On The Bright Side (Chapter Three)
Title: On The Bright Side (Chapter Three)
Rating: PG13
Summary: Ian and Anthony finally realized they're meant to be; over the course of the week, they've grown impossibly closer than before, and gotten comfortable with the act that they have feelings for each other. Wednesday morning starts out normal, but takes a turn when the two decide to shower.
A/N: SHE POSTED A NEW CHAPTER?! Yes, finally!! Hopefully you guys still remember this story!! :P I know I promised a 'GASP! NO!' moment this chpter, but I'm going to have to push that off until chapter four. Instead though, there's a much needed, hopefully awesomesauce, hot and smutty shower scene built up (; Sorry that it's oober-short, but chapter four will be longer I believe. Hopefully you like it! :DD
Chapter Three
Ian's eyes slowly opened as he woke. He lifted his head, blinking away his sleep, and looked around. Birds chirped and morning sun shone down around him, onto the grass, shining with fresh dew. Anthony was quietly snoring beneath him...wait, what?!
He realized where he was; Half his body was on top of Anthony's, his head pulled up from moments ago laying on the other boy's chest. His legs were intertwined with Anthony's. Memories slowly trickled back as he broke from his sleepy haze, blush spreading up his neck and onto his cheeks as he recalled last night's events, leading to him falling asleep on Anthony in their backyard; both shirtless. He lay his head back on Anthony's bare chest, smiling as the memories became more vivid. He sighed with contentment, a grin still on him, and closed his eyes, melting in the warmth and comfort of his best friend's arms loosley embracing him. He let himself drift into thought while feeling Anthony's chest rise and fall with each even breath; thoughts of his friend, who he'd kissed and cuddled, who he'd never want to be away from, who he may be in love with.
Was he in love though? Ian had let himself believe he was in love before; he was with Melanie for years before expressing just how much he truely loved her...only to have her cheat on him. He'd been hurt; scarred. Did he just want to believe he was in love with Anthony? It was all happening so fast...Ian didn't want to get hurt again, didn't want to think he loved the man beneath him then be coldly awoken from the dream and ripped back to reality.
The quiet snoring under him ceased, and Anthony stretched out like a cat, interrupting Ian's thoughts. Mid yawn, he said, "Hey, morning...You up, Man?" He wrapped his arms back around Ian.
"Mm..." Ian mumbled, wanting to drift back into blissful sleep, not wanting to untwine his body from Anthony's, and nuzzled his head into the crook of his friend's neck. Anthony gently kissed the top of Ian's head and rested his own head on it. For a few moments, they just lay there, relaxing in the moment.
The moment ended too soon as the sound of a car pulling into their driveway travelled to the backyard. Instantly, both their heads darted up. They quickly untangled their legs and jumped to their feet. Ian grabbed his shirt and clumsily tried to get it on as they went into the house, tripping and fumbling as the fabric obscurred his vision. He got it on and smoothed down his bowl hair, walking over to the front door. He glanced at Anthony, who was still attempting to get his shirt on, and turned back to look through the peephole to see Barry standing, about to knock.
As soon as he did, Ian opened the door, putting on a calm look; calm, which he was anything but at the moment. "Hey, Barry," he said nonchalantly, nodding to him.
"Hey, Ian. Sorry I'm a little early. We're still doing some early shooting for next week's video, right?" He said, gesturing to his camera bag. Ian mentally face palmed himself; how could they've forgotten that the Smosh crew was coming over to film? Well, they were a little preoccupied. They hadn't even decided what to do for the next video.
He thought on his feet before saying, "Actually, Anthony's, uh, really sick, and stuff," Damn, why was he such a terrible liar?
None the less, Barry seemed to buy it. "Oh, that sucks. I'll let the others know. Tell him I said get well soon," Ian had to hold back a smile as Anthony fake coughed overdramatically on the other side of the room.
Ian nodded, "Sure thing. See ya', Barry," Barry walked away and Ian closed the door, putting his back against it and sighing with relief that they'd woken up in time. What would Barry think if he saw the two, topless, laying together asleep? Anthony crossed the room, snaking his arms around Ian and pulling their faces close, a grin on his face.
"Nice save. And since I'm so sick, I guess we have the day to ourselves?" he said, a smirk dancing on his lips. Ian had an idea of what Anthony had in mind.
*****
The week flew by in a haze of smiles, laughs, new experiences, and games of hiding things from their friends and the Smosh crew. Nights of hanging with their friends and fliming their newest video were filled with sneaking winks and playful smirks to each other while no one was looking; it became an ordinary game throughout the week with them. No one noticed a thing...they were pretty sure. Another daily game was racing to the bathroom to determine who got the shower first; and Wednesday was the same.
"No way, bitch! I'm winning twice in a row!" Ian shouted, running down the hall to the bathroom. He yelled out a mix of a laugh and girly squeal as he flew to the floor after having his foot yanked back by Anthony.
"Yeah right," the other boy chuckled, jumping over him and running to the door. Ian pulled himself up and sprinted to the door, shoving Anthony out of the way and running in, sliding slightly on the slippery, wet bathroom floor. He grabbed the doorknob and tried slamming it shut, but his strength was nothing compared to Anthony's as he pushed the door in the opposite direction, prying his way into the bathroom. "Ha!" he said, and both took a moment to catch their breath.
"No way, I totally won," Ian said, shaking his head and nudging Anthony's shoulder. "I was in first,"
"Yeah, well I got to the door first, and I pushed my way in!"
"So?"
"So, I win! Get out, bitch!'
"No, you get out, bitch!" They'd gotten in eachother's faces, now only inches apart.
Anthony laughed. "Okay, so it was a tie," Ian rolled his eyes.
"Fine, but who gets to shower first?" He raised an eyebrow as Anthony smirked, but after a moment matched the smirk with one of his own, realizing what Anthony was thinking. The boy walked up and pulled Ian's body against his, pressing his perfect lips against Ian's.
Their lips moved against eachother in rythym as Anthony pushed Ian up against the wall beside the shower. Heat burned Ian's cheeks, spreading impossibly further as the kiss intensified. He became dizzy as Anthony's tounge grazed his bottom lip slightly. He reached back, attempting to steady himself on the wall, only to find empty space, losing his balance and stumbling through the shower curtain into the tub. He emitted a girly squeal, attempting to grab one of the knobs on the faucet as he fell butt first into the bathtub. He only succeeded in turning the knob all the way, cold water pouring down at full force onto him. Icy water drenched him, and he squirmed helplessly in his position of legs hanging over the side of the tub, back and head against the back wall. Anthony, laughing hysterically, pulled Ian up with one hand, stepping into the freezing shower himself.
"You're such a klutz," He chuckled, wrapping his arms around Ian's waist tightly so he couldn't escape the freezing downpour.
Giving up trying to squirm out of Anthony's strong grasp, Ian sighed with defeat and leaned into his friend's already drenched body, attempting to get warmth. He smiled with trembling, cold lips. "Yeah, but I'm you're klutz," Anthony laughed and reached back, turning the other knob. Icy downpour slowly turned to warming, soothing hot water. Smiling lips met, shower water dripping around their connected mouths. Anthony released Ian from his grasp and ran his hands slowly down his sides, sending chills up Ian's spine. He grabbed the bottom of Ian's soaked shirt and peeled it off, barely breaking lip contact.
Warm water trickled down his torso as he reached for the bottom of Anthony's shirt and removed it as well, throwing it to the back of the shower in a soaked heap with his own. He ran his hands down Anthony's toned torso and wrapped his arms around the small of Anthony's back, pulling his soaked body against his. The taller boy leaned into their kiss, and Ian shuddered, weak once again as his friend's tounge slowly moved across his bottom lip. He let him into his mouth, and his entire body tingled and melted at the feel of Anthony's tounge exploring the inside of his mouth, hesitant at first, making sure it was okay with Ian. He tried to name the wonderful taste of Anthony; whatever it was, it made him just that much more desireable. A long, low moan escaped the back of Ian's throat, and he let his body go limp(erm, maybe not his entire body...) in his friend's arms, giving in helplessly to the entrancing daze of ecstacy he was falling into.
It could've been seconds, or maybe minutes, before Anthony pulled away, all too quickly for Ian. His eyes fluttered open as he resurfaced, the sound of shower water pouring around them returning to his ears. He looked into Anthony's sparkling liquid chocolate eyes with his own, half open. Anthony whispered, warm breath falling on Ian's close face, caution in his voice with every word.
"You know, you can't shower with your pants on,"
Ian's heart skipped a beat; or maybe 100 beats.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Ian and Anthony finally realized they're meant to be; over the course of the week, they've grown impossibly closer than before, and gotten comfortable with the act that they have feelings for each other. Wednesday morning starts out normal, but takes a turn when the two decide to shower.
A/N: SHE POSTED A NEW CHAPTER?! Yes, finally!! Hopefully you guys still remember this story!! :P I know I promised a 'GASP! NO!' moment this chpter, but I'm going to have to push that off until chapter four. Instead though, there's a much needed, hopefully awesomesauce, hot and smutty shower scene built up (; Sorry that it's oober-short, but chapter four will be longer I believe. Hopefully you like it! :DD
Chapter Three
Ian's eyes slowly opened as he woke. He lifted his head, blinking away his sleep, and looked around. Birds chirped and morning sun shone down around him, onto the grass, shining with fresh dew. Anthony was quietly snoring beneath him...wait, what?!
He realized where he was; Half his body was on top of Anthony's, his head pulled up from moments ago laying on the other boy's chest. His legs were intertwined with Anthony's. Memories slowly trickled back as he broke from his sleepy haze, blush spreading up his neck and onto his cheeks as he recalled last night's events, leading to him falling asleep on Anthony in their backyard; both shirtless. He lay his head back on Anthony's bare chest, smiling as the memories became more vivid. He sighed with contentment, a grin still on him, and closed his eyes, melting in the warmth and comfort of his best friend's arms loosley embracing him. He let himself drift into thought while feeling Anthony's chest rise and fall with each even breath; thoughts of his friend, who he'd kissed and cuddled, who he'd never want to be away from, who he may be in love with.
Was he in love though? Ian had let himself believe he was in love before; he was with Melanie for years before expressing just how much he truely loved her...only to have her cheat on him. He'd been hurt; scarred. Did he just want to believe he was in love with Anthony? It was all happening so fast...Ian didn't want to get hurt again, didn't want to think he loved the man beneath him then be coldly awoken from the dream and ripped back to reality.
The quiet snoring under him ceased, and Anthony stretched out like a cat, interrupting Ian's thoughts. Mid yawn, he said, "Hey, morning...You up, Man?" He wrapped his arms back around Ian.
"Mm..." Ian mumbled, wanting to drift back into blissful sleep, not wanting to untwine his body from Anthony's, and nuzzled his head into the crook of his friend's neck. Anthony gently kissed the top of Ian's head and rested his own head on it. For a few moments, they just lay there, relaxing in the moment.
The moment ended too soon as the sound of a car pulling into their driveway travelled to the backyard. Instantly, both their heads darted up. They quickly untangled their legs and jumped to their feet. Ian grabbed his shirt and clumsily tried to get it on as they went into the house, tripping and fumbling as the fabric obscurred his vision. He got it on and smoothed down his bowl hair, walking over to the front door. He glanced at Anthony, who was still attempting to get his shirt on, and turned back to look through the peephole to see Barry standing, about to knock.
As soon as he did, Ian opened the door, putting on a calm look; calm, which he was anything but at the moment. "Hey, Barry," he said nonchalantly, nodding to him.
"Hey, Ian. Sorry I'm a little early. We're still doing some early shooting for next week's video, right?" He said, gesturing to his camera bag. Ian mentally face palmed himself; how could they've forgotten that the Smosh crew was coming over to film? Well, they were a little preoccupied. They hadn't even decided what to do for the next video.
He thought on his feet before saying, "Actually, Anthony's, uh, really sick, and stuff," Damn, why was he such a terrible liar?
None the less, Barry seemed to buy it. "Oh, that sucks. I'll let the others know. Tell him I said get well soon," Ian had to hold back a smile as Anthony fake coughed overdramatically on the other side of the room.
Ian nodded, "Sure thing. See ya', Barry," Barry walked away and Ian closed the door, putting his back against it and sighing with relief that they'd woken up in time. What would Barry think if he saw the two, topless, laying together asleep? Anthony crossed the room, snaking his arms around Ian and pulling their faces close, a grin on his face.
"Nice save. And since I'm so sick, I guess we have the day to ourselves?" he said, a smirk dancing on his lips. Ian had an idea of what Anthony had in mind.
*****
The week flew by in a haze of smiles, laughs, new experiences, and games of hiding things from their friends and the Smosh crew. Nights of hanging with their friends and fliming their newest video were filled with sneaking winks and playful smirks to each other while no one was looking; it became an ordinary game throughout the week with them. No one noticed a thing...they were pretty sure. Another daily game was racing to the bathroom to determine who got the shower first; and Wednesday was the same.
"No way, bitch! I'm winning twice in a row!" Ian shouted, running down the hall to the bathroom. He yelled out a mix of a laugh and girly squeal as he flew to the floor after having his foot yanked back by Anthony.
"Yeah right," the other boy chuckled, jumping over him and running to the door. Ian pulled himself up and sprinted to the door, shoving Anthony out of the way and running in, sliding slightly on the slippery, wet bathroom floor. He grabbed the doorknob and tried slamming it shut, but his strength was nothing compared to Anthony's as he pushed the door in the opposite direction, prying his way into the bathroom. "Ha!" he said, and both took a moment to catch their breath.
"No way, I totally won," Ian said, shaking his head and nudging Anthony's shoulder. "I was in first,"
"Yeah, well I got to the door first, and I pushed my way in!"
"So?"
"So, I win! Get out, bitch!'
"No, you get out, bitch!" They'd gotten in eachother's faces, now only inches apart.
Anthony laughed. "Okay, so it was a tie," Ian rolled his eyes.
"Fine, but who gets to shower first?" He raised an eyebrow as Anthony smirked, but after a moment matched the smirk with one of his own, realizing what Anthony was thinking. The boy walked up and pulled Ian's body against his, pressing his perfect lips against Ian's.
Their lips moved against eachother in rythym as Anthony pushed Ian up against the wall beside the shower. Heat burned Ian's cheeks, spreading impossibly further as the kiss intensified. He became dizzy as Anthony's tounge grazed his bottom lip slightly. He reached back, attempting to steady himself on the wall, only to find empty space, losing his balance and stumbling through the shower curtain into the tub. He emitted a girly squeal, attempting to grab one of the knobs on the faucet as he fell butt first into the bathtub. He only succeeded in turning the knob all the way, cold water pouring down at full force onto him. Icy water drenched him, and he squirmed helplessly in his position of legs hanging over the side of the tub, back and head against the back wall. Anthony, laughing hysterically, pulled Ian up with one hand, stepping into the freezing shower himself.
"You're such a klutz," He chuckled, wrapping his arms around Ian's waist tightly so he couldn't escape the freezing downpour.
Giving up trying to squirm out of Anthony's strong grasp, Ian sighed with defeat and leaned into his friend's already drenched body, attempting to get warmth. He smiled with trembling, cold lips. "Yeah, but I'm you're klutz," Anthony laughed and reached back, turning the other knob. Icy downpour slowly turned to warming, soothing hot water. Smiling lips met, shower water dripping around their connected mouths. Anthony released Ian from his grasp and ran his hands slowly down his sides, sending chills up Ian's spine. He grabbed the bottom of Ian's soaked shirt and peeled it off, barely breaking lip contact.
Warm water trickled down his torso as he reached for the bottom of Anthony's shirt and removed it as well, throwing it to the back of the shower in a soaked heap with his own. He ran his hands down Anthony's toned torso and wrapped his arms around the small of Anthony's back, pulling his soaked body against his. The taller boy leaned into their kiss, and Ian shuddered, weak once again as his friend's tounge slowly moved across his bottom lip. He let him into his mouth, and his entire body tingled and melted at the feel of Anthony's tounge exploring the inside of his mouth, hesitant at first, making sure it was okay with Ian. He tried to name the wonderful taste of Anthony; whatever it was, it made him just that much more desireable. A long, low moan escaped the back of Ian's throat, and he let his body go limp(erm, maybe not his entire body...) in his friend's arms, giving in helplessly to the entrancing daze of ecstacy he was falling into.
It could've been seconds, or maybe minutes, before Anthony pulled away, all too quickly for Ian. His eyes fluttered open as he resurfaced, the sound of shower water pouring around them returning to his ears. He looked into Anthony's sparkling liquid chocolate eyes with his own, half open. Anthony whispered, warm breath falling on Ian's close face, caution in his voice with every word.
"You know, you can't shower with your pants on,"
Ian's heart skipped a beat; or maybe 100 beats.