Ian slipped into the covers, the room darkened with only the dim lighting of the moon shining through his window. He heaved a breathy sigh as his eyes, resting on the digital clock reading 11:03, began to close and he thought about the things that happened throughout that day. The way Anthony's hand brushed against his arm, the way he laughed at ( Read more... )

High above in the hills of Sacramento's forest covered peaks one Valentine's Day evening, Ian and Anthony had decided to take a spontaneous trip to one of the hills by car, one that was high enough to get a surprisingly clear overview of nature and part of the city. Ian had said he wanted to scope out the area for a possible future video ( Read more... )

Ian slammed Anthony against the wall, kissing him hard. “Mmmm…” he moaned as his fingers gently traced along his bare sides. His mouth was pressed against Anthony’s in a domineering stance as he struggled to gain control over his video partner. “Fuuuuuck, Anthony,” he managed to get out when his lips parted from his chocolate eyed companions. “I’m ( Read more... )

Anthony swung his arm back and forth like a crazed pirate singing a drunken jig. "Finding Twitter questions, finding Twitter questions. SmoshySilvi says 'Play the The Pocky Game!' I don't even know what that is, do you?" Anthony asked looking to Ian for answers. Unfortunately Ian was just as dumbfounded as him. "No clue, but I do have some Pocky ( Read more... )

Ian's face was covered with a deliciously rich dark chocolate icing along with a couple of comically placed letters on each side of his cheeks. Anthony marveled at the deliciously decadent fudge frosting and licked his lips hungrily. He secretly wished he had written the script a little differently so he could get at least one teeny bite of the ( Read more... )

He knew it was wrong. God, did he know it was wrong but sometimes he just couldn't help himself. It was this sick, lustful, crazy sex drive of his that drove him insane with desire and made him do this horribly perverse act every other night.

The very idea of what he was doing both repulsed him and enticed him every time, not to mention the fact ( Read more... )

A cool crisp October wind swept through the orange and yellow tinted leaves that crunched beneath their feet as the two boys took their yearly visit to the fall festival at the Sacramento City Park. It was a bit more of a drive than their usual park where so many memories of shooting took place but this one held a special type of meaning to the duo ( Read more... )

»Warnings: Language, violence, bromantic Ianthitic sexual tension but no actual pairing.

"Anthony! Anthony!"

Anthony rushed out of his room, following the voice calling him from his friend's room.

"What is it, Ian? Did you finally give up on your quest to find a girlfriend?"

Ian glared at him.

"No," Ian answered bitterly, then resumed his hyped mood ( Read more... )

"You know what you should do?" Melanie asked with a giggle. "You should pretend to wear the hat!"

Ian looked at the bronze statue in the park of the overly cheerful man holding out his hat on one hand. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"Okay!"

Melanie laughed. "Ian, don't! You'll get us in trouble!" Ian gave her a mischievous smirk and hopped in ( Read more... )