The Worst Way to Begin Chapter 3/?
Warnings: Swearing, gay thoughts, gay dates, kicked out Anthony, light smut
Written by: Placentalions and guttertalking. Her link here-http://guttertalking.livejournal.com
Anthony got out of the car and walked up to the house. As he reached the door he almost just walked in, then remembered he didn't live there anymore. Instead he knocked loudly and leaned against the porch, waiting for the door to open. When it did open, his brother was standing there with a smug look. "You shouldn't have come back here, Anthony. Mom's gonna rip you a new one when she sees you here."
"I'm here to get the rest of my stuff" Anthony said. Then his mother came to the door and as soon as she had saw him her face contorted with disgust. Her lips pursed as if she had swallowed an entire lemon.
"What do you want?" she asked sharply.
"I'm here for my stuff" he said blankly. His mother let out a breath through her nostrils and jerked her head back to indicate Anthony could enter. He silently walked through the door and into the house, back towards his old room. The sight of it brought a tight, hurt feeling to his chest. He caught sight of the small Jesus statue that Ian had always messed around with and plucked it up, he was not going to leave that behind. He closed the door carefully and saw the poster of the two girls carefully taped there. A grin fluttered to his face as he remembered Ian squirting glue on it to make it look like they had jacked off over it. His mom had flipped. He giggled and slowly took the poster down and rolled it up, sticking it into one of his duffel bags. He gather his computer, cords, all the rest of his clothing, and the last two pairs of shoes. It took two trips and he got the last duffel bag ready to go. He walked into the living room to find his mother in the same posture she was in the day she kicked him out.
"What?" he asked, he was getting real tired of her shit.
"I found this in your room." She held up a tiny wooden chest. Anthony' chest tightened at the sight of it. He knew what was in there. Slowly he opened it up to reveal a small bag of white pills.
"No, Mom. Those are Mathew's!" He was starting to sweat now. Of course his little brother wold have to leave drugs like that planted in his weed box.
"Those are seriously not mine!" Anthony was furious.
"Oh yeah? Then who's are they?!" she hollered back.
"I know they're not mine!" Anthony shouted.
"You're never allowed back in this house, fagot! I can't believe I have a failure like you for a son. I mean, you probably not even going to graduate high school, much less college. Why don't you just go back to mooching off of Ian and Mrs. Hecox? That's right, I know about you running over there. You're pathetic Anthony!” she screamed. Anthony stiffened.
"Fine." was all he could say. He stormed out of the house, not bothering to shut the door, climbed into his car and drove off.
As he drove down the busy highway that led from his old house to Ian's, he didn't even bother hiding the tears. His mother had hurt him badly, and he couldn't control the shivers that kept crawling through him and making his blood cold. The car swerved a little as he reached up to wipe his face, but he quickly corrected the movement. Wiping his face hadn't done much, for the tears already re-soaked his face. By the time he arrived at Ian's, he was breathing erratically and his eyes were extremely swollen from the force of his tears. So much that he was having a hard time seeing as he walked up to the front door.
Anthony opened the door and shut it behind him. He slid down to the carpet, against the wood and sobbed terribly.
"Anthony?" Ian called, coming down the stairs.
"Anthony! What happened? C'mon let's go upstairs!" Ian pulled him up and guided him up the stairs and into the room.
"Ok, Anthony, what happened?" Ian asked kindly. "My mother, she...called me a 'fagot' and said I'll never amount to anything. I'm not even going to graduate high school. She's Right! I'm a fucking failure!" he said in between sobs.
Ian rested his hand between Anthony's shoulder blades, feeling the sobs wrack through his body.
"Shh. C'mon, breathe for me Ant." Anthony tried his best to calm down but he couldn’t. Hi face was bright red and he almost couldn't breathe at all.
"I-I didn't w-want to go back Th-there, Ian. I j-just wanted to look nice for our date. Then sh-she called me that awful n-name!" He choked out, feeling insanely stupid for crying over a name he had been called.
"I know and I'm flattered you would do that for me but I don't care what you look like, your mother is a bitch, okay? It hurts more having it come from a parent" Ian tried soothing Anthony. Anthony fell to his knees and Ian followed.
"C'mere" Ian drew Anthony into a tight embrace and shushed him, letting him cry into his chest.
After a good fifteen minutes of Anthony having the worst panic attack of his life so far, he took a deep breath and shuddered when he felt the fresh air finally hit his lungs. He pulled away from Ian a few inches and looked down at the mess he made of the shorter boy's shirt.
"I-I'm sorry, Ian. I snotted on your shirt." Ian just laughed and pulled it off, revealing soft, warm, pale skin.
"There, all fixed." Ian said with a warm smile, chucking the shirt into the dirty clothes pile.
Anthony hugged him around the neck. As he pulled away their cheeks brushed and both were only a few inches away from each other. Ian's eyes were bright sapphires and they bore into Anthony's chocolate orbs. Anthony then looked to Ian's pink lips, they appeared soft and delicate.
"Anthony I-" Ian was cut off by his lips being attacked from Anthony's own lips.
Ian was a bit shocked by Anthony's enthusiasm but happily went along with it, kissing back and laying his hands on the others chest. Anthony smiled happily into the kiss and slid his hands down Ian's shoulders and arms then onto his hips, gripping tightly. Ian moaned and pushed forward with his chest but gripping the shirt tightly, drawing them very close together as they allowed each others tongues to discover the others mouth.
Ian tasted of bubblegum and Mountain Dew. Anthony tasted of Cocoa-Cola and gummy sweets. The kissing, however, slowed to a stop. Their eyes still closed and breathing heavy, Ian said the first words
"I guess you're all better." He opened his eyes and pressed his forehead against Anthony's.
"I am when I'm with you." Anthony smiled as he opened his eyes to see Ian looking right at him.
Anthony reached up with one hand to stroke Ian's face softly. "Ian, I might be stupid for saying this, and I'm not 100% sure but... I think I love you." Ian pulled a huge grin and kissed Anthony's lips softly.
"I think I love you too Anthony." They smiled at each other, and then they were kissing again. Only much deeper this time. Ian pushed Anthony back and crawled on top of him. His legs straddling the others. Anthony moaned and kissed Ian harder, sucking on his bottom lip when he tried to pull away.
"I gotta breathe you know." Ian laughed a little before devouring the taller man's mouth. Anthony loved the way Ian's weight was on top of his, and he began grinding against him and grabbed a handful of his hair. Ian moaned as Anthony nipped on his neck. Their lips met once again and Anthony's tongue trailed Ian's teeth to enter. Permission was easily granted. Then, Ian's mom entered the room, swinging the door open
"Ian could-" she said but gasped in shock. Ian scrambled to get off Anthony and Anthony sat up quickly.
"Mom! Haven't you heard of knocking?" Ian's face was flushed as he tried finding a new shirt.
Anthony quickly reached up on top of the bed and plucked off a pillow, pushing it down on his crotch in an attempt to hide his boner.
"Really boys? Couldn't you have waited until I went shopping, or to your aunts house for Easter dinner? Oh jeez, Anthony! Can you please control your boner?" Anthony hung his head but despite his embarrassment, he began to giggle uncontrollably.
"What's so funny, Ant?" Ian asked in an unimpressed, annoyed tone. Anthony just shook his head. "I-It's just that this is the s-second time I-ive been walked in on. You would think I-I would l-learn the f-first time." He said breathlessly between giggles.
"Oh ha-ha." Ian said sarcastically.
"Alright boys, get ready for dinner." Cheryl said before leaving the room, closing the door behind her. Anthony busted out laughing. Ian did as well after a minute.
"That was pretty funny" Ian said. "I feel mortified but it was too funny" Anthony giggled still.
"Ian, you're still red!" Anthony pointed.
"I'm surprised you're not since you have a boner still!" Ian stated.
"I can't help it man, you got me all hot and bothered." Anthony said with a wink before sighing and looking down. "Well, I'm gonna take a quick cold shower. I'll meet you down stairs." Ian nodded and put on a fresh shirt he had managed to find and skipped out of the room and down the stairs to face his mother's reaction. Anthony grinned at Ian's enthusiasm and quickly got up and walked for the shower. Once there, he turned on the water to a colder setting than usual and hopped in. Once the water hit him, his boner instantly died and he washed up as fast as possible.
After getting dressed and meeting the other two downstairs, a devious plan formed in his mind. He was going to torture the shit out of Ian at dinner. He sat down next to the shorter boy and grinned before leaning over and whispering in his ear.
"I was so gonna fuck you, Ian. If your mom wouldn't have walked in, you wold be getting fucked right now."
Ian's eyes widened.
"S-shut up! She'll hear!" he hissed. Anthony chuckled darkly as his mother sat down for the meal. All was quiet until Anthony's hand crept over Ian's thigh and onto his crotch. Ian slightly jumped and gave Anthony a look that shot daggers. Anthony made sure Cheryl couldn't tell about his movements and smiled into his food. "This is really good, Cheryl" Anthony chimed. "Thank you, Anthony" she replied. Ian was fixated on other things, he could hardly bring the fork to his mouth and chew his food properly. Anthony slowly rubbed his hand on the other man's crotch, trailing his fingernail against the teeth of the zipper but not undoing the pants.
“So, Anthony. I see your car is full of items. I take it you went to get the rest of your stuff from your mother's?” Anthony nodded, smiling over at Ian and tracing the inside seam of the jeans that were becoming tighter and tighter.
“Yeah I did, but it didn't go to well. She called me a fagot and said I was a failure in everything I did.” As the words left his mouth, the feeling of dark, suffocating heaviness pushed on to his chest again and he took his hand from Ian's lap, placing it in his own as if he were trying to curl into a ball right on the spot. He felt Ian giving him an empathetic look and felt the boy's hand stroke his shoulder softly before he was pulled into a hug.
“What a fucking bitch!” Cheryl yelled suddenly, then covered her mouth.
“Oh, I'm sorry sweetie. I just hate when people make my boys feel so bad.” Anthony just shook his head and pulled back from Ian's embrace but grabbed his hand tightly.
“It's ok, Cheryl. She is a bitch. It's ok though, I feel a lot better now when I'm here, than I ever did with her.” He looked over at Ian and smiled brightly.
“Plus, there's this person who's pretty awesome that I think I love.” Ian grinned hugely and leaned in to kiss Anthony's lips gently. When they pulled apart, they turned to see Cheryl with a huge smile on her face. They then finished there dinner, a pleasant conversation about graduation party's discussed between them all. And of course, the boy's had their hands intertwined, Anthony leaning over to kiss Ian's cheek every once in a while. When Anthony fell asleep with Ian in his arms, he knew that it was a strange way to begin their relationship, but he also knew it was just the beginning. So far, coming to Ian for help was the best decision he had ever made.