Steam - Smosh slash
Title: Steam
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with smosh or claiming that this ever happened (though it would be awesome if it had).
Summary: Smut. Anthony attempts to take a shower, Ian has other ideas.
A/N: Inspired by smoshluv13 's picture at the bottom of the post, and dedicated to her, because she rocks :)
Ian liked to leave messages on the bathroom mirror. Scrawled streaks in the steamy canvas, that stayed even when the steam had faded, so all Anthony had to do was breathe against the glass and see all the tangled lines light up again. Some of them were just doodles, like the line of little stick men that had marched across the bottom of the mirror, or the edge of a round sun shining from the top left hand side. Others were short random quotes or references to inside jokes made Anthony giggle and wipe silly replies into the condensation. His favourite though, were the cute little messages Ian had started leaving since last August, when they’d found themselves inexplicably falling for each other in the heat of summer days, heavy sun and sticky shirtless afternoons opening cavities in his heart that he never knew existed. Maybe not so inexplicable though, Ian was pretty damn hot. Anthony smiled as he remembered the first time, a cool summer night in a stuffy bedroom, still airless with the windows thrown wide open, the late sun set behind a hazy horizon and filtering golden shafts through the thin curtains. Blinding irreversible ecstasy that cracked open his soul to let Ian pour in like crashing warm waves of wonder, changing everything, and making Anthony feel more awake he had ever been.
He eyed the mirror in front of him, the swirling clouds of hot steam that filled the little bathroom laying a thin layer of pale moisture across the cold surface.
“Ian & Anthony”
Ian’s fingered words, smudged in the mirror’s mist, made him grin happily and thank everything for having such a wonderful, stupidly cute boyfriend. Anthony would have to show Ian the truth of his words later, in heavy kisses and fumbling pleasure. Because it was, Ian and Anthony. Forever.
He smiled and turned away from the mirror, reaching to twist the shower nozzle on so he could rinse away the day’s stresses. Warm water rushed down into the bath, filling out the dissipating steam clouds from Ian’s shower, and splashing droplets against his bare arm. Anthony sighed contentedly, stripping off his t-shirt and and unfastening his belt buckle, listening to the thrum of the water beating on the bath bottom. He was just about to pull off his jeans too when there was a knock on door.
“Anthony?” Ian’s voice called from the other side.
“Yeah?” he called back, glancing up to the white wooden door.
“Can I use the bathroom sink?”
“What for?” Anthony frowned questioningly at the door even though Ian couldn’t see him.
“I just need to.”
“Why? Use the kitchen sink.”
There was pause and he heard Ian shuffling.
“Can’t.”
“Well can’t you wait ten minutes?”
“Okay. ”Ian’s muffled voice said, and Anthony heard him move off down the hall again. What an odd request. But then it was Ian, and sometimes explanations just weren’t available where he was concerned. He shrugged it off, shed his jeans and boxers, and stepped into the rushing water.
The warmth beat against his skin, and he tipped his head back to soak his hair through the stream, running his hands over his face. Nothing like a nice hot refreshing shower to soak away the tension of a ten hour day. Four hours of trying to track down a particular type of lens filter in a billion different hardware and PC stores, that turned out to be way too expensive anyway. Then another five hours of hasty rewriting and reshooting to make up for the revised camera plans. There’d barely been enough time for lunch. Ian had had to shoo everyone else out of the house when it came to 6 o’clock, so him and Anthony could enjoy some quality time to themselves for the evening. A DVD and pizza evening, which Anthony was thoroughly looking forward to. Not that he suspected they’d end up watching much of the DVD. He reached for the shampoo bottle that sat on the rim of the bathtub but there was another knock before he had time to pick it up.
“What?” he yelled towards the door.
“Can I use the sink pleeeeease!” Ian’s voice called back.
“Why?”
“I just need to use it!”
“Not until you explain why!” and there was another pause, Anthony rolling his eyes and reaching for the shampoo again.
“Can’t, just let me in.”
“I’ll be done soon, it can’t be that important!”
“Just let me in!”
Anthony sighed, and put the bottle back down, pushing aside the shower curtain and stepping out of the bath, dripping wet and trailing little puddles along the lino tiles. He grabbed the last towel from the top of the radiator and wrapped it round his hips. This better be important, he thought as he pushed the bolt back with slippy wet fingers.
No sooner had he opened the door than Ian was through it. Crashing into Anthony like he hadn’t seen him in five years, not five minutes. His hands grabbed Anthony’s head, pulling them together in a frantic kiss, pushing him back into the bathroom to collide with the ice cold ceramic tiles of the wall by the sink, and pressing himself up against Anthony so he could feel Ian’s eagerness hard against the top of his bare thigh. Anthony pulled away to catch his started breath, the coldness of the tiles behind him suddenly stinging in his skin. He looked wide eyed at Ian’s desperate expression, his red lips parted and breathing deeply, pale blue eyes heavy lidded and set with arousal, hair tousled and a pink flush across his cheeks. He stared up at Anthony with the filthiest lustful gaze Anthony had seen on him since the first night.
“Hi.” Ian whispered breathily into the centimetre space between their lips. Anthony felt his mouth break into a grin.
“Hi.” He whispered back, leaning in for another kiss and wrapping his arms around Ian’s waist to pull his boyfriend in closer. “Miss me?”
“Yes.” Ian replied shortly, weaving his right hand through Anthony’s wet hair and crushing their lips together again, tongue passionately searching Anthony’s mouth, hot and intense, and Anthony grinned into the kiss because he just loved it when Ian was too hard up to take note of his teasing.
Ian’s left hand ran down the wet skin of his back, falling to grip the edge of the thin white towel and pull it away. But Anthony stopped him, pulled back slightly and bit his lip playfully.
“Thought you wanted to use the sink.” He said, flicking his eyebrow and revelling in the flash of frustration in Ian’s eyes as he let go and made to move away.
“Lied.” Ian croaked, and pulled Anthony back in to attack his neck with nipping kisses. Anthony chuckled and tipped his head back to the feel of lips moving against damp skin. But only for a second.
“Oh well then,” Anthony sighed, restraining his giggles, “I’ll get on with showering.” And he pushed away to step back into the water, pulling off the towel and tossing it carelessly to the side. He did a mental count to three in his head, grinning as felt Ian’s eyes longingly roam his body, and stepping back beneath the steaming water. He barely got to three before Ian was pushing back the shower curtain and following him in, still in his jeans and boxman t-shirt, and crashing them back against the wall to kiss again.
“Oh no you don’t,” Ian hissed, grinning back at Anthony under the rain of the rushing water, soaking him through, “been waiting all day to have you alone, now you’re in the shower wearing...” Ian glanced down teasingly, “...nothing, I’m hardly gonna be able to resist you now...am I?”
Anthony smirked at him, arching his hips forward into Ian’s and savouring the faint intake of breath through Ian’s heavy lips, hard bare skin against wet denim sending prickles of heat through his nerves.
“You’re so impatient.” He tutted, leaning in and biting Ian’s bottom lip in that way that always drove Ian crazy. Ian’s eyes flickered momentarily, his hands smoothing down Anthony’s sides and he joined their lips again in a soft slow kiss amid the running water.
“Well you’re so hot.” He breathed between kisses, hands slipping round Anthony’s wet hips to cup his ass and push them together , and Anthony let out a quiet throaty groan as Ian’s hard jean-clad bulge rubbed against his exposed flesh. Anthony would have said it right back to him, told Ian just how hot he was in the steaming shower water, sopping t-shirt sticking to the curve of his back and shapes of his lightly muscled chest, wet brown hair stuck down over his forehead and running rivulets down his pale skin, had he not been far too preoccupied with winding his own arms round Ian’s waist and grinding them together to make Ian echo his groan.
Anthony felt a hot flush of want in his veins, burning through his blood stream and driving him to deepen the kiss even further so their teeth clicked and lips melded between breaths. He ground forward again, loving the little keening noises that escaped Ian’s mouth, and slipped a hand under the back of Ian’s wet t-shirt that clung to his smooth skin. Ian pulled back just enough to peel the sodden fabric up over his head and throw it behind him. Anthony heard it smack against the bathroom floor as he gazed down at Ian’s expanse of beautiful pale skin, his heart drumming beneath his ribs. Ian locked their eyes, the warm water still beating against their bodies, and dropped his right hand to stroke teasingly down the skin of Anthony’s stomach and abdomen, sending a shiver of excitement down Anthony’s spine. He let out a shallow shaky breath as Ian’s fingers fell lower to wrap around his swollen dick, thumb brushing the sensitive head and releasing another rush of tingles through Anthony’s body. His breath mingled with Ian’s, hot and clammy, as he stared into Ian’s intense blue gaze, heart and soul open and so incredibly fucking turned on by Ian’s serious needing expression that he felt he could explode with need at any minute, Ian’s hand moving slowly making him groan again.
“I want you.” Ian breathed, gradually increasing the pressure of his hand and leaning in so their lips were almost touching. Anthony nodded, moving in for more kisses, his own fingers itching to rip Ian out of his jeans and fuck him hard against the bathroom wall. Ian grinned and pressed one little kiss to the side of Anthony’s mouth, letting go and gripping the sides of his hips, trailing a line of kisses down Anthony’s tanned chest and dropping to his knees.
Anthony bit back his groan as Ian’s jeans hit the bath bottom and he looked up at Anthony with a flicker of mischief in his eyes, the streaming water splashing off his bare skin and dripping hair, open red lips so close and breathing heavy over the head of Anthony’s dick. There was a second’s pause, eyes locked and skin burning with anticipation, lungs heaving in sticky steamy air, then Ian closed the gap, the flat of his tongue licking up the underside of Anthony’s dick and he couldn’t hold in the breathy groan building in the back of his throat. Always felt so fucking good.
He gazed down at the brunette, Ian’s lips swallowing the head, his eyes closed as he took Anthony deeper, soft mouth encasing his dick and hands pulling his hips in closer. The image made Anthony let out another heavy rush of breath that cracked with the edge of his groan, one hand threading long fingers through Ian’s wet hair and guiding him gently, careful not to choke him.
He tipped his head back to thump against the tiled wall, eyes on the ceiling and vaguely listening to the thrum of the shower water and the little squeaks Ian’s jeans made against the wet bath sides, and the deep quickening breaths and throaty whines falling from his own mouth as Ian’s moved so skilfully. Soft hot lips, tongue twisting round the tip, flicking all the sensitive spots that made Anthony suck in a sharp breath through his teeth, blood pulsing and chest hammering. He heard Ian’s name on the edge of his stifled breathing, eyes swimming and brow creasing as he felt himself draw closer. His hips twitched, hand in Ian’s hair clutching and releasing, trying not to lose control and just throat fuck Ian until he was done. But Ian was right, they had been waiting all day for this, and not giving him more after he’d been so insistent just wasn’t an option.
“Ian...” he gasped as Ian flicked the tip of his tongue into the head and swallowed around him, making Anthony shudder and clasp Ian’s hair tight, “I’m...I’m close...”
Ian swallowed again and quickened the movements of his lips, sucking the shaft in deep and Anthony bit the inside of his cheek, groaning and making himself let go of Ian’s hair in case he pulled it right out.
“Wanna fuck...” he said breathlessly, looking down and gripping Ian’s shoulder, trying to pull him up again. Ian grinned around him and let go, laying one last lick underneath that sent another shiver through Anthony’s veins, and scrambled to pick himself up from the bath that was now lined with an inch of water beneath his knees. Ian’s jeans were soaking and hung low on his hips with the weight, barely containing his arousal, and very much in the way, Anthony thought, as he helped Ian to stand, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him passionately. Time for them to go. He broke the kiss to latch on to Ian’s neck, biting down on the skin gently and sucking to raise a little pink hickey blossom, fingers falling to fumble with Ian’s fly and push his jeans down, making sure he pressed against Ian’s hard on every time he moved. Ian groaned and mumbled something incomprehensible as Anthony bit down harder on his skin, pushing his hand into Ian’s jeans and gripping his dick with tight fingers. He could never get enough of Ian like this, the salty sweaty taste of his skin, the desperate breathy moaning tickling against his ear, the feel of Ian throbbing beneath his fingers and the little jerks his hips made when Anthony thumbed the head.
The hot water was still beating against them and splashing into the bath below, and Anthony could taste it where it ran across Ian’s skin, caught up in his lips. The bath was too small, despite the appealing thought of just shoving Ian up against the wall and fucking him in the rain of the steaming shower. Time to move things into a larger space, namely the bathroom floor. Anthony bite down one last time on the red bruise budding on Ian’s neck, loving the quiet flicker in Ian’s breath and the way his hips edged forward into Anthony’s slowing hand.
“Floor?” he breathed, letting go of Ian and glancing across the room to the scruffy blue bath mat between the white sink and the bath. Ian nodded eagerly, leaning in for a quick kiss of Anthony’s lips before turning round and scrambling out of the tub, Anthony following.
The shower curtain hadn’t gotten pulled back across after Ian had climbed in, so the bathroom floor was covered in puddles and everything was damp and steamy and covered in a layer of condensation, wet clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor. Not that Anthony really noticed any of this, not when Ian was struggling out of his sodden jeans and discarding them in the far corner, leaving him completely naked, wet and wanting. He crashed them together again, arms locking, hands frantically grappling for purchase, finally skin on hot bare skin, kissing Ian breathlessly.
Ian pushed him down to sit on the floor, so forcefully that Anthony would probably have bruises, not that he cared in the slightest though. Ian only broke their kiss for a second, hastily falling to straddle Anthony, lips back, tongue demanding entrance, and gripping Anthony’s dick in one hand, pumping hard. Anthony choked a surprise groan, grabbing Ian’s hand to slow it.
“Wait, wait.” He gasped, holding Ian crushed to his skin and somehow managing to retain enough control to move Ian’s hand away, “calm down... take it slowly.”
Ian nodded, breathless and needy, his wet hair stuck up over one side where Anthony’s fingers had wound through it, his eyes blown wide and cheeks and chest flushed red. He reluctantly paused his frenzied kisses as Anthony reached over and grabbed the bottle of shower soap from the side, his mouth left hovering so close that his fevered breath still brushed across Anthony’s cheek.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He breathed, as Anthony turned back and held the bottle up, squirting some of the slippy green gel onto the palm of his hand.
“You too.” Anthony whispered, locking his eyes on Ian’s, lips aching to close the tiny gap between them. He ran his forefingers through the soapy liquid, careful to keep eye contact with Ian as he lowered his fingers to reach between Ian’s thighs and smooth the gel over the little puckered hole. Ian bit his lip, heavily dilated eyes full of restrained desperation and breath stuttering as Anthony applied more pressure, finger tips breaching into the soft heat, tight around his finger and oh god he knew just how it would feel. He let out a rushed breath at the thought, feeling his dick jump, eyes still locked with Ian’s, fingers pushing in to find Ian’s sweet spot.
“Oh!” Ian gasped suddenly, one hand gripping Anthony’s forearm and head dropping forward onto his shoulder, sweat lined brow mixing with the dampening shower water on Anthony’s skin. Anthony turned his head to kiss Ian’s temple, the intoxicating smell of soap, water and Ian filling his nostrils as he pressed into Ian’s prostate again, making him groan between shaky breaths.
“I’m ready.” Ian gasped, hips jerking down onto Anthony’s fingers.
“Sure?” Anthony asked, pushing a third finger in just to make sure Ian would be stretched enough.
“Yes...oh!” Anthony’s fingertips pressed down again, “Yes...ready...”
“Ok...” and he shifted their faces so he could kiss Ian again, hot and frantic, but reassuring too, wordlessly telling Ian to trust him as he slid his fingers out and reached for the soap bottle again.
Ian held out his hand to catch the next squirt of green gel in his palm, barely waiting for Anthony to drop the bottle before grasping his dick and smearing it over, firm grip and insistent fingers causing Anthony to groan and bite down on Ian’s bottom lip.
Ian gripped the base of Anthony’s dick, positioning himself above and spare hand clutching the back of Anthony’s head by his matted hair, rushed movements betraying his desperation. Anthony bit back a groan as Ian’s fingers moved, the slick shower gel beneath his hand feeling so incredibly good and if he didn’t hurry up and get inside Ian right about now he might just lose it.
“Ready? He breathed, resting his hand to the square of Ian’s back, soft damn skin burning beneath his fingers, guiding Ian’s body down slowly. Ian moaned in affirmation, head still buried in the crook of Anthony’s neck, moving lips making it difficult to tell what was kisses and what was silent worded mutters against Anthony’s skin. He gasped as Anthony started to push in, head of his dick breaching the tight ring of muscle that felt fucking amazing, as always, so hot and tight and massaging every inch of his sensitive skin, and it was all he could do not to ram Ian down roughly and fuck up into him. Ian hissed a little at the pain as Anthony pushed in further, but he ground down at the same time, hand firm on Anthony’s gel covered dick guiding him.
“You ok?” Anthony asked breathlessly, as he felt Ian trembling in the tight circle of his arms.
“Yeah.” Ian gasped, and he let go of Anthony’s dick, wound his arms round Anthony’s neck and pressed their sweaty foreheads together, pushing down to impale himself fully.
Anthony held him still, buried in Ian’s tight heat, giving him enough time to adjust before he fucked upwards again. Ian felt good, really fucking good. He was still shaking with his eyes shut tight and lips heaving stuttered breath across Anthony’s cheek, arms clutching Anthony closely like he was holding on for dear life, but his hips gave little jerking movements down onto his dick that broke the last of Anthony’s self control.
“God you feel so good...” he breathed, deep breaths synchronising with Ian’s as he thrust upwards, grinding Ian down at the same time, trying to keep his movements slow. He shifted to lock their eyes, making sure Ian wasn’t in too much pain as he thrust in again, but Ian’s hips were jerking erratically, his breath beginning to shallow and Anthony just couldn’t hold it back, unable to keep his own hips from jerking upwards to meet Ian on every thrust, angling in search of that spot again.
Ian gasped, groaning out Anthony’s name as he gripped his fingers tighter in Anthony’s hair, and he figured he must have found it, quickening their fractured thrusting and pounding harder into Ian.
“Oh god don’t stop, don’t stop!” Ian cried, his back arching to find friction against Anthony’s stomach, rocking back onto his dick and rolling his hips, clenching around him so tight he was like a fucking vice, so hot, so tight, so fucking good, and Anthony never wanted this to stop. He groaned out his last breath, lungs full of thick steamy bathroom air, panting Ian’s name as he slammed in again and again, keeping the angle to hit Ian’s sweet spot every time.
“Ant...” Ian gasped, his muscles spasming, groaning on every out breath, “Ant I love you...”
“Love...you...too...” Anthony breathed in reply, reaching his hand between them to grasp Ian’s dick and jerk it in time with their hips, leaking trails of precum slippery beneath his fingers.
“Oh...” Ian’s knees scuffed the bathmat as he bounced higher, faster, plunging down harder onto Anthony, “fuck...”
“Ian...” and Anthony matched the pumping movements of his hand to their irregular thrusting.
“Gonna...gonna...” Ian clenched again, passage throbbing around Anthony, “gonna come...” and Anthony stiffened his grip, jerking Ian harder, feeling the twitch of his dick and how Ian’s body tensed, his fingers digging into the skin of Anthony’s back. “Fuck!” Ian cried, ass clenching down hard and he came, spilling sticky white ribbons over their stomachs and hitched breath loud next to Anthony’s ear.
“Oh god, oh fuck Ian!” Anthony thrust up into Ian as deep as he could, deep into the sweltering clenching heat that felt like fucking ecstasy, left arm clasping Ian’s body to his and releasing into him, eyes scrunching up shut as blinding white burst across his vision.
He breathed deeply, heaving in hot sticky air from a room that swam with steamy mist, lungs not seeming able to find enough oxygen in this oxygenless bathroom. Ian breathed the same thick air, their mouths inches apart, one breathing in as the other breathed out, bodies clasped together so their trembling clammy skin tingled everywhere where it touched. Anthony gazed at him, flushed red and glistening with sweat, eyes dark and gazing back at Anthony with such an intense look that Anthony had to dive forward to kiss him passionately, slack lips meeting between heavy breaths.
“You’re so amazing.” Ian whispered into the kiss, grinning. Anthony grinned back, pulling Ian in to a tight hug and kissing the soft skin of his shoulder.
“Yeah I know.” He chuckled, licking over the bruising red hickey on the nape of Ian’s neck and stroking his hand over Ian’s wet hair, running his fingers through the damp locks. “So are you.”
Ian sighed happily, their breath evening out in the stale air. For few seconds they just sat, wrapped up in each other, waiting for pulsing heartbeats to slow down again, listening silently to the sounds of the shower splashing into the bathtub and the sighs of steady breathing. But the bathroom floor wasn’t exactly comfortable, lumpy bathmat crumpled beneath them, and reluctantly Anthony decided that it was time to convene to a better place in the house, the sofa perhaps. A DVD and pizza night, curled up together on the cushions, was looking incredibly appealing right now. He moved to break them apart, kissing Ian softly and helping him ease up, feeling a flash of guilt at the carefully hidden wince Ian made as he pulled out.
“Couch?” he asked quietly, and Ian grinned and nodded.
“Definitely.” He said, pressing one last kiss to Anthony’s lips and pushing himself to stand shakily. Anthony stood too, his legs feeling full of jelly and head spinning a little from the stand. A bubbling giddy feeling was washing over him as he grinned, watching Ian picking over his sopping wet clothes, looked completely fucked-out, then shaking his head and abandoning his t-shirt and jeans in favour of the white towel which, in fairness, was just a wet as everything else in the bathroom. Ian wiped himself down and threw it in the laundry hamper along with both sets of dripping clothes, to be sorted out tomorrow when there weren’t much more pressing things to be done.
“I’ll meet you in the living room.” Anthony said, glancing down at the sticky mess across his own belly, “I’m gonna finish showering.” And he leaned over to kiss Ian again before turning to step back into the rush of now cold water.
He shivered and splashed his toes in the pool of lukewarm water that filled the bathtub, pulling the shower curtain across again. Not that it would really make much of a difference, the bathroom floor was already covered in a sea of puddles.
“Ok, I’ll hunt down the pizza place number.” Ian said and Anthony heard him shuffling about, bare feet smacking the wet flooring.
“Ok.” Anthony reached for the bottle of shower gel, and then realised it would still be on the floor somewhere. “Can you pass me the soap bottle please?” he called, peering round the curtain again grinning. Ian turned back from the door and scooped up the discarded bottle of green, smiling at Anthony as he passed it over. Anthony took hold of the bottle and Ian grabbed his head to pull them into one last heavy kiss.
“See you in a sec.” He whispered as he let go. Anthony nodded at him and watched him slip out through the open door and back into the real world, splashing puddles as he went.
The cold shower washed down his sticky skin as he surveyed the mess that had once been a fairly neat bathroom, water everywhere, a pool of spilt soap where the bottle had lain, condensation across everything. Then he noticed the mirror, and couldn’t help grinning at the steamy streaks on the pale surface. “Ian & Anthony” had faded beneath the fresh layer of misty grey, still a little visible behind the steam, like all of Ian’s silly messages, but overshadowed by new clear words. Ian must have written them while he wasn’t looking. Anthony sighed happily, squirting himself with gel and rinsing clean under the shower. He thought about writing his reply in the steam underneath Ian’s scrawls, for him to see when he would later come to brush his teeth before bed. But decided not to. Why write it when he could just tell him? When they were nestled safely on the brown leather sofa, watching Mission Impossible and falling asleep in each other’s arms. And, really he just didn’t want to touch it, didn’t want to alter Ian’s message in any way, wishing he could just leave it there always, exactly how it was. Even though that would mean no more messages in the steam. He wouldn’t really have minded. This message was his favourite. This message was just about perfect.
“I love you”
xxx
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with smosh or claiming that this ever happened (though it would be awesome if it had).
Summary: Smut. Anthony attempts to take a shower, Ian has other ideas.
A/N: Inspired by smoshluv13 's picture at the bottom of the post, and dedicated to her, because she rocks :)
Ian liked to leave messages on the bathroom mirror. Scrawled streaks in the steamy canvas, that stayed even when the steam had faded, so all Anthony had to do was breathe against the glass and see all the tangled lines light up again. Some of them were just doodles, like the line of little stick men that had marched across the bottom of the mirror, or the edge of a round sun shining from the top left hand side. Others were short random quotes or references to inside jokes made Anthony giggle and wipe silly replies into the condensation. His favourite though, were the cute little messages Ian had started leaving since last August, when they’d found themselves inexplicably falling for each other in the heat of summer days, heavy sun and sticky shirtless afternoons opening cavities in his heart that he never knew existed. Maybe not so inexplicable though, Ian was pretty damn hot. Anthony smiled as he remembered the first time, a cool summer night in a stuffy bedroom, still airless with the windows thrown wide open, the late sun set behind a hazy horizon and filtering golden shafts through the thin curtains. Blinding irreversible ecstasy that cracked open his soul to let Ian pour in like crashing warm waves of wonder, changing everything, and making Anthony feel more awake he had ever been.
He eyed the mirror in front of him, the swirling clouds of hot steam that filled the little bathroom laying a thin layer of pale moisture across the cold surface.
“Ian & Anthony”
Ian’s fingered words, smudged in the mirror’s mist, made him grin happily and thank everything for having such a wonderful, stupidly cute boyfriend. Anthony would have to show Ian the truth of his words later, in heavy kisses and fumbling pleasure. Because it was, Ian and Anthony. Forever.
He smiled and turned away from the mirror, reaching to twist the shower nozzle on so he could rinse away the day’s stresses. Warm water rushed down into the bath, filling out the dissipating steam clouds from Ian’s shower, and splashing droplets against his bare arm. Anthony sighed contentedly, stripping off his t-shirt and and unfastening his belt buckle, listening to the thrum of the water beating on the bath bottom. He was just about to pull off his jeans too when there was a knock on door.
“Anthony?” Ian’s voice called from the other side.
“Yeah?” he called back, glancing up to the white wooden door.
“Can I use the bathroom sink?”
“What for?” Anthony frowned questioningly at the door even though Ian couldn’t see him.
“I just need to.”
“Why? Use the kitchen sink.”
There was pause and he heard Ian shuffling.
“Can’t.”
“Well can’t you wait ten minutes?”
“Okay. ”Ian’s muffled voice said, and Anthony heard him move off down the hall again. What an odd request. But then it was Ian, and sometimes explanations just weren’t available where he was concerned. He shrugged it off, shed his jeans and boxers, and stepped into the rushing water.
The warmth beat against his skin, and he tipped his head back to soak his hair through the stream, running his hands over his face. Nothing like a nice hot refreshing shower to soak away the tension of a ten hour day. Four hours of trying to track down a particular type of lens filter in a billion different hardware and PC stores, that turned out to be way too expensive anyway. Then another five hours of hasty rewriting and reshooting to make up for the revised camera plans. There’d barely been enough time for lunch. Ian had had to shoo everyone else out of the house when it came to 6 o’clock, so him and Anthony could enjoy some quality time to themselves for the evening. A DVD and pizza evening, which Anthony was thoroughly looking forward to. Not that he suspected they’d end up watching much of the DVD. He reached for the shampoo bottle that sat on the rim of the bathtub but there was another knock before he had time to pick it up.
“What?” he yelled towards the door.
“Can I use the sink pleeeeease!” Ian’s voice called back.
“Why?”
“I just need to use it!”
“Not until you explain why!” and there was another pause, Anthony rolling his eyes and reaching for the shampoo again.
“Can’t, just let me in.”
“I’ll be done soon, it can’t be that important!”
“Just let me in!”
Anthony sighed, and put the bottle back down, pushing aside the shower curtain and stepping out of the bath, dripping wet and trailing little puddles along the lino tiles. He grabbed the last towel from the top of the radiator and wrapped it round his hips. This better be important, he thought as he pushed the bolt back with slippy wet fingers.
No sooner had he opened the door than Ian was through it. Crashing into Anthony like he hadn’t seen him in five years, not five minutes. His hands grabbed Anthony’s head, pulling them together in a frantic kiss, pushing him back into the bathroom to collide with the ice cold ceramic tiles of the wall by the sink, and pressing himself up against Anthony so he could feel Ian’s eagerness hard against the top of his bare thigh. Anthony pulled away to catch his started breath, the coldness of the tiles behind him suddenly stinging in his skin. He looked wide eyed at Ian’s desperate expression, his red lips parted and breathing deeply, pale blue eyes heavy lidded and set with arousal, hair tousled and a pink flush across his cheeks. He stared up at Anthony with the filthiest lustful gaze Anthony had seen on him since the first night.
“Hi.” Ian whispered breathily into the centimetre space between their lips. Anthony felt his mouth break into a grin.
“Hi.” He whispered back, leaning in for another kiss and wrapping his arms around Ian’s waist to pull his boyfriend in closer. “Miss me?”
“Yes.” Ian replied shortly, weaving his right hand through Anthony’s wet hair and crushing their lips together again, tongue passionately searching Anthony’s mouth, hot and intense, and Anthony grinned into the kiss because he just loved it when Ian was too hard up to take note of his teasing.
Ian’s left hand ran down the wet skin of his back, falling to grip the edge of the thin white towel and pull it away. But Anthony stopped him, pulled back slightly and bit his lip playfully.
“Thought you wanted to use the sink.” He said, flicking his eyebrow and revelling in the flash of frustration in Ian’s eyes as he let go and made to move away.
“Lied.” Ian croaked, and pulled Anthony back in to attack his neck with nipping kisses. Anthony chuckled and tipped his head back to the feel of lips moving against damp skin. But only for a second.
“Oh well then,” Anthony sighed, restraining his giggles, “I’ll get on with showering.” And he pushed away to step back into the water, pulling off the towel and tossing it carelessly to the side. He did a mental count to three in his head, grinning as felt Ian’s eyes longingly roam his body, and stepping back beneath the steaming water. He barely got to three before Ian was pushing back the shower curtain and following him in, still in his jeans and boxman t-shirt, and crashing them back against the wall to kiss again.
“Oh no you don’t,” Ian hissed, grinning back at Anthony under the rain of the rushing water, soaking him through, “been waiting all day to have you alone, now you’re in the shower wearing...” Ian glanced down teasingly, “...nothing, I’m hardly gonna be able to resist you now...am I?”
Anthony smirked at him, arching his hips forward into Ian’s and savouring the faint intake of breath through Ian’s heavy lips, hard bare skin against wet denim sending prickles of heat through his nerves.
“You’re so impatient.” He tutted, leaning in and biting Ian’s bottom lip in that way that always drove Ian crazy. Ian’s eyes flickered momentarily, his hands smoothing down Anthony’s sides and he joined their lips again in a soft slow kiss amid the running water.
“Well you’re so hot.” He breathed between kisses, hands slipping round Anthony’s wet hips to cup his ass and push them together , and Anthony let out a quiet throaty groan as Ian’s hard jean-clad bulge rubbed against his exposed flesh. Anthony would have said it right back to him, told Ian just how hot he was in the steaming shower water, sopping t-shirt sticking to the curve of his back and shapes of his lightly muscled chest, wet brown hair stuck down over his forehead and running rivulets down his pale skin, had he not been far too preoccupied with winding his own arms round Ian’s waist and grinding them together to make Ian echo his groan.
Anthony felt a hot flush of want in his veins, burning through his blood stream and driving him to deepen the kiss even further so their teeth clicked and lips melded between breaths. He ground forward again, loving the little keening noises that escaped Ian’s mouth, and slipped a hand under the back of Ian’s wet t-shirt that clung to his smooth skin. Ian pulled back just enough to peel the sodden fabric up over his head and throw it behind him. Anthony heard it smack against the bathroom floor as he gazed down at Ian’s expanse of beautiful pale skin, his heart drumming beneath his ribs. Ian locked their eyes, the warm water still beating against their bodies, and dropped his right hand to stroke teasingly down the skin of Anthony’s stomach and abdomen, sending a shiver of excitement down Anthony’s spine. He let out a shallow shaky breath as Ian’s fingers fell lower to wrap around his swollen dick, thumb brushing the sensitive head and releasing another rush of tingles through Anthony’s body. His breath mingled with Ian’s, hot and clammy, as he stared into Ian’s intense blue gaze, heart and soul open and so incredibly fucking turned on by Ian’s serious needing expression that he felt he could explode with need at any minute, Ian’s hand moving slowly making him groan again.
“I want you.” Ian breathed, gradually increasing the pressure of his hand and leaning in so their lips were almost touching. Anthony nodded, moving in for more kisses, his own fingers itching to rip Ian out of his jeans and fuck him hard against the bathroom wall. Ian grinned and pressed one little kiss to the side of Anthony’s mouth, letting go and gripping the sides of his hips, trailing a line of kisses down Anthony’s tanned chest and dropping to his knees.
Anthony bit back his groan as Ian’s jeans hit the bath bottom and he looked up at Anthony with a flicker of mischief in his eyes, the streaming water splashing off his bare skin and dripping hair, open red lips so close and breathing heavy over the head of Anthony’s dick. There was a second’s pause, eyes locked and skin burning with anticipation, lungs heaving in sticky steamy air, then Ian closed the gap, the flat of his tongue licking up the underside of Anthony’s dick and he couldn’t hold in the breathy groan building in the back of his throat. Always felt so fucking good.
He gazed down at the brunette, Ian’s lips swallowing the head, his eyes closed as he took Anthony deeper, soft mouth encasing his dick and hands pulling his hips in closer. The image made Anthony let out another heavy rush of breath that cracked with the edge of his groan, one hand threading long fingers through Ian’s wet hair and guiding him gently, careful not to choke him.
He tipped his head back to thump against the tiled wall, eyes on the ceiling and vaguely listening to the thrum of the shower water and the little squeaks Ian’s jeans made against the wet bath sides, and the deep quickening breaths and throaty whines falling from his own mouth as Ian’s moved so skilfully. Soft hot lips, tongue twisting round the tip, flicking all the sensitive spots that made Anthony suck in a sharp breath through his teeth, blood pulsing and chest hammering. He heard Ian’s name on the edge of his stifled breathing, eyes swimming and brow creasing as he felt himself draw closer. His hips twitched, hand in Ian’s hair clutching and releasing, trying not to lose control and just throat fuck Ian until he was done. But Ian was right, they had been waiting all day for this, and not giving him more after he’d been so insistent just wasn’t an option.
“Ian...” he gasped as Ian flicked the tip of his tongue into the head and swallowed around him, making Anthony shudder and clasp Ian’s hair tight, “I’m...I’m close...”
Ian swallowed again and quickened the movements of his lips, sucking the shaft in deep and Anthony bit the inside of his cheek, groaning and making himself let go of Ian’s hair in case he pulled it right out.
“Wanna fuck...” he said breathlessly, looking down and gripping Ian’s shoulder, trying to pull him up again. Ian grinned around him and let go, laying one last lick underneath that sent another shiver through Anthony’s veins, and scrambled to pick himself up from the bath that was now lined with an inch of water beneath his knees. Ian’s jeans were soaking and hung low on his hips with the weight, barely containing his arousal, and very much in the way, Anthony thought, as he helped Ian to stand, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him passionately. Time for them to go. He broke the kiss to latch on to Ian’s neck, biting down on the skin gently and sucking to raise a little pink hickey blossom, fingers falling to fumble with Ian’s fly and push his jeans down, making sure he pressed against Ian’s hard on every time he moved. Ian groaned and mumbled something incomprehensible as Anthony bit down harder on his skin, pushing his hand into Ian’s jeans and gripping his dick with tight fingers. He could never get enough of Ian like this, the salty sweaty taste of his skin, the desperate breathy moaning tickling against his ear, the feel of Ian throbbing beneath his fingers and the little jerks his hips made when Anthony thumbed the head.
The hot water was still beating against them and splashing into the bath below, and Anthony could taste it where it ran across Ian’s skin, caught up in his lips. The bath was too small, despite the appealing thought of just shoving Ian up against the wall and fucking him in the rain of the steaming shower. Time to move things into a larger space, namely the bathroom floor. Anthony bite down one last time on the red bruise budding on Ian’s neck, loving the quiet flicker in Ian’s breath and the way his hips edged forward into Anthony’s slowing hand.
“Floor?” he breathed, letting go of Ian and glancing across the room to the scruffy blue bath mat between the white sink and the bath. Ian nodded eagerly, leaning in for a quick kiss of Anthony’s lips before turning round and scrambling out of the tub, Anthony following.
The shower curtain hadn’t gotten pulled back across after Ian had climbed in, so the bathroom floor was covered in puddles and everything was damp and steamy and covered in a layer of condensation, wet clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor. Not that Anthony really noticed any of this, not when Ian was struggling out of his sodden jeans and discarding them in the far corner, leaving him completely naked, wet and wanting. He crashed them together again, arms locking, hands frantically grappling for purchase, finally skin on hot bare skin, kissing Ian breathlessly.
Ian pushed him down to sit on the floor, so forcefully that Anthony would probably have bruises, not that he cared in the slightest though. Ian only broke their kiss for a second, hastily falling to straddle Anthony, lips back, tongue demanding entrance, and gripping Anthony’s dick in one hand, pumping hard. Anthony choked a surprise groan, grabbing Ian’s hand to slow it.
“Wait, wait.” He gasped, holding Ian crushed to his skin and somehow managing to retain enough control to move Ian’s hand away, “calm down... take it slowly.”
Ian nodded, breathless and needy, his wet hair stuck up over one side where Anthony’s fingers had wound through it, his eyes blown wide and cheeks and chest flushed red. He reluctantly paused his frenzied kisses as Anthony reached over and grabbed the bottle of shower soap from the side, his mouth left hovering so close that his fevered breath still brushed across Anthony’s cheek.
“You’re so fucking hot.” He breathed, as Anthony turned back and held the bottle up, squirting some of the slippy green gel onto the palm of his hand.
“You too.” Anthony whispered, locking his eyes on Ian’s, lips aching to close the tiny gap between them. He ran his forefingers through the soapy liquid, careful to keep eye contact with Ian as he lowered his fingers to reach between Ian’s thighs and smooth the gel over the little puckered hole. Ian bit his lip, heavily dilated eyes full of restrained desperation and breath stuttering as Anthony applied more pressure, finger tips breaching into the soft heat, tight around his finger and oh god he knew just how it would feel. He let out a rushed breath at the thought, feeling his dick jump, eyes still locked with Ian’s, fingers pushing in to find Ian’s sweet spot.
“Oh!” Ian gasped suddenly, one hand gripping Anthony’s forearm and head dropping forward onto his shoulder, sweat lined brow mixing with the dampening shower water on Anthony’s skin. Anthony turned his head to kiss Ian’s temple, the intoxicating smell of soap, water and Ian filling his nostrils as he pressed into Ian’s prostate again, making him groan between shaky breaths.
“I’m ready.” Ian gasped, hips jerking down onto Anthony’s fingers.
“Sure?” Anthony asked, pushing a third finger in just to make sure Ian would be stretched enough.
“Yes...oh!” Anthony’s fingertips pressed down again, “Yes...ready...”
“Ok...” and he shifted their faces so he could kiss Ian again, hot and frantic, but reassuring too, wordlessly telling Ian to trust him as he slid his fingers out and reached for the soap bottle again.
Ian held out his hand to catch the next squirt of green gel in his palm, barely waiting for Anthony to drop the bottle before grasping his dick and smearing it over, firm grip and insistent fingers causing Anthony to groan and bite down on Ian’s bottom lip.
Ian gripped the base of Anthony’s dick, positioning himself above and spare hand clutching the back of Anthony’s head by his matted hair, rushed movements betraying his desperation. Anthony bit back a groan as Ian’s fingers moved, the slick shower gel beneath his hand feeling so incredibly good and if he didn’t hurry up and get inside Ian right about now he might just lose it.
“Ready? He breathed, resting his hand to the square of Ian’s back, soft damn skin burning beneath his fingers, guiding Ian’s body down slowly. Ian moaned in affirmation, head still buried in the crook of Anthony’s neck, moving lips making it difficult to tell what was kisses and what was silent worded mutters against Anthony’s skin. He gasped as Anthony started to push in, head of his dick breaching the tight ring of muscle that felt fucking amazing, as always, so hot and tight and massaging every inch of his sensitive skin, and it was all he could do not to ram Ian down roughly and fuck up into him. Ian hissed a little at the pain as Anthony pushed in further, but he ground down at the same time, hand firm on Anthony’s gel covered dick guiding him.
“You ok?” Anthony asked breathlessly, as he felt Ian trembling in the tight circle of his arms.
“Yeah.” Ian gasped, and he let go of Anthony’s dick, wound his arms round Anthony’s neck and pressed their sweaty foreheads together, pushing down to impale himself fully.
Anthony held him still, buried in Ian’s tight heat, giving him enough time to adjust before he fucked upwards again. Ian felt good, really fucking good. He was still shaking with his eyes shut tight and lips heaving stuttered breath across Anthony’s cheek, arms clutching Anthony closely like he was holding on for dear life, but his hips gave little jerking movements down onto his dick that broke the last of Anthony’s self control.
“God you feel so good...” he breathed, deep breaths synchronising with Ian’s as he thrust upwards, grinding Ian down at the same time, trying to keep his movements slow. He shifted to lock their eyes, making sure Ian wasn’t in too much pain as he thrust in again, but Ian’s hips were jerking erratically, his breath beginning to shallow and Anthony just couldn’t hold it back, unable to keep his own hips from jerking upwards to meet Ian on every thrust, angling in search of that spot again.
Ian gasped, groaning out Anthony’s name as he gripped his fingers tighter in Anthony’s hair, and he figured he must have found it, quickening their fractured thrusting and pounding harder into Ian.
“Oh god don’t stop, don’t stop!” Ian cried, his back arching to find friction against Anthony’s stomach, rocking back onto his dick and rolling his hips, clenching around him so tight he was like a fucking vice, so hot, so tight, so fucking good, and Anthony never wanted this to stop. He groaned out his last breath, lungs full of thick steamy bathroom air, panting Ian’s name as he slammed in again and again, keeping the angle to hit Ian’s sweet spot every time.
“Ant...” Ian gasped, his muscles spasming, groaning on every out breath, “Ant I love you...”
“Love...you...too...” Anthony breathed in reply, reaching his hand between them to grasp Ian’s dick and jerk it in time with their hips, leaking trails of precum slippery beneath his fingers.
“Oh...” Ian’s knees scuffed the bathmat as he bounced higher, faster, plunging down harder onto Anthony, “fuck...”
“Ian...” and Anthony matched the pumping movements of his hand to their irregular thrusting.
“Gonna...gonna...” Ian clenched again, passage throbbing around Anthony, “gonna come...” and Anthony stiffened his grip, jerking Ian harder, feeling the twitch of his dick and how Ian’s body tensed, his fingers digging into the skin of Anthony’s back. “Fuck!” Ian cried, ass clenching down hard and he came, spilling sticky white ribbons over their stomachs and hitched breath loud next to Anthony’s ear.
“Oh god, oh fuck Ian!” Anthony thrust up into Ian as deep as he could, deep into the sweltering clenching heat that felt like fucking ecstasy, left arm clasping Ian’s body to his and releasing into him, eyes scrunching up shut as blinding white burst across his vision.
He breathed deeply, heaving in hot sticky air from a room that swam with steamy mist, lungs not seeming able to find enough oxygen in this oxygenless bathroom. Ian breathed the same thick air, their mouths inches apart, one breathing in as the other breathed out, bodies clasped together so their trembling clammy skin tingled everywhere where it touched. Anthony gazed at him, flushed red and glistening with sweat, eyes dark and gazing back at Anthony with such an intense look that Anthony had to dive forward to kiss him passionately, slack lips meeting between heavy breaths.
“You’re so amazing.” Ian whispered into the kiss, grinning. Anthony grinned back, pulling Ian in to a tight hug and kissing the soft skin of his shoulder.
“Yeah I know.” He chuckled, licking over the bruising red hickey on the nape of Ian’s neck and stroking his hand over Ian’s wet hair, running his fingers through the damp locks. “So are you.”
Ian sighed happily, their breath evening out in the stale air. For few seconds they just sat, wrapped up in each other, waiting for pulsing heartbeats to slow down again, listening silently to the sounds of the shower splashing into the bathtub and the sighs of steady breathing. But the bathroom floor wasn’t exactly comfortable, lumpy bathmat crumpled beneath them, and reluctantly Anthony decided that it was time to convene to a better place in the house, the sofa perhaps. A DVD and pizza night, curled up together on the cushions, was looking incredibly appealing right now. He moved to break them apart, kissing Ian softly and helping him ease up, feeling a flash of guilt at the carefully hidden wince Ian made as he pulled out.
“Couch?” he asked quietly, and Ian grinned and nodded.
“Definitely.” He said, pressing one last kiss to Anthony’s lips and pushing himself to stand shakily. Anthony stood too, his legs feeling full of jelly and head spinning a little from the stand. A bubbling giddy feeling was washing over him as he grinned, watching Ian picking over his sopping wet clothes, looked completely fucked-out, then shaking his head and abandoning his t-shirt and jeans in favour of the white towel which, in fairness, was just a wet as everything else in the bathroom. Ian wiped himself down and threw it in the laundry hamper along with both sets of dripping clothes, to be sorted out tomorrow when there weren’t much more pressing things to be done.
“I’ll meet you in the living room.” Anthony said, glancing down at the sticky mess across his own belly, “I’m gonna finish showering.” And he leaned over to kiss Ian again before turning to step back into the rush of now cold water.
He shivered and splashed his toes in the pool of lukewarm water that filled the bathtub, pulling the shower curtain across again. Not that it would really make much of a difference, the bathroom floor was already covered in a sea of puddles.
“Ok, I’ll hunt down the pizza place number.” Ian said and Anthony heard him shuffling about, bare feet smacking the wet flooring.
“Ok.” Anthony reached for the bottle of shower gel, and then realised it would still be on the floor somewhere. “Can you pass me the soap bottle please?” he called, peering round the curtain again grinning. Ian turned back from the door and scooped up the discarded bottle of green, smiling at Anthony as he passed it over. Anthony took hold of the bottle and Ian grabbed his head to pull them into one last heavy kiss.
“See you in a sec.” He whispered as he let go. Anthony nodded at him and watched him slip out through the open door and back into the real world, splashing puddles as he went.
The cold shower washed down his sticky skin as he surveyed the mess that had once been a fairly neat bathroom, water everywhere, a pool of spilt soap where the bottle had lain, condensation across everything. Then he noticed the mirror, and couldn’t help grinning at the steamy streaks on the pale surface. “Ian & Anthony” had faded beneath the fresh layer of misty grey, still a little visible behind the steam, like all of Ian’s silly messages, but overshadowed by new clear words. Ian must have written them while he wasn’t looking. Anthony sighed happily, squirting himself with gel and rinsing clean under the shower. He thought about writing his reply in the steam underneath Ian’s scrawls, for him to see when he would later come to brush his teeth before bed. But decided not to. Why write it when he could just tell him? When they were nestled safely on the brown leather sofa, watching Mission Impossible and falling asleep in each other’s arms. And, really he just didn’t want to touch it, didn’t want to alter Ian’s message in any way, wishing he could just leave it there always, exactly how it was. Even though that would mean no more messages in the steam. He wouldn’t really have minded. This message was his favourite. This message was just about perfect.
“I love you”
xxx