Our place - Smosh Slash
Title: Our place
Rating: PG
Summary: Serious fluff. Ian and Anthony take a weekend away to just be themselves.
A/N: Yeah, it was so super sunny outside today I just couldn’t help it, and this happened!
The sunlight tumbled down from the sea blue sky and bathed the day in a golden glow. Puffs of wispy white cloud drifted lazily up above and silhouetted birds sored overhead amid the summer afternoon haze. The dusty countryside splayed out around them, as they wandered slowly down the gravel path that led up alongside some old rail tracks, lined with dry grass and meadow flowers and bees that buzzed among the leaves, and the heavy scent of summer hung in the air like perfume. The rolling green fields, dotted with tall trees that stood still in the windless day, burned beneath the glare of the sun, stretching far across to the yellow horizon, and Ian couldn’t take his eyes off it all, entranced by the sleepy summer scenery, feeling relaxed and as if there was nothing in the world but them and this amazing place. Anthony walked beside him, their fingers laced loosely together as they dawdled past green leafed bushes and sandy shrubs and followed the rusted iron tracks that wound through the fields, and the feel of Anthony’s hand in his made him want to smile wide and maybe do some sort of victory dance. But thankfully, that little urge could be contained right now, the lazy heat of the day overcoming his urge to move too much.
“Hey look,” Anthony said, breaking Ian’s gaze on the stretch of green fields to look forward up the path. Nestled amid a clump of pale leaved trees, just a little way from the path ahead stood a small half crumbling red brick building, probably no bigger than their living room, with the collapsed roof exposing the flat brick of the walls. One side was opened up where a door once stood, and another held an empty window, long bereft of glass. The sun lit up the left side like an oil painting and rusted bits of house and old railroad scrap scattered on the parched grass that surrounded it.
“That’s kinda cool.” Ian mumbled in reply, glancing across at the bemused look on Anthony’s features. “What do you think it used to be?”
“Dunno, something to do with the tracks I guess. We should totally be filming it and making some sort of paranormal activity style video.”
“That is a neat idea, but we agreed, no cameras this weekend.”
“I know I know, but seriously, that just screams ghostly engine driver to me.”
Ian laughed and walked a little closer to Anthony’s side, feeling closer to him than he’d ever thought he could.
“Well, maybe you could take a photograph, it is pretty cool.” And Anthony paused in his reply, a second of silence stretching between them.
“Okay,” he said at last, “but…let’s not, show anyone.”
“Why, what’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing, I just thought like…you know, we share the rest of our lives with the world, maybe…this could just be our place. Like, something we just keep for us. If, you see what I mean.”
Ian raised his eyebrow a little and wondered if the blush tinting in Anthony’s cheeks was from the summer heat.
“Okay,” he replied, almost delving deeper into the topic but deciding against it at the last minute. All that needed to be said on the matter had probably been said, no need to instigate too many chick flick moments this weekend. Ian had already started making a count of the number of romantic things they’d said to each other in the last two days, surprisingly quite a lot from Anthony’s side, which Ian hadn’t expected, though he’d rather keep the number even and not go overboard with all the things he’d been dying to say since they arrived.
The two of them reached the little building and Ian walked up to inspect some of the junk that lay around the floor, old oil cans and broken track and objects rusted away so much he couldn’t tell what they were meant to be. Anthony fished out his phone and held it up to the building.
“Stand by the window and say cheese.” He said, smiling, and Ian turned around to face him, putting on a fake over the top pug. “Smile, idiot.”
Anthony’s phone chimed and, picture taken, he stuffed it back into his jeans, looking up to smile at Ian. And there was something about Anthony’s expression, that same bemused shy smile that Ian couldn’t quite read, standing in the sun with the fields stretched out behind him. Maybe, Ian could afford another romantic comment, this was supposed to be a romantic weekend after all, much as they didn’t really do romance. Well, that was the theory.
“You look hot.” He said, grinning at Anthony, drinking in the way his dark hair fell in to his eyes, and the tight green t-shirt that clung to his figure.
“Thanks,” Anthony replied, stepping over to stand by Ian. “I am, aren’t I.”
“Oh shut up, dick.” Ian sighed playfully, leaning in to kiss away the smirk from Anthony’s lips.
As they parted, Anthony turned back to the building and ran the palm of his hand along the rough wall, where little tufts of green stuck out from cracks between the bricks.
“Let’s climb up and sit on top,” He said, “I wanna get a picture of the view.”
“Yeah, good idea.” And Ian reached up for a gap in the bricks, getting a foothold in the window and heaving himself up. Anthony followed, and the two of them shuffled on to the bricks where the roof had fallen away. It was covered in years of dirt and grime, but Ian didn’t really care. The view of the country lay out before them like a checkerboard of green and gold, and the sun fell on Anthony’s face as they sat side by side. It was so Anthony’s turn to be romantic, but Ian figured it couldn’t be helped, and snaked his arm around Anthony’s waist.
He decided, as they sat in silence listening to the chatter of birds in the bushes and the creak of crickets in the grassy clumps, that these kinds of moment, where the two of them were alone and relaxed and just letting themselves bask in each other’s company, were his favourite. Like the moments upon waking when he found them tangled together and Anthony’s morning breath brushed across his chest, and the moments when Anthony would mumble something cute under his breath half hoping Ian wouldn’t hear, and the moments they spent locked together in frantic embrace as desire pounded through his veins, all else forgotten but Anthony. And that part of him that wanted to spill all this out for Anthony to hear, piped up again at the back of his mind, and Ian had to open his mouth ready to distract himself away from that dangerous route of thought. But Anthony spoke first.
“Hey, Ian I was thinking,” he said, turning his head into the space between them, but fixing his eyes down on the wall, as though he was avoiding Ian’s gaze. “Like, I know we don’t really talk about it, but um…you know…you know I love you right.” A smile twisted on Ian’s face as Anthony smirked at the wall, more of a rosy blush creeping into his cheeks.
“Yeah I know,” he replied, “and, you know I love you.”
“Yeah…” Anthony stared at the brick, obviously biting back some huge grin that was bursting behind his lips, and it made Ian match his smirking smile. “And…like…you know…” and he paused, biting his lip, voice becoming more of a mumble on every word.
“What?”
“Well, like…Ian, you know that um, there’s never gonna be anyone else. Like…you-you’re um, you’re it for me…and I…I wanted you to know…that.”
Had Anthony’s eyes been lasers he would have scorched half the building down by now, and Ian bit his lip, happily musing that Anthony must be as pent up with romantic comments as he was, as Anthony trailed off and huffed a little nervous laugh at the wall.
“Yeah,” Ian sighed, “me too.” And he almost went in to kiss Anthony’s lips off, but held back as Anthony cleared his throat and spoke again.
“So um…so that, that being said then,” and Ian could have sworn he could hear the brickwork fizzling under Anthony’s gaze. “I was thinking…if you wanted…we could, make it a little more official…if, you get me?” and he risked a little nervous glance up to Ian’s eyes.
“What, you mean like announcing we’re going steady to everyone?”
“Well…” and Anthony looked away again, grin bursting through. “Actually I was thinking more like official official, like…like you know…”
“Like?” and Anthony sighed, sounding a little exasperated but grinning through it all.
“Like Ian, do you wanna get married?”
Anthony looked up at him, nervousness clouding brown eyes but grinning nonetheless. The first thought that occurred to Ian was whether he’d heard it right, but hell there was no way he’d mistake that.
“W-what like, for real?” he stammered, still not quite thinking straight. Anthony had just proposed right? He wasn’t going insane?
“Yeah, for real. I mean, we don’t have to make a huge deal out of it or anything, but…I think it would be…kinda cool. To get hitched. If you wanted.”
Ian opened his mouth a couple of times but it took a while for the words to form properly, and after another brief silence he managed.
“Yeah, yeah okay. Let’s, let’s get married.” And the relief that set across Anthony’s face felt more radiant than the sunlit summer fields and the distant trees and wide sea blue sky above them, and Ian blinked, smiling at him, still kinda reeling in what he thought had just happened.
“Cool.” Anthony mumbled, grinning at the wall again. Geez, Ian reckoned he’d just completely blown his romantic-comment-count out of the window by going and frickin’ proposing.
“Cool.” He replied, gazing at Anthony’s still blushing face, and decided that fuck it all, if they were actually going to do this, why did he need keep anything back? “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Anthony sighed, just before Ian cut him off by grabbing the side of Anthony’s head and crashing them into a passionate kiss.
The afternoon waned away as they sat above the wall, staring out into the distance, spotting far away cows and birds, laughing and making silly shapes in the clouds. As the sun began to reach golden orange colours across the skyline, set low in the sky and making long shadows fall across the path, lighting up the cotton bud clouds with streaks of red and pink, they jumped down from the wall and brushed the dust off their jeans. Wandering back down the path, leaving the little tumbled down building behind them to the stillness of the summer air, Ian decided he might just do his victory dance after all.
Rating: PG
Summary: Serious fluff. Ian and Anthony take a weekend away to just be themselves.
A/N: Yeah, it was so super sunny outside today I just couldn’t help it, and this happened!
The sunlight tumbled down from the sea blue sky and bathed the day in a golden glow. Puffs of wispy white cloud drifted lazily up above and silhouetted birds sored overhead amid the summer afternoon haze. The dusty countryside splayed out around them, as they wandered slowly down the gravel path that led up alongside some old rail tracks, lined with dry grass and meadow flowers and bees that buzzed among the leaves, and the heavy scent of summer hung in the air like perfume. The rolling green fields, dotted with tall trees that stood still in the windless day, burned beneath the glare of the sun, stretching far across to the yellow horizon, and Ian couldn’t take his eyes off it all, entranced by the sleepy summer scenery, feeling relaxed and as if there was nothing in the world but them and this amazing place. Anthony walked beside him, their fingers laced loosely together as they dawdled past green leafed bushes and sandy shrubs and followed the rusted iron tracks that wound through the fields, and the feel of Anthony’s hand in his made him want to smile wide and maybe do some sort of victory dance. But thankfully, that little urge could be contained right now, the lazy heat of the day overcoming his urge to move too much.
“Hey look,” Anthony said, breaking Ian’s gaze on the stretch of green fields to look forward up the path. Nestled amid a clump of pale leaved trees, just a little way from the path ahead stood a small half crumbling red brick building, probably no bigger than their living room, with the collapsed roof exposing the flat brick of the walls. One side was opened up where a door once stood, and another held an empty window, long bereft of glass. The sun lit up the left side like an oil painting and rusted bits of house and old railroad scrap scattered on the parched grass that surrounded it.
“That’s kinda cool.” Ian mumbled in reply, glancing across at the bemused look on Anthony’s features. “What do you think it used to be?”
“Dunno, something to do with the tracks I guess. We should totally be filming it and making some sort of paranormal activity style video.”
“That is a neat idea, but we agreed, no cameras this weekend.”
“I know I know, but seriously, that just screams ghostly engine driver to me.”
Ian laughed and walked a little closer to Anthony’s side, feeling closer to him than he’d ever thought he could.
“Well, maybe you could take a photograph, it is pretty cool.” And Anthony paused in his reply, a second of silence stretching between them.
“Okay,” he said at last, “but…let’s not, show anyone.”
“Why, what’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing, I just thought like…you know, we share the rest of our lives with the world, maybe…this could just be our place. Like, something we just keep for us. If, you see what I mean.”
Ian raised his eyebrow a little and wondered if the blush tinting in Anthony’s cheeks was from the summer heat.
“Okay,” he replied, almost delving deeper into the topic but deciding against it at the last minute. All that needed to be said on the matter had probably been said, no need to instigate too many chick flick moments this weekend. Ian had already started making a count of the number of romantic things they’d said to each other in the last two days, surprisingly quite a lot from Anthony’s side, which Ian hadn’t expected, though he’d rather keep the number even and not go overboard with all the things he’d been dying to say since they arrived.
The two of them reached the little building and Ian walked up to inspect some of the junk that lay around the floor, old oil cans and broken track and objects rusted away so much he couldn’t tell what they were meant to be. Anthony fished out his phone and held it up to the building.
“Stand by the window and say cheese.” He said, smiling, and Ian turned around to face him, putting on a fake over the top pug. “Smile, idiot.”
Anthony’s phone chimed and, picture taken, he stuffed it back into his jeans, looking up to smile at Ian. And there was something about Anthony’s expression, that same bemused shy smile that Ian couldn’t quite read, standing in the sun with the fields stretched out behind him. Maybe, Ian could afford another romantic comment, this was supposed to be a romantic weekend after all, much as they didn’t really do romance. Well, that was the theory.
“You look hot.” He said, grinning at Anthony, drinking in the way his dark hair fell in to his eyes, and the tight green t-shirt that clung to his figure.
“Thanks,” Anthony replied, stepping over to stand by Ian. “I am, aren’t I.”
“Oh shut up, dick.” Ian sighed playfully, leaning in to kiss away the smirk from Anthony’s lips.
As they parted, Anthony turned back to the building and ran the palm of his hand along the rough wall, where little tufts of green stuck out from cracks between the bricks.
“Let’s climb up and sit on top,” He said, “I wanna get a picture of the view.”
“Yeah, good idea.” And Ian reached up for a gap in the bricks, getting a foothold in the window and heaving himself up. Anthony followed, and the two of them shuffled on to the bricks where the roof had fallen away. It was covered in years of dirt and grime, but Ian didn’t really care. The view of the country lay out before them like a checkerboard of green and gold, and the sun fell on Anthony’s face as they sat side by side. It was so Anthony’s turn to be romantic, but Ian figured it couldn’t be helped, and snaked his arm around Anthony’s waist.
He decided, as they sat in silence listening to the chatter of birds in the bushes and the creak of crickets in the grassy clumps, that these kinds of moment, where the two of them were alone and relaxed and just letting themselves bask in each other’s company, were his favourite. Like the moments upon waking when he found them tangled together and Anthony’s morning breath brushed across his chest, and the moments when Anthony would mumble something cute under his breath half hoping Ian wouldn’t hear, and the moments they spent locked together in frantic embrace as desire pounded through his veins, all else forgotten but Anthony. And that part of him that wanted to spill all this out for Anthony to hear, piped up again at the back of his mind, and Ian had to open his mouth ready to distract himself away from that dangerous route of thought. But Anthony spoke first.
“Hey, Ian I was thinking,” he said, turning his head into the space between them, but fixing his eyes down on the wall, as though he was avoiding Ian’s gaze. “Like, I know we don’t really talk about it, but um…you know…you know I love you right.” A smile twisted on Ian’s face as Anthony smirked at the wall, more of a rosy blush creeping into his cheeks.
“Yeah I know,” he replied, “and, you know I love you.”
“Yeah…” Anthony stared at the brick, obviously biting back some huge grin that was bursting behind his lips, and it made Ian match his smirking smile. “And…like…you know…” and he paused, biting his lip, voice becoming more of a mumble on every word.
“What?”
“Well, like…Ian, you know that um, there’s never gonna be anyone else. Like…you-you’re um, you’re it for me…and I…I wanted you to know…that.”
Had Anthony’s eyes been lasers he would have scorched half the building down by now, and Ian bit his lip, happily musing that Anthony must be as pent up with romantic comments as he was, as Anthony trailed off and huffed a little nervous laugh at the wall.
“Yeah,” Ian sighed, “me too.” And he almost went in to kiss Anthony’s lips off, but held back as Anthony cleared his throat and spoke again.
“So um…so that, that being said then,” and Ian could have sworn he could hear the brickwork fizzling under Anthony’s gaze. “I was thinking…if you wanted…we could, make it a little more official…if, you get me?” and he risked a little nervous glance up to Ian’s eyes.
“What, you mean like announcing we’re going steady to everyone?”
“Well…” and Anthony looked away again, grin bursting through. “Actually I was thinking more like official official, like…like you know…”
“Like?” and Anthony sighed, sounding a little exasperated but grinning through it all.
“Like Ian, do you wanna get married?”
Anthony looked up at him, nervousness clouding brown eyes but grinning nonetheless. The first thought that occurred to Ian was whether he’d heard it right, but hell there was no way he’d mistake that.
“W-what like, for real?” he stammered, still not quite thinking straight. Anthony had just proposed right? He wasn’t going insane?
“Yeah, for real. I mean, we don’t have to make a huge deal out of it or anything, but…I think it would be…kinda cool. To get hitched. If you wanted.”
Ian opened his mouth a couple of times but it took a while for the words to form properly, and after another brief silence he managed.
“Yeah, yeah okay. Let’s, let’s get married.” And the relief that set across Anthony’s face felt more radiant than the sunlit summer fields and the distant trees and wide sea blue sky above them, and Ian blinked, smiling at him, still kinda reeling in what he thought had just happened.
“Cool.” Anthony mumbled, grinning at the wall again. Geez, Ian reckoned he’d just completely blown his romantic-comment-count out of the window by going and frickin’ proposing.
“Cool.” He replied, gazing at Anthony’s still blushing face, and decided that fuck it all, if they were actually going to do this, why did he need keep anything back? “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Anthony sighed, just before Ian cut him off by grabbing the side of Anthony’s head and crashing them into a passionate kiss.
The afternoon waned away as they sat above the wall, staring out into the distance, spotting far away cows and birds, laughing and making silly shapes in the clouds. As the sun began to reach golden orange colours across the skyline, set low in the sky and making long shadows fall across the path, lighting up the cotton bud clouds with streaks of red and pink, they jumped down from the wall and brushed the dust off their jeans. Wandering back down the path, leaving the little tumbled down building behind them to the stillness of the summer air, Ian decided he might just do his victory dance after all.