Smosh Fanfic: Shut Up
WARNING: This fic contains implied omorashi. You have been warned~
A/N: I wanted to try writing a fic that was entirely dialogue, and then this happened. Ian's lines are italicized, Anthony's are plain.
"Hey, Ian?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"Sure. Can it wait a few minutes, though?"
"No, it can't."
"Anthony, I just need a second to go -"
"I can't wait anymore, Ian! I need to talk to you."
"Okay, okay. Come on in, have a seat, whatever. What's up?"
"Not you, that's for sure."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. I just… Ian, do you know how long it's been?"
"How long it's been since what?"
"Don't be an idiot."
"Okay, fine. I don't know. A while."
"Three weeks. We haven't had sex in three weeks."
"That's not entirely my fault, you know."
"I know, I know. A lot of it's my fault. But why are we like this all of a sudden?"
"I don't know. We've both been under a lot of stress with filming and writing and editing lately. I guess we're just tired and irritable."
"Well, it's stupid. We're ignoring the one thing that could actually help relieve our stress."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"So come on. Let's do it."
"Right now?"
"Yes, Ian, right now."
"Look, I have to -"
"No. Stop making excuses. I'm going to go insane if we don't do something."
"I -"
"Just shut up, okay?"
"Okay, fine. Jesus Christ."
"Now will you please kiss me already?"
"Sure, whatever."
"Mmmmm."
"Ohhhh… okay, I - mmmm, oh - I've kind of missed this."
"See, don't you feel more relaxed already?"
"Mmmm, yeah, I - shit, wait, no! Let me up, I gotta -"
"No, you can't back out now. Not until I make you come so hard that you scream out my name."
"O-okay."
"Now how about you get on top of me and we just kiss for a few minutes. I don't want to rush."
"Umm… I don't think that's… oh! Oh God, Anthony, that feels r-really fucking good."
"Come here, then."
"Okay, okay..."
"Just relax, babe. Just kiss me, okay?"
"Mmm... okay..."
"I love you... mmmm... so much."
"I love you t-t - shit! Anthony, stop! You're pressing on my bl - oh, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"
"What, what's wrong?!"
"I can't hold it, oh shit!"
"Can't hold what? What're you - oh God."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh God..."
"Ian? What the fuck? Are you -?"
"I'm sorry! I kept trying to tell you I had to go!"
"Oh God, it's getting all over me…"
"Let me up, then!"
"No, it's… I… just stay there."
"What?!"
"Feels kinda nice..."
"Dude, that's fucked up."
"Shut up, okay?"
"Whatever. I'm... I'm done now anyway."
"You really had to go, huh?"
"Yes, which wouldn't have been a problem if you'd just listened to me and let me go take a piss before you started seducing me here."
"Sorry."
"I guess we're not having sex now, huh?"
"I'm still up for it. Literally. I mean, if you want to."
"The bed's all wet."
"Well then... shower sex?"
"Well, I guess I could use some cleaning up."
"And...?"
"And your dick up my ass. Happy now?"
"I will be as soon as I fuck you into a better mood, asshole."
"Shut up and go start the shower, douchebag."
A/N: I wanted to try writing a fic that was entirely dialogue, and then this happened. Ian's lines are italicized, Anthony's are plain.
"Hey, Ian?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"Sure. Can it wait a few minutes, though?"
"No, it can't."
"Anthony, I just need a second to go -"
"I can't wait anymore, Ian! I need to talk to you."
"Okay, okay. Come on in, have a seat, whatever. What's up?"
"Not you, that's for sure."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. I just… Ian, do you know how long it's been?"
"How long it's been since what?"
"Don't be an idiot."
"Okay, fine. I don't know. A while."
"Three weeks. We haven't had sex in three weeks."
"That's not entirely my fault, you know."
"I know, I know. A lot of it's my fault. But why are we like this all of a sudden?"
"I don't know. We've both been under a lot of stress with filming and writing and editing lately. I guess we're just tired and irritable."
"Well, it's stupid. We're ignoring the one thing that could actually help relieve our stress."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"So come on. Let's do it."
"Right now?"
"Yes, Ian, right now."
"Look, I have to -"
"No. Stop making excuses. I'm going to go insane if we don't do something."
"I -"
"Just shut up, okay?"
"Okay, fine. Jesus Christ."
"Now will you please kiss me already?"
"Sure, whatever."
"Mmmmm."
"Ohhhh… okay, I - mmmm, oh - I've kind of missed this."
"See, don't you feel more relaxed already?"
"Mmmm, yeah, I - shit, wait, no! Let me up, I gotta -"
"No, you can't back out now. Not until I make you come so hard that you scream out my name."
"O-okay."
"Now how about you get on top of me and we just kiss for a few minutes. I don't want to rush."
"Umm… I don't think that's… oh! Oh God, Anthony, that feels r-really fucking good."
"Come here, then."
"Okay, okay..."
"Just relax, babe. Just kiss me, okay?"
"Mmm... okay..."
"I love you... mmmm... so much."
"I love you t-t - shit! Anthony, stop! You're pressing on my bl - oh, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"
"What, what's wrong?!"
"I can't hold it, oh shit!"
"Can't hold what? What're you - oh God."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh God..."
"Ian? What the fuck? Are you -?"
"I'm sorry! I kept trying to tell you I had to go!"
"Oh God, it's getting all over me…"
"Let me up, then!"
"No, it's… I… just stay there."
"What?!"
"Feels kinda nice..."
"Dude, that's fucked up."
"Shut up, okay?"
"Whatever. I'm... I'm done now anyway."
"You really had to go, huh?"
"Yes, which wouldn't have been a problem if you'd just listened to me and let me go take a piss before you started seducing me here."
"Sorry."
"I guess we're not having sex now, huh?"
"I'm still up for it. Literally. I mean, if you want to."
"The bed's all wet."
"Well then... shower sex?"
"Well, I guess I could use some cleaning up."
"And...?"
"And your dick up my ass. Happy now?"
"I will be as soon as I fuck you into a better mood, asshole."
"Shut up and go start the shower, douchebag."