Truth or Dare: Part II
Title: Truth or Dare: Part II
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
A tap on the shoulder brought Ian out of his revelry. Anthony had another card in hand, so Ian snapped to attention. “Truth or dare?” asked Anthony.
“I’m up for a dare this time.”
Anthony read over the card and let out a deep sigh. “You have to give someone of the same sex an intimate back rub or body massage.” Anthony took one more look at the card, rolled his eyes, and added, “That’s not gay at all.”
“Stop complaining,” said Ian as he sidled closer to Anthony on the bed. “You’re getting a free massage out of this.” He mimicked crab pincers with his hands as he came close to pinching Anthony’s flesh.
“Yeah, from a guy who just happens to be my best friend.” Anthony shifted away from Ian.
“You’re helping me complete this dare, whether you like it or not.” Before Anthony could get away, Ian lunged forward and toppled him down onto the bed. He pinned his arms down and flattened himself on top of Anthony to keep him from squirming his way free. This didn’t stop Anthony from fighting back, since he wrapped his legs around one of Ian’s and tried to bend in forward. This didn’t do much while lying on the bed, so he was essentially trapped. Their noses brushed against each other, which made Ian realize just how close they were.
Anthony’s breath brushed across Ian’s skin as Ian said, “Either I can give you a massage like this, or you can flip over and I can give you a proper one.” Ian let go of Anthony and rolled off him.
There were a few seconds of silence before Anthony rolled over. “Fine, just get it over with it.”
Ian cackled like a mad man and wiggled his fingers at Anthony. Anthony just buried his face in the covers and ignored Ian. Oh well, Anthony’s reaction wasn’t too much of a concern. This was an excuse for Ian to freely feel his best friend up, well at least his back. He would have preferred a more intimate body part, but this would do.
Ian straddled Anthony’s hips so that he was facing Anthony’s back. This position would be much better if they were naked and doing something much more erotic than a massage, but that wasn’t something Ian expected to happen any time soon. He pressed his hands gradually into Anthony’s back and slowly kneaded it. He could barely feel the intricacies of the muscles through Anthony’s shirt. In fact, the massage wasn’t that exciting without skin-on-skin contact. He continued to rub Anthony’s back, but both of them seemed to be grumbling about it for different reasons.
“This would be easier if you didn’t have your shirt on,” said Ian, a not so subtle attempt to get Anthony even the tiniest bit undressed.
Much to Ian’s surprise, Anthony immediately propped himself up a bit and tugged his shirt off. With his back exposed, Anthony asked, “Is that better?”
“Definitely,” replied Ian as he admired Anthony’s well-toned back. He slowly placed his hands down on Anthony’s back and let them glide across the surface. The warm skin beneath his fingertips soothed him. He gently pressed down in intervals, eventually applying more pressure over time. Once both he and Anthony seemed to be comfortable with this, Ian began kneading into Anthony’s back with the heel of his palm. He let his hands wandering lower and lower until they drew dangerously close to the waistband of Anthony’s jeans. To fight off temptation, Ian forced his hands back up and worked on Anthony’s shoulders instead. He ventured over the rest of Anthony’s back, rubbing and massaging as he went.
A loud groan interrupted the soothing silence that had permeated the room for the past minute. Ian had almost missed it since he was so entranced by his task. However, the very erotic sound of it caught his attention, especially since it had come from Anthony. Ian pulled his hands back and crawled off Anthony. With a smirk on his face, he said, “I must give one amazing massage to make you orgasm like that.”
“It wasn’t an orgasm, you idiot,” said Anthony as he rolled over and sat up. “It just felt really good.” He scratched at his head and did his best to hide his reddened cheeks, although Ian was fully aware of them. Ian was just glad he could make Anthony feel pleasure like that.
Not wanting Anthony to feel too uncomfortable about what had just happened, Ian grabbed a card and said, “Truth or dare?”
Anthony completely forgot that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, much to Ian’s delight, and said, “Truth.”
Ian read over the card and couldn’t help but smile. This one was very similar to the last question Anthony had, but it was even more specific. “If you could kiss anyone in the room, who would it be?”
Anthony chuckled a bit before he said, “Seeing as I can’t kiss myself, I guess that would have to be you.”
Ian let a toothy grin spread across his face as he said, “Not a surprise, since I’m already your preferred gay lover.”
“Yes, you most certainly are,” said Anthony between laughs. He grabbed another card as he smiled at Ian. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth. I figured you could use a break from all the dancing and massages.”
“The massage wasn’t that bad,” said Anthony as he read over the card. Ian couldn’t help but glance down at Anthony’s chest as his best friend was distracted. He wouldn’t mind massaging those muscles too if Anthony really wanted it.
Anthony gave the faintest sneer as he tossed the card aside. “This question doesn’t really apply to you, so I’ll pick another one.”
Ian raised an eyebrow. “What was the question?”
“Have you ever had a crush on your best friend,” said Anthony. Ian felt his heart leap in his chest. “I figured that question was meant for guys who have girls as their best fri-”
“Yes.”
Ian wanted to rip out his tongue. Why had he answered that? Anthony had given him a free pass and he could have avoided admitting the truth. Now Anthony was going to freak out. He watched Anthony impatiently with frightened eyes.
Anthony stared back at Ian with his mouth hanging open. He didn’t run, which was a good sign. When he finally pushed his jaw back up, his cheeks went a deep red and he looked down at the covers. “I’m just going to assume that you had a best friend before we met and that you’re referring to her.”
Questioning eyes stared at Ian, but he wasn’t going to give an answer. If Anthony wanted his story to be verified, he wasn’t going to get that from Ian. Deep down, Ian wanted Anthony to know everything. He wanted Anthony to know every burning desire and erotic fantasy he had. This was his way of telling Anthony without saying a single word. What Anthony decided to do with it was all up to him.
Ian could sense Anthony’s tenseness. He’d flee the room soon if Ian didn’t stop him. If Ian kept the game going, maybe Anthony would either accept it or move on. Before Anthony could do anything, Ian picked up a card and said, “Truth or dare?”
“Uh… dare… I guess.” Anthony’s eyes wandered around the room, as though searching for an escape route.
Ian read over the dare and then had to read it a second time. Anthony was not going to like this one, although Ian certainly was going to enjoy it. With his face as impassive as he could manage, Ian said, “You have to kiss the player on your right.”
Anthony froze in place. He just stared dead straight at Ian, who awkwardly looked away to avoid the terrified stare. The bed shuffled as Anthony slid off it. “I’m not playing anymore.”
Ian reacted in an instant. He sprung off the bed and blocked the doorway before Anthony could escape. Anthony tried to push past him, but Ian locked his arms against the doorjamb and refused to budge. “You promised that you would complete any dare, no matter what it was.”
Anthony backed away and eyed Ian suspiciously. “Why do you want me to kiss you so badly?”
Ian’s cheeks went a deep crimson as he dodged Anthony’s gaze. “I just want to keep the game going. Breaking the rules just ruins it.”
With Ian’s attention focused downwards, Anthony grabbed Ian by the waist and pulled him out of the doorway. He held Ian mere inches away from him as he asked, “Does this have to do with the last question about having a crush on your best friend?”
Ian tried to squirm free of Anthony’s grasp, but this time he was the one who was trapped. He pushed against Anthony, only to realize that he was practically groping his best friend’s bare chest. Anthony didn’t seem to mind as he watched Ian futilely struggle to break free. A smirk on his face caught Ian’s eye. Why was he enjoying this so much?
The world spun as Anthony violently shook Ian. “Ian, answer the question.”
Ian kept his mouth closed. He couldn’t do it; he couldn’t tell Anthony the truth. He could make all kinds of subtle hints and suggestions, but fully admitting his feelings was beyond what he was capable of at the moment. Now he was the one who wanted to flee from the room. With what little courage he had, Ian said, “That question wasn’t part of the game, so I don’t have to.”
Anthony sighed at Ian’s lame response and let him go. “Fine Ian, have it your way.”
Just when Ian thought he could sit back down on the bed and resume the game as normal, he suddenly found Anthony pulling him in once more. Lips unexpectedly met his and he melted into Anthony’s arms. His best friend was kissing him. Fireworks went off in his head as he tried to kiss back. As soon as he did, Anthony let him go and hastily sat back down on the bed. Avoiding eye contact with Ian, he grabbed another card and said, “Truth or dare?”
Ian floated back to the bed and nearly stumbled over his own feet as euphoria clouded his vision. Anthony had kissed him. This game had been a good decision after all.
“Hello, earth to Ian. Pick one already.”
Ian snapped back to reality and said, “I’ll go with dare then.”
Anthony chuckled as he read over the card. “You definitely should have picked truth.”
“Why?” asked Ian. “What is the dare?”
With his bottom lip bit down to hold back his laugher, Anthony said, “You have to spend the rest of the game naked.”
That would definitely be a problem for Ian. How was he supposed to sit completely naked in front of Anthony? The chances that he’d get a boner while sitting across from his sexy best friend were quite high. Still, he could not back down now. With a nervous gulp, he slid off the bed and onto his feet.
Ian turned his back to Anthony and said, “Can you please look the other way.” He heard Anthony mumble something and looked back to see that he was staring at the far wall. Ian then pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. With a deep breath, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. His boxers followed immediately after. He felt so exposed, completely naked in a room with his best friend.
Ian glanced behind him to see if Anthony was still staring at the wall. To his surprise, his best friend’s gaze was firmly focused on his behind. Why was Anthony even looking there? Ian coughed to catch his friend’s attention. Anthony’s eyes snapped up and connected with Ian’s. His cheeks went deep red as he quickly averted his eyes. He had been caught in the act and he knew it.
With his hands strategically placed over his exposed crotch, Ian spun around and carefully sat down on the edge of the bed. He crossed his legs to hide his dick and to fight off any impromptu boners. Anthony kept watching him out of the corner of his eye and Ian pretended not to notice. He didn’t understand his best friend’s sudden interest. Anthony wasn’t gay, as far as he knew, yet he had given in and kissed Ian, as well as seemed unable to take his eyes of Ian’s naked body.
Ian picked up another card, careful not to reveal too much of his body to Anthony as he shifted. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
Ian read the card with a smirk on his face and then said, “And I thought nothing could top the lap dance.”
Anthony gently massaged his forehead. “Oh god, what do I have to do this time?”
Ian couldn’t hold back his laughter. “You have to do a striptease.” He grabbed Anthony’s shirt and tossed it at him. “Now put this on so you can do the full thing.”
Anthony pulled the shirt on and eyed Ian nervously. “Do I have to strip all the way?”
“If I have to be naked, so do you.” Ian squeezed his legs together as he felt blood rushing to his crotch just at the thought of Anthony naked. “Now work that body.”
Anthony practically crawled out in front of Ian. His face seemed to have gone permanently red. Ian couldn’t blame him, since he had been put in one awkward situation after another. With a smile on his face, Ian encouraged Anthony to start.
Anthony reluctantly pulled the hem of his shirt midway up his chest while he nibbled nervously on his lower lip. He lingered there as though considering whether to continue. Ian didn’t heckle him this time, since this was obviously much more disconcerting for him; stripping completely naked was more nerve-wracking than a lap dance. Anthony lifted his shirt a bit farther to reveal his nipples. He hesitated for a second, but then tossed the shirt aside.
Ian was practically strangling his dick between his legs as a half-naked Anthony grabbed the edge of his jeans. He wanted to see Anthony naked, badly. The game had strained their relationship, but now it would pay off. Ian watched intently as Anthony pulled his pants down and revealed the boxers beneath. Anthony then let them fall quickly enough and tossed them aside.
With Ian’s gaze never leaving Anthony’s body, Anthony plucked at the waist of his boxers. He playfully pulled them down to reveal a tempting pleasure trail, but not far enough to reveal too much. He tugged them past his hips to reveal more and more. When Ian took the time to look up at Anthony’s face, he noticed that Anthony kept staring up at the ceiling. He clearly was not comfortable with this, but at least he kept going.
Anthony spun around and hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his boxers. He then lowered his boxers to show his firm buttocks. He started to move his boxers back up, as though reconsidering stripping entirely, but then suddenly pulled them all the way down. He let them drop to the floor around his ankles.
Now completely naked, Anthony slid back to the bed and sat down. He crossed his legs like Ian and they both watched each other out of the corner of their eyes. Ian’s legs were sore from pressing them together so tightly, but he needed to prevent an erection. He did not need Anthony to see that happen. It didn’t help that his eyes were drawn to Anthony’s naked body. Anthony’s legs concealed what he really wanted to see, but the view wasn’t that bad.
Anthony kept his gaze away from Ian as he grabbed a card. “Truth or dare?”
“Let’s give dare another shot.” In all honesty, Ian wanted something sexual. They were already naked, so he was ready to take the next step. This was the whole reason he had started this game in the first place.
Anthony read the dare on the card and his eyes widened. “I think this would be a good place to stop.” He went to place the card back on the pile, but Ian grabbed him by the wrist.
“What is the dare?”
Anthony refused to budge and didn’t seem like he wanted to answer. When his gaze started to wander, Ian quickly snatched the card away with his free hand. In the process, his legs broke free of their crossed position and he fell over onto the bed. Anthony also tumbled forward onto the bed in an attempt to grab back the card. They landed next to each other, face to face, with only a foot or two separating them. Ian’s eyes immediately took in the Anthony’s full nakedness and his dick became hard in the process. He immediately flipped around before Anthony could see that he now had a boner, the card still in his hand.
“No let’s see what this dare is,” said Ian as he held the card up to his face. “Put whipping cream on a guy’s dick and then lick it all off.”
Ian immediately spun back around, not caring about his erection, so that he was face to face with Anthony again. Anthony was still lying in the same position, fully exposed. He let out a nervous laugh before he said, “Now you see why we should stop.”
Ian looked right into Anthony’s eyes. For once, his best friend did not look away. He could tell that this was too much for Anthony. This was a full-on sexual act. Still, Anthony had not fled the room yet, so that was a good sign. He hid a smile as he said, “I’ll get the whipped cream.”
“What?” asked Anthony with wide eyes. “You can’t seriously be considering this?”
“A dare’s a dare,” said Ian. He then bounced off the bed and headed to the kitchen. He snatched the whipped cream out of the fridge and sped back to his room. Much to his surprise, and delight, Anthony was still sprawled out naked on his bed. If he truly did not want this to happen, he would have either left or dressed by now.
“Shall we get started?” asked Ian as he shook the can of whipped cream.
Anthony didn’t give a reply, his mouth just opening and closing over and over. Ian ignored his bewildered expression and crawled onto the bed. His best friend tried to back away, but Ian pinned one of his legs down with his free hand. Before Anthony could squirm free, Ian popped the lid off the whipped cream and sprayed down his friend’s dick.
As Ian tossed the can aside, he made sure to catch Anthony’s attention. His bright blue eyes looked into Anthony’s dark brown ones. He kept his expression calm and confident in the hopes that Anthony would start to feel the same. Anthony was visibly shaking and Ian did not want to make this scarring for him. He tried to make his voice as soothing as possible as he asked, “Are you ready for this?”
“You don’t have to do this dare.” Anthony’s voice cracked as he spoke and shifted uncomfortably on the bed.
Ian lowered himself down until his face was level with Anthony’s dick. His breath blew against the whipped cream layer as he said, “But I want to.”
Without another second wait, Ian ran his tongue up Anthony’s dick and licked off a strip of whipped cream. Anthony flinched at the contact, but didn’t back away. Ian let his tongue glide along the surface of Anthony’s dick. He swirled his tongue around the tip, until it was completely clean, and then cleared off the shaft. Anthony spasmed beneath him; whether it was from anxiety or pleasure, Ian didn’t know.
Once his dick was licked clean, Anthony said, “Okay, you can stop now. The dare is over.”
Ian ignored Anthony’s words and kept going. His tongue traced the slit of Anthony’s dick and travelled down the shaft. He playfully licked at Anthony’s balls as he looked up sexily at his best friend. Anthony bit down on his lower lip as he said, “Please stop.”
Feigning ignorance, Ian kept going. He ran his tongue back up Anthony’s dick and wrapped his lips around the head. He delicately grabbed the base with his fingers as he played with the head. He engulfed Anthony’s dick in his mouth and deep-throated him. Anthony kept muttering protests, but they were quickly drowned out by moans.
“Ian, that’s enou-fuck!” Anthony threw back his head and cried out in ecstasy. Ian must have hit a sweet spot.
Ian pulled his mouth free and said, “You don’t sound like you want me to stop.” He immediately went back to giving Anthony a blowjob, which elicited further moaning from his best friend.
With increasing speed, Ian sucked away at Anthony’s dick. Anthony kept trying to mutter protests, but Ian made sure to cause enough pleasure to silence them. The constant moans and shuddering told Ian that his plan was working. He had intended to entrap Anthony in some sexual act from the start and now it was actually happening. Now he just had to finish what he had started.
When Anthony started to buck his hips and moan even louder, Ian knew it was time. He pulled his mouth free and jerked Anthony’s dick with his hand. With lust-filled eyes, he watched the dick in his hand spasm and release white streams up onto his best friend’s chest. Once finished, he wiped his hand on the bed sheets and grabbed a tissue for Anthony to clean himself up.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” asked Ian. He smiled at Anthony to reassure him. Anthony merely gave a faint nod, but refused to meet his gaze as he cleaned himself off.
Ian picked up the cards in the discard pile one by one as he carefully eyed Anthony. His best friend was picking up the ones near him, but he wasn’t doing much else. The silence was disconcerting. He wanted to say something, anything, but he did not know how Anthony would react. Perhaps Anthony wanted to act like nothing had happened. In that case, Ian would have to go along with it. He had been daring enough today and he didn’t want to put his friendship with Anthony in even more peril.
As Ian went to put his cards back in the box, Anthony moved to do the same. Their hands met over the box and Anthony flinched at the contact. His finger caught on the edge of the box and he knocked it aside. Dozens of cards scattered across the bed. He mumbled an apology and quickly went about picking up the cards.
Ian sat still on the bed and watched Anthony clean up the mess. He tried to ignore the fact that his best friend was still naked, as well as himself, but it was far too distracting. Modesty was lost now, but it didn’t make the situation any less uncomfortable. Ian tried to make eye contact again, even for just a moment, but Anthony’s gaze was focused downwards. His bangs were also swept forward to shield his eyes. At one point he glanced up and their eyes met, but Anthony quickly looked away as his cheeks flushed. All Ian wanted to know was what was going through his friend’s head.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Anthony finally picked up all the cards and placed them in the box. He held one in his hand that he hesitated to put back after he read over it. Finally, he broke the silence and asked, “Can we play one last round?”
“Uh… I guess so.” Ian didn’t really know what else to say. He hadn’t expected Anthony to want to continue at all. Ian kept his composure calm so as to not send the situation spiralling out of control. Anthony had something in mind, but he wasn’t sure what that was.
Anthony looked up for once with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Is it okay if I just give you one final dare?”
Ian tried to take a peek at the card in Anthony’s hand, but he couldn’t read what it said. A smile crept across his face as he said, “Sure, why not.”
“Okay, here it goes.” Anthony gave Ian an infectious smile, one he had not seen in a long time. Anthony took in a deep breath and then said, “I dare you to ask your crush out on a date?”
What was Anthony playing at? Surely he knew by now that Ian had feelings for him. Ian scrutinized Anthony for any hints and the beaming smile gave him his answer. Anthony knew and that was exactly why he had given that dare.
With a smirk on his face, Ian said, “But what if I get rejected?”
Anthony licked his lips and then said, “You might be surprised.”
The two smiled at each other for several seconds before Ian hopped off the bed. He walked over to his discarded pile of clothes and began rifling through his pockets. He drew out his phone and returned to the bed.
“Why do you need that?” asked Anthony.
Ian hid a smile as he replied, “To call my crush for a date.” He then dialled the number as Anthony looked at him with a perplexed look on his face.
It was hard not to laugh when Ian heard Anthony’s iPhone ring in his jean’s pocket. Anthony immediately started chuckling as he jumped off the bed and fetched his phone. He answered the phone with his eyes focused on Ian. “Hello.”
“Hey Anthony,” said Ian as he grinned at Anthony across the room. “Would you like to go out on a date with me?”
“I’d like that,” said Anthony right before he hung up the phone and tossed it amongst his discarded clothes. His heart-warming smile sent tingles through Ian’s body as Anthony stepped closer to him.
Ian threw his cellphone aside as Anthony slid onto the bed next to him. Anthony gently ran his fingers along Ian’s neck and chin as he leaned over. Their lips met in a smooth caress. Ian liked the taste of Anthony on his lips; it was certainly something he could get used to. As Anthony rolled on top of him and the kissing became more passionate, Ian could only feel elation at how perfectly things worked out sometimes.