Truth or Dare: Part I
Title: Truth or Dare: Part I
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Summary: Ian finds a game of Truth or Dare and convinces Anthony to play it with him.
Author's Notes: I got all of the questions and dares off the internet. There were some surprisingly dirty ones. Quite a few involved masturbation, but I found some much better ones. xP
Previous Chapters: One-shot
“Anthony!”
Ian dashed down the hallway with his arms flailing around him. He tripped on his own two feet as he entered the living room and tumbled to the floor. The momentum forced him to roll towards the sofa, where he came to a stop right at Anthony’s feet. With a huge grin on his face, he said, “Let’s play a game.”
Anthony lowered his iPhone and looked down at Ian. He bit down on his bottom lip to hold back his laugher. “Must be some game if you’re rolling around like a puppy just thinking about it.”
Ian got up onto his knees and presented a box to Anthony. The “Truth or Dare” label clearly stated what kind of game he had in mind. He subtly hid the “Adult Edition” part of the label with his fingers, since he figured that Anthony would find out about that soon enough. With a grin still on his face, Ian asked, “So do you want to play with me?”
Anthony glanced up at the clock on the wall. “I guess so, since we don’t have any filming or editing left to do today.”
Ian jumped to his feet and nearly tossed the game into the air. He grabbed Anthony’s hand, tugged him off the couch, and led him down the hallway to his room. He was like a giddy schoolboy as he skipped into his room with Anthony in tow. Ian rolled onto his bed and moved into a cross-legged position near the centre. Anthony plopped down onto the edge of the bed and Ian placed the game down between them. He quickly popped the lid off and tossed it aside before Anthony could read the entire title.
Ian was eager to play the game, although he would never admit it to Anthony. He had looked at some of the questions and dares earlier and knew exactly what to expect. They were not something Anthony would be comfortable with, but Ian would make sure that he played anyway. This could go either very well or very badly based on what questions or dares turned up. Hopefully the naughty ones would show up after some of the others lured Anthony in.
“So are you ready to play?” asked Ian.
Anthony gave a little shrug and said, “Sure, let’s start.” He didn’t seem all that enthusiastic, but that wasn’t too much of a concern.
As Anthony reached for the first card, Ian slapped his hand away. Anthony gave him a surprised look as he gently rubbed his hand. Ian did his best to look serious, but he couldn’t hold back a smile. “We can’t start until you promise me something.”
The room was silent for a few seconds as Anthony eyed Ian curiously. “What kind of promise?”
Ian gently grabbed Anthony’s hand and held it in his. Anthony kept giving him weird looks, but he ignored them. “You have to promise me that no matter what question or dare you get, you will answer it or go through with it.”
“You make this sound so serious for a game.” Anthony pulled his hand out of Ian’s grasp.
“Well if you just decide to opt out when you get something you don’t like, it will ruin the fun.” Ian really needed Anthony to go along with this promise. Without it, Anthony could just get out of whatever situation that came up. If this game was going to get him closer to his best friend, Anthony had to accept the promise.
Anthony shrugged his shoulders and said, “I guess I can promise that.”
Ian’s heart leapt in his chest. Everything was going perfectly so far.
Anthony reached forward for a card, but Ian slapped his hand away again. “I get to ask you first, bitch,” said Ian as he snatched the top card. Anthony rolled his eyes at him, but Ian ignored him and continued on. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth, I guess.”
Ian looked down at the card and read out the question. “Have you ever cheated on your girlfriend or would you ever cheat on her?”
A thoughtful look crossed Anthony’s face as he looked down at the floor. After a few seconds of silence, he looked Ian straight in the eyes and said, “Yes.”
“You cheated on Kalel?” asked Ian as a grin crept across his face. “I didn’t picture you as the cheating type.”
Anthony chuckled slightly before he said, “I haven’t cheated on her. I just think that I would if the right person came along. I’ve been considering breaking up with her anyway.”
Ian eyed Anthony up as he took in his words. Anthony breaking up with his girlfriend could only be good for him, although it didn’t mean he would be any closer to being with his best friend. Still, it was one less obstacle in the way.
“Truth or dare?” Anthony held a card in his hand and was waiting for Ian’s response.
“I’ll try truth,” said Ian. He hoped it wouldn’t be one of the truly revealing ones or he might have to cheat. Keeping everything honest was important though if he had any hope of something meaningful coming out of all this.
“Who do you think is the best looking person in the room?” Anthony glanced around the empty bedroom and let out a laugh. “This should be a hard choice. Obviously this game was meant for more than two people.”
A sigh of relief escaped from Ian’s mouth. He had gotten one of the easier questions to answer. He could be completely honest and not scare Anthony away. “While that invisible man hiding in the corner is fairly attractive, I guess I would have to choose…” Ian let his finger wander around the room until it rested on Anthony. “…you.”
Anthony flexed his arms and said, “Well I am rather sexy.”
“Yes, you certainly are the sexy half of Smosh.” Ian stopped himself short of licking his lips at the sight of Anthony flexing his muscles.
Anthony smirked back at Ian. “Then what does that make you?”
“The funny half, bitch.” Ian did an over-exaggerated grin as Anthony pushed against his shoulder. The two both broke out in laughter, continuously pushing back at one another.
“I thought you were going to say that you were the cute half of Smosh.”
Ian’s breath caught in his throat. Did Anthony just call him cute? Anthony kept on laughing until he noticed a few seconds later that Ian had stopped. Redness spread across his cheeks as he realized what he had said. “Oh, I thought we were referring to physical features. I thought that since I’m the sexy one, you’d be more the cute type.” Silence engulfed the room as Anthony awkwardly eyed the floor.
Ian quickly snatched up the next card and asked “Truth or dare?”
“Let’s try something different. I’ll take dare.”
Ian read over the dare on the card and was soon grinning. Anthony leaned forward to try to read the card. Before he could, Ian said, “You have to carry me around the room, bridal style.”
“I suppose it could have been worse,” said Anthony. He rose to his feet and propped his arms out. “Hurry up so we can get this over with.”
Ian rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He held back a grin as he launched forward and jumped into Anthony’s awaiting arms. Anthony nearly fell backwards as he snatched Ian out of the air and tried to maintain his balance. After stumbling around, he backed into the bed and was forced into a sitting position with Ian still in his arms.
“What was that for, douchebag?” Anthony glared at Ian as he rose back to his feet.
In Anthony arm’s, Ian was only several inches from Anthony’s face. With their faces so close, Ian couldn’t help but blush. Anthony didn’t seem to notice. Ignoring Anthony’s question, Ian said, “Now carry me around, bitch.”
Anthony let out a deep breath, which tickled Ian’s nose and blew gently across his skin. He walked slowly around the room with Ian held in his arms, occasionally shuffling him around to get a better grip. After nearly dropping Ian, he let out a groan. “Fuck, you’re heavy.”
Ian wrapped his arm around Anthony’s back and lightly smacked him on the back of the head. “That’s no way to treat me on our honeymoon.” He let out a girly giggle and rested his head against Anthony’s arm. He ran his hand slowly down Anthony’s back as he felt the warmth of his body. This dare certainly wasn’t bad at all.
Without warning, Anthony dropped Ian out of his hands. Ian bounced onto the bed and rolled off onto the floor. “What the fuck was that for?” asked Ian as he rubbed his sore back.
“That was for the honeymoon joke,” said Anthony. “Plus you’re fucking heavy. Lose some weight, fatso.”
Ian pouted at Anthony and crawled back up onto the bed. “Well not all of us can be sexy.” He stuck his tongue out at Anthony and tossed a card at him.
Anthony caught the card in his hand. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
Anthony read over the card and rolled his eyes. He tossed the card aside and said, “Slow dance with the person to your left for one song.”
Ian shifted his position so that Anthony was now on his left. “What a coincidence. I guess that means you.” Ian offered Anthony a huge grin as he rolled back off the bed.
“This game wouldn’t be so gay if women were involved,” said Anthony.
Ian went over to his clock radio and adjusted the dials until he found a station playing slow music. He stepped towards Anthony and held his hands out. “Would you like to dance?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No, bitch.” Ian grabbed Anthony’s waist and pulled him close. Anthony lost his balance and fell against Ian. Their bodies pressed up again each other, but Anthony quickly tried to pull back. The iron grip on his hips kept him from escaping.
Anthony let out a sigh of resignation and placed his arms on Ian’s shoulders. “Could this get any gayer?”
Ian held back a laugh. If only Anthony knew what other questions and dares were in the pile. He would have fled the room by now if he did. The two stood in place and spun slowly around to the music. With a smirk on his face, Ian replied, “Well it can’t get any gayer for you since you’re clearly the woman right now.”
“And why is that?” Anthony looked down at Ian’s face. They were even closer now than they had been when Anthony had carried Ian around.
“The guy usually has his hand on the woman’s waist, while the woman places her arms on the man’s shoulders.” Ian gave Anthony a wide grin as his best friend took notice of their position.
“That’s just because you’re shorter, nimrod,” said Anthony. Ian continued to grin until Anthony looked away.
They kept spinning in place with neither one talking. Anthony looked off over Ian’s shoulder at the wall, while Ian tried to keep his eyes from examining his best friend’s extremely close body. As the song came to an end, a mischievous twinkle filled Ian’s eyes. The music faded away as Ian suddenly lowered Anthony down into a dip; however, he underestimated Anthony’s weight and his own strength. He lost his grip on Anthony and dropped him instead. Thankfully the bed was behind Anthony, so he bounced down onto it.
“Why the fuck did you do that?”
Ian blushed slightly, since he had not meant to drop Anthony. “I thought it would fit the dance.” He grabbed Anthony’s hand and helped him off the bed. “At least it makes up for you dropping me.”
Anthony grumbled to himself as he sat back down on the bed. “Just pick a card so we can move on.”
Ian snatched up a card and asked, “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
Ian read over the dare and immediately burst out laughing. Anthony really wasn’t going to like this one.
“What? What is it?”
Ian tried to hold back his laughter, but he broke out in another bout. When he finally caught his breath, he said, “The card says you have to give someone of the same sex a lap dance for sixty seconds.” He bit down on his lower lip to hold back further laughter as he slid to the edge of the bed and patted his legs. “My lap is ready when you are.”
Anthony took one look at Ian’s lap and said, “Fuck no. I am not giving you a lap dance.” He immediately stormed towards the door.
“But you promised.”
Anthony stopped in his tracks. He took in a deep breath and said, “That was before anything sexual was involved. Why do you want me to do it anyway?” He narrowed his eyes at Ian, who just gave him a toothy grin.
There were obvious reasons why Ian wanted the lap dance, none of which Anthony knew. The idea of Anthony giving him a lap dance made his blood boil and he had to keep swallowing his spit to prevent himself from drooling in anticipation. With a grin still on his face, Ian said, “I’m bound by the promise as much as you. Plus I think it would be hilarious to see you do it.” Ian slapped his thighs and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Anthony glanced at the door and then back at Ian. With a sigh of resignation, he stepped closer to Ian. When he was standing in front of him, he said, “I’ll do the dance, but I am not stripping or anything.”
“Fine by me,” said Ian. “Just make sure that you work that fine ass.” Ian gave a sexy wink, which made Anthony blush. He was going to have a lot of fun with this.
An upbeat song started playing on the radio, which had been left on from the slow dance. Anthony slowly shook in place, which made him look like one of those dashboard hula dancers. His face was impassive and his body seemed limp and lifeless. He clearly wasn’t putting much effort into it, since he barely moved at all. When he spun around, Ian smacked him on the ass and said, “Swivel those hips.”
Anthony jumped at the sudden contact. “What was that for? I’m uncomfortable enough as it is.” He twirled around and glared at Ian.
“Well if you’re going to do it, may as well make it good. I don’t want a crappy lap dance.”
Anthony rolled his eyes, but eventually started moving again. He swivelled his hips a bit more with his eyes still fixed on Ian. Ian was too fixated on the gyrating going on in front of him. “You’re enjoying this a little too much.”
Ian’s gaze snapped up and he did his best to keep from blushing. Had Anthony caught on to what he was up to? Faking a smirk, Ian said, “Maybe I just like to torment you.” Anthony rolled his eyes again as he spun back around. With his eyes locked on his best friend’s sexy ass, Ian added, “Now it isn’t a proper lap dance until you get on my lap.”
All movement stopped in front of Ian. Clearly Anthony was considering his options. After a few seconds, he inched backwards and hovered over Ian’s lap. He continued to gyrate, with his hips moving in slow circles and his butt almost pressing up against Ian. It took a lot of willpower for Ian not to just grab Anthony’s ass right there.
“That’s sixty seconds; I’m done.” Anthony quickly straightened up and started to move away.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Ian grabbed Anthony by the waist and pulled him down onto his lap. Anthony squirmed for a bit, but Ian had his arms quickly locked around his best friend. In the deepest voice he could manage, Ian said, “You’re done when I say so, pretty boy.”
There were a few seconds of awkward silence, but then the two broke out in laughter simultaneously. After he regained his composure, Anthony said in a girly voice, “Please let me go, mister.”
“Not until you let me have a piece of that fine ass, boy.” Ian pinched Anthony’s butt for good measure before breaking out in laughter again.
Once they had settled down, Anthony got out of Ian’s lap, much to Ian’s disappointment. He sat down on the edge of the bed and said, “Let’s move on to the next one.” He picked up a card and quickly read over it. “Truth or dare?”
“Uh… truth.”
“When have you loved someone who hasn’t loved you back?”
Ian nibbled his lower lip nervously. He’d have to be careful answering this one, since the person he loved who didn’t love him back was sitting right in front of him. He avoided eye contact with Anthony as he quietly answered, “Right now.”
Anthony eyed Ian with concern. “Are things not going well with Melanie?”
Ian refused to make eye contact as he said, “Sure…”
Before Anthony could question him further, Ian snatched up another card. “Truth or dare?”
“I’ll go with truth.”
“If you were homosexual, which one of your same sex friends would you make a pass at?” Ian placed the card down with the other used ones and propped his head up with his hand. He was very interested in the answer to this question.
Anthony scratched his head. “I don’t know. I’m not gay.”
“But if you were,” said Ian, “you know, hypothetically; what guy would you flirt with?” Ian sprawled out on the bed and eyed Anthony with interest. There was only one answer he wanted.
“I guess if I had to pick someone, I’d pick you.” Anthony gave Ian an awkward smile and reached for the next card.
That was definitely the answer Ian wanted. His hand lingered close to Anthony’s leg, but he pulled it back when he realized what he was doing. Just because Anthony would choose him if he was gay, didn’t mean he was gay. He had to stop giving himself false hope. Anthony wasn’t gay, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to influence his sexuality. A question lingered at the edge of his mind. “Why me? Surely you must have more attractive male friends.”
“I picked you because we’re best friends. We get along so well that a relationship wouldn’t be so bad.” Anthony went to place his hand down on the bed and accidentally touched Ian’s hand. He flinched back and smiled apologetically. “You’re not exactly unattractive either.”
Ian adjusted his position to hide his growing boner. Who knew that words could turn him on. Of course, Anthony had never come close to calling him attractive before. He smiled to himself and sighed contently.
Read Part II here: http://michaelangelo24.livejournal.com/15118.html