Ianthony drabbles~
Pairing(s): Ian/Anthony
Rating: PG
Warnings: Hints of depressed!Ian
A/N: I feel bad for my lack of Ianthony-related fanfic/fanart. So, here's a few drabbles I've written. :)
Blue
Anthony blinks, eyes adjusting to the bright indirect sunlight. He admires the crystal clear, cloudless sky, and its vast, vibrant blue color. Sighing, he walks back inside the shaded house, prepared for another long editing session that would, most likely, last well into the evening. Ian looks up at him as he enters the computer room, obviously just recovering from laughing at some funny clip of them from their filming session. “Hey,” he chuckles. His smile is contagious, and Anthony can’t help but grin back as he takes the seat right beside his best friend. Meeting Ian’s bright, blue eyes, still glinting with mirth, he suddenly doesn’t miss the sky anymore.
Massage
“Please?” Anthony tried once again. “I need to practice for health class anyway…” Ian frowned, still hesitant. His back and leg muscles throbbed once again, still worn out from cross country practice that afternoon. He bit back a childish whine. Because, honestly, a massage sounded perfect to him at the moment. Ian just wished that it was a hot girl that was offering him the massage, not his best friend. He sighed. “Fine...” Tentatively, he stripped his shirt off and lied down on his stomach on Anthony’s bed. Despite the initial awkwardness and Anthony’s inexperienced kneading, Ian decided that the massage turned out to be not that bad at all.
Aware
“I’m alright,” Ian answered swiftly. Not knowing what else to say, Anthony nodded silently. He didn’t move as Ian turned and made his way down the dark hallway to his room. Despite his back being turned, Anthony’s ears still picked up every rustle of baggy clothing, every little “thump” of Ian’s steps, and he was sure that Ian’s feet were dragging slightly along the carpet. Even after Ian’s door had closed with a soft click, Anthony still listened intently, alert to his best friend’s movements. Well…if Ian said he was fine, then he was fine, he told himself. And even if he wasn’t, Ian would get through it himself somehow, eventually. Guys, even close friends like Ian and himself, just didn’t share things like this with each other, much less with anyone. After a few long minutes, Anthony tried to turn his attention back to his laptop
Barriers
Wordlessly, he shifted closer to his friend, and slowly snaked an arm around Ian’s shoulders, pulling him into a sideways embrace. He did this almost tentatively, as they rarely ever shared this type of contact with each other. Yet, seeing Ian in this state somehow gave his brain more than enough reason to lend a comforting ear and shoulder to his best friend. Still, he was more than ready to pull away if Ian felt too uncomfortable.
To his surprise, Ian leaned into the embrace, his head hovering slightly above Anthony’s shoulder. Anthony gave a small squeeze, and Ian let his head fall lightly onto his shoulder.
Whatever barriers Ian had put up seemed to dissipate and he turned his body even more towards Anthony’s, burying his face into his collarbone. The taller brunette stiffened, an abrupt feeling of unease washing over him. His straight- and society -wired subconscious told him to pull away, to put an acceptable distance between Ian and himself, before any misunderstandings or assumptions were made by others.
But, he pointed out to himself, nobody else was around. It was just him and Ian. Everything that happened between them, stayed between them, and will never leave the enclosing walls of their shared house unless they decided otherwise. So what was he worried about?
His arm twitched, ready to involuntarily pull back and away from Ian. However, a cool sensation on his shoulder made him pause.
Ian’s hair blocked his view, so he couldn’t see them, but he definitely felt them; small, gentle droplets that slowly dripped down from the bridge of Ian’s nose, onto his collarbone, and down his chest. Beneath his grip, Anthony felt Ian’s frame tremble slightly, as if his friend was desperately trying to hold back his tears, despite them having already escaped.
His arm twitched again. Though, this time, it was to draw Ian even closer to him. His head bent down, Ian’s hair brushing gently against his cheekbone, voice coming out in warm, soft breaths near Ian’s ear.
“S’okay…” he murmured.
Ian responded by shifting closer, wrapping his arms around his torso. And Anthony felt Ian’s body relax against his own, silent tears turning into soft sobs as fingertips pressed into his back.
He sighed, his hand rubbing Ian’s shoulder in a comforting gesture. He settled his body against Ian’s, making himself comfortable, not knowing how long Ian needed him, but willing to stay for however long that was.