Snapshot - Smosh Slash
Title: Snapshot
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ages ago I saw a fanfic challenge on another site (I forget which) to write a story of exactly 1000 words, so as part of my ongoing procrastination routine I thought I'd give it ago. It's basically just 1000 words of mindless smut. :P
“Ian I love you.” Anthony breathed, as he gazed up in to gleaming blue-grey eyes that swam with affection, mere inches from his own in the thick sultry space that hung between their parted lips. Ian’s cheeks were rosy red and his messed up hair fell astray over his sweaty brow as he gazed back at Anthony, a look of surrender twisted on his features. The bare skin on his neck tinged with a blush, creeping down to his chest, and Anthony’s fingers clasped at the touch of it on Ian’s back, burning beneath his own skin. He rolled his hips again, pushing up inside Ian’s body, sweet and hot and perfect, connected together like some incredible jigsaw puzzle. Ian’s breath hitched as Anthony pressed up into his sweet spot, lines creasing his forehead, a flickering in his gaze and a wash of pleasure crashing over them both. His trembling thighs lay either side of Anthony’s, tensing as he pushed down to meet him, driving them together close as could be, hands wrapped around Anthony’s back and fingernails scrapping the skin.
“Oh…” he gasped, and Anthony felt him tighten around his dick, sending little prickling shockwaves flooding up through all the nerves in his stomach, a rush of need to grind up into Ian again. “…love you too...” and Anthony felt no choice but to oblige his body’s wants, thrusting up deep in to the clenching heat, winding his fingers through the back of Ian’s hair.
“Fuck…” his voice croaked out on heaving breath, searching Ian’s lust-filled eyes as heat flowed between them, burning want through every one of Anthony’s veins. “God Ian…you’re so hot…” and just as the words fell from his lips, Ian’s beautiful eyes squeezed shut with another sweep of pleasure, as Anthony’s dick pressed into that spot again. Ian let his head fall against Anthony’s shoulder, hand slipping down his back, to slid fingers under Anthony’s ass and pushing their hips together as he ground down.
“Ant…” he groaned, muffled against Anthony’s collarbone. The smooth pale skin that Ian’s slanted neck exposed radiated with his musky sweet smell, that familiar intoxicating scent that pushed out any coherent thought left in Anthony’s clouded-up brain, and he could do nothing but lean his lips down to suck at the tender flesh, and nip the skin into the beginnings of a little pick hickey. The salty taste of Ian’s sweaty skin made Anthony’s mind rush, all thoughts saturated by incredible feeling of Ian’s tight ass squeezing round his dick, and the way Ian’s hips shook and rolled up, so the head of his own dick rubbed against the slippy skin of Anthony’s stomach, making him hum out another desperate groan.
“Uh, Ant…I-I need…I need…”
“What do you need?” Anthony whispered back, his voice cracking with a grunt of pleasure. Ian’s breath was hitched and panting and his hips shifted frantically, breaking their soft slow pace and grasping onto Anthony’s back as he moved, desperately trying to find friction against their bellies.
“I need y… I need you…harder…faster…” and Ian’s hips echoed his words, rocking up and down so Anthony’s dick plunged into him over and over, mouth ghosting ragged breath across flushed skin. “Uh!” he choked suddenly, as Anthony thrust up into him, harder and faster just as Ian wanted, letting go of all restraints and fucking him as deep as he could. Ian’s frame trembled as he drew close, clutching at Anthony’s back so much his nails might break the skin, and somewhere in the corners of his mind Anthony’s wished they would, wanted to feel the sting of pain and bite down hard on the nape of Ian’s neck at the same time. He let go of the messy locks and pushed his hand between their stomachs, wrapping long fingers round Ian’s dick and jerking it in time with their shifting hips.
“Oh god!” Ian croaked out as Anthony’s fist tightened and pumped, his dick thrusting into Ian’s prostate again and again, his thighs tensing and untensing, grinding them together so deliciously. And the familiar needy noises that fell from Ian’s throat, cracked and high, desperate as his whole body began to stiffen, shot through Anthony’s brain like a trigger, and the heat in the pit of his stomach coiled and prickled in the base of his spine.
“A-A…Ant…I’m gonna...” and he clasped Ian’s body tight to him as bursts of pleasure burnt through his bones, scraping together the last scattered pieces of coherence and lining up their faces best could with Ian’s head still on his shoulder.
“Ian…” he breathed, torn between messy kisses and locking on Ian’s darkened eyes, “come together okay…” Ian nodded, half returning Anthony’s kisses although they were less actual kisses any more rather than the bumping of parted lips between gasped breaths.
“Oh…oh fuck! Anthony!” and Ian’s body went ridged, clenching impossibly tighter around Anthony, as his dick twitched, spilling out sticky white ribbons, his fingers digging into Anthony’s back.
“Oh shit, Ian!” Anthony gasped out, losing it alongside him, fucking up hard into Ian’s ass as the movements in his fist faltered but kept Ian going through his orgasm, coming into him with one last scrape of his teeth across the bruising skin of Ian’s neck.
As they came down, flushed skin tingling and gulping in the stale air, Ian lifted his head and brushed the tangled hair out of his face, making the right side stick up in an odd way, strands of fringe clinging to the sweat on his brow. Always at his most beautiful in post-orgasmic haze. He grinned down at Anthony, biting his lip with a guilty smile.
“If Will asks why we needed to borrow his room so urgently, we say it was to save the world okay?” and Anthony laughed, pulling him down for a proper kiss.
“How about a private business call.” He replied, sharing Ian’s grin. Though he had a feeling no-one was going to believe them, whatever excuse they made up.