Intentions
Title: Intentions
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Rating/Warnings: PG, probable AU
Summary: Anthony tries to stay up late to finish a job application, leaving Ian to be... Ian.
Author's Notes: Writer's block isn't fun!
"What do you mean you're not coming to bed?" Ian couldn't help but practically whine to his boyfriend.
Anthony rolled his eyes, then looked back down at the paper he had to fill out for the job he wanted. Well, it was still blank except for the black text on the paper that taunted him. Being surprisingly serious when he was tired, the raven haired turned his head up to stare up at Ian from the coffee table and currently sitting on his knees on the floor. Thankfully there was carpet... "Ian, you wanted to spend the whole day with me... I mean, I like, no love, being with you all the time; but I didn't have time for this-" Anthony motioned to the paper lying on the coffee table, "-and I really want this job!"
Ian sighed and ran his fingers through his side-sweep subconsciously, the job that Anthony wanted was to help with video game ideas and character designs basically. The company had rung up the couple a few days ago, practically begging for either of them to join- the boss and a few workers being big fans and noticing their "spunk" when it came to video games- though the company wanted it to be fair so they requested the Smosh duo fill out the standard form to be hired. The brunet had already finished his application being the surprisingly early riser he was, but Anthony liking to sleep in as long as he could didn't even think to do so. Ian replied with a over-the-top sigh and moved to the kitchen like he had lead feet.
Anthony felt bad, but looked back down at the paper, then yawned slightly as he glanced at the first blank, Name?
Anthony D. Padilla, he scribbled down hastily with a ratty old chewed up pencil the he found under his desk, that was oddly one of the only ones he found while randomly cleaning around the shared desk earlier.
"Anthony, we're out of cookies," Ian announced loudly (being the more childish one while tired) ...and if the lightly tanned male said so himself; adorably, especially with the slight pout.
The slightly older man shifted his eyes back to the paper; Address? Alternate address? [Scribble, scribble~] Contact info-
A loud bang rang on the counter in the kitchen, though the echo was practically rattling Anthony's mind as his head shot up like a bullet. Being easily startled was never fun... "Ian...?" It was quiet up to that point.
Said male's head became visible as he leaned over the other kitchen counter with a innocent smile, "Yes, babe?"
This will never get done...! "Well, darling dearest, I want to know you're doing," unable to keep the edge from his voice.
Then it was quiet again, except for the slight bang of a wooden spoon onto a metal pan every few seconds.
Rubbing his temples Anthony looked back at his resume. Oddly it was easier than he thought (time-consuming though), just basically contact issuing and reasons for accepting this part of the job or that, then the final part... Questions? Realizing he had none, the dark-haired man sighed with relief and dropped the pencil.
Something smelled good and it was yet another taunting thing for Anthony to glare at, but he realized it was real... and that it was... cookies? Curiously making his way to the nearby kitchen, Ian was busying himself with glass mugs that had an "I" and an "A", cheesy, but Ian adored them, weird multi-colors and all.
Anthony cleared his throat of his arrival after Ian had finished pouring a nice sized amount of milk into both mugs and put the lid back on. As the brunet walked back to the fridge and put the dairy product back in, the tanned man shook his head slightly, Heck, we might both be the girl...
But the arms around his waist were inviting, "Sorry for annoying you! I felt bad.. so I made my own cookies and made enough for us both!" chuckled Ian, "It wasn't my intention!"
"Ian stop it," murmured Anthony, wrapping his arms around the other's neck.
"Sorry," Ian took on the same tone of voice sadly.
Anthony laughed and pecked both of the pale man's cheeks that quickly grew pink with a sweet blush, "No, dear, I meant stop apologizing; I don't really mind if you meant to do that stuff."
It took a moment, but the slightly shorter boyfriend kissed him firmly; with the right amount of sweet, "Okay fine... I admit it... It was intentional...~" Both broke into laughter, though Ian broke it with- "But honestly I want cookies, so help me before I eat them all, babe."
The mood breaker didn't ruin Anthony's spirits; in fact it made the raven haired laugh even more than it probably should of... He knew he'd need to somehow incorporate this night into a new Smosh video somehow. All because of Ian and his predictable and sweet intentions...