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dapperdevious2013-01-20 01:21 pm
"Will you come inside me? Do you wanna ride inside my love?"
Who: Hunter Clarington, Sebastian Smyth and later, Santana Lopez
What: That not-so-awkward moment where you always get what you want
Where: Santana, Sebastian and Jeremy's apartment
When: About a week after Hunter met Sebastian
If there was one certain fact of this world, it was that Sebastian Smyth always got what he wanted. And ever since he had since Sergeant McRipped'n'Hung sitting at their kitchen table that day, he very, very much wanted it. He never cared much what it took to get what he wanted, either. He had casually waited for Santana to go into the shower one night when they had been home together and then swiped Hunter's cell phone number from her phone. He wasted no time sending him a suggestive string of texts either, but got no immediate reply. In fact, he didn't get any sort of reply for two whole days and just when he was about to get pissed and give up, because chasing dick wasn't a thing he needed to deal with, the replies started to come. There was nothing innocent about them, either. It led to sexting, and it led to Sebastian inviting Hunter over to their place one afternoon for 'coffee'. He had tried to suggest a nightclub, his favourite, but he got immediately stonewalled on that. He didn't know why, or what this guys game was, but he wasn't about to just drop the subject that easier. If he preferred 'coffee', Sebastian could offer him 'coffee'.
When Hunter arrived, though, Sebastian finally realised why the stonewalling had come. Hunter was standing there on their doorstep with a walking stick, and when he was invited into the apartment, he moved slow and with a distinct limp. He was completely reliant on that walking stick, and Sebastian had narrowed his eyes a little. Santana never told him that particular fact, and that was awkward. Sebastian had never hit on anyone disabled before. It wasn't his style. But now he was in this, and Hunter was here. Sebastian was standing in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, and Hunter was sitting casually in one of the chairs at the table, arm loosely draped over the back of it.
The kettle was still boiling, so Sebastian just threw all caution to the wind and sauntered around the breakfast bar to come stand in front of Hunter, hips resting back against the counter. "Alright, I've got to ask. Can you even get it up? Because Santana told me you're a Sergeant, so you're a smart and savvy piece of ass. We both know you're not here for just coffee, and unless you like to roleplay and the stick is some sort of prop, what's your game?"
What: That not-so-awkward moment where you always get what you want
Where: Santana, Sebastian and Jeremy's apartment
When: About a week after Hunter met Sebastian
If there was one certain fact of this world, it was that Sebastian Smyth always got what he wanted. And ever since he had since Sergeant McRipped'n'Hung sitting at their kitchen table that day, he very, very much wanted it. He never cared much what it took to get what he wanted, either. He had casually waited for Santana to go into the shower one night when they had been home together and then swiped Hunter's cell phone number from her phone. He wasted no time sending him a suggestive string of texts either, but got no immediate reply. In fact, he didn't get any sort of reply for two whole days and just when he was about to get pissed and give up, because chasing dick wasn't a thing he needed to deal with, the replies started to come. There was nothing innocent about them, either. It led to sexting, and it led to Sebastian inviting Hunter over to their place one afternoon for 'coffee'. He had tried to suggest a nightclub, his favourite, but he got immediately stonewalled on that. He didn't know why, or what this guys game was, but he wasn't about to just drop the subject that easier. If he preferred 'coffee', Sebastian could offer him 'coffee'.
When Hunter arrived, though, Sebastian finally realised why the stonewalling had come. Hunter was standing there on their doorstep with a walking stick, and when he was invited into the apartment, he moved slow and with a distinct limp. He was completely reliant on that walking stick, and Sebastian had narrowed his eyes a little. Santana never told him that particular fact, and that was awkward. Sebastian had never hit on anyone disabled before. It wasn't his style. But now he was in this, and Hunter was here. Sebastian was standing in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, and Hunter was sitting casually in one of the chairs at the table, arm loosely draped over the back of it.
The kettle was still boiling, so Sebastian just threw all caution to the wind and sauntered around the breakfast bar to come stand in front of Hunter, hips resting back against the counter. "Alright, I've got to ask. Can you even get it up? Because Santana told me you're a Sergeant, so you're a smart and savvy piece of ass. We both know you're not here for just coffee, and unless you like to roleplay and the stick is some sort of prop, what's your game?"