Fangirls, part two
Title: Fangirls, Monthly Challenge.
Rating: NC-13 for gay kiss and swearing.
Summary: Ian and Anthony have a perfect friendship, in appearance, but some fangirls chatroom will show them the truth they’re hiding for years.
Pairing: Ianthony, of course.
AN: So here’s the second part on three. I hope you’ll like it even if I a bit lost the spirit of the challenge and replace it by fluff in this part. Enjoy :P
Previous chapter: part one: http://destiel09.livejournal.com/2920.html
PS: I woud really to thank Vespiquen8 who really helped me to correct the mistakes of the story and added a few (ok, a lot) of sentences to make it easier to read. Thank you so much!!
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A knock at his door startled Ian who almost fell out of his bed.
“Come in!” he shouted as he rubbed his arm that had been affected from the impact.
The door opened, revealing Anthony’s mocking face. The boy came in and closed the door behind him, crossing across the room towards Ian, his chocolate eyes sparkling with amusement.
“You fell?” mocked the elder with a friendly smile.
“None of your business,” growled Ian, who was hurt in his pride. “But you didn’t come in here to see me make of fool of myself falling on the floor, did you?”
They both looked at each other; brown against blue meeting against each other confusedly, both thinking of the same thing without the other knowing. Ian reddened and looked away as Anthony did the same thing, both of them embarrassed.
“No, in fact,” explained Anthony as he recovered, clearing his throat to regain his composure once again. “I just wondered if you wanted to come to the theater tonight. I just saw on the computer that The Hunger Games had available tickets. How would you like to just hang out tonight?”
“Sure, I have nothing else to do tonight.”
And It will allow me to put my plan in action, thought Ian, grinning sneakily to himself as Anthony pretended not to notice.
Ian moved to shoo Anthony out of his bedroom, needing to get prepared for the “date” later that night.
“Can you leave now, Ant? I need to get dressed.”
“Why? You're already dressed, right?” Anthony rolled his eyes.
Ian shook his head.
“I want to change. Seriously, look at me. I look like those old grannies in jogging pants at the supermarket. Urgh.”
“You’re exaggerating. You look great.” Anthony stared into Ian’s eyes as he said that.
“But how great exactly?” asked Ian with a seductive pout.
Ian mentally slapped himself for acting like an idiot. The mimicry of a pessimistic girlfriend was too much and he was going too fast. However, to his surprise, his game had the desired effect. Anthony was empurpled and was searching for words, obviously taken by surprise.
“You ... I ... uh ... You look ... I'm not a girl, man! I'm not here to advise your clothes!”
Anthony blushed, as he looked down at his feet, obviously embarrassed about stumbling so much in his speech.
“Then get out of my room and I’ll advise myself!”
The younger of the two pushed his friend out of the room and turned to his closet, hands on his hips, ready to attack the mound of clothes that lay before him. What should he wear? He had to seduce Anthony. How did girls normally seduce guys? With their breasts? A grotesque picture of himself with huge boobs, trying valiantly to charm Anthony gave him a weak smile, but soon he remembered his lack of estrogen and sighed. If only he had been a woman. Everything would have been so much easier if he had just been born as one.
How could he possibly hope to seduce his friend when he was a man? His reflection in the mirror caught his eye and some fan letters returned to his mind. Most of his followers thought his hips were sexy as hell and that he had an ass to die for. It would probably be better to take advantage of these features.
“Ian? You sure you’re okay? It's been a while since you’ve been in there and the movie starts soon.”
Anthony’s voice was muffled through the wooden door and carried the slight sharpness of impatience. Ian could hear Anthony tapping his foot against the bottom of the door in his boredom.
“I'm coming!” Ian shouted back, hastily pulling on his clothes and patting his hair down. Never mind about a mirror now, there wasn’t enough time.
When his friend opened the door, Anthony almost choked. Ian had chosen one of his finest jeans that hugged his hips and buttocks which led to the honeyed curves of his legs. He had also chose a light blue shirt that highlighted his eyes and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. In short, Ian was as sexy as hell.
“And now? How good do I look?” asked Ian in a mocking tone. “Hahaha. Just kidding, but I see I'm not the only one who had changed,”
Embarrassed, Anthony ran his hand through his cardovan hair and looked away from Ian’s eyes while the man analyzed the body of his friend. He was wearing his usual black pants, but his shirt was adjusted in such a way that it molded to his chest with such perfection; one might have thought it was tailored. Not as fancy as Ian, but still. Tonight they would form a couple (scratch that) duo that would become the most beautiful in the world! Ian put up his best smile, realizing that his friend made himself look good for him and grabbed him by the shoulder.
“Come on! You said it yourself, we'll be late!”
Anthony replied to his blue-eyed friend and let himself be dragged out of the house. His movie night plan seemed promising. He promised himself he would have good news for Mary on the chat next week. Still smiling to each other, they made their way to the theater, both thinking that their plans were perfectly working.
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“That's fucking weird ..,” Ian noticed.
Ian and Anthony had stopped at the door of the hall of their movie. The few people present were all located at the front of the hall, clustered into that one area rather than all over it as per what normally happened at a movie.
“It's like a home theater,” laughed Anthony. “Come on. We'll sit in the back.”
The two young men walked to their seats in the back of the room and sat in the center of the row. Both of them eating their popcorn, they continued to discuss random things and nonsense until the lights finally went down.
They endured the thousands of movie previews, most of where were pointless and they sighed with relief when the movie started. Everything was okay until there came a heartbreaking part in the middle of it. In the silence of the room almost entirely unoccupied, a sniff occurred. Ian stopped watching the movie and turned to the noise source. He then saw something that he thought he would have never saw. Anthony was crying. Yes, that part was so sad but at this point?
“Dude, are you okay?”
“What?” asked Anthony, unprepared and thinking he had been silent. “Yeah, why do you ask ...?”
“Because you’re crying…”
“No, I'm not! I just got popcorn juice in my eyes,” Anthony gestured down to the popcorn in his lap.
“You mean butter?” Ian rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, whatever,” Anthony shrugged and looked away.
Ian smiled and even if it could be awkward, grabbed Anthony’s hand. Anthony stiffened and tried to jerk his hand away, but Ian held on, clamping onto the hand.
“Uh Ian, let go of my hand.”
Ian continued to hold onto Anthony’s hand.
“This is all I can do to comfort you without looking gay.”
“I wouldn’t care if you were gay, Ian,” Anthony said, looking straight into Ian’s eyes though the dim darkness of the theater.
“What do you mean?” Ian asked as he crocked his head to the side, confused.
“Hushhhh!” Several people had turned around and were pointing the pair daggers with their eyes.
The two boys stopped talking. They didn’t want to get murdered in a theater because they were talking. But Anthony’s words kept floating on the edge of his mind, never sinking away. What did his friend mean with ‘I wouldn’t care if you were gay’? Okay, stop thinking, Ian reprimanded himself. Just watch the movie. The two men resumed watching, trying to understand the things they had missed.
“Holy shit!” screamed Ian when a big dog on the screen jumped out of some brushes.
“OUCH! God! You just hit me in the face,” grumbled Anthony as he rubbed his throbbing nose.
“Sorry man. Oh my god, I’ve never jumped like that in a movie.”
Anthony looked over at Ian, his eyes filled with annoyance, “And I’ve never gotten hurt like that while watching a movie.”
“Does it really hurt?” Ian asked as he gazed over at Anthony.
“What do you think? I almost got your nails in my eyes.”
“I’m so sorry Ant. Let me see.”
As silently as he could, Ian bent down in his seat so he could see what damage he might have caused Anthony. Anthony shifted uneasily. “Ian, you might be a little too close.”
“Shut up. I've hurt you, I need to make sure you are well.”
“I ... I am, Ian.”
“Sure?”
Anthony was really uncomfortable. Ian was almost completely bent over him, his face mere inches from his, scanning him centimeters by centimeters for injuries. He seemed so focused that Anthony could have sworn that Ian hadn’t even noticed their super awkward position.
Anthony glanced anxiously around the theater, obvious alarm showing in his eyes.
“Ian, seriously. Everyone is watching us.”
“It's because we're much more interesting than the movie,” Ian smirked as he continued his task at hand.
“It's not a compliment.”
“Yes it is, and I am now convinced that you'll have a bruise on your left cheek for a few days.”
“You were really looking at it?” Anthony asked with curious volume in his voice.
“Of course. What did you want me to do? Kiss you? Haha!”
Ian resisted the urge to do just that and sat back again in his seat while starting to turn over various pieces of information around in his mind.
He really would have enjoyed kissing his friend in that perfect position, but had kept his self-control. After all, he had to get things done, not place them into a train at full speed. What astonished him was Anthony. Since the beginning of the night, the brown haired man didn’t seem bothered by his advances that were more or less not subtle in the very least. He even responded at them with a joy so miscalculated that Ian was starting to think that his friend might believe it was a stupid game of his own.
'I wouldn’t care if you were gay, Ian.' These words re-emerged in his mind and he quickly forget about them once again. It meant nothing. At least, nothing he could understand yet. Ian sighed. For the rest of the week, he would have to slow down. He didn’t want Anthony to begin believing that he was joking or any bullshit like that. Trying to stop to think for a moment, he concentrated on the film that was rapidly approaching to its end, acting as if nothing had happened.
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'YaoiForEver3011' says: Hey Misha! So how did it go?
'WeAllLoveIanthony1609' says: Much better than I would have thought, but ... just too much.
'YaoiForEver3011' says: Why? No let me guess. He sailed in the game too much because, being good friends, this is not the first time that you would make jokes of that kind and he finds it perfectly normal so he doesn’t think you are serious?
'WeAllLoveIanthony1609' say: Uh ... Exactly? Same thing for you?
'YaoiForEver3011' says: Unfortunately. We went to the movies, restaurants, parks. Everywhere! I did what I could, I put on ultra-sexy clothes, but every time he thought I was seducing someone behind him.
'WeAllLoveIanthony1609' says: Oh no! For real? It's so mean to you. Hey, when we were at the restaurant and I played with his pants with my feet under the table, do you know what he said?
'YaoiForEver3011' says: No?
'WeAllLoveIanthony1609' says: That he thought it was stupid to have put chips in the fridge this morning.
'YaoiForEver3011' says: WHAT?
'WeAllLoveIanthony1609' says: Yeah, I know stupid excuse to ignore me, right?
'YaoiForEver3011' says: Uh yeah. Sure. Hey you know what? I propose that we go even further this week.
'WeAllLoveIanthony1609' says: Isn’t that a bit risky?
'YaoiForEver3011' says: Maybe, but if the other continued to have a gambling mentality, we shouldn’t lose them, right?
'WeAllLoveIanthony1609' says: Now that I see it that way... Okay, Let’s do it.
'YaoiForEver3011' says: Cool. We’ll meet here next week then!
'WeAllLoveIanthony1609' says: That’s good. Good luck, Mary!
'YaoiForEver3011' says: Good luck Misha.
WeAllLoveIanthony1609 is offline
While he was logging off also, Ian was thinking at full speed. All that stuff about chips, could it have been Anthony? Would it be even possible that his friend ... No. It was a stupid idea. What would Anthony ever be doing on this website? Even if he was there. But thinking that his roommate might be the person who spoke to Ian was something too crazy. Destiny? Maybe? Ah come on, Ian! Come back to reality. Ian urged himself. Such a chance didn’t exist. It can’t be Anthony!’ Something that kept tugging at him in his mind though was the chips thing, which was too similar than be just a coincidence. That’s why he had relaunched the challenge. Ian wasn’t going to do anything and if Misha was Anthony, his friend would play harder in the game they were playing since last week and it would become completely non-subtle. Phew, he should relax. In one week he would be fixed of this entire conflict.
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The next day :
“Ian?”
The only answer Anthony got was an incoherent grumble. Ian pushed the hand that shook his shoulder and disappeared, grumbling, under his blankets. Still asleep. Anthony smiled like a mother hen, laid the plate he stood on the bedside table of his friend and left the room smoothly after scribbling out a small note to Ian.
When Ian woke up a few minutes later, he had a wonderful surprise to find on his table. The best breakfast he had ever seen. On the set, a note was saying: 'For all the times you made me to eat and I cried. Here, I am forgiven. Love, Anthony. 'Love Anthony? Ian re-read the note several times and tasted the meal that was beginning to cool down.
Wow, that was excellent, Ian thought as he scooped up the last crumbs of the meal onto his fork. Anthony ... Why had that bastard never told him he knew how to cook? When Ian finished his delicious meal, he got up and left his room to go do the dishes that would surely be a huge mountain piling up inside the sink. Strangely, when Ian tumbled into the kitchen, Anthony was doing it while wearing only his underwear and a kitchen apron. 'My God' thought Ian. 'If Misha is really Anthony, then he’s really serious about that deal'.
Seeing his friend, the half-naked man turned to him with a warm air. “So, how was that breakfast I made you?”
“Perfect! Bastard, you never told me you knew how to cook!” Ian laughed as he punched Anthony playfully on the shoulder.
“Haha, everyone has their little secrets,” Anthony winked at him before he looked away again, almost done with all the dishes he was cleaning with dish soap.
“But that isn’t supposed to be a secret! Still, thank you. It was excellent.”
“You’re welcome.”
Ian leaned against the countertop with his arms folded.“And why are you prancing around the house half naked?”
“I didn’t really want to get dressed immediately. Plus it’s comfortable.”
Finally finished with the dishes and leaving them out to dry, Anthony turns back around and starts laughing at something about Ian that he obviously hadn’t noticed before.
“What?” asked Ian, a bit offensed because he knew that he was the object of laughter from his friend.
“You were really hungry, huh?”
“Why?” asked Ian a bit worried.
Anthony continued to laugh as he pointed toward Ian’s head. “You have whipped cream all over in your hair.”
“What?” Ian ruffled his hair with energy, increasing the laughter from Anthony even more.
“Wait! Now you’ve spread it everywhere! Just a sec, I'll remove it.”
Anthony took off his apron as he walked closer to Ian, reaching up with his hand to start removing the cream chunks. He took the cream off each of the brown strands with a focus that made Ian uncomfortable. Well, it probably had more to do with the fact that Anthony was half-naked that affected him greatly.
“Ant, I ... I ... have to go to the bathroom.”
Anthony sighed as he continued to puck at Ian’s hair. “Wait, I'm almost done. Just a moment ...”
Ian closed his eyes, biting his lower lip as he felt the warm chest of the man he secretly loved rub his back through his shirt. “Did you really have to take off your apron to do that?”
“Yes… done! Now you can go to the bathroom.”
Ian agreed with a quick little smile and almost ran to the bathroom. Unfortunately, Anthony was fast enough to make him a quick pat on the butt which only reinforced the erection of the poor Hecox. ‘Yes, Anthony is definitely Misha,’ thought Ian while slamming the bathroom door shut. Now, he had to start the second part of his plan… After he took care of his little problem at the moment.
To follow…
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So what did you think of it? Better than the first one, huh? It’s all cause of Vespiquen8. That girl is an angel :P And I’m sorry I didn’t post it before. Editing was longer than I first thought. Thanks for reading it! I hope you enjoyed!