, seeking contact near his neck and thumbing over the other boy’s collarbone.

Did doing this, wanting this, still feel wrong? At times. Mostly afterward, when he was around his parents or alone again or when Sebastian or Charlotte were asleep when he had spent time at their respective houses, were the moments when he started to doubt everything. Himself above all.  What he was doing was wrong. Maybe not necessarily the sexual part of it but that he had a hard time choosing didn't exactly speak for his good character. That was more outcast behavior than anything else. No offense to Sebastian. He had been trying to push Hunter into doing the right thing, which Hunter had refused, claiming e knew what he was doing. What Hunter didn't refuse was letting Sebastian make him feel good and chase his guilt away, if only for a short time, his body willingly leaning into every touch and taking his fair share too, trying not to just cling the other boy. Even now, things were sometimes a lot to take in, like the feel of Sebastian sliding against his body and his instinctive reaction to spread his legs wider to accommodate, to feel more. Hunter tried to follow Sebastian when he pulled away from the kiss, a quiet whine escaping him but was quickly pacified when the lost attention was applied to his neck and further down, his breathing picking up with every move of Sebastian's lips on his skin, his hands skimming aimlessly over the other's slender body as his focus was on the things done to him. "May you do what exactly?" he asked, a sudden bout of playfulness coming over him that surprised himself, his fingers running through Sebastian’s hair before he let it drop onto his shoulders. He peeked one eye open to take a look, failing to stop the smile that was slowly but surely spreading over his face. Why would he anyway? Even ‘natural’, without his eyeliner and his piercings highlighting his face, he looked sinfully attractive and like he belonged exactly where he was at the moment, hovering over Hunter.

It was small what Sebastian stated but it was more than enough to brighten Hunter’s smile. The other boy seemed unhappy most of the time when Hunter secretly observed him around his friends or sitting alone and he could have done something then, he knew that. He could have walked over and sat with him, the jeering and weird looks be damned. He could have stopped his peers from harassing the outcasts in general. At least the ones that could barely stand up for himself. But then again, there was Charlotte, who already seemed suspicious, and maybe Hunter was more selfish than he thought because he wanted this only for him. His smiles, his touches, being able to reassure him in any way. And Sebastian's next words mumbled but still very clear were almost like Sebastian had the same things running through his head. He was by no means a possessive guy or hadn't been aware of it but the words did something for him and he conjured up all the things that Sebastian did that had almost made him lose his mind  when he was kissing him and he tried to replicate them, drawing the other boy's lips into his mouth to suck on it to ease the hard kiss into something softer before his turned the kiss into something more demanding again. His hands had found a place on Sebastian's hips, for now, needing something to anchor him, Then he felt the soft fabric of his sweatpants slide down his legs. The feeling of someone else undressing him was still strange, still, something that his subconscious told him shouldn't happen yet at all. It was ignored. Just like the times before he had allowed himself to lose his clothes and himself in the pleasures of the flesh.  A slightly surprised gasp was his answer to feeling Sebastian as close against him as they could be at this point, resisting the urge to roll his hips at the sound of Sebastian's sounds of pleasure. He hadn't even really noticed them moving, which was a feat itself, so he laughed  - a quick but amused one - and got on the bed, gripping Sebastian's hips again when he was close enough and impatiently met him for another kiss, pulling him on top of him.

In that moment, Hunter was at a loss of what to say. Or rather speechless. Because there were so many things he could say as well as wanted and maybe should say. If he was being honest, tough, his brain was not up to form the  acceptable response Sebastian deserved. Nor was he sure how it would be taken considering their whole situation in general. He settled on, “I’m glad you’re happy,” and meant every word, nudging Sebastian’s face gently with his nose. “I wasn’t planning to,” he revealed, smiling a little. It was one of the good things about his upbringing. Affection, he had learned, love, compassion, wasn’t something you witheld from people no matter what. Even enemies deserved to be forgiven and loved. Naturally, he wouldn’t deprive Sebastian of it either. Especially not him. “I’m enjoying the exclusivity,” he sassed, licking his lips too. That he didn’t quite believed Sebastian about ‘it’ being just for him was beside the point. He had said that promiscuity was something he could handle as long as Sebastian was safe and maybe it was time he made it worthwhile for him as well. The feeling of a warm hand stroking him through his sweats had him lose focus, the kiss turning slightly sloppy as he struggled to decide if he wanted to grind against Sebastian’s dick or his hand and ended up doing both, little moans spilling over his lips. It took a lot of willpower to turn around fully and start working on opening the other boy’s pants, fingers a little shaky. It wasn’t anything new, not this part although he rarely was the initiating one, but it never stopped making him feel out of depth. It didn’t help that, when he looked at Sebastian, his appearance was basically proper and it felt extra dirty to slide the belt out of it’s hoops and flick the button open. 

“You’re thinking too much about fu...messing things up. ,” Hunter stated teasingly, admittedly being somewhat of a hypocrite. It wasn’t like he wasn’t constantly beating himself up over what he desired, the thoughts he had, all of his feelings that ent into so many directions. How he shouldn’t enjoy the feeling of Sebastian’s arousal against his backside and encourage it but did it anyway, let it fuel his own. “Don’t make me change my mind.” His tone of voice was still light, still teasing. Still breathless. Whatever he had wanted to say next was stopped by his breath catching in his throat as he could feel just how excited Sebastian was, easily through his sweats. Just a soft “yes” made it past his lips until he could collect his bearings again, the cursing making his mouth twitch. This time less in amusement or chagrin and more on the naughty side. Letting his hand tighten on the other boy’s neck, he gave himself a mental shove, squashing down the nervousess at the same time. Talking dirty was just not his forte. “Would be easy, wouldn’t it? You could just push down my sweatpants, bend me over and have at it.” His imagination let a rather vivid picture follow his words,another at the response he recieved and that he translated into the kiss, opening his mouth further, invitingly.

“Being messed up doesn’t mean that you’re undeserving of love or forgiveness,” Hunter stated, feeling like he had said that phrase a hundred times before. Not only to Sebastian but to his brothers and sisters as well. Granted, their described problems seemed less profound compared to what Sebastian was struggling with. They still had a support system in form of their parents. The boy pressed against him from behind still tried to find his. Or that was what Hunter assumed at least. “But yes, I guess you could still say I fell for it.” It seemed like a jab at Hunter’s helper complex. Actually he was pretty sure it was. He was willing to let his slide, though. This time at least. Their closeness was just a bit too distracting to have a completely serious conversation. “You’re welcome.” A grin followed his words, again more to himself than aimed towards Sebastian since he couldn’t see his face. It was quickly wiped off his face at the way he was adressed, causing him to snort out a laugh. The term’s meaning thankfully wasn’t lost on him anymore, although he still wasn’t sure how to react to it. “I can feel just how sexy you think I am.” Was he taking care of Sebastian that way?  He wanted to. He should to give Sebastian what he wanted. Needed. The tight, heated feeling in his lower body intensified when Sebastian responded in kind to his nip, grinding back against Sebastian’s dick. How could he not. It was a thrilling feeling, something he considered as bold but he wasn’t done yet. His hand  reached behind them to cup Sebastian’s neck to give him more leverage to twist his upper body and properly kiss Sebastian this time. He snickered into it, a breathless sound, before he pulled away just far enough to let Sebastian speak. “I’m pretty sure I already did that,” he said coyly before connecting their mouths again, a slow but firm slide of lips.

Hunter blinked at nothing when Sebastian’s words reached his ears, feeling a light blush rising. Jesus Christ on a stick. He scolded himself for the blasphemy but not as sternly as he would have otherwise because his mind was wandering in all directions, one for every thing that had been mentioned. It was still surreal that he actually did know how all of that looked like. How it felt. The guilt was an ever present fellow too. It was not as strong right now, though.”Your mind,” he added to the list, trying to keep his cool. One could even say that te forwardness was something that made him happy at the moment. “Not just when you’re trying,” he countered, almost losing his footing himself at the feeling of his ass being squeezed, trying to push into the touch without even being fully aware of it.  “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, not sure if it was directed at himself or Sebastian at this point. Then, the door was closed behind them and there was no space between them once more and no nosy neighbors that could get him in trouble. The only thing that would get him in trouble, the good kind he figured, was the intimacy between their two bodies and him melting into it, turning his head further to brush his lips against Sebastian’s, nipping at his bottom lip. A trick he had learned from the aforementioned boy and was all too happy to use on him now. “Must be you rubbing off on me,” he joked, the pun intended.

“I don’t tell you enough, I know.” Hunter said it half in jest, half serious. Still, it was probably one of the reasons Sebastian wasn’t sure about how true Hunter’s feelings towards him were. Hunter had his heart on hs sleeve most of the time after all. “Your attractiveness is not all that speaks for you, Bas,” Hunter said with a small grin, stopping at the end of the stairs as the other made his way to the living room, appreciating the sight for a lot of reasons. Sebastian knowing his way around his house. Him being confident enough to talk to his parents seemingly on his own. Not to mention the physical aspect of how Sebastan’s backside looked. He was really handsome in so many ways and Hunter couldn’t believe he didn’t know it. “Such a polite young man you are,” he teased as he swung his way up the first step. “Make sure you don’t stumble while you’re enjoying the view,” he stated boldly, knowing where Sebastian’s eyes were straying too of course. And maybe, just maybe, he was preening a little.

“I missed you too, handsome.” Hunter could have stood here for a long while just holding Sebastian in his arms but first of all, they were standing on Hunter’s front porch and secondly, they were already hugging for too long and probably making his neighbors and parents suspicious. “I like all of your looks,” he assured the taller boy, goose bumps rising where Sebastian's warm breath was hitting the skin of his neck. He smiled at Sebastian again when they drew apart, a smile full of affection before he nodded. “Only if you want. Just a quick hello will suffice anyway. A church group is coming later and they’re in the middle of getting everything ready,” he explained, not even once looking away from Sebastian until he stepped back to make room for him to enter the house “they even send me up with food up into my room.”

Sebastian wanted to go to Hunter’s house instead of his own. He felt like he would be able to be more vulnerable with the other when he was in a space and an outfit he didn’t feel completely comfortable in. He wanted to be open with the other and just have a nice evening. Sebastian thought he could get that at his lover’s house. He parked his car near the house and walked up to the front door. He was wearing jeans and a simple long sleeve shirt and that already made a huge difference. He had taken his piercings out and there was no eyeliner under or above his eyes. His hair was neatly styled and there was a friendly look on his face. Different, but a nice experience. Sebastian knocked on the door, waiting for Hunter or a family member to open up for him.

Hunter: Alright. What’s wrong? 

Charlotte: What did I ever do to deserve you?