Junter/huntmal oneshots

Hunter invades privacy while jamal dies inside

Hunter and Jamal stared at each other for a moment. Both of them were kicked out of the living room because of arguing and breaking the couch for the two-thousandth time. Jamal sighed and stood up, "damn it Hunt', we fucked up didn't we?" Jamal rethorically asked, waited for a response from Hunter, but heard nothing, nothing except the sound of clothes being shuffled. Jamal knew what was going on, and regretted bringing Hunter with him to his room. Now that he thought of that, it started to come off as something pretty gay. Jamal thought more into it, he wasnt trying to, it was just something that happens because the mind is a slut. "Jamal! Hey, Jamal!" That sentence snapped Jamal out of his perverted intrusive thoughts, he glared at Hunter, who was holding a blue checkered hoodie. His face was grinning like a child, which for some reason, relaxed Jamal. "Remember when you used to wear this on every tour you were doing?" Jamal blushed from memories, which added more pink to his face. Hunter was the guy to unintentionally embarress or charm the fuck out of you, and those are the feelings Jamal had as of this moment. "Y-yeah.." Jamal said, with an akward chuckle. Hunter stood up, putting the hoodie down on the disorganized ground. He walked towards Jamal, smiling with a good and wholesome intention. The damn perverted thoughts came back into Jamal's mind. His whole body heated up, his already pink skin turning more pink by the second. Hunter was already in front of Jamal, glancing down at him with his smug expression, giggling a little. "You okay, honey?~" Hunter's voice was enough to snap Jamal into a blushing, melting mess. (Warning: dino man talks about his pp) "GOD FUCKING DAMN IT HUNTER, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!" Hunter was confused, and wanted to get away from Jamal for a moment, but he was intrigued, "what's wrong bubble gum?" Hunter questioned, knowing what was going on with Jamal. Jamal was yelling at Hunter about how its his fault that Jamal is like this, his fault that Jamal's dick was hard. (Im disappointed in myself) After several minutes of Jamal rambling about his boner, hhe pushes Hunter to the bed, and started to cuddle him. Hunter was sweating like he was at the edge of a volacno, and Jamal was nervous about this, since he wanted to do much more than cuddle, but he didnt got consent from Hunter. Hunter was pretty upset that Jamal didnt go further on than this as well, but beggers cant be choosers, besides, having Jamal's muscular arms being wrapped around his fragile body was enough for him (YOU THINK THEY GONNA FUCK? NAH MAN THEYRE GONNA CUDDLE AND BE AWKWARD CAUSE JAMAL JUST RANTED ABOUT HIS DICK!). "Jamal sweetie, are feeling better?" Hunter asked with a soft and calming voice as Jamal slightly nods his head. There were no windows in Jamal's room due to multiple break ins and Hunter having a phobia of glass, so it was difficult to tell what time it was. As a result, Jamal and Hunter just awkwardly cuddled until they both fell asleep. A few hours later, Travis walked into Jamal's room, blocking his eyes with his hand incase Jamal was doing some sin. Hearing nothing, he removed his hand away from his eyes, staring at Hunter and Jamal cuddling, asleep. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Quietly, he walked back out of Jamal's room, leaving Hunter and Jamal alone.  (THE FUCKING END!)