Not As It Seems (Huntbastian) [Discontinued]

V

The assembly was absolutely boring, something about their sister school visiting for the dance and etiquette. They all had to pick a girl and show her around Dalton, be polite and all those things.

When they were finally dismissed and went back to their dorm, Hunter groaned. "I hate etiquette. There's so many complicated rules."

"I grew up learning etiquette, it's embedded in my mind," Sebastian said.

Hunter raised his eyebrows. "Oh? A bit of help, then?"

Sebastian chuckled. "Well, I doubt you'll be greeting with air-kisses, a French tradition. So, an incline of the head," he demonstrated, "or perhaps a kiss of the back of the hand." He picked up Hunter's hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it but still looking up at him.

Hunter laughed. "You're ridiculous."

"Always open doors for her, but enter first when she doesn't know where she's going. You're leading the way. And, please," Sebastian wrinkled his nose, "at least try to walk down stairs more gracefully."

"Gracefully?" Hunter asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Stairs were made to descend. You, like all other Americans, thunk down them. And please, refrain from saying 'pardon' or 'perfume.' Say sorry, or scent."

"So I would say 'I like your scent?' 'Cause that's stalkerish."

"'Cause?' Hunter, it's one more syllable. Because. Also, don't start sentences with because, but, or and. I didn't make up the perfume rule, the British did. Yes, they do say scent instead. Also, 'stalkerish' isn't a word. At least use words."

Hunter shook his head. "Okay, Mousier Smythe. What other etiquette rules do you know?"

"Lots. If you're going to a dinner party, bring low maintenance flowers but not chrysanthemums- associated with funerals- or anything yellow. Well, unless you're trying to tell your hostess her husband is unfaithful. Sweets are always safe, but never bring wine. It suggests the host's wine isn't good enough."

"Yellow flowers mean that the hostess' husband is unfaithful?" Hunter asked in disbelief.

"I don't make the rules. With lunch and dinner, you only drink wine or water. Anything else is to be drunk before or after those meals."

"How do you remember all this?"

Sebastian tapped the side of his head. "Not just a hat rack."

Hunter laughed. "Okay, what's impolite, then?"

Sebastian appeared to think. "It would be impolite if you were to slam me against a wall and start kissing me. Though, everyone does have to be impolite at some point."

Hunter did exactly that, Sebastian smirking into the kiss.

Sebastian's hands trailed down to Hunter's hips, circling around to his fly.

His jeans were off in seconds.

Sebastian palmed him over his boxers, not knowing what he was doing but knowing Hunter clearly enjoyed it.

His fingers teased the waist band. "You know what else would be impolite?" he murmured in Hunter's ear, having broken the kiss.

"I'd like to," he half-moaned in response.

Sebastian smirked, getting on his knees.