The Anti-Social Social Club [Stardew Valley Sebastian x Female Player (OFC)]

Chapter Thirty-One

As the spring evenings warmed into summer days, I began to see Sebastian more and more, usually on Wednesdays. Wednesdays had become "our day" as he once claimed. We took many more motorcycle trips out to the cliff to reminisce, talk about our lives, and learn that we were more similar to each other than we'd ever realized. The seclusion out on that floating cliff was the most amount of privacy we'd ever get in a town where you always felt like you had eyes on you at every turn and so that was where we went when we wanted to be truly alone. It was almost like we were part of our own secret club: The Anti-Social Social Club.

"So you moved out there when you were eighteen?" Sebastian asked, staring out at the city skyline far out in front of us. We sat next to each other on the rocky terrain, his hands resting behind him as he leaned back comfortably and his long legs stretched out in front of him. The more time I spent with him, the more his guard dropped and the more open he seemed to become with me.

"I guess, technically, yes." I said, thinking back on that winter night I left home and headed for the city. "My father..." I trailed off as an image of his face passed through my mind. I could still see the expression he wore when he told me to get out; the anger that seemed to seep through every pore of his skin, like it had been building up for all these years and was just finally breaking free.

"My biological dad isn't winning any father of the year awards, either." Sebastian said, "So whatever you have to say about him, I won't be scared off by it."

I sighed, looking out at the city one more time before turning my attention towards Sebastian who had been looking at me this whole time. His eyes were soft again, like that first time he kissed me up here, and it almost looked like he'd been admiring me under the moonlight. "He kicked me out on my eighteenth birthday." I told him, admitting it out loud for the first time. Any time anyone had ever asked me before, I just told them I'd moved out, sparing them the details of my tumultuous relationship with my father. "He was, I guess still is, an alcoholic and he kicked me out because I finally confronted him about his drinking. He didn't like what I had to say, so he told me to leave."

Sebastian let out a small chuckle, like he was amused by my story. "Do we have the same dad?" He joked. "Because your dad sounds a lot like mine. That's how we ended up in Stardew Valley. My mom was sick of his shit, so she packed her and myself up, and we left."

Hearing Sebastian talk about his mom made that strange, sad feeling from the first time he'd taken me here come back to me. I'd always wondered why my mother left us and why my father had never told me anything about her except to tell me she was gone, and even then I felt like he only told me in the heat of that moment—that he had been planning on keeping that secret from me for the rest of his life. Sometimes I wished she had taken me with her, wherever she had gone when she left because maybe I would have been happier.

"You wanna head back?" Sebastian asked, already beginning to stand up. I hoped my silence as I lost myself in thought hadn't ruined our moment, but it was starting to get late and we probably should be heading home anyway.

I stood up as well, following him back to the bike. He handed me my helmet and I shoved it down onto my head, my cheeks getting squeezed by the interior.

As we rode back home, I found myself no longer grabbing onto Sebastian's belt, but throwing my arms around him out of habit now as he liked to go fast and I felt safer with my body pressed against his. He brought me a sense of comfort that I'd never felt with anyone else before. I felt like he was the only person I'd ever met who truly seemed to understand me.

We pulled up to the white garage door of Robin's house. Sebastian took his helmet off, shaking his hair out again like he'd done back on the rock cliff. Now that we were back, I felt a little anxious to get home as it was late and I was sure Luna was wondering where I was. She'd grown rather attached to me, so much so that she'd meow for twenty minutes straight outside the bathroom door whenever I took a shower.

"I should be getting home." I said, handing the helmet back to Sebastian.

He stopped what he had been doing and tucked my helmet under his arm. He looked at me, his brow quirking upward, quizzically. "It's late," He stated, "Why don't you just stay here tonight?"

I pondered his offer for a moment, and almost considered saying no, but knowing Sebastian, I knew he wasn't going to give me much of a choice. His question wasn't a suggestion or an invitation but rather a decision made for me, though I wasn't opposed, so I agreed to stay. I silently whispered my deepest apologies to Luna, but I knew she'd be okay tonight without me.

After he put his bike away in the garage, I followed him inside, the interior of Robin's shop dark with the only light on being the one just above the stairs that led down to Sebastian's room. I followed him down into his bedroom, and he closed the door behind us as we stepped inside. Besides the rock cliff overlooking Zuzu City, this was the only other place I felt like we could be truly alone together. That's probably why Sebastian lived down here—the solitude was unparalleled.

He kicked off his shoes and I did the same as he threw himself onto his bed, his hands resting behind his head and his legs outstretched on the mattress. He was so tall that his feet almost reached the footboard at the end of the bed.

My eyes looked around the room at where I might sleep tonight. Maybe the couch? He'd slept on mine before; it only seemed right that I sleep on his couch now. I looked back over at him only to notice he'd moved himself to the furthest edge of the bed near the wall. His arm closest to me outstretched towards me. "C'mere." He said, a little nod of his head as he motioned for me to join him on his bed.

I crawled up onto the bed with him, laying down beside him and his extended arm wrapped around me, pulling me in closer to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, fitting nicely in the crook of his neck and we laid there together silently for a bit. It felt nice—to be held by someone; to feel safe in someone's arms.

Sebastian turned his face towards me, and I tilted my head up to look at him. He propped himself up a little to get a better look at my face and then leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. He kissed me softly a few more times and then suddenly he rolled himself on top of me, keeping his hands pressing into the mattress at my sides to keep his body just lightly hovering above my own. His kisses became feverish now, faster and harder and they began to travel over my cheek, to just behind my ear and down my neck.

My breathing became quicker as his kisses ignited a fire inside my core. I rested my hands on his back, feeling the muscles tense under my touch as he kept himself propped up above me. And then I let my thoughts take over as I suddenly blurted out, "What about Sam?" My words came out breathlessly and in gasps, Sebastian still running kisses down my neck.

He paused, and moved his head up so he was looking down on me. "He doesn't have to know." He said, a smirk playing across his lips as he bent forward and placed another kiss on my cheek, resuming his trail of kisses from where he had started earlier. "You can tell me to stop." He mumbled between his kisses against my neck but my mind had gone blank and all I could focus on was how good his lips felt on my skin.

"I..." I tried to speak but the fog in my brain was keeping my words hidden. Sebastian stopped, his head hovering just above my navel as he waited for me to finish my sentence. "I don't want you to stop." I said, breathless as he resumed, his hands pushing the hem of my shirt up, the bare skin of my stomach exposed to the air.

My shirt was bunched up now just beneath my breasts as Sebastian's fingers lightly danced across my skin, trailing down my sides and tickling me on their way down to my hips. He was kneeling between my legs now and he reached down at the hem of his own shirt and tore it off with one quick movement. As he tossed it to the floor, my eyes traveled down his body, admiring the black tattoos that adorned his arms, stark against the pale color of his skin, always remaining hidden by that damn purple sweatshirt of his. His eyes focused down on the button of my jeans as his fingers now hovered over them. He looked up at me, and I nodded my consent. He moved slowly, the button coming undone and the sound of the zipper opening as I felt the waist of my pants loosen. As he tugged them down, I laid there, my mind hazy with lust as his head moved between my legs, my hand gripping a fistful of his raven locks, and I gave myself over to him.

It was in this moment that I knew I'd met my match with Sebastian. He was just as much of a loner as I was—maybe even more. We were the only two members of the anti-social social club. It met every Wednesday: under the covers of Sebastian's bed. I'd traded in my Wednesday wine nights for a rendezvous under the sheets and I certainly had no complaints, but whatever we did, we couldn't let anyone know.