So It's A Deal, Then
"So it's a deal, then?"
Anthony looked up with a wicked smile and agreed. "Yep. Loser has to suck the other's dick."
Ian smiled as the words left Anthony's mouth. "Sweet." Ian looked over to the screen and smirked. "Better get your Chapstick out, bitch!"
"Oh I'm gonna get a stick out alright, so you can suck it dry!" Anthony smirked back as he held the Wii U controller in hand.
The two boys sat together in the Smosh Games studio with every luxury needed to make it a perfect, relaxing night after filming the latest episode of Gametime. They had made sure everyone had left before getting everything out. Ian had called in an order for pizza and Anthony had emptied out the contents of his backpack onto the table.
Ian ogled at the items strewn across the table in delight. A green and blue swirled glass pipe, a bag of hash, some ribbed for her pleasure lubricated condoms, a bag of Doritos, a bottle of Absolute Vodka, a lighter, and of course a tube of his favorite pink bubblegum flavored lube.
"We'll see about that," Ian grinned as he started the game. "Just remember, when I get off in your mouth you have to swallow it all," he said while licking his lips.
"Ahem. I think you mean when I get off in your mouth," Anthony corrected.
"Yeah, whatever bitch!" Ian shot back. Anthony scoffed and they began their game Call of Duty.
The duo got in a good ten minutes of gameplay before a kill was finally made. "Fuck!" Ian yelled as his character was gunned down mercilessly.
Anthony looked over at him with a smirk and held out the vodka bottle. "You know the rules: get gunned, take a drink!"
Ian snatched the bottle out of his hand. "Yeah, yeah." He took a swig then slammed it onto the table. "God damn, that shit's strong!" He scrunched his face as the harsh liquid went down his throat like pure rubbing alcohol on fire. He shook his face and stuck out his pink tongue in disgust. Anthony jeered then shoved him. "Come on, dickwad. You're holding up the game!"
Ian glared at him and wiped away at his stubble in annoyance. "Shut your mouth-hole!" He picked up the controller and began to play some more. The next few minutes went by with nothing much happening aside from Anthony accusing Ian of camping in one area and ridicule over having the bigger gun and thus penis size but ultimately Ian won the second round.
"HAAAAA!" The bearded bowl-haired brunette yelled, springing out of his seat and shaking his ass in Anthony's face. "Take that," -he turned his head dramatically- "SUCKA!"
Anthony grumbled as he slowly picked up and brought the bottle of vodka to his lips. Ian began stuffing his face with Doritos as he watched Anthony's painfully sweet face contort with displeasure as the alcohol ran down his throat. He gasped for breath as the bottle left his mouth and was placed back in the center of the table next to the lube. "They don't fuck around with their vodka," Anthony mumbled while helping himself to some of the Doritos Ian was eating. "Wish I had a chaser," he continued to mumble to himself, then he noticed Ian was staring at him with a seductive grin. He knew exactly what Ian wanted but said "What?" in his flattest, most sarcastic voice possible.
"Oh, just picturing those hot fucking lips of yours wrapped around my dick's making me wanna jizz already," he purred in a low voice. It was meant to be insulting but Anthony still couldn't control the thrill Ian's words sent coursing throughout his body.
"Maybe you should wipe the crumbs off your face first. I don't want orange cheese powder all over my cock," Anthony tried to smirk back.
Ian moved up close meeting his eyes with a devilish glint. "We'll see about that," he whispered then lightly grazed his fingertips over the growing bulge in Anthony's jeans causing him to shudder from the surprise sudden contact. Ian laughed and fell back with a bounce, picking up his controller and continuing the game. Anthony almost swore that smirk didn't leave his face the whole time, and was a little upset things ended there just as they were heating up.
He did feel his confidence come back however when he realized he could be in control if he won. He smirked to himself thinking about Ian below him, stimulating him with his tongue and lips while he ran his hand through his soft brown hair, gripping it just as he climaxed. Anthony sat upright in his seat as he held the controller firmly. "Alright prick-licker, you're going down. Literally. On me! Because you're gonna lose-"
Ian suddenly laughed and cheered, interrupting Anthony’s competitive speech. "Wait! What the fu-?! Oh, God-dammit!" Ian stood up and danced as both watched Anthony's character get killed yet again because he wasn't paying attention. "You asshole! You mother-fucking asshole!" Ian stuck out his tongue and danced again, humping the air.
"Drink up, Anthony!" he sweetly mocked to his face.
"Fucking cheater," the taller boy muttered as he took another drink of the biting liquid.
Ian grinned then reached over to the table. "You seem tense, Anthony. I think we need a little...smoke break," he suggested while reaching for the pipe and the lighter. "I like the sound of that," Anthony grinned widely as he watched Ian pull a baggie from his black leather jacket. "This game's pissing me off too much. Or better, you’re pissing me off."
"Bitch and moan, that's all you do," Ian grumbled as he packed the weed into the tiny bowl. He pulled out his lighter and his fingers did a quick test flick. Satisfied with the results, he lit up the pipe and took the first hit, holding it in his lungs momentarily before releasing it.
"Here," he smiled warmly as he passed Anthony the two desired objects. The tingly, relaxing feeling instantly overcame him coursing through his body and down to his still slightly erect member from the teasing session just moments ago. It was relaxing and therapeutic in a way. They passed each other the pipe for a while just mellowing out from the intense violent game and talked about work for a bit. Just then Ian's phone went off and he answered while Anthony lit up. Anthony relaxed as much as he could in the shoddy red theatre seat and momentarily wished they'd gotten bean bag chairs or a couch for the game room instead. He took another drag as he waited. "Who was that?" he breathed out then coughed slightly as Ian as he hung up.
"Pizza guy's outside. Got any cash on you?" Anthony took out a crumpled $10 bill out of his back pocket and tossed it into Ian's hands. He was glad the pizza guy showed up because he was already feeling the munchies coming on. He watched as Ian stumbled to the door in a comical fashion and laughed to himself. Then his eyes fell to the bottle sitting on the table top and he began to think.
Hmm. Maybe I can just...before he gets back… He took swig from the bottle before Ian returned with the large hot pepperoni pizza in hand. Already he felt he buzz from the alcohol start going into effect in addition to the puff he took when Ian was gone. He knew he shouldn’t mix the two but fuck the consequences. That’s future Anthony’s problem now.
"Hey...!" Anthony began but stopped mid-sentence. "What?" Ian smiled while setting the box on the table and slumping down lazily. Anthony eyes were transfixed on Ian then grew wide with a horrified look.
Ian's smile fell. "W-what's wrong, dude? Anthony what is it?" Ian was beginning to panic as Anthony continued to stare in sock then slowly brought a shaking finger up pointing to him. Ian’s heart began to race and he started swatting his clothes and ruffling his hair.
"THERE'S A FUCKING SPIDER ON ME, ISN'T THERE?!" Ian shot up from the seat like a bullet flailing and sweeping his clothes and hair when Anthony spontaneously began laughing hysterically at him. Then Ian realized what had happened and had a look in his eyes that screamed bloody murder directed right toward him.
"Y-your face!" Anthony laughed. "Your fucking face was priceless!" He had to clutch his side from the laughter and almost fell over in his seat. "You...you're such a fuckin-AGH!" Anthony yelled out as he felt a dead weight land heavily on his torso. "Ian, Ian! It was a joke!"
Ian pressed his forehead against his so the fiery blue glare beamed directly into his now startled brown ones.
"Hey, Anthony. I have an idea..." he murmured with a glint in his eye so sinfully evil Anthony suddenly felt himself shudder in a cold sweat. "Let's liven things up a bit, Ant, old buddy. Yeah... How about the winner," his eyes glanced to the direction of the game for half a second, "of the next round not only has to give the other head, but can do anything- and you better fucking believe me when I say anything- he wants to the other. No exceptions. No going back, no matter how sick, twisted, and fucked-up that desire may be. A joker card for all your filthiest fantasies for one night." He growled out the proposition in a thick sultry voice that practically made Anthony's skin crawl. Just what sick twisted things did he have in mind? Ian awaited his reply but after the shocked, speechless moment of absorbing this sudden proposal, his cerulean blue eyes flicked shut as he grinned and turned away.
"What d'ya say, Ant-Tony? Wanna go for it, or are you gonna pussy out like the little bitch you are?"
Driven by an alcohol and weed induced surge of overconfidence, he almost startled himself when he yelled back to the pale, wispy face two inches away from his own, "You're on!"
Ian cackled at his own energy and flew back onto the seat next to Anthony and grabbing the controller.
"Oh, oh. Wait a minute," Ian said before he started the game. He took one more hit from his pipe, holding the smoke in his lungs and slowly breathing out. Anthony couldn't help but watch him the entire time with inquisitive eyes. For some reason just watching Ian place his moist, rosy lips on the end of the aquamarine glass pipe as he flicked the lighter with his brow furrowing in full concentration caused him to feel the sudden urge to slam him against the nearest wall and start furiously invading his mouth with his tongue while grinding against his hips. The very idea of Ian helplessly trapped with him in total control sent a thrilling surge of arousal throughout his body and he began feeling his pants getting tighter.
"Alright. I'm ready," Ian said with an air of confidence. He turned and saw Anthony's eyes locked on him with a lusty gaze and flushed. "What?"
He snapped out of it with an embarrassed laugh and turned back to the game. "N-nothing. Let's play!" Ian gave him a befuddled look then shrugged. "Alright!"
The last game seemed to last a lot longer than their other ones and after a few slices of pizza, Ian finally made the winning shot just as Anthony's character tried to reload. Anthony expected him to jump up and start his usual gloating dance but instead he just turned to Anthony with the biggest smirk on his face he had ever seen on his pale scruffy face.
"Hey," Ian whispered in a sexy mumble.
"I know, I know..."
"You know the deal."
"Yeah..."
“First off we finish smoking this bowl and you take another, no, three shots. Right now."
Three shots?!?
Ian grinned maliciously and Anthony did as he was told now that he was under the complete command of his guyfriend's will.
So glad I at least get to smoke more weed before the real punishment starts. Anthony thought happily.
"You got it, dude," Anthony grinned while doing his best Olsen twin impression. They finished the rest of the bowl as quickly as there wasn’t much left and Anthony grudgingly took his three shots. Ian smiled and began stroking his facial hair. "Hmm. Okay. Now that you’re confident enough…”
Confident? Anthony thought with a smirk. “Fuck, I can’t even hold m’ own footing, I mean… feeting?” Anthony slurred with a laugh as he stumbled around and dug into the pizza box to satisfy his craving for greasy oily cheese. Ian grinned as he watched the intoxicated YouTuber pick up a layer of cheese from a slice and shove the whole thing in his mouth in one go. “Okay, okay. Whatever dude. Okay.” He had to pause to laugh. “I want yoooou… to sing for me..."
Fuckin’ sing? Dude, that's a lame punishment. Kind of weird. Whoa. Vertigo. Anthony’s thoughts were scattered and he picked up the tiny white plastic table that came on the center of the pizza and licked the sauce covered table legs.
"...While giving me a sexy lapdance. Hey! Are you even listening to me?”
“Lapdance, got it!” Anthony drunkenly hobbled then jumped in front of Ian and began pulling his plaid shirt off over his head, forgetting it was a button up. “No! I said SEXY!” Ian laughed and Anthony stopped with a shocked look on his face then yelled back unnecessarily “OH SHIT!” which in turn made Ian laugh harder at how dramatic he yelled.
Anthony swiveled around, rocking his hips in front of his seated lover and began dancing while singing “Friday” by Rebecca Black.
“Are you kidding me right now?!” Ian asked in disbelief as Anthony shook his ass in his face.
“It’s Friday! Friday! Gotta get down on Friday!” Anthony bubbled in a flamboyant voice. He swiveled his hips and slapped his tight-jeaned ass, leaving his hands on his hips then slowly moving them up to lift his shirt slightly and exposing his tantalizing tanned skin. Ian’s eyes grew wide and he licked his lips as Anthony began dancing a little more seductively; at least enough to arouse Ian a little further. Anthony’s hips rocked to the rhythm of his own music as his hands slowly slithered up his body and digging into his now messy brown hair as he ruffled it up and growled alluringly like a panther eyeing its prey.
The low sultry growl instantly sent a sweeping shiver of arousal through Ian’s body but he quickly became irritated when Anthony interrupted with that stupid song again.
“Frid-”
“Fucking, stop singing and talk dirty to me,” Ian growled suddenly. Anthony swished back apologetically and faced him while unbuttoning his red flannel shirt. “Sorry, babe. Sometimes I get carried away,” he apologized in a low voice. “Kind of like when I’m fucking you hard against the hood of your car and you can’t control your orgasm, then your warm, sticky cum sputters out all over the both of us making a hot mess.” Ian nearly chocked at his words and his mind quickly raced to that humid, drunken night in the garage during the hottest damn Californian summer where the two men feverously gasped and grunted as their fingers clamped into a tight grip onto each other’s perspired hips and continuously slammed into each other like the whole world was fucking ending and he swore he felt his dick become even harder now than the last time they fucked.
Ian’s cock pulsed with an almost persistent urgency as the vivid memory melded with the sexually arousing erotic dance Anthony was staging in front of him. Time seemed to slow to a more fluid feel and the tingly numbness of the alcohol began nestling itself throughout his slowly reddening cheeks and body. The more intoxicated of the two began unbuttoning his crimson plaid shirt with a dark gleam in his eyes. His legs had now enclosed Ian into the unchaste seat and he began thrusting his pelvis in slow rhythmic movements directly in front of his overly excited partner’s face. Ian sat wide eyed and breathless as Anthony’s dark brown eyes flickered closed and he removed his shirt, tossing it aside to reveal a half-toned chest that just screamed at Ian to be touched.
“Anthony…” Ian barely managed to get out in a strangled whimper. His pants were a binding prison from hell, waiting to be strung across the floor with Anthony’s discarded shirt.
“Yes?” Anthony replied as he worked on his belt and zipper.
Nervous energy coursed through him but his lust soon overcame it. “Strip off the rest of your clothes fast and lay down.”
Anthony paused for a moment before agreeing and eyed him as though trying to see into Ian’s mind then he carelessly tossed aside his jeans and boxers into a pile and lied down on his back. Ian quickly stood up and stripped off his own clothing and Anthony saw him reach back for the bottle of vodka on the counter.
Ian noticed from the corner of his eye as he was getting the glass bottle the full girth of Anthony’s erection. Anthony’s right hand rested softly over his stomach as he waited, inching its way further and further hoping Ian didn’t notice, but he did.
“Hey. Hold still. This might be a little cold at first.”
Anthony couldn’t help but think of a snappy comeback. “Why? Is your dick frozen?” He laughed.
Ian looked down as if to check and shook his head after only seeing his own lengthy erection. “No, no. Just move your hands from your chest and stuff, dude.” Anthony obeyed continued to lie on his back completely baffled as to what Ian’s plan exactly was. “Okay.” Ian twisted off the black bottle top and began bringing it closer to Anthony’s flat stomach.
“W-wait! The fuck are you doing?” Anthony stuttered as his eyes locked onto the glass bottle in his partner’s hand.
“Just-just hold still and suck in your stomach,” Ian nervously ordered.
“Ian, this is weird…!” Anthony began to protest.
“Now! Anthony!” he suddenly ground out but added a less aggressive “please?” at the end.
The shirtless twenty five year old nervously held his breath and did as he was told, clenching his worried brown eyes shut, but still feeling aroused. He tried to get his mind straightened out as best as any drunk guy could while he waited until he loudly gasped and yelped when he felt a strange wet sensation pooling above his belly button. His eyes shot open and he looked down to see Ian pouring a small amount of vodka in the well of his stomach.
“Ian, what the fuck…?!” Anthony cried out while still maintaining his position.
“I’m doing body shots off of you! Hold still!” Ian said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Idiot! You’re supposed to pour the shot in a glass and set it on my stomach ‘n drink it not pour it on my stomach!”
Ian looked perplexed at Anthony’s words. “But…but then how am I supposed to lick your navel after I drink?”
Anthony opened his mouth to reply but froze.
…Lick…Navel…
A shudder of arousal swept through him. Ian didn’t know about his navel fetish, did he?
“Fine, I’ll go find a friggin’ cup or something…” Ian began.
“N-NO!” Anthony suddenly squeaked then cleared his throat. “I mean, you might as well just go with your plan since you already started…” he mumbled, trying to play it cool so he would continue.
Ian’s face glimmered as he licked his lips and looked down at the small pool of liquor in front of him. “Heh, alright then. If you say so.” Anthony let out a small sigh of relief.
Ian fell to his knees, placing his hands in front of him and began lapping at the acrid substance. He felt Ian’s tongue brush up once against his skin and shivered. The second and third time he let out a tiny gasp and felt a sudden increased of blood flowing down to his rapidly heating crotch. The blue eyed boy looked up and smiled. “Enjoying this, I see,” he grinned. Anthony’s face flushed an even deeper shade and he nodded with a lustful gaze. Ian lapped up most of the liquid and ran his soft pink tongue across Anthony’s stomach causing Anthony to twitch beneath him and moan. He began planting soft kisses above his navel then sucked on his firm skin, leaving small red welts that would serve as reminders in the coming days of their little drunken escapade. Ian slid his tongue up his chest and carefully placed his lips on Anthony’s nipple, licking and suckling on and around it.
Anthony panted with a lustful gaze and threw his arm around Ian’s back, pulling him close to his face. “Ian… kiss me.”
His bright half lidded blue eyes looked back at him with want and desire.
“No.”
Anthony looked shocked but Ian was smiling. “You have to take orders from me, remember?”
“Not really. I’ll still drunk and high,” he grinned back. “I still wanna kiss you though…”
Ian laughed a little but his face grew serious again. “I’m serious. Listen. I know the bet was a blow job from the loser but dammit if I want your cock in my mouth so fucking bad right now. Let’s just fucking blow each other. Right now.”
Anthony looked down at the floor and agreed to with a small voice. “Okay.”
Ian’s lip curved at his reply and he grasped the lube tube from the table, spreading a small amount on his hand. “Want some?” Anthony nodded and they both began spreading the bubblegum flavored lube on their dicks. Anthony was taking in the feeling of finally being able to touch himself after so much restraint but he had to stop before he got carried away from the pleasure this simple act was starting to bring. Suddenly Ian cut into his thoughts with “Let’s make our joysticks taste better!”
“Dude, did you really just call your dick a joystick? I mean, really?!” Ian shrugged and smiled then grabbed his shirt from nearby to wipe off his hands. “Sick dude. You’re gonna have to wear that when we leave tomorrow morning,” Anthony said in disgust.
“Like I give a shit,” he scoffed, carelessly tossing the shirt to the side. Ian climbed on top of Anthony and positioned himself so his face was hovering above Anthony’s dick and vice versa. He didn’t even ask if Anthony was ready. He was too aroused to care at the moment, bringing his mouth over the top and hurriedly taking in the head which surprised Anthony into almost forgetting to begin himself. Ian swirled his tongue around the tip of the thick length and began to giggle-hum from the sensation he was getting from Anthony’s tongue gliding up and around the base and shaft. He flattened his tongue firmly against Anthony’s cock and began sucking harder as he moved up and down. Anthony’s moan sent a humming vibration through Ian’s cock that in turn almost sent him over the edge.
He felt himself beginning to reach that point quickly as well, and as much fun as foreplay was, he didn’t want it all to end so soon.
“Okay okay, stop,” Ian suddenly gasped as he released Anthony’s cock from his mouth. Anthony allowed Ian’s dick to fall out and swing above his face as a string of glossy precum remained connecting the tip with his mouth. Ian rolled off him and sat for a moment with his knees bent. Both were catching their breath as their hearts raced and both still lusting for more. He turned to a perspiring gasping Anthony on his right and smiled, showing off his adorable little incisors in his grin. “Clear off the table.” Anthony looked over to the table littered with food, drug paraphernalia, and questionable sexual items and brought himself up to clear it off.
“Now what?” he asked as he moved everything to the ground and seats.
“Now I get to fuck you.”
Ian smacked his ass causing him to yelp and began attacking his mouth with his own, forcing his tongue to slide in and play with Anthony’s, all the while lowering him to a sitting position on the table. His hands dug through his hair and he allowed his thigh to brush against Anthony’s dick as if teasing him first. Anthony squirmed and tried to make more contact with Ian’s thigh but Ian kept pulling himself away as he smiled into the kiss. “Nu-uh. Just wait. I have a present for you,” Ian smiled as he stood up and hurried over to his bag.
Anthony looked on curiously. “What is it?” he asked leaning over to see in the bag. Ian pulled out a small bag and took out its contents.
“Look,” he said with a glint in his eye as he held up three silicone rings.
“No fucking way, dude.” Anthony was beaming at the red, yellow, and black rings in Ian’s hands.
“I wanted to try them out. Here,” he said handing Anthony one of the rings. “Just slip it around your dick.”
“I figured as much,” Anthony tried to say sarcastically but he was too happy to convey it that way. He slid the yellow cock ring over his penis and watched as Ian did the same only he also was covering his with the condom from earlier. “The cashier winked at me when I bought the condoms the other day. Heh. Little did she know it was for butt sex with you,” Anthony giggled. Ian laughed out loud.
“Bet she wanted you to tear up her lady parts real good,” Ian growled creepily making Anthony laugh harder.
“Yeah, she wanted it bad. I even flipped my hair back at her before I walked away.”
Ian burst out laughing as he finished wrapping his dick. “You dirty little slut!” Anthony just shrugged and smiled at Ian’s light hearted insult.
“What can I say? The ladies love me.”
“Yeah. All they want is this.” Ian breathed as he grabbed Anthony’s dick making him gasp, which in turn made Ian grin widely. His dick felt even more sensitive with the ring in place and he couldn’t help but place a shaky hand on Ian’s arm as though silently pleading to him. Ian seemed to get the message, leaning down and kissing him, softly at first then deeply with more passion. Ian pushed him gently so he was leaning with his back on the table. He got in the space between his legs and kneeled down between them with the lube from earlier in hand. “Okay,” he whispered more to himself than Anthony as he spread some on his fingers and began prepping him slowly with one then adding two more. When he was done he kissed the top of his penis affectionately and stood up, picking up Anthony’s legs and aligning himself with him. “Alright, pushing in now…” He whispered as he slid in slowly, looking at Anthony while getting a firm grip on his legs. Anthony’s breath caught in his throat as Ian went deeper within him. “How’s that,” he mumbled to his partner. Anthony nodded with a slight visible strain in his eyes. Ian pulled out most of the way then pushed back in. His heart was already racing and he was sure Anthony’s was too. Anthony clutched the sides of the table so he wouldn’t slide off as Ian began to thrust a little quicker. He had a pretty firm grip on Anthony’s legs and pulled him close so he didn’t slide off either. Beads of perspiration began forming above his brow and dripped down onto Anthony below as he continued to thrust forcefully into him. The feeling coursing through the blue eyed boy were anything short from astounding as though his sexual energy was amplified by everything from the cock ring to the alcohol, the euphoric feeling brought on by the weed in his system and most especially to the feel of Anthony around his cock.
His mangled breaths hot and heavy in the thick air. His sticky hair covered body writhing in pleasure beneath him as his mouth-god his lips were fucking gorgeous-hung open letting out desperate whimpers and gasps that seemed to fuel Ian’s desires even more. Even the way his hair began sticking to the side of his head and flying in his eyes was the most incredibly sexy thing Ian had seen. Anthony himself was in his own state of bliss from Ian’s actions. He felt the need to try and buck his hips toward Ian more so he could hit that really sensitive spot within but was growing frustrated when he couldn’t. “Ian… please… harder… fuck me,” was all he could say hoping Ian would find it. Ian repositioned around a bit while thrusting and in that second finally slammed into him at just the right angle making Anthony dig his nails into the table ledges firmly turning his knuckles white and sending him into a louder than he could have ever anticipated groan of contentment. Ian continuously began aiming for the pleasure point sending Anthony almost over the edge and making him writhe beneath him. What really did it though was when he grasped his cock and started pumping fast trying to match the thrusts sloppily since he had to let go several times.
When he let go completely and began urgently thrusting as fast as humanly possible, Anthony knew he was just about ready for release. Ian slammed in three more times, all the while hollering profanities, and slowed as his trembling body began filling the condom while he slowly pulled out. He grasped Anthony’s dick, not forgetting about his need and pumped furiously, making Anthony gasp out “Ian…fuck! Ah!” Then in a matter of seconds Anthony’s cock began to twitch and sputter over Ian’s hands and his nude toned body leaving glistening white trails over the both of them. Ian slid off the used condom from his softening dick and tossed it aside and rolled the ring off as well. He collapsed on the floor and lay motionless save the fast rise and fall of his chest. Anthony perched himself up on the table ledge and his sweaty hands carelessly flopped to his own penis to remove the ring tiredly. He fell to the floor next to Ian and Ian finally moved to look at him.
“I don’t wanna sleep on the floor. Goddammit!” He whined as he stared straight ahead into the blue abysses in front of him.
“I think there’s a couch in the other room,” he suggested.
“Dammit,” Anthony mumbled.
“What?”
“Why didn’t we fuck on the couch then? My back’s killing me from that table.”
Ian looked at him and did a half smile. “I just wanted some hot table sex. Is that so much to ask?”
“Yeah, it is!” Anthony retorted.
Ian shrugged and grinned with wide eyes that made it seem like he really didn’t give a fuck. “We’re not sleeping on the couch.”
Anthony was shocked by his remark. “Fuck you! I’m sleeping on it, dickwad!” he said in irritation as he got up. Ian grabbed onto him and made him pause. “What, Ian?” he asked crossly.
“Wait,” he pled. Anthony waited for him to explain himself. He still felt good from the sex but right now all he wanted to do was pass the fuck out. “I have an idea. Let’s call a cab to take us to a hotel. Please? I’ll pay. I just wanna…” he trailed off.
“You wanna…?”
“I wanna wake up with you. Come on, man. I…” He stood up and began kissing him. “I love you, Anthony,” he whispered as he pulled slightly away but close enough to rest his forehead on his. Anthony smiled and snickered as he pulled him into another deep kiss, wrapping his arms around him and humming into the kiss happily.
“Alright. Let’s get some of this cleaned up before they freak out tomorrow and get dressed,” Anthony murmured as he played with Ian’s hair.
“Hey,” Ian began as his azure eyes delved into his brown irises.
“Hmmm?”
“I get to fuck you in the morning too,” he said sweetly.
Anthony smiled “Hmph. Sure, dude.”
“I fucking love you,” Ian grinned.
“You only love my dick.”
Ian shrugged. “True.”
Anthony chuckled and the two young men continued their playfully affectionate taunting the rest of the evening knowing full well they’ll be in each others arms the next morning.
Anthony looked up with a wicked smile and agreed. "Yep. Loser has to suck the other's dick."
Ian smiled as the words left Anthony's mouth. "Sweet." Ian looked over to the screen and smirked. "Better get your Chapstick out, bitch!"
"Oh I'm gonna get a stick out alright, so you can suck it dry!" Anthony smirked back as he held the Wii U controller in hand.
The two boys sat together in the Smosh Games studio with every luxury needed to make it a perfect, relaxing night after filming the latest episode of Gametime. They had made sure everyone had left before getting everything out. Ian had called in an order for pizza and Anthony had emptied out the contents of his backpack onto the table.
Ian ogled at the items strewn across the table in delight. A green and blue swirled glass pipe, a bag of hash, some ribbed for her pleasure lubricated condoms, a bag of Doritos, a bottle of Absolute Vodka, a lighter, and of course a tube of his favorite pink bubblegum flavored lube.
"We'll see about that," Ian grinned as he started the game. "Just remember, when I get off in your mouth you have to swallow it all," he said while licking his lips.
"Ahem. I think you mean when I get off in your mouth," Anthony corrected.
"Yeah, whatever bitch!" Ian shot back. Anthony scoffed and they began their game Call of Duty.
The duo got in a good ten minutes of gameplay before a kill was finally made. "Fuck!" Ian yelled as his character was gunned down mercilessly.
Anthony looked over at him with a smirk and held out the vodka bottle. "You know the rules: get gunned, take a drink!"
Ian snatched the bottle out of his hand. "Yeah, yeah." He took a swig then slammed it onto the table. "God damn, that shit's strong!" He scrunched his face as the harsh liquid went down his throat like pure rubbing alcohol on fire. He shook his face and stuck out his pink tongue in disgust. Anthony jeered then shoved him. "Come on, dickwad. You're holding up the game!"
Ian glared at him and wiped away at his stubble in annoyance. "Shut your mouth-hole!" He picked up the controller and began to play some more. The next few minutes went by with nothing much happening aside from Anthony accusing Ian of camping in one area and ridicule over having the bigger gun and thus penis size but ultimately Ian won the second round.
"HAAAAA!" The bearded bowl-haired brunette yelled, springing out of his seat and shaking his ass in Anthony's face. "Take that," -he turned his head dramatically- "SUCKA!"
Anthony grumbled as he slowly picked up and brought the bottle of vodka to his lips. Ian began stuffing his face with Doritos as he watched Anthony's painfully sweet face contort with displeasure as the alcohol ran down his throat. He gasped for breath as the bottle left his mouth and was placed back in the center of the table next to the lube. "They don't fuck around with their vodka," Anthony mumbled while helping himself to some of the Doritos Ian was eating. "Wish I had a chaser," he continued to mumble to himself, then he noticed Ian was staring at him with a seductive grin. He knew exactly what Ian wanted but said "What?" in his flattest, most sarcastic voice possible.
"Oh, just picturing those hot fucking lips of yours wrapped around my dick's making me wanna jizz already," he purred in a low voice. It was meant to be insulting but Anthony still couldn't control the thrill Ian's words sent coursing throughout his body.
"Maybe you should wipe the crumbs off your face first. I don't want orange cheese powder all over my cock," Anthony tried to smirk back.
Ian moved up close meeting his eyes with a devilish glint. "We'll see about that," he whispered then lightly grazed his fingertips over the growing bulge in Anthony's jeans causing him to shudder from the surprise sudden contact. Ian laughed and fell back with a bounce, picking up his controller and continuing the game. Anthony almost swore that smirk didn't leave his face the whole time, and was a little upset things ended there just as they were heating up.
He did feel his confidence come back however when he realized he could be in control if he won. He smirked to himself thinking about Ian below him, stimulating him with his tongue and lips while he ran his hand through his soft brown hair, gripping it just as he climaxed. Anthony sat upright in his seat as he held the controller firmly. "Alright prick-licker, you're going down. Literally. On me! Because you're gonna lose-"
Ian suddenly laughed and cheered, interrupting Anthony’s competitive speech. "Wait! What the fu-?! Oh, God-dammit!" Ian stood up and danced as both watched Anthony's character get killed yet again because he wasn't paying attention. "You asshole! You mother-fucking asshole!" Ian stuck out his tongue and danced again, humping the air.
"Drink up, Anthony!" he sweetly mocked to his face.
"Fucking cheater," the taller boy muttered as he took another drink of the biting liquid.
Ian grinned then reached over to the table. "You seem tense, Anthony. I think we need a little...smoke break," he suggested while reaching for the pipe and the lighter. "I like the sound of that," Anthony grinned widely as he watched Ian pull a baggie from his black leather jacket. "This game's pissing me off too much. Or better, you’re pissing me off."
"Bitch and moan, that's all you do," Ian grumbled as he packed the weed into the tiny bowl. He pulled out his lighter and his fingers did a quick test flick. Satisfied with the results, he lit up the pipe and took the first hit, holding it in his lungs momentarily before releasing it.
"Here," he smiled warmly as he passed Anthony the two desired objects. The tingly, relaxing feeling instantly overcame him coursing through his body and down to his still slightly erect member from the teasing session just moments ago. It was relaxing and therapeutic in a way. They passed each other the pipe for a while just mellowing out from the intense violent game and talked about work for a bit. Just then Ian's phone went off and he answered while Anthony lit up. Anthony relaxed as much as he could in the shoddy red theatre seat and momentarily wished they'd gotten bean bag chairs or a couch for the game room instead. He took another drag as he waited. "Who was that?" he breathed out then coughed slightly as Ian as he hung up.
"Pizza guy's outside. Got any cash on you?" Anthony took out a crumpled $10 bill out of his back pocket and tossed it into Ian's hands. He was glad the pizza guy showed up because he was already feeling the munchies coming on. He watched as Ian stumbled to the door in a comical fashion and laughed to himself. Then his eyes fell to the bottle sitting on the table top and he began to think.
Hmm. Maybe I can just...before he gets back… He took swig from the bottle before Ian returned with the large hot pepperoni pizza in hand. Already he felt he buzz from the alcohol start going into effect in addition to the puff he took when Ian was gone. He knew he shouldn’t mix the two but fuck the consequences. That’s future Anthony’s problem now.
"Hey...!" Anthony began but stopped mid-sentence. "What?" Ian smiled while setting the box on the table and slumping down lazily. Anthony eyes were transfixed on Ian then grew wide with a horrified look.
Ian's smile fell. "W-what's wrong, dude? Anthony what is it?" Ian was beginning to panic as Anthony continued to stare in sock then slowly brought a shaking finger up pointing to him. Ian’s heart began to race and he started swatting his clothes and ruffling his hair.
"THERE'S A FUCKING SPIDER ON ME, ISN'T THERE?!" Ian shot up from the seat like a bullet flailing and sweeping his clothes and hair when Anthony spontaneously began laughing hysterically at him. Then Ian realized what had happened and had a look in his eyes that screamed bloody murder directed right toward him.
"Y-your face!" Anthony laughed. "Your fucking face was priceless!" He had to clutch his side from the laughter and almost fell over in his seat. "You...you're such a fuckin-AGH!" Anthony yelled out as he felt a dead weight land heavily on his torso. "Ian, Ian! It was a joke!"
Ian pressed his forehead against his so the fiery blue glare beamed directly into his now startled brown ones.
"Hey, Anthony. I have an idea..." he murmured with a glint in his eye so sinfully evil Anthony suddenly felt himself shudder in a cold sweat. "Let's liven things up a bit, Ant, old buddy. Yeah... How about the winner," his eyes glanced to the direction of the game for half a second, "of the next round not only has to give the other head, but can do anything- and you better fucking believe me when I say anything- he wants to the other. No exceptions. No going back, no matter how sick, twisted, and fucked-up that desire may be. A joker card for all your filthiest fantasies for one night." He growled out the proposition in a thick sultry voice that practically made Anthony's skin crawl. Just what sick twisted things did he have in mind? Ian awaited his reply but after the shocked, speechless moment of absorbing this sudden proposal, his cerulean blue eyes flicked shut as he grinned and turned away.
"What d'ya say, Ant-Tony? Wanna go for it, or are you gonna pussy out like the little bitch you are?"
Driven by an alcohol and weed induced surge of overconfidence, he almost startled himself when he yelled back to the pale, wispy face two inches away from his own, "You're on!"
Ian cackled at his own energy and flew back onto the seat next to Anthony and grabbing the controller.
"Oh, oh. Wait a minute," Ian said before he started the game. He took one more hit from his pipe, holding the smoke in his lungs and slowly breathing out. Anthony couldn't help but watch him the entire time with inquisitive eyes. For some reason just watching Ian place his moist, rosy lips on the end of the aquamarine glass pipe as he flicked the lighter with his brow furrowing in full concentration caused him to feel the sudden urge to slam him against the nearest wall and start furiously invading his mouth with his tongue while grinding against his hips. The very idea of Ian helplessly trapped with him in total control sent a thrilling surge of arousal throughout his body and he began feeling his pants getting tighter.
"Alright. I'm ready," Ian said with an air of confidence. He turned and saw Anthony's eyes locked on him with a lusty gaze and flushed. "What?"
He snapped out of it with an embarrassed laugh and turned back to the game. "N-nothing. Let's play!" Ian gave him a befuddled look then shrugged. "Alright!"
The last game seemed to last a lot longer than their other ones and after a few slices of pizza, Ian finally made the winning shot just as Anthony's character tried to reload. Anthony expected him to jump up and start his usual gloating dance but instead he just turned to Anthony with the biggest smirk on his face he had ever seen on his pale scruffy face.
"Hey," Ian whispered in a sexy mumble.
"I know, I know..."
"You know the deal."
"Yeah..."
“First off we finish smoking this bowl and you take another, no, three shots. Right now."
Three shots?!?
Ian grinned maliciously and Anthony did as he was told now that he was under the complete command of his guyfriend's will.
So glad I at least get to smoke more weed before the real punishment starts. Anthony thought happily.
"You got it, dude," Anthony grinned while doing his best Olsen twin impression. They finished the rest of the bowl as quickly as there wasn’t much left and Anthony grudgingly took his three shots. Ian smiled and began stroking his facial hair. "Hmm. Okay. Now that you’re confident enough…”
Confident? Anthony thought with a smirk. “Fuck, I can’t even hold m’ own footing, I mean… feeting?” Anthony slurred with a laugh as he stumbled around and dug into the pizza box to satisfy his craving for greasy oily cheese. Ian grinned as he watched the intoxicated YouTuber pick up a layer of cheese from a slice and shove the whole thing in his mouth in one go. “Okay, okay. Whatever dude. Okay.” He had to pause to laugh. “I want yoooou… to sing for me..."
Fuckin’ sing? Dude, that's a lame punishment. Kind of weird. Whoa. Vertigo. Anthony’s thoughts were scattered and he picked up the tiny white plastic table that came on the center of the pizza and licked the sauce covered table legs.
"...While giving me a sexy lapdance. Hey! Are you even listening to me?”
“Lapdance, got it!” Anthony drunkenly hobbled then jumped in front of Ian and began pulling his plaid shirt off over his head, forgetting it was a button up. “No! I said SEXY!” Ian laughed and Anthony stopped with a shocked look on his face then yelled back unnecessarily “OH SHIT!” which in turn made Ian laugh harder at how dramatic he yelled.
Anthony swiveled around, rocking his hips in front of his seated lover and began dancing while singing “Friday” by Rebecca Black.
“Are you kidding me right now?!” Ian asked in disbelief as Anthony shook his ass in his face.
“It’s Friday! Friday! Gotta get down on Friday!” Anthony bubbled in a flamboyant voice. He swiveled his hips and slapped his tight-jeaned ass, leaving his hands on his hips then slowly moving them up to lift his shirt slightly and exposing his tantalizing tanned skin. Ian’s eyes grew wide and he licked his lips as Anthony began dancing a little more seductively; at least enough to arouse Ian a little further. Anthony’s hips rocked to the rhythm of his own music as his hands slowly slithered up his body and digging into his now messy brown hair as he ruffled it up and growled alluringly like a panther eyeing its prey.
The low sultry growl instantly sent a sweeping shiver of arousal through Ian’s body but he quickly became irritated when Anthony interrupted with that stupid song again.
“Frid-”
“Fucking, stop singing and talk dirty to me,” Ian growled suddenly. Anthony swished back apologetically and faced him while unbuttoning his red flannel shirt. “Sorry, babe. Sometimes I get carried away,” he apologized in a low voice. “Kind of like when I’m fucking you hard against the hood of your car and you can’t control your orgasm, then your warm, sticky cum sputters out all over the both of us making a hot mess.” Ian nearly chocked at his words and his mind quickly raced to that humid, drunken night in the garage during the hottest damn Californian summer where the two men feverously gasped and grunted as their fingers clamped into a tight grip onto each other’s perspired hips and continuously slammed into each other like the whole world was fucking ending and he swore he felt his dick become even harder now than the last time they fucked.
Ian’s cock pulsed with an almost persistent urgency as the vivid memory melded with the sexually arousing erotic dance Anthony was staging in front of him. Time seemed to slow to a more fluid feel and the tingly numbness of the alcohol began nestling itself throughout his slowly reddening cheeks and body. The more intoxicated of the two began unbuttoning his crimson plaid shirt with a dark gleam in his eyes. His legs had now enclosed Ian into the unchaste seat and he began thrusting his pelvis in slow rhythmic movements directly in front of his overly excited partner’s face. Ian sat wide eyed and breathless as Anthony’s dark brown eyes flickered closed and he removed his shirt, tossing it aside to reveal a half-toned chest that just screamed at Ian to be touched.
“Anthony…” Ian barely managed to get out in a strangled whimper. His pants were a binding prison from hell, waiting to be strung across the floor with Anthony’s discarded shirt.
“Yes?” Anthony replied as he worked on his belt and zipper.
Nervous energy coursed through him but his lust soon overcame it. “Strip off the rest of your clothes fast and lay down.”
Anthony paused for a moment before agreeing and eyed him as though trying to see into Ian’s mind then he carelessly tossed aside his jeans and boxers into a pile and lied down on his back. Ian quickly stood up and stripped off his own clothing and Anthony saw him reach back for the bottle of vodka on the counter.
Ian noticed from the corner of his eye as he was getting the glass bottle the full girth of Anthony’s erection. Anthony’s right hand rested softly over his stomach as he waited, inching its way further and further hoping Ian didn’t notice, but he did.
“Hey. Hold still. This might be a little cold at first.”
Anthony couldn’t help but think of a snappy comeback. “Why? Is your dick frozen?” He laughed.
Ian looked down as if to check and shook his head after only seeing his own lengthy erection. “No, no. Just move your hands from your chest and stuff, dude.” Anthony obeyed continued to lie on his back completely baffled as to what Ian’s plan exactly was. “Okay.” Ian twisted off the black bottle top and began bringing it closer to Anthony’s flat stomach.
“W-wait! The fuck are you doing?” Anthony stuttered as his eyes locked onto the glass bottle in his partner’s hand.
“Just-just hold still and suck in your stomach,” Ian nervously ordered.
“Ian, this is weird…!” Anthony began to protest.
“Now! Anthony!” he suddenly ground out but added a less aggressive “please?” at the end.
The shirtless twenty five year old nervously held his breath and did as he was told, clenching his worried brown eyes shut, but still feeling aroused. He tried to get his mind straightened out as best as any drunk guy could while he waited until he loudly gasped and yelped when he felt a strange wet sensation pooling above his belly button. His eyes shot open and he looked down to see Ian pouring a small amount of vodka in the well of his stomach.
“Ian, what the fuck…?!” Anthony cried out while still maintaining his position.
“I’m doing body shots off of you! Hold still!” Ian said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Idiot! You’re supposed to pour the shot in a glass and set it on my stomach ‘n drink it not pour it on my stomach!”
Ian looked perplexed at Anthony’s words. “But…but then how am I supposed to lick your navel after I drink?”
Anthony opened his mouth to reply but froze.
…Lick…Navel…
A shudder of arousal swept through him. Ian didn’t know about his navel fetish, did he?
“Fine, I’ll go find a friggin’ cup or something…” Ian began.
“N-NO!” Anthony suddenly squeaked then cleared his throat. “I mean, you might as well just go with your plan since you already started…” he mumbled, trying to play it cool so he would continue.
Ian’s face glimmered as he licked his lips and looked down at the small pool of liquor in front of him. “Heh, alright then. If you say so.” Anthony let out a small sigh of relief.
Ian fell to his knees, placing his hands in front of him and began lapping at the acrid substance. He felt Ian’s tongue brush up once against his skin and shivered. The second and third time he let out a tiny gasp and felt a sudden increased of blood flowing down to his rapidly heating crotch. The blue eyed boy looked up and smiled. “Enjoying this, I see,” he grinned. Anthony’s face flushed an even deeper shade and he nodded with a lustful gaze. Ian lapped up most of the liquid and ran his soft pink tongue across Anthony’s stomach causing Anthony to twitch beneath him and moan. He began planting soft kisses above his navel then sucked on his firm skin, leaving small red welts that would serve as reminders in the coming days of their little drunken escapade. Ian slid his tongue up his chest and carefully placed his lips on Anthony’s nipple, licking and suckling on and around it.
Anthony panted with a lustful gaze and threw his arm around Ian’s back, pulling him close to his face. “Ian… kiss me.”
His bright half lidded blue eyes looked back at him with want and desire.
“No.”
Anthony looked shocked but Ian was smiling. “You have to take orders from me, remember?”
“Not really. I’ll still drunk and high,” he grinned back. “I still wanna kiss you though…”
Ian laughed a little but his face grew serious again. “I’m serious. Listen. I know the bet was a blow job from the loser but dammit if I want your cock in my mouth so fucking bad right now. Let’s just fucking blow each other. Right now.”
Anthony looked down at the floor and agreed to with a small voice. “Okay.”
Ian’s lip curved at his reply and he grasped the lube tube from the table, spreading a small amount on his hand. “Want some?” Anthony nodded and they both began spreading the bubblegum flavored lube on their dicks. Anthony was taking in the feeling of finally being able to touch himself after so much restraint but he had to stop before he got carried away from the pleasure this simple act was starting to bring. Suddenly Ian cut into his thoughts with “Let’s make our joysticks taste better!”
“Dude, did you really just call your dick a joystick? I mean, really?!” Ian shrugged and smiled then grabbed his shirt from nearby to wipe off his hands. “Sick dude. You’re gonna have to wear that when we leave tomorrow morning,” Anthony said in disgust.
“Like I give a shit,” he scoffed, carelessly tossing the shirt to the side. Ian climbed on top of Anthony and positioned himself so his face was hovering above Anthony’s dick and vice versa. He didn’t even ask if Anthony was ready. He was too aroused to care at the moment, bringing his mouth over the top and hurriedly taking in the head which surprised Anthony into almost forgetting to begin himself. Ian swirled his tongue around the tip of the thick length and began to giggle-hum from the sensation he was getting from Anthony’s tongue gliding up and around the base and shaft. He flattened his tongue firmly against Anthony’s cock and began sucking harder as he moved up and down. Anthony’s moan sent a humming vibration through Ian’s cock that in turn almost sent him over the edge.
He felt himself beginning to reach that point quickly as well, and as much fun as foreplay was, he didn’t want it all to end so soon.
“Okay okay, stop,” Ian suddenly gasped as he released Anthony’s cock from his mouth. Anthony allowed Ian’s dick to fall out and swing above his face as a string of glossy precum remained connecting the tip with his mouth. Ian rolled off him and sat for a moment with his knees bent. Both were catching their breath as their hearts raced and both still lusting for more. He turned to a perspiring gasping Anthony on his right and smiled, showing off his adorable little incisors in his grin. “Clear off the table.” Anthony looked over to the table littered with food, drug paraphernalia, and questionable sexual items and brought himself up to clear it off.
“Now what?” he asked as he moved everything to the ground and seats.
“Now I get to fuck you.”
Ian smacked his ass causing him to yelp and began attacking his mouth with his own, forcing his tongue to slide in and play with Anthony’s, all the while lowering him to a sitting position on the table. His hands dug through his hair and he allowed his thigh to brush against Anthony’s dick as if teasing him first. Anthony squirmed and tried to make more contact with Ian’s thigh but Ian kept pulling himself away as he smiled into the kiss. “Nu-uh. Just wait. I have a present for you,” Ian smiled as he stood up and hurried over to his bag.
Anthony looked on curiously. “What is it?” he asked leaning over to see in the bag. Ian pulled out a small bag and took out its contents.
“Look,” he said with a glint in his eye as he held up three silicone rings.
“No fucking way, dude.” Anthony was beaming at the red, yellow, and black rings in Ian’s hands.
“I wanted to try them out. Here,” he said handing Anthony one of the rings. “Just slip it around your dick.”
“I figured as much,” Anthony tried to say sarcastically but he was too happy to convey it that way. He slid the yellow cock ring over his penis and watched as Ian did the same only he also was covering his with the condom from earlier. “The cashier winked at me when I bought the condoms the other day. Heh. Little did she know it was for butt sex with you,” Anthony giggled. Ian laughed out loud.
“Bet she wanted you to tear up her lady parts real good,” Ian growled creepily making Anthony laugh harder.
“Yeah, she wanted it bad. I even flipped my hair back at her before I walked away.”
Ian burst out laughing as he finished wrapping his dick. “You dirty little slut!” Anthony just shrugged and smiled at Ian’s light hearted insult.
“What can I say? The ladies love me.”
“Yeah. All they want is this.” Ian breathed as he grabbed Anthony’s dick making him gasp, which in turn made Ian grin widely. His dick felt even more sensitive with the ring in place and he couldn’t help but place a shaky hand on Ian’s arm as though silently pleading to him. Ian seemed to get the message, leaning down and kissing him, softly at first then deeply with more passion. Ian pushed him gently so he was leaning with his back on the table. He got in the space between his legs and kneeled down between them with the lube from earlier in hand. “Okay,” he whispered more to himself than Anthony as he spread some on his fingers and began prepping him slowly with one then adding two more. When he was done he kissed the top of his penis affectionately and stood up, picking up Anthony’s legs and aligning himself with him. “Alright, pushing in now…” He whispered as he slid in slowly, looking at Anthony while getting a firm grip on his legs. Anthony’s breath caught in his throat as Ian went deeper within him. “How’s that,” he mumbled to his partner. Anthony nodded with a slight visible strain in his eyes. Ian pulled out most of the way then pushed back in. His heart was already racing and he was sure Anthony’s was too. Anthony clutched the sides of the table so he wouldn’t slide off as Ian began to thrust a little quicker. He had a pretty firm grip on Anthony’s legs and pulled him close so he didn’t slide off either. Beads of perspiration began forming above his brow and dripped down onto Anthony below as he continued to thrust forcefully into him. The feeling coursing through the blue eyed boy were anything short from astounding as though his sexual energy was amplified by everything from the cock ring to the alcohol, the euphoric feeling brought on by the weed in his system and most especially to the feel of Anthony around his cock.
His mangled breaths hot and heavy in the thick air. His sticky hair covered body writhing in pleasure beneath him as his mouth-god his lips were fucking gorgeous-hung open letting out desperate whimpers and gasps that seemed to fuel Ian’s desires even more. Even the way his hair began sticking to the side of his head and flying in his eyes was the most incredibly sexy thing Ian had seen. Anthony himself was in his own state of bliss from Ian’s actions. He felt the need to try and buck his hips toward Ian more so he could hit that really sensitive spot within but was growing frustrated when he couldn’t. “Ian… please… harder… fuck me,” was all he could say hoping Ian would find it. Ian repositioned around a bit while thrusting and in that second finally slammed into him at just the right angle making Anthony dig his nails into the table ledges firmly turning his knuckles white and sending him into a louder than he could have ever anticipated groan of contentment. Ian continuously began aiming for the pleasure point sending Anthony almost over the edge and making him writhe beneath him. What really did it though was when he grasped his cock and started pumping fast trying to match the thrusts sloppily since he had to let go several times.
When he let go completely and began urgently thrusting as fast as humanly possible, Anthony knew he was just about ready for release. Ian slammed in three more times, all the while hollering profanities, and slowed as his trembling body began filling the condom while he slowly pulled out. He grasped Anthony’s dick, not forgetting about his need and pumped furiously, making Anthony gasp out “Ian…fuck! Ah!” Then in a matter of seconds Anthony’s cock began to twitch and sputter over Ian’s hands and his nude toned body leaving glistening white trails over the both of them. Ian slid off the used condom from his softening dick and tossed it aside and rolled the ring off as well. He collapsed on the floor and lay motionless save the fast rise and fall of his chest. Anthony perched himself up on the table ledge and his sweaty hands carelessly flopped to his own penis to remove the ring tiredly. He fell to the floor next to Ian and Ian finally moved to look at him.
“I don’t wanna sleep on the floor. Goddammit!” He whined as he stared straight ahead into the blue abysses in front of him.
“I think there’s a couch in the other room,” he suggested.
“Dammit,” Anthony mumbled.
“What?”
“Why didn’t we fuck on the couch then? My back’s killing me from that table.”
Ian looked at him and did a half smile. “I just wanted some hot table sex. Is that so much to ask?”
“Yeah, it is!” Anthony retorted.
Ian shrugged and grinned with wide eyes that made it seem like he really didn’t give a fuck. “We’re not sleeping on the couch.”
Anthony was shocked by his remark. “Fuck you! I’m sleeping on it, dickwad!” he said in irritation as he got up. Ian grabbed onto him and made him pause. “What, Ian?” he asked crossly.
“Wait,” he pled. Anthony waited for him to explain himself. He still felt good from the sex but right now all he wanted to do was pass the fuck out. “I have an idea. Let’s call a cab to take us to a hotel. Please? I’ll pay. I just wanna…” he trailed off.
“You wanna…?”
“I wanna wake up with you. Come on, man. I…” He stood up and began kissing him. “I love you, Anthony,” he whispered as he pulled slightly away but close enough to rest his forehead on his. Anthony smiled and snickered as he pulled him into another deep kiss, wrapping his arms around him and humming into the kiss happily.
“Alright. Let’s get some of this cleaned up before they freak out tomorrow and get dressed,” Anthony murmured as he played with Ian’s hair.
“Hey,” Ian began as his azure eyes delved into his brown irises.
“Hmmm?”
“I get to fuck you in the morning too,” he said sweetly.
Anthony smiled “Hmph. Sure, dude.”
“I fucking love you,” Ian grinned.
“You only love my dick.”
Ian shrugged. “True.”
Anthony chuckled and the two young men continued their playfully affectionate taunting the rest of the evening knowing full well they’ll be in each others arms the next morning.