#f2f:hc

Maybe this will make you feel a bit better after the shitty week you’ve had. Or you can always just make fun of me, whichever will make you feel better. -Hunt.

Sebastian found Hunter at the piano, he hadn’t touched it himself in a while and he had almost forgotten its existence. He also hadn’t realized that Hunter played, not that it should have surprised him, but he rested his elbow on the top of the piano and looked down at his friend. “What’s your master plan to make me feel better after this shitty week?” He asked, quirking a brow. He wasn’t sure what else he could possibly try, he’d already spent most of the weekend drunk or high-- hell, most of his week was spent drinking (or fucking) to keep his mind off of the rumors. He wondered what Hunter could possibly want to try. 

It'd been a long morning of reconnecting with Hunter for Sebastian, but Sebastian had been waiting for this bit. The bit that allowed them both to be fully-dressed, comfortable and pressed together. He'd been thankful for the orgasms and the intimacy and, with his neck littered with a dozen or so pulsating purple marks, Sebastian couldn't quite help feeling safe so close to the other. He knew from the moment he saw Hunter waiting outside his house that he needed the man close as soon as he was through the door, and he had, so now, after hours of fooling around, he was ridiculously happy to just cuddle the next couple of hours away.

His parents had called only minutes before, saying they'd be home soon, but Sebastian refused to move from where he was seated on Hunter's lap, head on the other man's shoulder as he tried to pay attention to Fight Club as it played out on the television. He was too busy snuggling into Hunter's heat, more so stealing it, and gently combing his finger's through Hunter's hair to really be paying attention to anything. As far as he was concerned, if his parents came through the door right now, it was an innocent enough position. At least he wasn't on his stomach with his ass in the air, Hunter draped over his back. If they didn't like it, they'd just have to deal with it.