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Sometimes, not often, Hunter agrees to have movie nights with Sebastian. Well, that’s not entirely accurate. It’s more that the latter likes to find movies to watch and then bugs Hunter into joining him so he doesn’t fall asleep. And of course, Hunter always agrees in defeat.
It’s not that he doesn’t like movies, or that he’s annoyed by Sebastian’s commentary. It’s just that his roommate is not careful at all when he sits next to Hunter, constantly elbowing him and accidentally knocking him off the bed. Every time Hunter climbs back on and readjusts, he always lets his guard down at the exact moment Sebastian gets excited about whatever they’re watching and Hunter falls on his ass again.
There’s not that much room in a Dalton Academy dorm, and two can’t really watch movies comfortably at a one person desk, so this the best working option for them. A guy can dream, though.
“We’re watching American Psycho tonight,” Sebastian announces when Hunter returns from dinner, patting the empty space next to himself. Sebastian’s laptop is, well, on his lap, already open but not playing anything yet. Hunter sighs and joins him, balancing uncomfortably on the edge of the bed.
“I am literally begging you to be careful this time. We really won’t do this again if I fall off even once.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure you won’t.” Sebastian shoulders the other playfully, and Hunter elbows him back. Sebastian rolls his eyes and starts the movie.
Throughout the intro sequence, Sebastian watches intently. Hunter’s noticed that he’s a bit quieter when he really does like a movie. Sebastian makes remarks more frequently to talk conversation with Hunter, to keep himself from getting bored from stuff he finds particularly dull.
Though, as the scene changes to Patrick Bateman running through his routine, one of his comments slips through.
“This bastard gets through his mornings exactly like you,” Sebastian croons, sitting up a little and jabbing Hunter in the process. Hunter glares back at him.
“He’s a lot more like you. Same elitism, same generally being an asshole, same…” Hunter’s words falter when he feels Sebastian’s arm shift, followed briefly by soft strokes on his scalp.
“What are you doing?” He asks, scrunching his face a bit.
“Your hair is softer than I thought.” Sebastian’s fingers continue to flit through Hunter’s locks, fluffing it up and flattening it down. “One would think you spend a lot of time putting weird, crispy shit in it with all that time you have after you wake up so damn early every day. Like Patrick Bateman.”
Hunter isn’t sure exactly how to feel. On one hand, it feels just a bit condescending for Sebastian to basically pet him, especially because it’s him who’s doing it. Sebastian’s just a naturally condescending guy.
On the other hand… it does feel nice. Relaxing, even, as Sebastian lightly pulls Hunter’s head closer. When he does lean in, he realizes that the absence of Sebastian’s arm means that he can squirm farther from the edge of the bed, and so he does. And yes, Hunter is maybe relaxed against Sebastian a bit too comfortably, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Neither of them mention anything about it, only occasionally making quips as Bateman further spirals throughout the movie. Eventually, as Christie frantically tries to escape Paul Allen’s apartment, Hunter feels Sebastian’s breathing become deeper. The gentle touches of Sebastian’s hand start to slow as well, and Hunter adjusts himself carefully to watch Sebastian slowly fall sleep. Hunter’s own eyelids fell heavy as well, so he simply gives into the fatigue. Maybe both of them will ignore what happened tonight, or maybe not. All Hunter cares about is drifting off in Sebastian’s embrace.