Do It
Fandom: Smosh
Pairing: Ian/Anthony
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Um... remember that thing we did last weekend? You know, the one we promised not to tell anyone about?”
“Hey, Ant?”
Anthony looked up from his computer, to where Ian was sitting on his bed. He’d been so quiet that Anthony had nearly forgotten he was there.
“Yeah, dude?”
“What did you get for question ten on the algebra homework?”
Anthony grabbed his own homework off the desk, flipping to the second page. “64,” he said finally, locating the answer.
Ian nodded, writing on his paper. Anthony went to turn back to his computer, but Ian looked up again.
“Wait. I... I wanted to talk to you about something. Something not about homework.”
Ian sounded unusually serious. Anthony nodded, getting out of his desk chair and sitting next to Ian.
“What’s up?” he asked.
Ian looked down at his hands awkwardly. “Um... remember that thing we did last weekend? You know, the one we promised not to tell anyone about?”
Anthony’s eyes widened. “Shit, dude, did you tell someone?”
Ian shook his head furiously. “No, no, of course not. If I told anyone, my mom would probably find out, and then I’d be in so much trouble.”
Anthony relaxed. “Alright. What about it, then?”
“Well...” Ian looked down, blushing. “I was wondering if... you know, if you wanted to do it again sometime.”
Anthony grinned. “God, yes. I was hoping you’d ask.”
Ian sighed in relief. “Awesome. Hey, when should we do it?”
Anthony thought for a second. “My parents won’t be home til late on Friday night. We could do it then, and you could sleep over, if you wanted.”
Ian smiled. “Yeah, dude. That sounds great. And, you know, maybe it’ll be better this time. Because we won’t be so nervous.”
Anthony frowned. “It wasn’t good last time?”
Ian shook his head. “No, no, no, it was! It was great. I just meant that maybe it’ll be even better this time, you know? Like, perfect.”
Anthony shrugged. “I thought it was pretty good last time. You know, for our first time.”
Ian blushed. “It was, but... I don’t know, I was nervous as fuck. I kept thinking that your parents would come home or something. Imagine if they caught us doing that!”
“Jesus, we’d be in so much trouble,” Anthony said, laughing. “You probably wouldn’t be allowed over anymore, especially when my parents weren’t home.”
“Exactly,” Ian replied. “So this time will be better, because we’ll have the whole night alone together, right?”
“I guess so,” Anthony conceded. “And, hey, I could look around on the internet for some tips for making it better, too. I’m sure there’s lots of tricks out there.”
“Awesome,” Ian replied, smiling. “Plus I heard it hurts less the second time, too.”
“Did it hurt the first time?” Anthony asked, looking concerned.
Ian shrugged. “A little, at the start, at least. It wasn’t bad, though,” he added, squeezing Anthony’s knee slightly. “It felt really nice after that.”
“Alright,” Anthony said. He looked over at Ian, suddenly looking a little shy. “Hey, dude?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. For... you know, for doing it with me. I’ve wanted to do it for so long, but I wanted the first time to be with someone I really trusted. Like you.” He blushed. “I probably sound so stupid.”
Ian shook his head, smiling. “Nah, dude. I totally get it. And trust me, there’s no one else I’d rather do it with than you.”
Anthony grinned, and pulled Ian into a rough hug. “Thanks, man.”
Ian laughed and hugged him back. “No problem. I love you, dude.”
The words sounded strange, but at the same time, they felt completely fitting. Anthony smiled.
“I love you too.”
A/N: So, yeah, I wanted to write something open-ended, where you could decide for yourselves what they're talking about. Just our of curiosity, did anyone think of anything other than sex while reading this? Leave a comment telling me what you imagine they're talking about, because I'm really curious to know ^_^
Pairing: Ian/Anthony
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “Um... remember that thing we did last weekend? You know, the one we promised not to tell anyone about?”
“Hey, Ant?”
Anthony looked up from his computer, to where Ian was sitting on his bed. He’d been so quiet that Anthony had nearly forgotten he was there.
“Yeah, dude?”
“What did you get for question ten on the algebra homework?”
Anthony grabbed his own homework off the desk, flipping to the second page. “64,” he said finally, locating the answer.
Ian nodded, writing on his paper. Anthony went to turn back to his computer, but Ian looked up again.
“Wait. I... I wanted to talk to you about something. Something not about homework.”
Ian sounded unusually serious. Anthony nodded, getting out of his desk chair and sitting next to Ian.
“What’s up?” he asked.
Ian looked down at his hands awkwardly. “Um... remember that thing we did last weekend? You know, the one we promised not to tell anyone about?”
Anthony’s eyes widened. “Shit, dude, did you tell someone?”
Ian shook his head furiously. “No, no, of course not. If I told anyone, my mom would probably find out, and then I’d be in so much trouble.”
Anthony relaxed. “Alright. What about it, then?”
“Well...” Ian looked down, blushing. “I was wondering if... you know, if you wanted to do it again sometime.”
Anthony grinned. “God, yes. I was hoping you’d ask.”
Ian sighed in relief. “Awesome. Hey, when should we do it?”
Anthony thought for a second. “My parents won’t be home til late on Friday night. We could do it then, and you could sleep over, if you wanted.”
Ian smiled. “Yeah, dude. That sounds great. And, you know, maybe it’ll be better this time. Because we won’t be so nervous.”
Anthony frowned. “It wasn’t good last time?”
Ian shook his head. “No, no, no, it was! It was great. I just meant that maybe it’ll be even better this time, you know? Like, perfect.”
Anthony shrugged. “I thought it was pretty good last time. You know, for our first time.”
Ian blushed. “It was, but... I don’t know, I was nervous as fuck. I kept thinking that your parents would come home or something. Imagine if they caught us doing that!”
“Jesus, we’d be in so much trouble,” Anthony said, laughing. “You probably wouldn’t be allowed over anymore, especially when my parents weren’t home.”
“Exactly,” Ian replied. “So this time will be better, because we’ll have the whole night alone together, right?”
“I guess so,” Anthony conceded. “And, hey, I could look around on the internet for some tips for making it better, too. I’m sure there’s lots of tricks out there.”
“Awesome,” Ian replied, smiling. “Plus I heard it hurts less the second time, too.”
“Did it hurt the first time?” Anthony asked, looking concerned.
Ian shrugged. “A little, at the start, at least. It wasn’t bad, though,” he added, squeezing Anthony’s knee slightly. “It felt really nice after that.”
“Alright,” Anthony said. He looked over at Ian, suddenly looking a little shy. “Hey, dude?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. For... you know, for doing it with me. I’ve wanted to do it for so long, but I wanted the first time to be with someone I really trusted. Like you.” He blushed. “I probably sound so stupid.”
Ian shook his head, smiling. “Nah, dude. I totally get it. And trust me, there’s no one else I’d rather do it with than you.”
Anthony grinned, and pulled Ian into a rough hug. “Thanks, man.”
Ian laughed and hugged him back. “No problem. I love you, dude.”
The words sounded strange, but at the same time, they felt completely fitting. Anthony smiled.
“I love you too.”
A/N: So, yeah, I wanted to write something open-ended, where you could decide for yourselves what they're talking about. Just our of curiosity, did anyone think of anything other than sex while reading this? Leave a comment telling me what you imagine they're talking about, because I'm really curious to know ^_^