I’m judging everybody, always. You’ve got it completely right. [Sebastian subconsciously leans into Hunter’s touch and hooks both arms over his best friend’s shoulders, a soft smile playing at his lips. He fiddles with the hair at the nape of Hunter’s neck, his eyes trailing over Hunter’s face as he speaks.] I wonder what Jeff would think if he caught us like this.
[Hunter’s smile flickers for just a second, but the next moment he shrugs one shoulder, his eyes lingering on Sebastian’s face.] I don’t think he’d mind. We’re not doing anything.. bad. He’d probably just like.. chuckle and leave or something. He’s so laid back about everything.
[Sebastian rolls his eyes at the dumb grin on Hunter’s face. Again, he swats at Hunter’s leg.] You don’t need to be embarrassed. [He turns again, sure that he wouldn’t need to break eye contact again. He shuffles closer, throwing a leg over Hunter’s hips and settling himself just below his crotch.] There’s.. really nothing to be embarrassed about. You like what you like. I’ve seen enough crazy when it comes to sex that I don’t think I’d be phased by much, so you don’t need to be worried that I’ll judge you. Judging is my default state, so it should go unnoticed.
[He winces and pretends to rub at the spot Sebastian swatted, but the whole act is dropped at once to be replaced by another broad grin as Sebastian climbs up onto his hips. Idly Hunter raises a hand and starts to card his fingers through his friend’s still partially-damp hair.] I see.. so I shouldn’t be worried that you’ll judge me, but you ARE going to judge me because judging is just something that you do. Have I got that right?
[His eyelashes flutter against his will as Hunter’s fingers get closer, his fingers tightening around the handle of the dryer.] Mm..? I liked it, yeah. [Sebastian turns the blow dryer off, being careful to make sure he sets it down on a non-flammable piece of furniture, before he half-turns to look at Hunter.] I.. prefer… [His face falls briefly, deciding to look away instead.] I prefer you taking control, but I liked it. A lot.
[Hunter freezes as the blow dryer switches off, then relaxes again as Sebastian turns to look at him. He grins widely, not even deterred by the falling experssion on the other man’s face.] Well. That’s a nice coincidence, since I prefer taking control but I liked it too. Part of me feels like I should probably be embarrassed to admit that, but.. [He laughs.] I really, really don’t.
[Sebastian tries not to react when Hunter’s fingers move across his thigh, having to take a breath to control the impulse to drop the blow dryer and pounce.] No. Never. It was hot. New, but hot.
[Hunter is studying the side of Sebastian’s face very carefully as his fingers continue to move up and down, each time just a tiny bit closer to Sebastian’s in-seam.] And.. just for clarification.. you did like it when I called you ‘sir’?
[Sebastian hits Hunter’s leg in warning, only briefly turning around to fix him with a glare. He makes a sound in his throat when Hunter speaks of what they’d done the night before, a grin pulling at his own mouth.] Yeah? I’m glad you enjoyed it.
[He grins wider and nods against the pillow. Putting out a hand, he brushes his fingers slowly and a little teasingly up the side of Sebastian’s thigh.] I did. And I was such a mess by the time you finally got here.. should I be embarrassed about that?
[Sebastian snorts.] What weaknesses? I have none. [He then leans over, searching for a socket.] I’m going to continue doing things like that, anyway, if you growl afterward. [He flicks the dryer on, using his fingers to push his hair back as he dries it.]
[Hunter rolls his eyes.] I could enumerate them, but then we’d both definitely be late for class. [Too lazy to get up, he flops his head back down on his pillow and shifts until he can watch Sebastian. In spite of his mood a moment ago, a small grin is tugging at his mouth within just a minute.] That was hot.. what we did last night.
[Sebastian crinkles his nose at his best friend and then turns to scan the room for the dryer. He openly adjusts his own pants, slowly making his way around the room.] It’s the only way I can overpower you. I would have thought that you’d have caught on by now. [He makes a little noise of triumph when he finds the blow dryer, and he starts to unravel the wire as he allows himself to fall back onto Hunter’s bed.]
[Hunter growls, adjusts himself rather angrily, and flops over onto his stomach to watch Sebastian with a highly disgruntled look on his face.] You’re such a jerk.. I never use your weaknesses against you.
[Sebastian chuckles softly and uses the leverage he has to adjust his position. He stretches like a cat now he’s out of Hunter’s hold, and then leans closer so he can trail kisses up Hunter’s jaw to his ear, his voice hushed.] I’m going to find that blow dryer now. [He releases Hunter’s hands, moving to the edge of the bed.]
[Hunter’s eyes are still closed, his mouth slightly parted, and his head full of filthy images of what the two of them could be getting up to in just a few short minutes. He’s well on his way to full hardness when Sebastian suddenly gets up and Hunter’s eyes snap open.] Dammit, Smythe! Stop doing that!
[Sebastian experimentally starts circling his hips, using the current distraction to take Hunter’s hands again. His voice is a little breathy when he speaks.] We have time. We definitely.. have time.
[Hunter just shakes his head, but his eyes roll back a little at the next downward brush of Sebastian’s hips and he sucks in a slow, hissing breath between this teeth. His hands are easily captured; he’s putty in Sebastian’s hands.]
[Sebastian actually pouts this time, his eyebrows furrowing together in frustration.] Don’t be an asshole, Hunt. [And then he gets an idea. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Sebastian lowers his hips down against Hunter’s.]
[Hunter grins fondly at the expression on Sebastian’s face, not even trying to hide the fact that he thinks it’s eleven kinds of adorable.] How am I being an asshole? You wanted to use me as a pillow and now you are. Just because I’m not letting you stop- [His breath hitches.] H-hey… knock it off, we don’t have time for that.