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“Tori?” Hunter called out as he heard the side door open and shut.

“Yeah, Dad?” his daughter replied, poking her head into the kitchen where her father was seated at the table.

“Would you care to explain why there’s been a boy parked in front of the house for the last twenty minutes?” he asked, looking up over his reading glasses at his beautiful, blonde-haired, blue-eyed little girl – not so little anymore, Clarington, he had to remind himself. A couple years ago, Hunter would have approached the obvious suitor with little regard for his daughter’s social standing and likely scared him away, but one too many arguments that ended with slamming doors and broken dishes – Tori had her father’s temper, it seemed – had shown him that sometimes, you had to step back and loosen the apron strings. It would have been a thousand times easier if her mother hadn’t practically disappeared from their lives seventeen years ago, leaving a first time father with a one-year-old little girl because she just ‘wasn’t ready for kids.’ Hunter had shown her and everyone else that thought he wasn’t suited for raising a little girl. Tori had graduated in the top 10% of her class, was a starter on her school’s basketball team, and volunteered at the hospital where Hunter worked.

“Sebastian!” the girl exclaimed, turning on her heel and heading towards the front door.

He didn’t know who this ‘Sebastian’ was, but Hunter would be certain to enlighten the young man soon enough on the caveats for dating his daughter. In the meantime, he slid his reading glasses back up his nose and went back to sorting through the mail.

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“Victoria Evangeline Clarington!” Hunter roared, murder in his eyes as he stared at his topless daughter standing across the room from the boy seated on her bed.

He’d only gone in there to ask if this Sebastian would be staying for dinner. The door wasn’t fully shut, so he’d given the cursory light knock before pushing it the rest of the way open. And what he saw was a blatant violation of one of the few rules he had for his daughter. No drugs in the house. No drinking unless he was home to supervise. (He wasn’t stupid enough to think she wouldn’t do it, so he’d demanded that if she was going to, she was going to do it where he could keep an eye on her.) No sex while he was in the house, and always use protection.

“Dad!” Tori shrieked, her arms coming up to cover her chest.

“Just because you’re an adult now and heading off to college in a few months doesn’t mean you can suddenly ignore the rules,” Hunter seethed. “You know I don’t care if you have sex—“

“Excuse me? Sir?” Sebastian tried to pipe up, but he was overpowered by Hunter’s continuing diatribe.

“—but you know that you are not to be having sex while I’m in the house.”

“Sir?”

“That’s so not what we’re doing. Christ, Dad,” Tori complained, reaching down to grab her discarded t-shirt.

“You’re walking around in front of a boy without a shirt—“

“Mr. Clarington?”

“—what am I supposed to think?”

“How about you not jump to conclusions?” Tori countered.

“How about you tell me just why you’re walking around half naked then?”

“Because it doesn’t matter, Dad!” The girl rolled her eyes, looking skyward as if Hunter was acting ridiculous, a trait she’d picked up from him.

“What are you even talking about, Tori?”

“What part of ‘it doesn’t matter’ don’t you get, Dad?”

“Mr. Clarington?” Sebastian piped up again, this time a little louder. He had a small smirk on his face, and Hunter’s fists clenched as he fought the urge to wipe that smirk right off the little shit’s face. “It really doesn’t matter.”

“Oh? And would you care to explain that, son?”

“Fucking hell, Dad, Sebastian’s gay.”

Sebastian was… “Oh,” Hunter said intelligently. The boy sitting on his daughter’s bed was… wasn’t interested in her. Physically. He watched as that smirk widened on the boy’s face, his eyes shining with barely controlled laughter. “I see.” Hunter crossed his arms over his chest, glancing from his daughter to her friend as his ears heated with embarrassment. “Dinner’s in an hour, then. I expect Sebastian will be staying for lasagna?”

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Within a month and a half, Sebastian was a near constant addition to the Clarington household. Nearly every day he was hanging out with Tori, and by extension, Hunter. He found the young man to be quite worldly, and he had a decent head on his shoulders, even if he did seem incapable of knowing when to just keep his mouth shut. Hunter liked the young man, and when his daughter asked if she could invite some of her friends to the annual Clarington family barbeque, he expected Sebastian to be one of them.

The day was warm, and between their relatives, a handful of friends from Hunter’s work, and Tori’s friends, their backyard was a full blown party. Hunter had started off manning the grill, but his father had taken over, claiming it was the Clarington patriarch’s duty. Hunter made sure to gather the keys of anyone who was drinking, pausing in the festivities to pull sleeping bags and the cot from the basement into the spare room and living room. Most of his hosting duties taken care of by other members of their family, Hunter slipped into his bedroom to change into his bathing suit, intending to take a dip in the pool.

The swim trunks sat low on his hips, the bright colour a contrast to his sun-tanned skin. While he wasn’t exactly as cut as he was when he was 18, at 39 he still had enough muscle definition to not be embarrassed about walking around shirtless. While he was sporting a few grey hairs on his head, smile lines were starting to form under his nose, and his sides were a little squishier, he still knew he looked good. A couple of his cousins let out a wolf whistle, Hunter responding with a smirk and a middle finger before diving into the pool. He surfaced quickly, pushing his hair back off of his face as he let the water cool his heated skin. Always the good host, he glanced around, making sure everything seemed to be continuing smoothly. His parents were near the food, chatting with a couple of his work friends about Hunter recently deciding to go back to school for his BSN now that Tori was going to be out of the house. A group of his nieces and nephews were talking with Tori about what school she was going to, what she was majoring in, and how great college was going to be now that they were adults and their social lives wouldn’t be hampered by constant parental supervision. Everyone seemed to be mingling well, something that wasn’t uncommon for their annual family and friends gathering, but after a moment of just observing, he felt the telltale prickling sensation along the back of his neck, something telling him that he was being watched. He turned, treading water easily as he looked around, only to meet a pair of green eyes staring at him.

Sebastian.

Hunter gestured for the boy to join him in the pool, not realizing that the look coming from the boy went beyond mere appreciation for a body well maintained. There was an almost hunger there, a desire that made a line of goosebumps raise along Hunter’s arms before he had a chance to think on it further.

Sebastian walked slowly towards the edge of the pool, and Hunter couldn’t help but look over the young man’s form. Sebastian was tall, nearly as tall as Hunter, but not as broad of shoulder. He would likely hit his last growth spurt in college, something that would take away the last of the baby fat that rode high in his cheeks. He was thin, frame lined with wiry muscle under freckle-dotted skin. His hips were narrow, and his legs still held that chicken-ish look to him that would eventually fill out to make a damn fine young man in a couple years.

Hunter wouldn’t say that he hadn’t looked at other men and women with appreciation – and maybe a little desire – but once Samantha had left him alone with a little girl, his whole focus had shifted from his own needs to the needs of his daughter. But now that she was an adult and leaving for college out of state in a couple months, his libido had apparently decided to make a comeback.

He watched the teenager carefully slide into the pool, a complete contrast to Hunter’s earlier dive. It almost looked like Sebastian was afraid to get his hair wet, the thought of that making Hunter laugh under his breath.

“What’s wrong, Sebastian?” he teased, lightly splashing the boy. “Afraid of a little water?”

“No,” came the response, a pout right on its tail.

“Normally I can’t keep you or Tori out of the pool,” Hunter commented, trying to prompt a response for why Sebastian had seemed solely focused on him since he’d gotten into the pool.

“Maybe I was just enjoying the view, Mr. Clarington,” Sebastian replied, leaning his face in close so only Hunter would hear.

“And did you like what you saw?” The lilt in Hunter’s voice was telling, and he found himself strangely comfortable almost flirting with his daughter’s best friend.

“I’d like to see more.”

“Play your cards right, kiddo, and you just might.”

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By one in the morning, most of the Clarington clan and Hunter’s work friends had left the party, leaving him sitting around a bonfire with a group of teenagers. Everyone had some sort of alcoholic beverage in their hands, and it was quickly becoming apparent to him that he was the odd man out.  He finished his beer, glancing around at the teenagers before he stood. His knees popped as he did, something that he was slightly embarrassed about.

“Everyone’s keys are in the jar, right?” he asked the group.

“Yes, Mr. Clarington,” came the response.

“Good. Make sure you put the fire out before everyone passes out, and if anything happens, wake me up,” Hunter said, walking over to his daughter. He pressed a kiss to the side of her forehead with a soft “Goodnight, sweetheart,” before making his way inside.

Earlier, he’d changed out of his swim trunks and into a pair of shorts and t-shirt, but the shirt was stripped off as he made his way through the dark house to his bedroom. Hunter grabbed the key jar, bringing it with him into his room to ensure that nobody would be attempting to drive home after drinking. He turned on the bedside lamp next to his bed, listening to the house settle before the air conditioning kicked on. The jar was set on the nightstand as he unfastened his shorts, intending to strip down to his boxers before crawling into bed to sleep. He was exhausted from the long day and all the fresh air; Hunter wasn’t exactly as young as he used to be.

“Mr. Clarington?”

Hunter jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to come find him so soon. He looked to the door to see Sebastian standing there, leaning against the doorframe. “Yes?” he asked, hands already reaching for his shorts again.

“So… did I play my cards right?” Sebastian asked, quirking up an eyebrow even as his eyes looked pointedly at Hunter’s single article of clothing.

“What?”

“Earlier,” Sebastian continued, walking slowly into the room, closing the door behind him. “You said that if I played my cards right, I could see more. So, did I?”

Hunter blinked. Then blinked again. He had said that. He didn’t think Sebastian would take him seriously, but it seemed the young man had. His fingers twitched slightly, shorts falling from his grip as he looked at the way Sebastian seemed to be watching his every move. It was the same stare as before, the hunger there evident. Sebastian closed the distance between them, and Hunter found himself once again appreciating the long, thin lines of the boy’s body even hidden as it was by a pair of long shorts and a t-shirt.  He didn’t have long to look, though, as Sebastian lifted his chin, face coming in close before he pressed his lips against Hunter’s.

There were a thousand thoughts that raced through Hunter’s head even as his body responded. As he lifted a hand to cup against the boy’s jaw, he had a momentary internal freak out about how he was more than twice Sebastian’s age. He parted his lips, and he wondered if the boy was only doing it because he was drunk. While he tasted liquor on soft, pliant lips, a quick glance into his eyes showed them no more or less vibrant than usual. This was his daughter’s best friend, his teenage – she’s 18, Clarington, a legal adult, and so is Sebastian – daughter’s best friend that was going to be going to college in a couple months, and he was more than old enough to be his father.

“Mmm, Mr. Clarington,” Sebastian moaned against his lips, his body sliding forward to press against Hunter’s. The movement was familiar, there was no hesitance in it; Sebastian was no virgin, that was for certain. And the way he said ‘Mr. Clarington’ shouldn’t have sent a shock of lust down his spine, but it did. He could feel Sebastian’s hard cock against his thigh even through the layers of clothing, and for a brief moment, he was a little jealous. He wasn’t a teenager anymore, and while he was interested, it would take more than just a quick kiss to get him ready to go.

Long, dexterous fingers tugged up the boy’s shirt, tossing it aside before they moved to the waistband of his shorts, and Sebastian broke the kiss to push the rest of his own clothes – underwear and all – to the floor, leaving him completely naked. A small noise came from Hunter’s throat; he wasn’t expecting to move so quickly. Was this how things were done now? All rush and no finesse? As Sebastian’s fingers landed on Hunter’s boxers, he gripped the young man’s wrist, breaking away from the kiss for a moment.

“This is the only time I’m going to ask,” he said slowly, making sure Sebastian understood what he was saying. “Are you sure?”

Sebastian nodded, a cheeky smirk sliding across his face. “Mr. Clarington, I’ve been jerking off to the thought of you fucking me for a month now.”

Oh. Well then. That answered that, he supposed. His mind supplied a visual, since he had a perfectly good example of what Sebastian looked like naked right in front of him, of the boy laying back on his bed, hand between his legs, stroking quickly over his dick as he imagined Hunter nailing him to the wall with his cock. If that wasn’t enough to get his own dick interested, he didn’t know what would be. He released Sebastian’s wrist, letting him slide Hunter’s boxers to the floor until they were both standing there, completely nude. A brief moment of self-consciousness surfaced in Hunter’s mind. He knew he looked good for his age, but he was no young man in his physical prime. He had no problems with dysfunction, but he knew he wasn’t going to be getting painfully hard. And with the way Sebastian seemed to be almost rutting against him, he assumed getting ready and staying ready wouldn’t be a problem.

Hunter shifted their positions, gently leading Sebastian towards his bed. The teenager went willingly, more than willingly, and once the back of Hunter’s knees hit the edge of the bed, he sunk down onto it. The older man’s legs spread, making room for Sebastian there. The boy’s hands went to Hunter’s thighs, pushing them a little further apart as he sunk down to his knees, the sight of it causing Hunter to groan low in his throat as he looked up to the ceiling.

He was dreaming. He had to be dreaming. He had to be already asleep in his bed, and the booze and abundance of exposed skin from the day were just playing tricks on his libido. Hunter hadn’t woken up to stained sheets in over a decade, but it seemed his body was reminding him that yes, his cock still worked, and that maybe he should think about using it once in a while. Except as he felt soft, warm lips part across the head of his dick, the shaft sinking further and further into molten heat, he bit down hard on his lip to keep from crying out.

“You taste so fucking good, Mr. Clarington.” Hunter looked back down, seeing the boy smirking up at him, his lips just resting against the head of Hunter’s cock. If this was a dream, kudos to his imagination for coming up with the single hottest thing Hunter had seen in ages.

He wanted to tell him to call him ‘Hunter,’ but the words died in his throat as he felt those lips wrap around him again and suck. Hunter’s hips bucked up once, and he could tell Sebastian was using every trick he knew to move everything along. But Hunter was older, wiser, more experienced, and had every intention of making his first sexual encounter since Tori’s birth last a little longer than a few minutes. Moaning after a particularly pointed draw, Hunter’s fingers slid into Sebastian’s hair, the digits tightening and holding him back.

“Not so fast, kiddo,” he says, his voice sounding gravelly even to his own ears. “We have all night.”

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There was an embarrassing moment when Hunter realized he didn’t have any of the supplies they would need, but Sebastian left the room with a cheeky grin, returning shortly afterwards with condoms and lube. When Hunter asked where they’d come from, Sebastian had dodged the answer until the elder man finally demanded one… and Hunter wished he hadn’t been so persistent. He knew his daughter had sex, but the fact that they were using a condom and lubricant from her personal stash was more than a little weird.

From that point, everything went far smoother than Hunter anticipated. It seemed that he still had it, was still able to make the boy under him moan and shake. The ‘Fuck me, Mr. Clarington,’ when he’d been three fingers deep in Sebastian’s body broke his control. Though the teenager had already gotten off once, Hunter knew it wouldn’t take long for him to be right there again, remembering what it had been like to be Sebastian’s age. When he’d finally let his own orgasm wash over him, they’d been at it for well over an hour… and he collapsed on his side, breath coming in short gasps as he just stared at the young man lying sated on his back.

Neither of them said anything as Hunter pulled Sebastian in close, wrapping an arm around his shoulder after tugging the comforter up over them. He was so exhausted; he didn't remember sex being that intense. Absently, the elder man pressed a kiss to the teenager’s forehead before settling in more comfortably to sleep.

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“Dad? Are we out of eggs?”

Consciousness returned to Hunter slowly, his eyes blinking away the sleep as he glanced towards his daughter standing in the doorway to his bedroom. “Mmm, did you check behind the milk?”

“I did,” Tori replied, leaning against the side of the door.

“Then I guess we’re out of eggs, sweetheart.” Hunter yawned, attempting to sit up and stretch but finding something holding him down. Something was draped across his chest just under the covers and… oh. Oh shit.

“What’s wrong, Dad? Get a leg cramp or something?” the girl teased, rolling her eyes playfully before tugging gently on the comforter.

“Or something,” a voice piped up from beneath the covers.

Tori frowned briefly, her eyebrows knitting together before she tugged a little harder on the comforter, only to reveal the mop of messy brown hair atop her best friend’s head.

“Oh. My. God.”

“Tori, sweetheart, I can explain…”

“Sebastian!” Tori nearly shrieked, torn between covering her eyes and glaring both of them down. “You fucked my Dad?”

“If you want to be technical, he fucked me,” Sebastian replied with a small sleepy noise.

“I so didn’t need to hear that.”

“Tori, out,” Hunter said, clearly using his dad voice. “Sebastian, up. Everyone is going to get decent, then we’re going to talk about this over breakfast.”

“Oh, I’m already up,” Sebastian teased, nuzzling his face against Hunter’s warm skin.