Magic Brownies
Chapter 4
»Warning: Smut, Marijuana use, language, sexually explicit, brownie kisses!
There was a moment where everything seemed to fall into place in Anthony's mind, but it was so frightening and surreal, like a dream he once had long ago he had long forgotten. That dream, once a wisp of smoke that toyed with him when he was a teenager, now (by mere chance?) actually something he was experiencing in real life with intensity more forceful and boundless than anything he'd ever experienced in his life. Anthony was almost taken aback by the moment.
He was being kissed by Ian.
He almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous this entire scenario might look to an outsider. It wasn't even the kiss itself that might be considered questionable, but how this strange turn of events had somehow escalated to something he never thought would ever, ever happen between him and his best friend. Sure there had been shared moments between the two, times where they've bonded, closeness sometimes even to the point of allowing the other to cross the imaginary boundary line, ensuring a higher trust in the other.
None of those however compared to this.
Ian's lips were soft and moist, pressing against his bottom lip, filling him with a warmth and tenderness he never felt before with Kalel.
Oh, God.
Kalel.
There was a part of him that almost wanted to stop for her sake, but then he was too high and aroused to listen to it, his mouth and the lower length of his abdomen urgently insisting he go on. He felt a warm hand slide its way to the back of his neck, gently pulling him in closer before running through his dark hair. Ian's chocolaty hash flavored tongue was moving effortlessly along with his own and he felt Ian moan as he pushed against it.
The intensity of Ian's desire as his body began to press itself against his on the bedroom floor was more than enough to cause a rippling sensation to coarse through Anthony's body and he began pulling away to intake a much needed breath. As soon as that happened however, Ian quickly took hold of Anthony's lips again, pressing up against his body, moving with him as a hand began to greedily feel its way across his chest.
How it got under his shirt so quickly, Anthony couldn't explain but it was a really wonderful sensation and he didn't want it to end. Ian's hand began gliding over his pec before his fingers finally settled on his left nipple, gently encircling it for a few moments then settling in for a pinch or two which caused Anthony's body to jump forward unexpectedly.
Everything felt so right. It was undeniably clear to him at that moment to him.
Did Ian realize this too?
He must have because a hand was now slinking lower to the binding pressure in Anthony's jeans, pressing down in circular motions which caused Anthony to gasp at the sensation and breathe out his name in a shuddered gasp.
"W-wait," he stuttered.
"What's wrong?" Ian asked in a hushed whisper, pulling away. "Is this... too weird?" He started to back away slightly, afraid he'd made a grave mistake but Anthony took hold of his shoulder before he could back off any further.
"No, it's okay. I just..." He looked down at his tight pants and gave him a crooked smile, hoping he understood.
"O-oh," Ian realized and began helping him out of the tight-as-fuck jeans.
"Uh, how do you... What do you..." Ian muttered after he pulled off his jeans, not sure where to go from here.
"On the bed?" Anthony guessed with a slight tug at his lip.
"Oh!" Ian exclaimed then giggled. Anthony started laughing too.
"You're an idiot," He snickered, drawing closer to him and Ian laughed again.
"Shut up dude! I can't think when I'm high."
For some reason Anthony thought this was the most hilarious thing ever and laughed even harder, tumbling over in a fit of laughter onto Ian's lap.
"Holy f-fuck!" He laughed against Ian's crotch, not realizing the warmth of his breath was arousing his giggling friend.
"You're... you're breathing... on my dick..." Ian trailed off, his voice suddenly lower and sultry.
Anthony looked up into the crystal blue eyes above him, his cheerful smile shifting into a seductive smirk. "I'm also using your dick as a pillow right now, though its not a very soft one."
Anthony felt his "pillow" jump suddenly at the statement and in a teasing move, nestled his head more into his friend's lap. Ian did a half gasp, half groan at the sensation. Anthony sighed contently and met his eyes above. He started giggling again.
"You like that?" He grinned, keeping his eyes on his. Ian licked his lips and tried to hold down the flushed smile on his radiating face.
"I-uh... I like a lot of things..." He replied lamely, but in a way Anthony thought was adorable.
"I must be really... fucking blazed right now," Anthony said, his head still resting comfortably on Ian's lap.
"Why's that?" Ian asked taking in every ounce of body heat his friend gave off, but not really remembering how they ended up on the floor in this position. He was pretty out of it too.
"Because I actually think you look adorable, even though that's kind of gay, and I'm thinking about..." He bit his bottom lip, the smile never leaving his face. "...giving you a blowjob." He felt his face heat up at his own words and saw Ian's do the same.
"Seriously...?" Ian laughed slightly caught off guard.
Anthony turned his head and Ian felt every little movement against his steadily growing length below.
"Well, I mean my mouth's already over your junk," he breathed hotly over Ian's jeans.
"I-I..." He flushed bright crimson and shuddered, not knowing how else to reply except by leaning forward close to Anthony's face.
"I think I'd like that."
Anthony smiled and began unbuckling the faded Union Jack belt in front of him after they both clambered to the top of the bed.
"I've always liked your belt, dude," Anthony said, admiring the blue, white and red strip of leather in his hands.
"Thanks. Uh, Melanie... gave it to me..." he awkwardly trailed off, turning away.
"Oh." Anthony hurriedly tried to change the subject and coughed. "S-so uh... you still wanna..."
"Yeah! I-I mean sure, yeah," Ian quickly replied. "Here, lemme just..."
He slipped off his pants revealing his light blue and white zigzagged boxers, and Anthony was suddenly reminded of a time he was at the mall with Ian buying those exact boxers. He had gotten the same ones, but in a different color. He remembered Kalel was there too and sighed.
"What is it...?" Ian asked hesitantly.
"I, it's nothing."
I'm not doing anything bad, he thought.
He thought of an old saying he once heard. It's not cheating if its the same sex. Of course he always thought that applied to girls but why not here?
Ian looked at him, his shimmering azure eyes deep with worry. His pupils were huge, dilated like black holes leading strait into his mind surrounded by thin blue halos.
"Anthony," Ian suddenly cut through his thoughts like a blade. "We don't... have... to..." And Ian was suddenly thrown back against his pillow when Anthony jumped forward, locking his mouth against his in a fiery kiss.
"Ian..." He breathed hotly the one second their hungry mouths broke apart. Ian was reeling in shock at the suddenness of the kiss, but recovered quickly; melting into it like the smooth and creamy chocolate Anthony's eyes reminded him of.
"I want you. I want... this. I've always wanted this."
Ian laughed.
"What," Anthony smiled.
"Let's eat more brownies!" He giggled and leaned off the bed, grabbing one from the tray on the floor and shoved half in his mouth. He sat up in front of Anthony with half a brownie sticking out of his grinning mouth. Anthony leaned forward and bit the other half, letting his lips touch Ian's briefly as he did.
"Mmmm," Ian moaned as Anthony climbed over him. "Tasty."
Anthony swallowed. "Don't talk with your mouth full," he demanded, then started kissing him again before he could swallow what was left of his piece.
"Mmph, mmm mft!" Ian loudly protested against Anthony's mouth.
"What?"
"I said my mouth's full of your tongue!"
They both started giggling uncontrollably and collapsed on each other.
"Oh fuck," Anthony sighed through his last fit of laughs.
"Hey!" Ian interrupted suddenly. "Weren't you supposed to be doing something right now?"
"Uh..." Anthony eyed him lazily and shrugged. "I don't remember."
"You were gonna blow me, weren't you?" Ian recalled.
"Shit, ha ha! I fucking forgot!" Anthony slipped his fingers on the sides of the boxers in front of him and slid them off exposing Ian's mildly erect member. "Fuck, dude! You're not even that hard!"
"Well you keep making me laugh!" Ian retorted.
"Fiiiiiine! I guess I should do something about this," he exasperated loudly, like it was a chore. He gingerly touched down on the length with his fingertips, sliding them across the warm skin before wrapping them around it, giving it a teasing little tug.
Ian gasped and shuddered. The feel of Anthony's hands was unlike any others. So big and strong, so different from a woman's. He brought his shirt over his head and tossed it aside and watched as Anthony did the same.
Ian felt no regret.
Why regret his friendship with Anthony? In Ian's mind, friends built bonds, connections that grew over time, making strong emotional and physical attachments. His friendship with Anthony had just reached a more intimate level.
If Melanie ever asked, of course he would tell her, but only because it wasn't that big a deal to him. If he were to have sex with someone he barely knew, then he would consider that cheating. Ian knew his point of view however was not shared by the majority of people in his life, and despite this he actually was never given this opportunity before, mainly because he had no such strong connection with anyone else but Anthony.
Anthony worked his hands on Ian, almost afraid to go any further, but the look of pleasure on his friend's face told him he was fairing pretty well so far, thankfully.
"Alright," he breathed, licking his lips, "Here goes nothing."
"I don't think it's noth-aaaohmy god, Anthony!" Ian gasped loudly as Anthony began to take in the entire length in one agonizingly blissful motion, placing the other hand on it, twisting up the shaft. Ian clutched the side of his bed with one hand and Anthony's head for leverage with the other, talking in the pleasurable feeling overwhelming all of his senses. Anthony pulled away and smacked his lips.
"Wow… This is nothing like I imagined it would be," he murmured to himself.
Ian cocked his head, bemused. "And that's a good thing?"
Anthony thought for a moment and shot him a sly smile. "Well, you do taste pretty good," he snickered.
"And here I am thinking I was an acquired taste!" Ian laughed along with Anthony.
"Actually all I taste is salty weed brownie," he grinned. Before Ian could come up with another witty reply Anthony dove in and continued lapping his tongue around the sides and licking up the shaft. Once again Ian felt all his thoughts implode into nothing as wave after chilling wave of pure ecstasy washed over him.
"Oh fuck, don't fucking stop…" he gasped clutching Anthony's hair firmer in his hand. "Please…Ant."
Anthony felt a shudder course through him at the adorable nickname Ian rarely used for him and began sucking harder, his hand gently caressing the sack below the shaft making his friend writhe beneath him and moan in intoxication. Sweat dampened his face, causing the fringe to stick onto his forehead while tiny beads of sweat rolled down onto Ian below. Ian began babbling incoherently through hot breaths and half lidded eyes that glanced down occasionally to Anthony working below. Their eyes met once and they locked in a lustful stare that brewed the final tsunami within the dark haired man.
"I…" he gasped, "I… Anthony, holy ffff… I love you!" Ian gasped as the pent up pressure finally released itself into Anthony's mouth. Anthony pulled away and licked his glossy lips.
"Ehhh…" he muttered at the taste.
Ian was laying back onto the pillow reeling in the post orgasmic feeling washing over him, with a wide smile on his face.
"That was… fucking incredible!" Anthony climbed next to him and smiled. "You didn't have to swallow it all," Ian pointed out.
"I know. I thought it would be nice though and less messy. It was kind of weird though."
Ian chuckled and nuzzled into his warm neck with a yawn. "Thanks."
Anthony felt a deeper sense of the word the way Ian warmly said it as though it were for more than just the sexual encounter, but before he could ask any further, Ian had already drifted off. Anthony sighed in content, wrapping his arms around his best friend's body and pulling him closer as the morning's birds welcomed a brand new day.
»Warning: Smut, Marijuana use, language, sexually explicit, brownie kisses!
There was a moment where everything seemed to fall into place in Anthony's mind, but it was so frightening and surreal, like a dream he once had long ago he had long forgotten. That dream, once a wisp of smoke that toyed with him when he was a teenager, now (by mere chance?) actually something he was experiencing in real life with intensity more forceful and boundless than anything he'd ever experienced in his life. Anthony was almost taken aback by the moment.
He was being kissed by Ian.
He almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous this entire scenario might look to an outsider. It wasn't even the kiss itself that might be considered questionable, but how this strange turn of events had somehow escalated to something he never thought would ever, ever happen between him and his best friend. Sure there had been shared moments between the two, times where they've bonded, closeness sometimes even to the point of allowing the other to cross the imaginary boundary line, ensuring a higher trust in the other.
None of those however compared to this.
Ian's lips were soft and moist, pressing against his bottom lip, filling him with a warmth and tenderness he never felt before with Kalel.
Oh, God.
Kalel.
There was a part of him that almost wanted to stop for her sake, but then he was too high and aroused to listen to it, his mouth and the lower length of his abdomen urgently insisting he go on. He felt a warm hand slide its way to the back of his neck, gently pulling him in closer before running through his dark hair. Ian's chocolaty hash flavored tongue was moving effortlessly along with his own and he felt Ian moan as he pushed against it.
The intensity of Ian's desire as his body began to press itself against his on the bedroom floor was more than enough to cause a rippling sensation to coarse through Anthony's body and he began pulling away to intake a much needed breath. As soon as that happened however, Ian quickly took hold of Anthony's lips again, pressing up against his body, moving with him as a hand began to greedily feel its way across his chest.
How it got under his shirt so quickly, Anthony couldn't explain but it was a really wonderful sensation and he didn't want it to end. Ian's hand began gliding over his pec before his fingers finally settled on his left nipple, gently encircling it for a few moments then settling in for a pinch or two which caused Anthony's body to jump forward unexpectedly.
Everything felt so right. It was undeniably clear to him at that moment to him.
Did Ian realize this too?
He must have because a hand was now slinking lower to the binding pressure in Anthony's jeans, pressing down in circular motions which caused Anthony to gasp at the sensation and breathe out his name in a shuddered gasp.
"W-wait," he stuttered.
"What's wrong?" Ian asked in a hushed whisper, pulling away. "Is this... too weird?" He started to back away slightly, afraid he'd made a grave mistake but Anthony took hold of his shoulder before he could back off any further.
"No, it's okay. I just..." He looked down at his tight pants and gave him a crooked smile, hoping he understood.
"O-oh," Ian realized and began helping him out of the tight-as-fuck jeans.
"Uh, how do you... What do you..." Ian muttered after he pulled off his jeans, not sure where to go from here.
"On the bed?" Anthony guessed with a slight tug at his lip.
"Oh!" Ian exclaimed then giggled. Anthony started laughing too.
"You're an idiot," He snickered, drawing closer to him and Ian laughed again.
"Shut up dude! I can't think when I'm high."
For some reason Anthony thought this was the most hilarious thing ever and laughed even harder, tumbling over in a fit of laughter onto Ian's lap.
"Holy f-fuck!" He laughed against Ian's crotch, not realizing the warmth of his breath was arousing his giggling friend.
"You're... you're breathing... on my dick..." Ian trailed off, his voice suddenly lower and sultry.
Anthony looked up into the crystal blue eyes above him, his cheerful smile shifting into a seductive smirk. "I'm also using your dick as a pillow right now, though its not a very soft one."
Anthony felt his "pillow" jump suddenly at the statement and in a teasing move, nestled his head more into his friend's lap. Ian did a half gasp, half groan at the sensation. Anthony sighed contently and met his eyes above. He started giggling again.
"You like that?" He grinned, keeping his eyes on his. Ian licked his lips and tried to hold down the flushed smile on his radiating face.
"I-uh... I like a lot of things..." He replied lamely, but in a way Anthony thought was adorable.
"I must be really... fucking blazed right now," Anthony said, his head still resting comfortably on Ian's lap.
"Why's that?" Ian asked taking in every ounce of body heat his friend gave off, but not really remembering how they ended up on the floor in this position. He was pretty out of it too.
"Because I actually think you look adorable, even though that's kind of gay, and I'm thinking about..." He bit his bottom lip, the smile never leaving his face. "...giving you a blowjob." He felt his face heat up at his own words and saw Ian's do the same.
"Seriously...?" Ian laughed slightly caught off guard.
Anthony turned his head and Ian felt every little movement against his steadily growing length below.
"Well, I mean my mouth's already over your junk," he breathed hotly over Ian's jeans.
"I-I..." He flushed bright crimson and shuddered, not knowing how else to reply except by leaning forward close to Anthony's face.
"I think I'd like that."
Anthony smiled and began unbuckling the faded Union Jack belt in front of him after they both clambered to the top of the bed.
"I've always liked your belt, dude," Anthony said, admiring the blue, white and red strip of leather in his hands.
"Thanks. Uh, Melanie... gave it to me..." he awkwardly trailed off, turning away.
"Oh." Anthony hurriedly tried to change the subject and coughed. "S-so uh... you still wanna..."
"Yeah! I-I mean sure, yeah," Ian quickly replied. "Here, lemme just..."
He slipped off his pants revealing his light blue and white zigzagged boxers, and Anthony was suddenly reminded of a time he was at the mall with Ian buying those exact boxers. He had gotten the same ones, but in a different color. He remembered Kalel was there too and sighed.
"What is it...?" Ian asked hesitantly.
"I, it's nothing."
I'm not doing anything bad, he thought.
He thought of an old saying he once heard. It's not cheating if its the same sex. Of course he always thought that applied to girls but why not here?
Ian looked at him, his shimmering azure eyes deep with worry. His pupils were huge, dilated like black holes leading strait into his mind surrounded by thin blue halos.
"Anthony," Ian suddenly cut through his thoughts like a blade. "We don't... have... to..." And Ian was suddenly thrown back against his pillow when Anthony jumped forward, locking his mouth against his in a fiery kiss.
"Ian..." He breathed hotly the one second their hungry mouths broke apart. Ian was reeling in shock at the suddenness of the kiss, but recovered quickly; melting into it like the smooth and creamy chocolate Anthony's eyes reminded him of.
"I want you. I want... this. I've always wanted this."
Ian laughed.
"What," Anthony smiled.
"Let's eat more brownies!" He giggled and leaned off the bed, grabbing one from the tray on the floor and shoved half in his mouth. He sat up in front of Anthony with half a brownie sticking out of his grinning mouth. Anthony leaned forward and bit the other half, letting his lips touch Ian's briefly as he did.
"Mmmm," Ian moaned as Anthony climbed over him. "Tasty."
Anthony swallowed. "Don't talk with your mouth full," he demanded, then started kissing him again before he could swallow what was left of his piece.
"Mmph, mmm mft!" Ian loudly protested against Anthony's mouth.
"What?"
"I said my mouth's full of your tongue!"
They both started giggling uncontrollably and collapsed on each other.
"Oh fuck," Anthony sighed through his last fit of laughs.
"Hey!" Ian interrupted suddenly. "Weren't you supposed to be doing something right now?"
"Uh..." Anthony eyed him lazily and shrugged. "I don't remember."
"You were gonna blow me, weren't you?" Ian recalled.
"Shit, ha ha! I fucking forgot!" Anthony slipped his fingers on the sides of the boxers in front of him and slid them off exposing Ian's mildly erect member. "Fuck, dude! You're not even that hard!"
"Well you keep making me laugh!" Ian retorted.
"Fiiiiiine! I guess I should do something about this," he exasperated loudly, like it was a chore. He gingerly touched down on the length with his fingertips, sliding them across the warm skin before wrapping them around it, giving it a teasing little tug.
Ian gasped and shuddered. The feel of Anthony's hands was unlike any others. So big and strong, so different from a woman's. He brought his shirt over his head and tossed it aside and watched as Anthony did the same.
Ian felt no regret.
Why regret his friendship with Anthony? In Ian's mind, friends built bonds, connections that grew over time, making strong emotional and physical attachments. His friendship with Anthony had just reached a more intimate level.
If Melanie ever asked, of course he would tell her, but only because it wasn't that big a deal to him. If he were to have sex with someone he barely knew, then he would consider that cheating. Ian knew his point of view however was not shared by the majority of people in his life, and despite this he actually was never given this opportunity before, mainly because he had no such strong connection with anyone else but Anthony.
Anthony worked his hands on Ian, almost afraid to go any further, but the look of pleasure on his friend's face told him he was fairing pretty well so far, thankfully.
"Alright," he breathed, licking his lips, "Here goes nothing."
"I don't think it's noth-aaaohmy god, Anthony!" Ian gasped loudly as Anthony began to take in the entire length in one agonizingly blissful motion, placing the other hand on it, twisting up the shaft. Ian clutched the side of his bed with one hand and Anthony's head for leverage with the other, talking in the pleasurable feeling overwhelming all of his senses. Anthony pulled away and smacked his lips.
"Wow… This is nothing like I imagined it would be," he murmured to himself.
Ian cocked his head, bemused. "And that's a good thing?"
Anthony thought for a moment and shot him a sly smile. "Well, you do taste pretty good," he snickered.
"And here I am thinking I was an acquired taste!" Ian laughed along with Anthony.
"Actually all I taste is salty weed brownie," he grinned. Before Ian could come up with another witty reply Anthony dove in and continued lapping his tongue around the sides and licking up the shaft. Once again Ian felt all his thoughts implode into nothing as wave after chilling wave of pure ecstasy washed over him.
"Oh fuck, don't fucking stop…" he gasped clutching Anthony's hair firmer in his hand. "Please…Ant."
Anthony felt a shudder course through him at the adorable nickname Ian rarely used for him and began sucking harder, his hand gently caressing the sack below the shaft making his friend writhe beneath him and moan in intoxication. Sweat dampened his face, causing the fringe to stick onto his forehead while tiny beads of sweat rolled down onto Ian below. Ian began babbling incoherently through hot breaths and half lidded eyes that glanced down occasionally to Anthony working below. Their eyes met once and they locked in a lustful stare that brewed the final tsunami within the dark haired man.
"I…" he gasped, "I… Anthony, holy ffff… I love you!" Ian gasped as the pent up pressure finally released itself into Anthony's mouth. Anthony pulled away and licked his glossy lips.
"Ehhh…" he muttered at the taste.
Ian was laying back onto the pillow reeling in the post orgasmic feeling washing over him, with a wide smile on his face.
"That was… fucking incredible!" Anthony climbed next to him and smiled. "You didn't have to swallow it all," Ian pointed out.
"I know. I thought it would be nice though and less messy. It was kind of weird though."
Ian chuckled and nuzzled into his warm neck with a yawn. "Thanks."
Anthony felt a deeper sense of the word the way Ian warmly said it as though it were for more than just the sexual encounter, but before he could ask any further, Ian had already drifted off. Anthony sighed in content, wrapping his arms around his best friend's body and pulling him closer as the morning's birds welcomed a brand new day.