Fast And Slow - Chapter 2
Fandoms: Smosh, AmazingPhil, danisnotonfire
Pairings: Ian/Anthony, Dan/Phil (for now, at least).
Rating: PG-13 (for this chapter).
Summary: Dan and Phil go to California to film a video with Smosh, but Ian has a secret plan.
A/N: I think my Phil is OOC arghhh Dx
Ian finished blowdrying his hair and ran a hand over his cleanly-shaven face, making sure he hadn’t missed any spots while shaving. Once satisfied with his appearance, he dropped his towel and wandered out of the bathroom, completely naked.
He walked into the bedroom area of the hotel room, where Anthony was sat on the bed, tying the laces of his canvas sneakers. Ian looked approvingly over Anthony’s outfit - a navy blue button-up shirt unbuttoned over a white t-shirt, paired with black skinny jeans. He couldn’t resist stepping between Anthony’s legs to straighten his collar.
“You look nice,” he murmured, letting his fingertips linger on Anthony’s chest.
Anthony smirked, his eyes travelling over Ian’s naked body. “Look who’s talking.”
Ian grinned and pulled Anthony in for a kiss, biting gently at his lower lip. He moaned appreciatively as Anthony’s hands reached down to cup his ass, squeezing softly.
“You should get dressed,” Anthony murmured against his lips.
“I really should,” Ian replied, kissing along Anthony’s jawline. Anthony’s breath stuttered as Ian’s teeth grazed his neck. He pulled away, shaking his head.
“Okay, you are way too naked and way too attractive for me to resist right now,” he said, laughing. “I’m supposed to be ‘saving my energy for tonight’, remember?”
Ian sighed. “Whose stupid idea was that, again?”
“Yours,” Anthony replied, grinning. “Now get dressed. We have to meet Dan and Phil at the restaurant downstairs in half an hour.”
Ian laughed. “Okay, okay, fine.”
---x---
Phil watched, trying to hide his smile, as Dan changed shirts for the third time.
“It would look pathetic if I wore a Smosh shirt,” Dan muttered to himself as he pulled off his Charlie The Drunk Guinea Pig t-shirt. “I need something nicer.” He rummaged through his suitcase, finally pulling out a white dress shirt. He slipped it on, only to tear it off again before he’d even finished buttoning it up.
“Too formal,” he muttered. “Jesus, this is hard.”
Phil sighed, laughing slightly. He grabbed Dan’s suitcase away from him, despite his panicked protests, and pulled out a plain gray V-neck t-shirt.
“Wear this,” he said simply, tossing the shirt at Dan.
“This? But... it’s so -”
“Just put it on,” Phil said firmly. Dan pulled the shirt over his head, sighing loudly.
“Oh,” he said, staring into the mirror. “That doesn’t look bad, actually.”
Phil laughed. “I told you,” he said. “You look great.” He stepped forward, locking his arms around Dan’s waist and pulling him in for a kiss. He could feel Dan’s heart pounding against his chest.
“Don’t be so nervous,” he said, kissing Dan’s bottom lip gently. “They’ll love you.” His lips travelled over to the corner of Dan’s mouth, pressing a soft kiss there too. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Dan exhaled, turning his head to meet Phil’s lips fully. Phil smiled into the kiss, cupping the sides of Dan’s face as he pulled him in closer.
Suddenly, a shrill beeping filled the air.
“Shit!” Dan cried, jumping away and pulling out his phone. “That’s my alarm. We have to meet Anthony and Ian at the restaurant, come on!”
“You set an alarm on your phone?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I didn’t want to be late!” Dan protested, nearly tripping over his own feet in an attempt to get his shoes on quickly. “Come on, let’s go!”
Phil rolled his eyes, smiling. “Alright, alright. We wouldn’t want to be a whole minute late or anything.”
Dan glared at him, but a grin was twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, shut up. Now let’s go.”
Phil laughed and shoved Dan out of the hotel room, following him and locking the door behind them.
---x---
“We should get going soon,” Anthony observed, glancing at the clock on the bedside table.
Ian nodded as he finished buttoning up his shirt. “How do I look?”
“Sexy as hell,” Anthony replied, nodding appreciatively.
Ian grinned, pulling Anthony over to stand beside him so that the mirror showed both of their reflections. “We do look pretty good, don’t we?”
“I’d say,” Anthony replied. “Do you think they’ll say yes?”
A mischievous smile spread across Ian’s face. “I know they will.”
---x---
Dan’s fingers were tapping impatiently on the tablecloth and he craned his neck toward the entrance of the restaurant.
“Dan, relax,” Phil said, squeezing Dan’s hand. It was partially a gesture of comfort, and partially just a way to stop the tapping before it drove him insane.
“What if they don’t show up?” Dan whined.
Phil shook his head. “Come on, Dan, it’s only ten past seven. They’ll be here.”
Dan sighed. “I know. I’m just so nervous. I mean, it’s Anthony Padilla.”
“Trust me,” said a voice from behind them, “there’s need to be nervous about meeting me.”
Dan let out a little squeaking noise, and Phil spun around in his chair so fast that he nearly fell over.
Ian and Anthony were standing behind them, holding hands and smiling.
“Sorry we’re late,” Ian said, walking around the table and sliding into the chair across from Phil. Anthony did the same, sitting across from Dan. “So... dinner?”
Pairings: Ian/Anthony, Dan/Phil (for now, at least).
Rating: PG-13 (for this chapter).
Summary: Dan and Phil go to California to film a video with Smosh, but Ian has a secret plan.
A/N: I think my Phil is OOC arghhh Dx
Ian finished blowdrying his hair and ran a hand over his cleanly-shaven face, making sure he hadn’t missed any spots while shaving. Once satisfied with his appearance, he dropped his towel and wandered out of the bathroom, completely naked.
He walked into the bedroom area of the hotel room, where Anthony was sat on the bed, tying the laces of his canvas sneakers. Ian looked approvingly over Anthony’s outfit - a navy blue button-up shirt unbuttoned over a white t-shirt, paired with black skinny jeans. He couldn’t resist stepping between Anthony’s legs to straighten his collar.
“You look nice,” he murmured, letting his fingertips linger on Anthony’s chest.
Anthony smirked, his eyes travelling over Ian’s naked body. “Look who’s talking.”
Ian grinned and pulled Anthony in for a kiss, biting gently at his lower lip. He moaned appreciatively as Anthony’s hands reached down to cup his ass, squeezing softly.
“You should get dressed,” Anthony murmured against his lips.
“I really should,” Ian replied, kissing along Anthony’s jawline. Anthony’s breath stuttered as Ian’s teeth grazed his neck. He pulled away, shaking his head.
“Okay, you are way too naked and way too attractive for me to resist right now,” he said, laughing. “I’m supposed to be ‘saving my energy for tonight’, remember?”
Ian sighed. “Whose stupid idea was that, again?”
“Yours,” Anthony replied, grinning. “Now get dressed. We have to meet Dan and Phil at the restaurant downstairs in half an hour.”
Ian laughed. “Okay, okay, fine.”
---x---
Phil watched, trying to hide his smile, as Dan changed shirts for the third time.
“It would look pathetic if I wore a Smosh shirt,” Dan muttered to himself as he pulled off his Charlie The Drunk Guinea Pig t-shirt. “I need something nicer.” He rummaged through his suitcase, finally pulling out a white dress shirt. He slipped it on, only to tear it off again before he’d even finished buttoning it up.
“Too formal,” he muttered. “Jesus, this is hard.”
Phil sighed, laughing slightly. He grabbed Dan’s suitcase away from him, despite his panicked protests, and pulled out a plain gray V-neck t-shirt.
“Wear this,” he said simply, tossing the shirt at Dan.
“This? But... it’s so -”
“Just put it on,” Phil said firmly. Dan pulled the shirt over his head, sighing loudly.
“Oh,” he said, staring into the mirror. “That doesn’t look bad, actually.”
Phil laughed. “I told you,” he said. “You look great.” He stepped forward, locking his arms around Dan’s waist and pulling him in for a kiss. He could feel Dan’s heart pounding against his chest.
“Don’t be so nervous,” he said, kissing Dan’s bottom lip gently. “They’ll love you.” His lips travelled over to the corner of Dan’s mouth, pressing a soft kiss there too. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Dan exhaled, turning his head to meet Phil’s lips fully. Phil smiled into the kiss, cupping the sides of Dan’s face as he pulled him in closer.
Suddenly, a shrill beeping filled the air.
“Shit!” Dan cried, jumping away and pulling out his phone. “That’s my alarm. We have to meet Anthony and Ian at the restaurant, come on!”
“You set an alarm on your phone?” Phil asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I didn’t want to be late!” Dan protested, nearly tripping over his own feet in an attempt to get his shoes on quickly. “Come on, let’s go!”
Phil rolled his eyes, smiling. “Alright, alright. We wouldn’t want to be a whole minute late or anything.”
Dan glared at him, but a grin was twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, shut up. Now let’s go.”
Phil laughed and shoved Dan out of the hotel room, following him and locking the door behind them.
---x---
“We should get going soon,” Anthony observed, glancing at the clock on the bedside table.
Ian nodded as he finished buttoning up his shirt. “How do I look?”
“Sexy as hell,” Anthony replied, nodding appreciatively.
Ian grinned, pulling Anthony over to stand beside him so that the mirror showed both of their reflections. “We do look pretty good, don’t we?”
“I’d say,” Anthony replied. “Do you think they’ll say yes?”
A mischievous smile spread across Ian’s face. “I know they will.”
---x---
Dan’s fingers were tapping impatiently on the tablecloth and he craned his neck toward the entrance of the restaurant.
“Dan, relax,” Phil said, squeezing Dan’s hand. It was partially a gesture of comfort, and partially just a way to stop the tapping before it drove him insane.
“What if they don’t show up?” Dan whined.
Phil shook his head. “Come on, Dan, it’s only ten past seven. They’ll be here.”
Dan sighed. “I know. I’m just so nervous. I mean, it’s Anthony Padilla.”
“Trust me,” said a voice from behind them, “there’s need to be nervous about meeting me.”
Dan let out a little squeaking noise, and Phil spun around in his chair so fast that he nearly fell over.
Ian and Anthony were standing behind them, holding hands and smiling.
“Sorry we’re late,” Ian said, walking around the table and sliding into the chair across from Phil. Anthony did the same, sitting across from Dan. “So... dinner?”