An interesting thing happened to Melissa the other day. The twenty-six-year old had just gotten adjusted to living with her new husband Paul in a nice three-bedroom home on the outskirts of the city, away from the cold, uninviting grittiness she’d come to associate with such a place in the past. That didn’t necessarily mean she’d lived ( Read more... )

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It was during lunch when Ian first saw it. Anthony walked into the kitchen where Ian was and it was then that he noticed how Anthony walked. Different from how he used to, like he was more careful... or constipated. They finished up eating the last of their Chipotle and Ian said there was cake the neighbor brought over in the fridge they could have ( Read more... )

Ian made his way into the kitchen. It was already 3am but he couldn't sleep and it was hotter than hell in the Smosh house. Just as he raised his hand to turn on the light switch he felt a warmth clasp his hand. "Ian..." the voice from the darkness whispered. Ian gasped a bit and felt the hand on his own slide up his arm and up to his bare chest ( Read more... )

Anthony lay in his cold bed, alone, just looking across to an empty corner then shutting his eyes to sleep again, but to no avail. He breathed a soft sigh and pressed his lips inward, trying to allow sleep to overcome him, but his stomach churned and his mind wouldn't shut off. This wasn't unusual for him. An overwhelming feeling of emptiness ( Read more... )

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... )

It was a pretty tough pill to swallow.

Ian didn't even bother trying.

Chapter 1: DenialIan scratched his head with his pencil as his pale blue eyes glared down at his textbook. He then glanced over to his assignment and realized he hadn't even finished the first sentence on number one. "God, I frickin' hate word problems," he muttered, flipping ( Read more... )

Ian thought back to those days of confusion and emotional suppression with mixed emotions. High school hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park, but he and Anthony had finally hit it big when one of their videos had gone viral like they had never expected, the results of which had, in turn, left him feeling exhilarated and accomplished for once in ( Read more... )

It was another slow Tuesday afternoon with both of the lovers being bored to death. While Ian was watching re-runs of TV episodes, Anthony was scrolling through old videos to see what he can delete. As he was periodically deleting more and more footage, something caught his eye.

Huh? What's this? He thought as he stared at an abandoned folder ( Read more... )

It was such a warm and pleasant feeling being entwined beneath the sheets with his lover. The bright shining rays of the new morning light glistening through the blinds onto her body nestled next to his and piercing through his eyelids in an almost fruitless attempt at waking him up. He felt her rustle beneath his arms and without breaking his need ( Read more... )