Hollow (Chapter 12) - Bonus Chapter
Title: Hollow
Pairings: Ian/Anthony -- one sided. Anthony/Kalel.
Summary: Anthony is getting married and he couldn't be happier. That is, until he discovers the downward spiral, Ian is going down.
Ratings/Warnings: R; Fluff, smut, slash, language.
A/N: Here we have the smutty bonus chapter. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11
Ian smiled, staring at his new boyfriend from across the room. Anthony was sitting on their leather sofa, playing his Nintendo DS. Ian wasn't exactly sure what he was playing, but he assumed that it was Pokémon, Mario, or Zelda, one of Anthony's three favorite games.
Ian stood in the kitchen, seemingly pouring himself a glass of Coke Zero, but in reality, he was really watching Anthony.
It still totally blew his mind that they were together now. Granted, it had only been a couple days, but Ian was so happy and he was certain that Anthony was, too. He couldn't believe that a month ago he'd attempted to commit suicide. It was such a selfish, stupid thing
to do and he was so thankful that Melanie had found him in time to save his life. Actually, he was thankful for Melanie in general.
The way things were now put Ian in mind of the earlier days of Anthony's friendship, back when it was just the two of them making
Smosh videos for fun. Before Kalel and Melanie and before all of the hurt that he'd caused. Back then, it really was the two of them
against the world as they learned how to be adults together in their little Smosh house with Charlie the guinea pig. The only real
difference now was that it was the two of them with Daisy the dog and Pip the cat and that they kissed and hugged and snuggled now,
unlike the years before. Actually, that was all that they'd done, despite Ian's constant attempts to get Anthony to sleep with him or at
least something of the nature.
Ian watched Anthony pause his game and look up. At this, he went back to pouring his soda.
"Ian, you can stop pretending to get yourself a Coke. I know you've been watching me this whole time," Anthony pointed out.
Ian blushed. "I...I wasn't, Anthony. You're not that interesting."
Anthony shrugged. "However, I am that hot and you are so glad that I'm your boyfriend, right?"
Setting the empty can down, Ian marched into the living room. "You're being a cocky bastard, aren't you?"
"Maybe," Anthony replied, "but aren't you happy about us being together?"
"Are you?" Ian asked, grinning and sitting down beside him.
"Yeah," Anthony said, "I am."
The blue-eyed man smiled and propped his head up on his hands, elbows digging into his knees. "Me too."
And he was. More than Anthony would ever know.
But there was one thing that the two of them had yet to do and it was driving Ian absolutely crazy. No matter how much he asked,
teased, or whined, Anthony woul not budge on the subject.
Ian leaned toward Anthony, resting his head on his shoulders, his mouth finding his ear. "I want you, Anthony."
Anthony smiled, closing the DS. "I want you, too, Ian."
Ian's eyes lit up and he threw his leg over Anthony, pressing his lips to Anthony's. Anthony kissed back, but pulled away before Ian could deepen it too much.
"Ant...," Ian whined.
Anthony chuckled. "Sorry Ian, but remember what I said?"
Ian frowned, looking at the carpet beneath their feet. "No," he grumbled, lying.
Anthony grinned. "Yes, you do. We aren't having sex this early because I don't want you thinking that that is all I want from you."
Ian groaned. "Yes, but I'm not going to think that."
Anthony shrugged. "In the long run, you will."
"Not," Ian scoffed.
"Will," Anthony retorted.
"Can you please stop it?!" Ian sighed.
Anthony laughed. "Am I making someone angry?"
Ian looked away from him. "Yeah, and that someone is me. Cut it out, Ant."
Anthony just laughed.
Sighing, Ian turned back to his boyfriend and asked, "do you not want to have sex with me, Anthony? Is that it? Do you not like me anymore?"
Ian knew it was mean to say something like that to Anthony, but he did want to know.
Anthony snapped toward Ian, glaring. "You know that's not true, Ian. I do want to make love to you, believe me. I want to so badly...," he
trailed off, sighing, "but I also want you to feel loved in more than one way."
Ian blinked, leaning his head on Anthony's shoulder. "But Anthony, I really don't want to wait."
Anthony sighed. "And I really don't either," he admitted.
"So don't," Ian replied, shakily putting his hands on Anthony's face, forcing him to look at him. His breath ghosted across Anthony's
cheek, making the other man quiver.
"I-Ian...," Anthony breathed.
"Shh," Ian instructed, "just...Fuck Anthony, don't talk."
Anthony shut up, silencing himself to wait for Ian's next move. He remained frozen, eyes glued to his boyfriend's.
Ian leaned closer, pressing his lips against Anthony's.
This is nothing, Ian thought to himself, I've kissed him before.
Even so, Ian was shaking as Anthony tilted his head up to deepen the kiss. He placed his palms on Ian's chest and gently pushed down so that he was lying on top of Ian.
A cry emitted from Ian's mouth when Anthony bit down gently on his bottom lip, probing for access to Ian's mouth. Gladly, Ian opened his mouth, their tongues meeting in a hot clash.
So far, this was Ian's favorite part of being with Anthony. The feeling of Anthony's hot tongue battling with his, causing the hardness in
his jeans was amazing. But if that were true, what Ian planned on doing must surely be heaven.
"Anth...," Ian trailed off, feeling Anthony grind against him, his erection growing fully hard.
Anthony growled, biting down gently on Ian's neck. "You're so fucking hot, Ian."
A jolt of pure lust shot to Ian's groin and he cried out, rubbing hard up against Anthony.
Groaning hard, Anthony's hands trailed down Ian's sides until he found his hands, clasping them in his own. He pulled up, never breaking the kiss, and once the two of them were standing, he grasped Ian's shoulders. Anthony guided Ian to the wall, his back hitting
the white paneling hard. He moved his thigh between Ian's legs, kneeing them open. His hands trailed up Ian's face and his fingers
laced into Ian's hair, pulling him impossibly close, the kiss becoming more intense and teeth scraping against teeth.
Suddenly, Anthony pulled away, brushing hair out of his eyes. "Sh-should we...?" he trailed off, uncertainly.
Ian looked up at him. "Bedroom," he answered, breathlessly.
The two of them darted to Anthony's bedroom as quickly as they could, falling immediately onto the double bed. Ian flopped down first,
with Anthony trailing down after him. He smiled down at Ian before reaching down and unbuttoning and unzipping his light blue jeans,
revealing tented red plaid boxers.
"Happy to see me?" Anthony asked, biting his lip in anticipation.
Ian chuckled. "More than you know."
Tentatively, Anthony slipped his hand into the front of Ian's boxers, thumbing around. He blushed when he brushed past the head of
Ian's dick, eliciting a short gasp from his boyfriend. Anthony smirked, curling the shaft in his fingers. He began to pump up and down,
Ian's eyes fluttering closed as he fell onto his back, arching into Anthony's hand.
"A-Ant," he gasped, fisting the sheets, his breathing speeding up rapidly.
Anthony's bit his lip, watching Ian's very loud and shameless reactions, growing even more aroused by the second. "Fuck Ian," he
groaned, eyes glued to the boy beneath him.
Ian's eyes popped open and he sat up, reluctantly shoving Anthony off of him.
Anthony was perplexed. "Wh-what?"
The blue-eyed man flashed a smile and without any warning at all, flipped his boyfriend over so that he was on top.
Anthony gazed up at him, frozen in place. "What are you-"
Before he could finish, Ian had gotten his button undone and had unzipped his jeans, yanking them down to his ankles and tossing them
aside. He then hooked his thumbs into Anthony's very thin boxers and threw them to the side, as well. Ian's eyes trailed to the very
impressive cock in front of his face, smiling approvingly at Anthony. He then leaned forward, closing his mouth over the tip, swirling his
tongue around it. It was then Anthony's turn to moan, arching his back up, doing his absolute best to not fuck the life out of Ian's throat.
The most frustrating part was that Ian was simply too good at this and he wouldn't move any further down. The rest of his cock was
practically begging to be touched, dripping with pre-cum. His hand dropped down to his crotch, but Ian swatted him away.
"I-Ian," he whimpered, "please."
Ian chuckled, moving his lips away from Anthony's dick. "Please what, Anthony?"
"Suck me," Anthony gasped, his hands tangling into Ian's hair, "please now!"
Ian nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, then."
Without missing a beat, Ian lowered his head back down to Anthony's dick so that he was eye level with it. In one fluid motion, he
swallowed all of Anthony's cock. Anthony's eyes shot open and he arched his back up, gasping for air. Ian began bobbing his head,
tongue twirling all around the bottom. He reached up, palming Anthony's balls in his hand. Anthony moaned in response, his eyes
fluttering shut again.
And then, Ian put it to an abrupt end, pulling his mouth off of Anthony's dick with an obvious pop.
Anthony frowned, looking down as Ian slid up to him. "What...why did you stop?"
Ian smirked. "I want you to fuck me."
By now, Anthony was fully hard, his dick against Ian's stomach. He rolled his hips so that the tips of their members brushed together.
Both of them cried out, Ian shutting his eyes in ecstasy.
Anthony chuckled. "It'd be my pleasure."
He dropped his head down to Ian's nipple, sucking into his mouth. Ian moaned as Anthony rolled his tongue over the little orb, biting
down gently on it.
"Anthony...," Ian trailed off, his eyes opening in surprise.
Anthony pulled back, looking at how gorgeous Ian's blue eyes were. Somewhat like the ocean, somewhat like the sky. Perfect.
And then he remembered what Ian wanted him to do to him.
However, it then occurred to Anthony that he'd never had sex with a man and he had no clue where to start. "But...How?"
Ian laughed. "You just need to relax, Ant...," he trailed off, eyes glancing around the room. "And some lube."
Anthony blushed. "Do...Do you have any?"
Ian nodded. "Hold on a second."
Anthony watched as Ian kicked off of the bed and tramped over to his dresser. He picked up the clear bottle and waved it at him."It's
right here."
Anthony laughed. "Great."
Ian jumped back onto the bed and handed the bottle to Anthony. "You know what to do now, right?"
Anthony shrugged. "I...I think so."
He'd read a few fanfics and seen a little gay porn. Maybe not enough to know how it worked exactly, but maybe enough to figure it out.
He squeezed the bottle, dropping a small amount onto his fingers. He massaged it between his fingers before smearing it onto his dick,
with Ian nodding behind him.
"Now what?" Anthony asked, "I have to...," he trailed off.
Ian blushed. "Prepare me. Unless you want me to do it, because-"
"No, no!" Anthony interjected, "I can do it! It's just...Wait, Ian. How do you know all of this?"
Ian's eyes trailed to the floor. "I...I've known I was gay for a while, Anthony."
Anthony raised an eyebrow. "So this isn't your first time...With a guy?"
Ian shook his head. "No, it's not...Is that a problem?"
Anthony chuckled. "Why would it be? If anything, Ian, I'm worried I'm gonna disappoint you."
The blue-eyed man laughed softly. "You could never disappoint me." He tilted his head up, his lips finding Anthony's and they kissed
softly, just enough to sense the intimacy between the two of them once more.
"Now," Ian said, "you just gotta put more lube on your fingers and just..stretch me."
Anthony blushed. "O-Okay." He followed Ian's instructions and slipped one finger inside of Ian.
Ian gritted his teeth, waiting for him to continue.
When Ian did not protest, Anthony slid another finger in slowly and spread the two fingers apart, scissoring him.
Ian pressed his face into his pillow, gritting his teeth. It was painful, to say the least, but he knew once this part was over with, it'd be
incredibly pleasurable. He just had to ignore the pain.
Anthony leaned down, kissing Ian's temple. "I'm sorry...Should I stop?"
Ian shook his head. "No, put in another one. And then just fuck me. It'll be okay."
Anthony nodded, swallowing. "O-okay." He slipped his third finger in and spread Ian's wall as much as he could.
"Okay," Ian repeated, "that's good. Now, just...Just get in, I guess." He laughed nervously at this.
His boyfriend swallowed hard, gripping the base of his dick and entering him slowly. Instantly, he moaned, shutting his eyes. Ian
moaned, too.
The friction was too great, almost unbearable and Anthony couldn't help but thrust forward. Ian cried out, but it wasn't all from pain.
"I-I'm sorry," Anthony stammered, "I didn't mean to-"
"No, no!" Ian said, "you're fine. Just keep going. You're doing great, Anthony."
Anthony chuckled and shook his head. Ian sounded just like a coach. He bit his lip, thrusting again, this time slower and softer. He
reached around and took hold of Ian's cock, curling his fingers around the thick shaft. He began to time his slow thrusts with the slow,
hard jerks on Ian's member.
Anthony's eyes were drooping, his mind totally gone from the sheer pleasure he was receiving from Ian.
"Faster, Anthony!" he heard, "please!"
Ian didn't have to tell him twice.
Anthony began to pick up speed, their thighs knocking clumsily together, sweat rolling down both of their bodies and making their skin
slick. Anthony dropped his forehead to the the crook of Ian's neck and began to kiss him hungrily as he pushed harder into him.
Suddenly, Ian cried out much louder than before and Anthony knew that he must have hit Ian's prostate. He smirked, thrusting up
against it again and again, loving the way Ian screamed. He bit down, relishing the taste of Ian's skin: sweet, but salty from the beads of
sweat rolling down his body.
Anthony's stomach began to swirl and he could feel heat uncoiling itself. He was close and hopefully, so was Ian.
"Ian, I'm gonna-" he called out.
"Anthony!" Ian cried, shooting white ribbons onto the bedspread beneath them. Luckily for Anthony, Ian had already came.
Anthony's balls tightened and he knew what was happening. He came, too, unable to control himself after hearing his name so loud and
passionate and erotic on Ian's lips. He collapsed on top of the other man, breathing hard and grasping his shoulders, probably so tightly
that he was going to leave bruises. But he didn't care. He loved Ian and he wanted him to know how much that had meant to him.
Riding out the last few moments of his orgasm, Anthony pulled out of Ian, flopping onto the bed beside him. In his mind, he was still
reliving every moment. Ian's screams, the way he'd felt, the way Ian's eyes twinkled so much when he came. He never wanted it to end.
He rolled over, wrapping his arm possessively over Ian and burying his face in Ian's neck. "I love you," he murmured.
Ian chuckled. "I love you, too. Now, aren't you glad we didn't wait?"
Anthony didn't answer.
"Ant?" Ian asked.
But the other man was already fast asleep.
Pairings: Ian/Anthony -- one sided. Anthony/Kalel.
Summary: Anthony is getting married and he couldn't be happier. That is, until he discovers the downward spiral, Ian is going down.
Ratings/Warnings: R; Fluff, smut, slash, language.
A/N: Here we have the smutty bonus chapter. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy!
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11
Ian smiled, staring at his new boyfriend from across the room. Anthony was sitting on their leather sofa, playing his Nintendo DS. Ian wasn't exactly sure what he was playing, but he assumed that it was Pokémon, Mario, or Zelda, one of Anthony's three favorite games.
Ian stood in the kitchen, seemingly pouring himself a glass of Coke Zero, but in reality, he was really watching Anthony.
It still totally blew his mind that they were together now. Granted, it had only been a couple days, but Ian was so happy and he was certain that Anthony was, too. He couldn't believe that a month ago he'd attempted to commit suicide. It was such a selfish, stupid thing
to do and he was so thankful that Melanie had found him in time to save his life. Actually, he was thankful for Melanie in general.
The way things were now put Ian in mind of the earlier days of Anthony's friendship, back when it was just the two of them making
Smosh videos for fun. Before Kalel and Melanie and before all of the hurt that he'd caused. Back then, it really was the two of them
against the world as they learned how to be adults together in their little Smosh house with Charlie the guinea pig. The only real
difference now was that it was the two of them with Daisy the dog and Pip the cat and that they kissed and hugged and snuggled now,
unlike the years before. Actually, that was all that they'd done, despite Ian's constant attempts to get Anthony to sleep with him or at
least something of the nature.
Ian watched Anthony pause his game and look up. At this, he went back to pouring his soda.
"Ian, you can stop pretending to get yourself a Coke. I know you've been watching me this whole time," Anthony pointed out.
Ian blushed. "I...I wasn't, Anthony. You're not that interesting."
Anthony shrugged. "However, I am that hot and you are so glad that I'm your boyfriend, right?"
Setting the empty can down, Ian marched into the living room. "You're being a cocky bastard, aren't you?"
"Maybe," Anthony replied, "but aren't you happy about us being together?"
"Are you?" Ian asked, grinning and sitting down beside him.
"Yeah," Anthony said, "I am."
The blue-eyed man smiled and propped his head up on his hands, elbows digging into his knees. "Me too."
And he was. More than Anthony would ever know.
But there was one thing that the two of them had yet to do and it was driving Ian absolutely crazy. No matter how much he asked,
teased, or whined, Anthony woul not budge on the subject.
Ian leaned toward Anthony, resting his head on his shoulders, his mouth finding his ear. "I want you, Anthony."
Anthony smiled, closing the DS. "I want you, too, Ian."
Ian's eyes lit up and he threw his leg over Anthony, pressing his lips to Anthony's. Anthony kissed back, but pulled away before Ian could deepen it too much.
"Ant...," Ian whined.
Anthony chuckled. "Sorry Ian, but remember what I said?"
Ian frowned, looking at the carpet beneath their feet. "No," he grumbled, lying.
Anthony grinned. "Yes, you do. We aren't having sex this early because I don't want you thinking that that is all I want from you."
Ian groaned. "Yes, but I'm not going to think that."
Anthony shrugged. "In the long run, you will."
"Not," Ian scoffed.
"Will," Anthony retorted.
"Can you please stop it?!" Ian sighed.
Anthony laughed. "Am I making someone angry?"
Ian looked away from him. "Yeah, and that someone is me. Cut it out, Ant."
Anthony just laughed.
Sighing, Ian turned back to his boyfriend and asked, "do you not want to have sex with me, Anthony? Is that it? Do you not like me anymore?"
Ian knew it was mean to say something like that to Anthony, but he did want to know.
Anthony snapped toward Ian, glaring. "You know that's not true, Ian. I do want to make love to you, believe me. I want to so badly...," he
trailed off, sighing, "but I also want you to feel loved in more than one way."
Ian blinked, leaning his head on Anthony's shoulder. "But Anthony, I really don't want to wait."
Anthony sighed. "And I really don't either," he admitted.
"So don't," Ian replied, shakily putting his hands on Anthony's face, forcing him to look at him. His breath ghosted across Anthony's
cheek, making the other man quiver.
"I-Ian...," Anthony breathed.
"Shh," Ian instructed, "just...Fuck Anthony, don't talk."
Anthony shut up, silencing himself to wait for Ian's next move. He remained frozen, eyes glued to his boyfriend's.
Ian leaned closer, pressing his lips against Anthony's.
This is nothing, Ian thought to himself, I've kissed him before.
Even so, Ian was shaking as Anthony tilted his head up to deepen the kiss. He placed his palms on Ian's chest and gently pushed down so that he was lying on top of Ian.
A cry emitted from Ian's mouth when Anthony bit down gently on his bottom lip, probing for access to Ian's mouth. Gladly, Ian opened his mouth, their tongues meeting in a hot clash.
So far, this was Ian's favorite part of being with Anthony. The feeling of Anthony's hot tongue battling with his, causing the hardness in
his jeans was amazing. But if that were true, what Ian planned on doing must surely be heaven.
"Anth...," Ian trailed off, feeling Anthony grind against him, his erection growing fully hard.
Anthony growled, biting down gently on Ian's neck. "You're so fucking hot, Ian."
A jolt of pure lust shot to Ian's groin and he cried out, rubbing hard up against Anthony.
Groaning hard, Anthony's hands trailed down Ian's sides until he found his hands, clasping them in his own. He pulled up, never breaking the kiss, and once the two of them were standing, he grasped Ian's shoulders. Anthony guided Ian to the wall, his back hitting
the white paneling hard. He moved his thigh between Ian's legs, kneeing them open. His hands trailed up Ian's face and his fingers
laced into Ian's hair, pulling him impossibly close, the kiss becoming more intense and teeth scraping against teeth.
Suddenly, Anthony pulled away, brushing hair out of his eyes. "Sh-should we...?" he trailed off, uncertainly.
Ian looked up at him. "Bedroom," he answered, breathlessly.
The two of them darted to Anthony's bedroom as quickly as they could, falling immediately onto the double bed. Ian flopped down first,
with Anthony trailing down after him. He smiled down at Ian before reaching down and unbuttoning and unzipping his light blue jeans,
revealing tented red plaid boxers.
"Happy to see me?" Anthony asked, biting his lip in anticipation.
Ian chuckled. "More than you know."
Tentatively, Anthony slipped his hand into the front of Ian's boxers, thumbing around. He blushed when he brushed past the head of
Ian's dick, eliciting a short gasp from his boyfriend. Anthony smirked, curling the shaft in his fingers. He began to pump up and down,
Ian's eyes fluttering closed as he fell onto his back, arching into Anthony's hand.
"A-Ant," he gasped, fisting the sheets, his breathing speeding up rapidly.
Anthony's bit his lip, watching Ian's very loud and shameless reactions, growing even more aroused by the second. "Fuck Ian," he
groaned, eyes glued to the boy beneath him.
Ian's eyes popped open and he sat up, reluctantly shoving Anthony off of him.
Anthony was perplexed. "Wh-what?"
The blue-eyed man flashed a smile and without any warning at all, flipped his boyfriend over so that he was on top.
Anthony gazed up at him, frozen in place. "What are you-"
Before he could finish, Ian had gotten his button undone and had unzipped his jeans, yanking them down to his ankles and tossing them
aside. He then hooked his thumbs into Anthony's very thin boxers and threw them to the side, as well. Ian's eyes trailed to the very
impressive cock in front of his face, smiling approvingly at Anthony. He then leaned forward, closing his mouth over the tip, swirling his
tongue around it. It was then Anthony's turn to moan, arching his back up, doing his absolute best to not fuck the life out of Ian's throat.
The most frustrating part was that Ian was simply too good at this and he wouldn't move any further down. The rest of his cock was
practically begging to be touched, dripping with pre-cum. His hand dropped down to his crotch, but Ian swatted him away.
"I-Ian," he whimpered, "please."
Ian chuckled, moving his lips away from Anthony's dick. "Please what, Anthony?"
"Suck me," Anthony gasped, his hands tangling into Ian's hair, "please now!"
Ian nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, then."
Without missing a beat, Ian lowered his head back down to Anthony's dick so that he was eye level with it. In one fluid motion, he
swallowed all of Anthony's cock. Anthony's eyes shot open and he arched his back up, gasping for air. Ian began bobbing his head,
tongue twirling all around the bottom. He reached up, palming Anthony's balls in his hand. Anthony moaned in response, his eyes
fluttering shut again.
And then, Ian put it to an abrupt end, pulling his mouth off of Anthony's dick with an obvious pop.
Anthony frowned, looking down as Ian slid up to him. "What...why did you stop?"
Ian smirked. "I want you to fuck me."
By now, Anthony was fully hard, his dick against Ian's stomach. He rolled his hips so that the tips of their members brushed together.
Both of them cried out, Ian shutting his eyes in ecstasy.
Anthony chuckled. "It'd be my pleasure."
He dropped his head down to Ian's nipple, sucking into his mouth. Ian moaned as Anthony rolled his tongue over the little orb, biting
down gently on it.
"Anthony...," Ian trailed off, his eyes opening in surprise.
Anthony pulled back, looking at how gorgeous Ian's blue eyes were. Somewhat like the ocean, somewhat like the sky. Perfect.
And then he remembered what Ian wanted him to do to him.
However, it then occurred to Anthony that he'd never had sex with a man and he had no clue where to start. "But...How?"
Ian laughed. "You just need to relax, Ant...," he trailed off, eyes glancing around the room. "And some lube."
Anthony blushed. "Do...Do you have any?"
Ian nodded. "Hold on a second."
Anthony watched as Ian kicked off of the bed and tramped over to his dresser. He picked up the clear bottle and waved it at him."It's
right here."
Anthony laughed. "Great."
Ian jumped back onto the bed and handed the bottle to Anthony. "You know what to do now, right?"
Anthony shrugged. "I...I think so."
He'd read a few fanfics and seen a little gay porn. Maybe not enough to know how it worked exactly, but maybe enough to figure it out.
He squeezed the bottle, dropping a small amount onto his fingers. He massaged it between his fingers before smearing it onto his dick,
with Ian nodding behind him.
"Now what?" Anthony asked, "I have to...," he trailed off.
Ian blushed. "Prepare me. Unless you want me to do it, because-"
"No, no!" Anthony interjected, "I can do it! It's just...Wait, Ian. How do you know all of this?"
Ian's eyes trailed to the floor. "I...I've known I was gay for a while, Anthony."
Anthony raised an eyebrow. "So this isn't your first time...With a guy?"
Ian shook his head. "No, it's not...Is that a problem?"
Anthony chuckled. "Why would it be? If anything, Ian, I'm worried I'm gonna disappoint you."
The blue-eyed man laughed softly. "You could never disappoint me." He tilted his head up, his lips finding Anthony's and they kissed
softly, just enough to sense the intimacy between the two of them once more.
"Now," Ian said, "you just gotta put more lube on your fingers and just..stretch me."
Anthony blushed. "O-Okay." He followed Ian's instructions and slipped one finger inside of Ian.
Ian gritted his teeth, waiting for him to continue.
When Ian did not protest, Anthony slid another finger in slowly and spread the two fingers apart, scissoring him.
Ian pressed his face into his pillow, gritting his teeth. It was painful, to say the least, but he knew once this part was over with, it'd be
incredibly pleasurable. He just had to ignore the pain.
Anthony leaned down, kissing Ian's temple. "I'm sorry...Should I stop?"
Ian shook his head. "No, put in another one. And then just fuck me. It'll be okay."
Anthony nodded, swallowing. "O-okay." He slipped his third finger in and spread Ian's wall as much as he could.
"Okay," Ian repeated, "that's good. Now, just...Just get in, I guess." He laughed nervously at this.
His boyfriend swallowed hard, gripping the base of his dick and entering him slowly. Instantly, he moaned, shutting his eyes. Ian
moaned, too.
The friction was too great, almost unbearable and Anthony couldn't help but thrust forward. Ian cried out, but it wasn't all from pain.
"I-I'm sorry," Anthony stammered, "I didn't mean to-"
"No, no!" Ian said, "you're fine. Just keep going. You're doing great, Anthony."
Anthony chuckled and shook his head. Ian sounded just like a coach. He bit his lip, thrusting again, this time slower and softer. He
reached around and took hold of Ian's cock, curling his fingers around the thick shaft. He began to time his slow thrusts with the slow,
hard jerks on Ian's member.
Anthony's eyes were drooping, his mind totally gone from the sheer pleasure he was receiving from Ian.
"Faster, Anthony!" he heard, "please!"
Ian didn't have to tell him twice.
Anthony began to pick up speed, their thighs knocking clumsily together, sweat rolling down both of their bodies and making their skin
slick. Anthony dropped his forehead to the the crook of Ian's neck and began to kiss him hungrily as he pushed harder into him.
Suddenly, Ian cried out much louder than before and Anthony knew that he must have hit Ian's prostate. He smirked, thrusting up
against it again and again, loving the way Ian screamed. He bit down, relishing the taste of Ian's skin: sweet, but salty from the beads of
sweat rolling down his body.
Anthony's stomach began to swirl and he could feel heat uncoiling itself. He was close and hopefully, so was Ian.
"Ian, I'm gonna-" he called out.
"Anthony!" Ian cried, shooting white ribbons onto the bedspread beneath them. Luckily for Anthony, Ian had already came.
Anthony's balls tightened and he knew what was happening. He came, too, unable to control himself after hearing his name so loud and
passionate and erotic on Ian's lips. He collapsed on top of the other man, breathing hard and grasping his shoulders, probably so tightly
that he was going to leave bruises. But he didn't care. He loved Ian and he wanted him to know how much that had meant to him.
Riding out the last few moments of his orgasm, Anthony pulled out of Ian, flopping onto the bed beside him. In his mind, he was still
reliving every moment. Ian's screams, the way he'd felt, the way Ian's eyes twinkled so much when he came. He never wanted it to end.
He rolled over, wrapping his arm possessively over Ian and burying his face in Ian's neck. "I love you," he murmured.
Ian chuckled. "I love you, too. Now, aren't you glad we didn't wait?"
Anthony didn't answer.
"Ant?" Ian asked.
But the other man was already fast asleep.