Four Years Foreplay Chapter 1
Author: placentalions and guttertalking (Her link here- http://guttertalking.livejournal.com/)
(Watch this video here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8gAqJESKdpc - To see what the setting and video we are talking about is.)
THIS STORY ALL TOGETHER IS GOING TO CONTAIN A LOT OF MARIJUANA USE, SMUT, GAY SEX, AND SWEARING! pLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANY OF THAT. READ UNDER ALL OF THE X'S
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It was around 8:30 pm when Anthony got back to the hotel with dinner. They had just finished filming about 2 hours before hand, and Ian was to lazy to go get the food.
"I'm back, Ian!" Anthony shouted as he walked past the bathroom door and into the main lounge area where two king sized beds were placed.
"Hold on, I just got out of the shower!" Ian yelled back. He came out of the bathroom with nothing but boxers on a few moments later, a burst of steam following him out.
"I got pizza!" Anthony beamed.
"Fuck yeah, pizza!" Ian pumped a fist in the air. "Dude I got something before we eat" Ian went to his duffel bag and rummaged around it before grinning. He pulled it out what was a plastic bag, with a dark green hue to it inside.
"Dude, is that..?" Anthony pointed. Ian nodded with a toothy smile.
"Let's smoke a bowl before we eat" Ian suggested.
"Holy shit dude! You actually brought that on the plane?!" Anthony exclaimed, suddenly picturing his best friend in handcuffs. It was kind of amusing actually, but not amusing enough to risk Smosh over.
"Hell no, man. I'm not that dumb. I bought it from an old friend that lives here whilst you were getting our room. Remember when I had to 'pee'?" Anthony nodded, thinking back. "Yep, that was it!" Ian said with that same smile still plastered on his lips. Anthony's face broke into a grin as he nodded enthusiastically.
"Wait, I don’t have pipe or anything." he explained looking confused. Ian just shook his head, looking disappointed in Anthony.
"Has it really been that long since you smoked?" Anthony just nodded, feeling a little embarrassed. Ian began laughing and reached over, grabbing an empty soda can.
"Oh, duh!" Anthony said, face palming himself. Ian giggled as he bent it in, and used his pocket knife to put some holes in it.
With that he sprinkled some of the broken up weed over the holes of the can. "Got a lighter?" Ian asked, holding his hand out. Anthony crammed his hand in his pocket and felt for the one he had used to light a candle earlier. Pulling it out and handing it to his best friend, he was still in shock that Ian actually bought weed, he was always the one to buy.
"Alright!" Ian said, he pressed his lips to the normal opening of the can and flicked the Bic. The flame came out, he put it to the drug and let it burn as he breathed in deeply. He removed it from his mouth and held his breath. He handed the make-shift bong to Anthony along with the lighter.
The other man took it with an excited grin.
"Oh, wait! Don't exhale yet! The fire alarm will go off if we do this in here. Let's go outside." Ian just nodded, still holding his breath as Anthony led the way to the outdoor balcony. Exhaling quickly, and taking a deep breath of fresh air, Ian laughed at the stupidity he would have felt setting off the alarm.
"Nice save, Dude." Anthony just grinned and held the newly lit flame to the dark green herb, taking a deep drag. He closed his eyes and focused on the thick smoke burning his throat as it swirled down into his lungs, making him forget about the stress of everyday life and bringing back memory’s of the last time he had done this with Ian. It had been about 5 years.
"Man, that is strong!" Ian said, taking the can back. He lit it again and inhaled. He let it out as a big white puff.
"Do you think it's working?" Anthony said after his second hit. "What?" Ian said slowly.
Anthony grabbed the can with a giggle. This went on for a while before Anthony hit it one last time before dumping the unsmokeable ashes off the side of the balcony. "Dude... I think your baked." He said ruffling Ian's hair with his right hand and flicking the lighter in his face with his left.
"WHOA-JESUS!" Ian smacked away the flame. Anthony laughed loudly. "Dude-shh! They'll catch us!" Ian hissed.
"Don't be so paranoid, dude" Anthony giggled. They moved their way back into the hotel. They said dumb shit, and had nothing to do but laugh while Anthony sat on a chair which was put on one of the beds.
"I'm starving!" Ian groaned, he made his way over to the pizza box, flipped it open and took three slices. Anthony did the same and sat back on the chair. Ian chomped on his food nosily.
Anthony followed suit, both boys eating until the pizza was gone. "What now?" Ian asked, flopping down on the bed opposite of Anthony's.
"We could make out." Anthony stated blankly, as if it was a completely normal question.
"What?!" Ian asked, feeling very surprised.
"What?" Anthony asked back.
"Huh? Didn't you.."
"Did I what?"
"I don't know..." They both broke into laughter, Ian rolling off the bed and onto the floor.
"I feel....awesome dude" Anthony said. However, he could feel his pants tighten over his crotch area, that was weird. He didn't know whether it was the weed or not but he was horny. He got down from the chair and lied next to Ian on his back. Ian had a goofy expression as he stared at the ceiling.
They both watched as the ceiling fan turned, each keeping an eye on one certain blade as it flew around.
"Hey, Ant?"
"Hmm?"
"I miss you." Anthony looked over at Ian, confused as to why this was spoken.
"What?" He asked.
"I mean, I miss days like this. Remember how we used to do this all the time?" Anthony nodded, moving a bit closer to Ian, the tightening in his pants becoming worse for some reason.
"I mean, we used to do this every weekend. It was like I lived with you man. I guess that is what best friends do right? When you really care about each other yo-" Anthony cut off Ian's rambling suddenly by pressing his lips to his.
Ian melted into the kiss, it felt so good. Soon it took to a different, hotter level as Anthony rolled on top of Ian and began grinding on his crotch. Ian moaned loudly and tangled his hands into the darker boy's hair.
Anthony was being scraped to death by his zipper and needed out badly. He fumbled with the button and zipper before opening it. Ian gripped his partner's erection unexpectedly and began to pump it.
"Ah, fuck Ian.." He panted. He had no idea where all of this came from, but right now Ian was making him feel to good to care.
"Anthony? Why are we doing this?" Ian asked suddenly, not stopping his moving hand.
"I don't know. The weed maybe?" Anthony answered back, bucking his hips up into Ian's tight grip. Ian moaned as Anthony bucked, putting pressure on his own erection.
Ian let go as Anthony fiddled with the buttons on his boxers. He managed to open the flap and get his hand in his best friend's underwear. He grasped the hot member and pumped it slowly. Ian moaned and whimpered from the erotic touch.
"Ant, do you think we did this every other time we got high?" Ian asked with gasps in between.
"I don't remember" he chuckled before engulf his mouth with the erection. Ian's hips bucked and back arched off the floor.
"I hope so." He panted, running his hands through Anthony's dark hair. the taller man bobbed his head up and down, swallowing every time the tip hit the back of his throat.
"Oh god, you're good at this..." Ian gasped, pulling a bit on his hair. Anthony suddenly took all of Ian in his mouth, swallowing and deep throating as much as he could.
“Oh fuck, Anthony!" Ian pulled on Anthony's hair to get him to stop.
"What?" Anthony asked.
"I was about to cum, dude, please fuck me" Ian begged. Anthony grinned, he slid both Ian's and his own boxers and pants off. He went to his bag and found his bottle of lube. "Oh my god, you carry that around?" Ian laughed. "You never know!" Anthony said with a "duh" face.
Ian just grinned back, wriggling out of his boxers and pulling off his shirt. Anthony set out on the same task, but found it hard to concentrate on getting his pants off when Ian was distracting him by kissing and sucking on his neck, leaving faint marks behind his neck and mumbling dirty things in his ear.
Finally, Anthony got his clothes off and tossed them aside. he squeezed the bottle and squished it around his hand. He then proceeded to put a finger inside Ian. His bowl haired friend squirmed with pleasure underneath Anthony, and moaned when Anthony pushed another finger in and scissored both inside, stretching Ian out as much as possible.
"Have you ever done this before?" Ian asked, looking in the other man's eyes.
"No, have you?" Ian nodded looking away, embarrassed. "Does it hurt?" He shook his head and gasped as Anthony brushed the sensitive spot inside him.
"Not if you stretch me enough first." Anthony nodded and kept stretching, careful to take his time, and hit Ian's prostate with every movement. After a while, Ian began to pant.
"Ok, that's enough. Fuck me..." He pleaded looking into Anthony's eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive." Anthony nodded, and pulled his fingers out, quickly replacing them with his member, and pushing in.
Ian gasped and clawed Anthony's back at the old, yet familiar feeling. He threw his head back on the floor as Anthony thrusted in and out slowly. Moans and cursing escaped Ian's lips until his partner kissed him, lining Ian's teeth with his tongue, requesting entrance, which was granted. Their tongues explored each others mouths both tasting of pot and pizza sauce.
It was a strange mixture, but neither seemed to mind. Ian moaned around Anthony's tongue. The sound sent shivers of pleasure to radiate down Anthony's spine making him thrust harder into Ian, slamming into his sweet spot every time.
"O-oh god, Ant!" Ian gasped, pulling away from his mouth to gasp for breath. Anthony hissed in pleasure as Ian raked his nails down the other back, pushing up and gaining friction on his neglected member.
The friction tugged at Ian, sending him in a whole new world of pleasure. It brought Anthony to the edge every time as well. Ian dug his nails harder, drawing little droplets of blood to form on the skin as he came against Anthony's stomach and his own.
Anthony groaned as he pushed one last time, cumming deep inside of Ian. They both panted as Anthony pulled out. They lay there for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath. Soon Ian looked over at the other man who was fast asleep. "Typical Anthony. passing out every time you get a bit of weed..." He muttered to himself as he stood, pulling on his boxers. He wasn't a bit tired, to confused over what just happened to sleep. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the negative thoughts. Looking over at the forgotten bag on the ground, he decided to smoke one more bowl by himself. then hit the hay. They would figure out what to do in the morning. For now though? He was going to get baked, and remember the awesome time they just had.