The Last Golden Moment
summary: Ian and Anthony have a little fun after Lunchtime.
warnings: gay sex
rating: nc-17
previous chapters: nope, one shot.
Lunchtime ended, and Anthony shut off the camera, laughing at Ian's "talking ass." Ian stood straight and smiled at him slightly darkly, and Anthony immediately felt awkward. He shifted in his shorts.
"Well, I guess I'll start editing this." Anthony said, suddenly desperate to leave the room.
"No, let's hang out for awhile." Ian said, making eye contact with Anthony for far longer than necessary. He was clearly sending a signal, and Anthony blushed.
"No, I should probably-"
"There's no rush, Ant." Ian said, cutting him off. His grin was now obviously devious. "Come on."
He turned and walked to the couch, still wearing his short shorts. Anthony pointedly avoided staring. Ian sat, looked up to his friend, and beckoned him. Nervously, Anthony joined him on the couch, setting the camera on the coffee table. He looked over at Ian for a moment, then turned away when he found his friend staring at his face. His hands were shaking, and he was sweating lightly.
"Hot?" Ian asked him, and Anthony could here the pleasure in his voice. He loved tormenting his friend.
"N-no." Anthony stuttered, staring down at his hands folded in his lap.
Ian leaned toward Anthony, their legs touching. Anthony felt Ian's left hand touch his right thigh, so feather light that it was barely noticed. He could feel the heat radiating off of his friend, mere inches from his face. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he could just see his friend's silhouette.
Suddenly, he felt lips touch him, just beneath his jaw line. A light kiss, followed by another, then another, then too many to count. He was frozen in his seat. Soon, he felt teeth, nipping him harder and harder each time.
Anthony, formerly petrified, came to his senses. "Ian, stop." He slid away an inch or two.
The friend's face was a mix of determination and disappointment. "Why?" he quirked an eyebrow.
"We can't mess around like this anymore." Anthony said, testing his bravery. "I love Kalel."
"And I love Melanie." Ian said flatly.
"Then why are we doing this?" Anthony said in a quiet voice. He was still shaking a little, and he was sweating. Ian was doing the same, not out of nervousness, but out of anticipation. He knew he could get Anthony to do this.
"I want you." Ian said, fire in his eyes. He licked his lips quickly, and he noticed Anthony's eyes stare down at them. "Let me have you."
Anthony stared at him. He knew he had an erection from hearing Ian command him like that. There was no way he could resist.
"This is the last time." Anthony gave up, and Ian gave him a grim smile.
"Come on, then." He said, pulling off his shirt. Anthony stared, wide eyed, at Ian's pale skin.
"Not in here." He shook himself out of a slight trance. "Bedroom."
Ian smiled, glad for what he was about to do, and followed Anthony to his bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door, and watched Anthony take off his shirt.
"Now we're even." Anthony said, turning to him, and he could feel Ian's possessive look, almost like he owned him. He should've disliked it, should've been nervous, but he was turned on by Ian's demanding presence.
Ian approached him slowly, and took a moment to appreciate Anthony's body. Anthony did the same to his friend, marveling at his white chest and slightly protruding stomach (he had several times called Ian's chubby figure adorable). Suddenly, Ian stepped forward, grabbing his arms roughly. He pulled him into a passionate kiss, and Anthony grabbed at his waist. For a moment, their tongues battled for dominance, but Ian's won easily, and shoved itself far into Anthony's mouth.
They stood there for a moment, kissing heavily. Anthony had his hands crawling up and down Ian's back, and Ian had one hand on Anthony's arm, and the other tangled in his hair. Anthony was the first to release a moan of pleasure, feeling dizzy with excitement. Ian responded by pushing harder against him, their noticeable erections grinding together. Anthony moaned again, and Ian bit his lower lip.
Ian moved down to his friend's neck, leaving a trail of nips and bites that got more and more ferocious each time. He sucked at Anthony's throat, determined to elicit further moans from the man. He succeeded, and smiled into the lightly tanned skin that would surely be bruised the next day.
His hands slid down to the hem of Anthony's fantastic shorts, their thighs and cocks still pressed together. He took half a step back, then pulled down his friend's shorts to reveal tight black briefs that left little to the imagination.
He got on his knees, and slowly pulled down the underwear with his teeth, impressing his friend. Anthony's cock sprang out of his briefs, fully erect, and Ian immediately closed his mouth around it and deep throated him. Anthony groaned and pushed forward instinctively. He could feel his cock throbbing as Ian drew back, then forced it down his throat repeatedly.
Anthony continued to groan as he felt pressure in his cock, fearing he was about to come already. Just before he could, however, Ian stood up, and shoved Anthony onto the bed right behind them. He crawled on top of his friend, resting his bulge right beside Anthony's erection. He slid down and flicked his tongue across one of Anthony's nipples, watching it harden. He sucked on it as he twisted the other in his fingers, hearing Anthony moan again. He wriggled his pelvis up against Ian's, desperately rubbing his erection against him. Ian pinned him down, forcing enough pressure on his cock to make him cry out in want.
They flipped over on the bed, so Ian was beneath Anthony. Anthony slid down, needing to repay his friend. He stopped at the cute little shorts his friend donned, staring down at his bulge before looking up at Ian, whose stormy blue eyes were filled with insistence. Anthony slowly peeled off Ian's shorts, stuck to his skin with sweat and precum.
"Really?" Anthony said quietly, with a little laugh. Ian wasn't wearing underwear.
"Just-" Ian began to retort, but was interrupted by Anthony's tongue flicking across his head. Anthony slowly took Ian's cock in his mouth, an agonizing tease. Ian squirmed with impatience, needing Anthony's luscious lips around his aching member. At last, Anthony's lips touched the base of his cock, and his head bobbed up and down his shaft, taking in as much as possible. Ian's hips bucked, and he moaned when he heard Anthony gag.
He could feel himself drawing closer and closer to sweet release, when Anthony removed his mouth from his cock and crawled off the edge of the bed. He looked up in dismay, but brightened when he saw Anthony open the dresser drawer and pull out a bottle of lube. He got up in a kneeling position, and waited as Anthony situated himself, lying on his back. He took the lube and spread it on his cock, feeling Anthony's eyes follow his hand as he stroked. He smirked as he placed a lube-covered finger at Anthony's puckered asshole.
He slid his finger in slowly, going in as far as he can before quickly pulling out. Anthony shifted slightly, feeling the pain, but still wanting it. Ian shoved his finger back in, and added a second, loving the look on Anthony's face. His cheeks were bright red, and he was already glistening with sweat. He was hissing with the pain that came with penetration, but Ian knew that the sex would eventually reward the man for his struggles.
He started pumping his fingers in and out of Anthony, flexing them and scissoring him to stretch him out. Anthony was lying as still as possible, feeling the burning pain in his ass. After a minute, Ian hit his sweet spot, and he jumped and moaned.
Ian smirked again and removed his fingers from Anthony, lining his cock up against the hole. He looked down at Anthony, who nodded, urging him. He slowly pushed the head of his cock into Anthony, who twisted his face in attempt to hold back a groan of anticipation. Ian, excited, quickly shoved himself all the way in, and Anthony did groan this time, adjusting to Ian's massive size.
Ian waited until Anthony nodded again, before putting his hands on his friend's hips, and pulling out as far as possible before ramming back in. He hit Anthony's sweet spot for the second time, and the man twitched and moaned.
"More." Anthony grunted, and Ian did as he said, again pulling out as far as possible before shoving his length back in. Anthony whined, moving his ass closer to Ian, needy.
Ian began to pick up speed, and started moving in and out of Anthony with amazing ferocity. His hands gripped Anthony's hips, not touching his throbbing erection just to tease. He fucked Anthony fast and hard, staring at the wanton expressions on his face as he did so. Anthony was all red with the heat, and his eyes were half-lidded and filled with want. Whenever Ian hit his sweet spot, he groaned, and his expression became so passionately sexy that Ian felt like he could've orgasmed thirty times in a row staring at it.
Anthony, meanwhile, was staring up at Ian, who was also bright red, and he couldn't help feeling heated at the focused look on his face. His eyes were more dark and stormy as well, and he felt like he was getting lost in them as the two men stared at each other while they fucked. Anthony, unable to resist, removed one of his hands from being tangled into the sheets, and grabbed his cock, looking to Ian as if asking for permission. He was granted it with a nod, and he began to pump his hand up and down his cock, moans escaping his lips.
The sex became erratic, Ian no longer moving as rhythmically as he once did, in desperation for his climax. With every movement, he groaned or cursed, music to Anthony's ears. He moaned loudly as he jerked his hand around his throbbing cock, close to climax. After only a few more moments, he looked directly into Ian's red face, and lost control. With a loud moan, he climaxed, his cum hitting both his and Ian's chests, and running down his hand. At this, Ian yelled his name, and orgasmed as well, sending his cum deep inside Anthony's ass with a few final pumps.
Ian, shaking, removed himself from Anthony's ass, and laid down next to him. Anthony, feeling the heat from his friend's cum and soreness from the friction, knew he would have to make up an excuse about why he would be walking funny the next day. He turned on his side to face Ian, who crawled closer to him and kissed his forehead, a silent 'well done.'
Their shirts were discarded, one in the living room and one in the bedroom. Their shorts, and only one pair of underwear, were lying on the floor in messy heaps. On the bed, they were lying atop twisted sheets, with red faces, sticky bodies, and tangled hair. They were a mess, and out of this mess came a glorious moment.
There was a golden silence, so pure and natural that they felt they could bask in it for a lifetime. It was reminiscent of the calm after one of nature's mighty storms, so revered and so beautiful. It was the moment when nothing was tense or awkward, no emotion had to be immediately called upon. Two beings could just lie together, just touch each other's damp skin, whisper sweet nothings without having to care about what their words really mean.
And then the world turned again, and people realize who they were and what they were doing, and the carefree moment of peace is gone. They were weary travelers once more, moving through the day with sadness, anger, disappointment, just as people normally do. For Ian and Anthony, the golden silence had ended, and they must return to normalcy again.
"Last time." Anthony whispered in Ian's ear, and Ian slowly nodded. There was a small, sad pause.
"I'm gonna shower, and you can start editing. When I get out, we'll switch." Ian said in his usual tone as he stood up. He grabbed some clothes out of the dresser drawer, which included a longer replacement to his incredibly short shorts. He retreated to the shower, leaving Anthony alone to go to his room, change into new shorts, and begin editing.
Later, when Anthony wasn't around, Ian took the shorts they left on the ground, folded them, and put them in the back of his drawer, a symbol of times ended, good times he looked back on fondly. Their affair ended, as did their golden silence.
warnings: gay sex
rating: nc-17
previous chapters: nope, one shot.
Lunchtime ended, and Anthony shut off the camera, laughing at Ian's "talking ass." Ian stood straight and smiled at him slightly darkly, and Anthony immediately felt awkward. He shifted in his shorts.
"Well, I guess I'll start editing this." Anthony said, suddenly desperate to leave the room.
"No, let's hang out for awhile." Ian said, making eye contact with Anthony for far longer than necessary. He was clearly sending a signal, and Anthony blushed.
"No, I should probably-"
"There's no rush, Ant." Ian said, cutting him off. His grin was now obviously devious. "Come on."
He turned and walked to the couch, still wearing his short shorts. Anthony pointedly avoided staring. Ian sat, looked up to his friend, and beckoned him. Nervously, Anthony joined him on the couch, setting the camera on the coffee table. He looked over at Ian for a moment, then turned away when he found his friend staring at his face. His hands were shaking, and he was sweating lightly.
"Hot?" Ian asked him, and Anthony could here the pleasure in his voice. He loved tormenting his friend.
"N-no." Anthony stuttered, staring down at his hands folded in his lap.
Ian leaned toward Anthony, their legs touching. Anthony felt Ian's left hand touch his right thigh, so feather light that it was barely noticed. He could feel the heat radiating off of his friend, mere inches from his face. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he could just see his friend's silhouette.
Suddenly, he felt lips touch him, just beneath his jaw line. A light kiss, followed by another, then another, then too many to count. He was frozen in his seat. Soon, he felt teeth, nipping him harder and harder each time.
Anthony, formerly petrified, came to his senses. "Ian, stop." He slid away an inch or two.
The friend's face was a mix of determination and disappointment. "Why?" he quirked an eyebrow.
"We can't mess around like this anymore." Anthony said, testing his bravery. "I love Kalel."
"And I love Melanie." Ian said flatly.
"Then why are we doing this?" Anthony said in a quiet voice. He was still shaking a little, and he was sweating. Ian was doing the same, not out of nervousness, but out of anticipation. He knew he could get Anthony to do this.
"I want you." Ian said, fire in his eyes. He licked his lips quickly, and he noticed Anthony's eyes stare down at them. "Let me have you."
Anthony stared at him. He knew he had an erection from hearing Ian command him like that. There was no way he could resist.
"This is the last time." Anthony gave up, and Ian gave him a grim smile.
"Come on, then." He said, pulling off his shirt. Anthony stared, wide eyed, at Ian's pale skin.
"Not in here." He shook himself out of a slight trance. "Bedroom."
Ian smiled, glad for what he was about to do, and followed Anthony to his bedroom. Once inside, he closed the door, and watched Anthony take off his shirt.
"Now we're even." Anthony said, turning to him, and he could feel Ian's possessive look, almost like he owned him. He should've disliked it, should've been nervous, but he was turned on by Ian's demanding presence.
Ian approached him slowly, and took a moment to appreciate Anthony's body. Anthony did the same to his friend, marveling at his white chest and slightly protruding stomach (he had several times called Ian's chubby figure adorable). Suddenly, Ian stepped forward, grabbing his arms roughly. He pulled him into a passionate kiss, and Anthony grabbed at his waist. For a moment, their tongues battled for dominance, but Ian's won easily, and shoved itself far into Anthony's mouth.
They stood there for a moment, kissing heavily. Anthony had his hands crawling up and down Ian's back, and Ian had one hand on Anthony's arm, and the other tangled in his hair. Anthony was the first to release a moan of pleasure, feeling dizzy with excitement. Ian responded by pushing harder against him, their noticeable erections grinding together. Anthony moaned again, and Ian bit his lower lip.
Ian moved down to his friend's neck, leaving a trail of nips and bites that got more and more ferocious each time. He sucked at Anthony's throat, determined to elicit further moans from the man. He succeeded, and smiled into the lightly tanned skin that would surely be bruised the next day.
His hands slid down to the hem of Anthony's fantastic shorts, their thighs and cocks still pressed together. He took half a step back, then pulled down his friend's shorts to reveal tight black briefs that left little to the imagination.
He got on his knees, and slowly pulled down the underwear with his teeth, impressing his friend. Anthony's cock sprang out of his briefs, fully erect, and Ian immediately closed his mouth around it and deep throated him. Anthony groaned and pushed forward instinctively. He could feel his cock throbbing as Ian drew back, then forced it down his throat repeatedly.
Anthony continued to groan as he felt pressure in his cock, fearing he was about to come already. Just before he could, however, Ian stood up, and shoved Anthony onto the bed right behind them. He crawled on top of his friend, resting his bulge right beside Anthony's erection. He slid down and flicked his tongue across one of Anthony's nipples, watching it harden. He sucked on it as he twisted the other in his fingers, hearing Anthony moan again. He wriggled his pelvis up against Ian's, desperately rubbing his erection against him. Ian pinned him down, forcing enough pressure on his cock to make him cry out in want.
They flipped over on the bed, so Ian was beneath Anthony. Anthony slid down, needing to repay his friend. He stopped at the cute little shorts his friend donned, staring down at his bulge before looking up at Ian, whose stormy blue eyes were filled with insistence. Anthony slowly peeled off Ian's shorts, stuck to his skin with sweat and precum.
"Really?" Anthony said quietly, with a little laugh. Ian wasn't wearing underwear.
"Just-" Ian began to retort, but was interrupted by Anthony's tongue flicking across his head. Anthony slowly took Ian's cock in his mouth, an agonizing tease. Ian squirmed with impatience, needing Anthony's luscious lips around his aching member. At last, Anthony's lips touched the base of his cock, and his head bobbed up and down his shaft, taking in as much as possible. Ian's hips bucked, and he moaned when he heard Anthony gag.
He could feel himself drawing closer and closer to sweet release, when Anthony removed his mouth from his cock and crawled off the edge of the bed. He looked up in dismay, but brightened when he saw Anthony open the dresser drawer and pull out a bottle of lube. He got up in a kneeling position, and waited as Anthony situated himself, lying on his back. He took the lube and spread it on his cock, feeling Anthony's eyes follow his hand as he stroked. He smirked as he placed a lube-covered finger at Anthony's puckered asshole.
He slid his finger in slowly, going in as far as he can before quickly pulling out. Anthony shifted slightly, feeling the pain, but still wanting it. Ian shoved his finger back in, and added a second, loving the look on Anthony's face. His cheeks were bright red, and he was already glistening with sweat. He was hissing with the pain that came with penetration, but Ian knew that the sex would eventually reward the man for his struggles.
He started pumping his fingers in and out of Anthony, flexing them and scissoring him to stretch him out. Anthony was lying as still as possible, feeling the burning pain in his ass. After a minute, Ian hit his sweet spot, and he jumped and moaned.
Ian smirked again and removed his fingers from Anthony, lining his cock up against the hole. He looked down at Anthony, who nodded, urging him. He slowly pushed the head of his cock into Anthony, who twisted his face in attempt to hold back a groan of anticipation. Ian, excited, quickly shoved himself all the way in, and Anthony did groan this time, adjusting to Ian's massive size.
Ian waited until Anthony nodded again, before putting his hands on his friend's hips, and pulling out as far as possible before ramming back in. He hit Anthony's sweet spot for the second time, and the man twitched and moaned.
"More." Anthony grunted, and Ian did as he said, again pulling out as far as possible before shoving his length back in. Anthony whined, moving his ass closer to Ian, needy.
Ian began to pick up speed, and started moving in and out of Anthony with amazing ferocity. His hands gripped Anthony's hips, not touching his throbbing erection just to tease. He fucked Anthony fast and hard, staring at the wanton expressions on his face as he did so. Anthony was all red with the heat, and his eyes were half-lidded and filled with want. Whenever Ian hit his sweet spot, he groaned, and his expression became so passionately sexy that Ian felt like he could've orgasmed thirty times in a row staring at it.
Anthony, meanwhile, was staring up at Ian, who was also bright red, and he couldn't help feeling heated at the focused look on his face. His eyes were more dark and stormy as well, and he felt like he was getting lost in them as the two men stared at each other while they fucked. Anthony, unable to resist, removed one of his hands from being tangled into the sheets, and grabbed his cock, looking to Ian as if asking for permission. He was granted it with a nod, and he began to pump his hand up and down his cock, moans escaping his lips.
The sex became erratic, Ian no longer moving as rhythmically as he once did, in desperation for his climax. With every movement, he groaned or cursed, music to Anthony's ears. He moaned loudly as he jerked his hand around his throbbing cock, close to climax. After only a few more moments, he looked directly into Ian's red face, and lost control. With a loud moan, he climaxed, his cum hitting both his and Ian's chests, and running down his hand. At this, Ian yelled his name, and orgasmed as well, sending his cum deep inside Anthony's ass with a few final pumps.
Ian, shaking, removed himself from Anthony's ass, and laid down next to him. Anthony, feeling the heat from his friend's cum and soreness from the friction, knew he would have to make up an excuse about why he would be walking funny the next day. He turned on his side to face Ian, who crawled closer to him and kissed his forehead, a silent 'well done.'
Their shirts were discarded, one in the living room and one in the bedroom. Their shorts, and only one pair of underwear, were lying on the floor in messy heaps. On the bed, they were lying atop twisted sheets, with red faces, sticky bodies, and tangled hair. They were a mess, and out of this mess came a glorious moment.
There was a golden silence, so pure and natural that they felt they could bask in it for a lifetime. It was reminiscent of the calm after one of nature's mighty storms, so revered and so beautiful. It was the moment when nothing was tense or awkward, no emotion had to be immediately called upon. Two beings could just lie together, just touch each other's damp skin, whisper sweet nothings without having to care about what their words really mean.
And then the world turned again, and people realize who they were and what they were doing, and the carefree moment of peace is gone. They were weary travelers once more, moving through the day with sadness, anger, disappointment, just as people normally do. For Ian and Anthony, the golden silence had ended, and they must return to normalcy again.
"Last time." Anthony whispered in Ian's ear, and Ian slowly nodded. There was a small, sad pause.
"I'm gonna shower, and you can start editing. When I get out, we'll switch." Ian said in his usual tone as he stood up. He grabbed some clothes out of the dresser drawer, which included a longer replacement to his incredibly short shorts. He retreated to the shower, leaving Anthony alone to go to his room, change into new shorts, and begin editing.
Later, when Anthony wasn't around, Ian took the shorts they left on the ground, folded them, and put them in the back of his drawer, a symbol of times ended, good times he looked back on fondly. Their affair ended, as did their golden silence.