Four Years Foreplay Chapter 3/3 FINAL!!
Author: placentalions and guttertalking (Her link here- http://guttertalking.livejournal.com/)
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THIS STORY ALL TOGETHER IS GOING TO CONTAIN A LOT OF MARIJUANA USE, SMUT, GAY SEX, MAJOR DEPRESSION/ANXIETY, ANGST, 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 should have NEVER happened. Ever." With that, Ian lost it. He snatched his hand away from Anthony's grasp while choking on sobs.
"I know it shouldn't have happened!" He yelled out, covering his face with both hands and trembling violently. He could feel the stares his friend was giving him, but couldn't stop crying. His breath was extremely shaky, and his chest felt like it was on fire. This was it, Anthony was trying to kill him.
"Ian, I-" Anthony was cut off by Ian slamming his hands down on the table, startling the taller man sightly. Ian staring at him with a blank expression. The tears stained his face but no more came. He looked emotionless.
"You're a fucking asshole" Ian spoke barely above a whisper. He got out of his chair, tossed it to the floor, stomped to his room, threw the door shut and stood there. He was so livid that he was literally shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't believe it. Of all the things in the world for Anthony to do to piss him off, this was number one. His breath was coming in heavy pants and he didn't know what to do.
Meanwhile, Anthony was still at the table in shock. That was not what was supposed to happen. He hadn't meant to upset Ian like that, but he hadn't been let to finish his thought. He didn't blame Ian though. With the way he started the conversation, he would be pissed too.
Suddenly thoughts of Ian being so upset that he was crying blasted through his mind. He stood up and began walking towards Ian's room, he had to fix this. He wasn't going to let everything be ruined.
When he got there he swung the door open, looking around for his friend. Ian was sitting in the far corner with a shotgun pressed against his temple, murmuring "fuck, fuck, fuck." every time he pulled the trigger.
"IAN!!" Anthony hollered. This startled Ian and swiftly, he turned his head to find his best friend. "What in the hell are you doing?!" Anthony was petrified. He stormed over, snatched the gun, and threw it across the room, bringing Ian into a tight squeeze. His hand caressed the light brown hair of his best friend, rocking him in a mother-like way.
Ian wanted to fight, wanted to punch Anthony in the face. He couldn't though, his body was moving of its own accord into Anthony's warm embrace.
"I'm sorry I fucked everything up, Ant. I don't mean to.. I just do." He was crying again. No, not crying bawling. His body shook and his head throbbed from the force of his sobs. "I just love you so much, Man. I never wanted you to know and I fucked up!" Anthony was trying his best not to cry as well, but the sight of Ian like this was breaking his heart.
Anthony tightened the embrace, his composure broken as tears fell down his face suddenly.
"I'm sorry, man. I fucked up not you!" Anthony sobbed. They continued their cries for what seemed hours until they eventually stopped.
"Dude, please, let go." Ian said.
"I'm never letting go." Anthony replied.
"But I can't breathe" Ian said again.
"Oh, sorry." Anthony let go slowly and put his hands on Ian's cheeks and pressed their foreheads together.
"Don't you EVER scare me like that again" Anthony pleaded.
"It wasn't loaded, ya know?" Ian admitted.
"I don't care, man!" Anthony said, his voice stern.
Ian sighed and nodded.
"It's hard man. I just feel like dirt sometimes." Anthony just nodded and smiled some.
"Ian, I don't want you to feel like shit. I want you to be happy." Ian closed his eyes and took a shaky breath as a tear rolled down his cheek.
"The only time I've felt truly and completely happy was the night at the hotel. You made me feel whole, Ant. I just wish you felt the same."
"I do, Ian." Anthony said as both their eyes met.
"But you said that that night shouldn't have happened!" Ian exclaimed.
"Yes I did, but what I meant was I wanted to that when we were finally together, not just fuck buddies" Anthony explained. Ian thought about it. Maybe it did make sense. "You just didn't let me finish at the dinner table is all." Anthony added. A sudden smack struck his face, it wasn't too hard but enough to give him a shock.
"You bastard!" Ian then grabbed Anthony's face and pressed their lips together.
Anthony was a bit shocked by Ian's sudden reaction but quickly got over it, putting his hands on the shorter man's hips and drawing him closer. Ian moved his hands from Anthony's face to wrapping his arms around the others neck
Ian pulled back some, panting.
"So, does that mean we're together? As in boyfriend and boyfriend?" Ian asked. Anthony genuinely smiled
"yeah, we are" he said gently before planting his kisses back to Ian's mouth. Of course, Ian grinned through his lips. He has never felt so happy in his life. Now he had Anthony, all to himself.
Suddenly he was broke from his happy thoughts and brought into lust clouded ones as Anthony's hand slid from his hip bone to resting over top of Ian's bet buckle. Gasping as he pulled away from the kiss, Ian looked down at the lingering hand.
"Ant, what are you doing?"
"Now that we're together, you're all mine to have. That is if you want to continue, anyway." Anthony smirked. Ian's face flushed as he giggled excitedly and nodded. He then carried on with his tongue lining his partner's bottom lip, asking for permission to enter. Permission granted, though they fought for dominance roughly.
Ian moaned quietly as Anthony undid the buckle and slipped the belt through the loops. He then began to work on the fly as he plundered Ian's mouth with his tongue. Quickly, Ian reached down and slid the zipper on Anthony's pants down.
Anthony's kisses trailed down his lover's jawline, grazing his teeth against the skin of his neck. Ian moaned aloud, giving subtle pleasure to the other. Anthony's long fingers slipped inside the underwear, in front of him. Ian gasped at the warmth and stroking on his dick that suddenly occurred.
"You like that, don't you Ian?" His only answer was to slip his hand into Anthony's own undone pants. He took a hold of the hot, hard member and began to stroke.
All the while attempting to pull both of their pants down to the ground, but failing miserably. He was horny and distracted by Anthony's hand movements, which made it very difficult to perform any type of motor function
Anthony suddenly bit down on his neck, sucking hard and leaving a nice sized bruise behind. It made Ian twitch and whimper excitedly. This caused the taller of the two to chuckle darkly, in a very sensual way.
"Relax, Ian" Anthony whispered. Ian, however, was nervous and turned on way to much to listen. He had always wanted this with Anthony, now they were sober and it was actually happening.
"I can't relax." He said, his thigh muscles tensing and twitching at the sudden flick of the wrist technique Anthony used on him. He groaned out and bowed his head towards the ground, his knees almost buckling underneath him.
"Ian, I want to do More. I want to fuck you." Ian's head shot up then and he looked shocked.
"Are you serious?" Anthony felt worried about the shorter man's reaction, that is until he felt the erection in his hand jump. He smiled deviously, backing up slowly and throwing Ian on to the bed. "Oh, I'm very serious." Ian liked this side of Anthony very much. Anthony began to yank Ian's pants and underwear onto the ground, as well as his shirt. He peeled his own clothing off and tossed it with the pile on the side. He crawled towards Ian and kissed him deeply, swirling their tongues together.
Ian moaned and arched up some, trying to get much needed friction on his erection. He broke away from the kiss and reached over into his bedside table drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube.
"Well, you were prepared for this." Anthony teased. Ian's face went bright red and he rolled his eyes.
"No, I just get lonely and have to jerk off sometimes." He defended.
Anthony laughed a bit before snatching the bottle and squeezing out the sticky liquid substance onto his long, boney fingers. He rubbed it around in his hand, he then traveled to Ian's entrance and prodded at it before entering gently. Ian winced slightly.
"Does it hurt?" Anthony asked softly.
"Not if you stretch me out" Ian replied, eyes shut.
"Ok, babe." Anthony's voice was so soft and gentle that Ian missed the pet name. Suddenly he gasped and broke off on a moan when Anthony found that special spot inside him.
"Ah, Anthony right there. That felt amazing." Anthony grinned again before jamming a 3rd finger in along the other two, connecting harshly with his prostate.
"Ahh!" Ian gasped. Waves of pleasure were sent throughout his body and his back arched.
"Please, Anthony" Ian begged.
"What? What do you want?" Anthony teased.
"Fuck me, please" Ian pleaded.
"Alright, alright" He said. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed the bottle of lube again, squeezed out the sticky mess and lathered it onto his member thoroughly.
“hurry up, Dude!" Anthony laughed at Ian's impatience before sliding into the tight warm entrance. "O-Oh, fuck! Ian, you're so tight." He panted, pulling out and thrusting in again. He kept changing angles, trying to find Ian's sweet spot. He knew he found it when Ian reached up suddenly, his nails raking down Anthony's back. It brought back memory’s of the hotel and turned Anthony on even more, making him fuck Ian harder.
"J-Jesus, Ian" Anthony strained his voice through every thrust. Moans and clawing were coming from Ian, and it felt fantastic.
"Oh my god!" Ian breathed at the sudden hit of ecstasy when Anthony thrusted hard on Ian's prostate. Anthony buried his face into the others neck and nipped at the skin.
Ian felt like he was on fire, burning with the pent up love and lust he had kept hidden throughout the years.
Anthony had his hands on Ian's hips, his nails digging into the skin with the force of every thrust.
"Anthony don't stop! Please don't fucking stop! Ugh, I love you!" He choked out through his dry throat, tears of pleasure leaking and erasing the stains of the ones from pain, covering them with the love he felt for his best friend.
Anthony was panting hard, and bucking harshly into his lover.
"God! Ian!" He moaned as he grasped Ian's untouched erection and tuned it in time with his movements.
"Fuck! Fuck!" Anthony pushed in one more time as hard as he could, his eyebrows furrowed and he made an almost animalistic grunt as he came inside Ian. His lover soon followed and a stifled "fuck!" escaped his mouth.
Ian was still coming down from his orgasm as Anthony pulled out, brushing against his prostate on the way by. He grunted and shook all over, digging his nails into Anthony's back again. Soon the feeling of pleasure faded though and was replaced by exhaustion. He let go and flopped back on to the pillow behind him, still panting.
"That was awesome." Anthony stated as he moved away from Ian to lie next to him on the pillow. "My back stings and I’m sore, but it was awesome."
Ian grinned at Anthony's statements and looked down at his nails. Little drops of drying blood were stuck under them and he laughed in a guilty manor.
"sorry, Ant."
"Hey, it was hot" Anthony shrugged with a smile. He then draped the blanket over them, and Ian snuggled against his lover's chest. It was quiet now as their breathing slowed.
"Hey, Ian" Anthony whispered.
"Hm?" Ian responded.
"I love you" Anthony said, kissing the top of Ian's bowl hair.
"I love you too, Ant" Ian said, looking up at Anthony's brown eyes as they bore into his own sapphire blue orbs which glowed in the dim light.
They kissed gently, clinging to one another before finally beginning to fall asleep. Suddenly, Anthony spoke up.
"Hey, Ian." Ian grunted in response, forcing his tired eyes to open again. Suddenly Anthony looked extremely guilty.
"I knew that the gun wasn't loaded. I... I took the bullets out of the case when you started getting high all the time. I was afraid you were going to try and do what you did. Like you tried when were younger. I'm sorry, but I didn't want to lose you." Ian just smiled and kissed Anthony's lips lightly.
"I'm glad you did. If I would have killed myself, I wouldn't be able to fall asleep in your arms like this. I love you." Anthony smiled widely at that and pulled Ian into a hug.
"I love you too Ian, I love you too."