Those Nights
Title: Those Nights
Pairing: Ian/Anthony
Rating: PG
Summary: Finally after so long, Ian and Anthony just get to relax and watch a cheap movie.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smosh (sadly) but if I did...heh...let's just say I'd force them to make out...on camera...but that has never happened now has it.
A/N: So I'm forcing myself to post something because...that's just what happens in my mysterious brain. But I don't want to try anything smut just YET, so I went for da fluffs. That's right Da Fluffs
I just love the nights when Ian and I finish all of our back-breaking work and we get to cuddle. Find a nice, cheesy, low-budget movie, eat some popcorn on the couch until we get tired and drag ourselves to our bedroom to collapse for the night. They are my favorite nights. It's almost like father-daughter bonding, but with boyfriends.
I'm so glad we get to do that tonight. It's been almost 3 weeks since we had one of these nights. A lot of business related stuff has come up and we were just so busy with no extra free-time. And yea, we could've had a nice night after work but all the meetings, filming, and editing just wore us out. We could barley get to the bed before falling asleep. But at last, a day with not too much work to pass out as soon as we got home.
I found some extra popcorn in cupboard and called Ian in.
"Oh Ian!"
He walked down the hallway and into the kitchen and replied, "Yeeeeeeeees, my dear Anthony?"
"Found some popcorn. Wanna make it and find a crappy movie?" I didn't wait for him to reply. I knew he would want to. So I opened the microwave and shoved it in, pushed some buttons and turned around to face Ian who was on the ground looking at all the crap movies we had.
"So what bad acting movie will it be tonight? Open Water, The Guard? Oh maybe Kill List. That one sounds interesting enough" Ian said as he looked through the movies.
"Sure. Kill List it is. Next time though, we should totally watch Sharknado. God. You just gotta love that movie." I smirked back to him. But Ian would put up a fight. He got up, turned around and shouted, "Do you know how many times I have seen that damned movie?! It is so bad. We are watching this!" And Ian shook the DVD in front of my face.
We had already seen Sharknado like 3 times but it was just to awesome. But I have to let him chose once in a while so Kill List it is. I always overreact so I gave Ian a sad look with a big exaggerated sigh and a nice long, "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine" But I couldn't hold back the stupid smirk pulling at my lips. The microwave beeped and I pulled out the popcorn. A couple extra pops from the bag assured me it was finished. I found a good sized bowl for the popcorn and walked into the living room. Ian was already on the couch with the first beginning previews playing. I ran over to him, jumped on top of him and with a muffled grunt he murmured, "Get off me, you douchenozzle"
"But you're so comfy!!" I whined.
"I don't care, get off!" And with that he shoved me to the ground. Luckily, before he did, I put the popcorn on the coffee table.
"Fine. You weren't that comfortable anyway," I mumbled under my breath as I wiped my pants off as if a bunch of dirt suddenly got on me. We both smiled at that. And once I got up, Ian made some room for me and I sat down. He scooted closer to me and I grabbed the popcorn off the table to place between us. This was the nice part. When we just get to make fun of the bad movie and talk about randomness. I love these relaxing nights. When we are not tired enough to fall asleep but to tired to do anything else. It was fun. Eating the delicious popcorn, kissing at times, and cuddling. But all fun times come to an end. We finished off our popcorn to the last kernels that didn't pop. The movie was almost over anyway. It was boring. Just filthy girls in bikini's running through the sprinklers away from the "scary" killer. Just like every scary movie. Well it wasn't even scary either. Ian gets scared really easily but this movie didn't make him flinch.
"Hey wanna go to bed? I'm pooped," I stood up. After I said that he gave me this weird look.
"What?"
"Yea...speaking of pooped, I have to poop," He told me. Oh. Ok. TMI. But that's Ian being Ian.
"Cool. I'll just go to bedroom and wait," And with that he stood up and left. Just like that. I stood there and thought back on the night. It was nice. We definitely need to do this more. And next time we are SO watching Sharknado!
Pairing: Ian/Anthony
Rating: PG
Summary: Finally after so long, Ian and Anthony just get to relax and watch a cheap movie.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smosh (sadly) but if I did...heh...let's just say I'd force them to make out...on camera...but that has never happened now has it.
A/N: So I'm forcing myself to post something because...that's just what happens in my mysterious brain. But I don't want to try anything smut just YET, so I went for da fluffs. That's right Da Fluffs
I just love the nights when Ian and I finish all of our back-breaking work and we get to cuddle. Find a nice, cheesy, low-budget movie, eat some popcorn on the couch until we get tired and drag ourselves to our bedroom to collapse for the night. They are my favorite nights. It's almost like father-daughter bonding, but with boyfriends.
I'm so glad we get to do that tonight. It's been almost 3 weeks since we had one of these nights. A lot of business related stuff has come up and we were just so busy with no extra free-time. And yea, we could've had a nice night after work but all the meetings, filming, and editing just wore us out. We could barley get to the bed before falling asleep. But at last, a day with not too much work to pass out as soon as we got home.
I found some extra popcorn in cupboard and called Ian in.
"Oh Ian!"
He walked down the hallway and into the kitchen and replied, "Yeeeeeeeees, my dear Anthony?"
"Found some popcorn. Wanna make it and find a crappy movie?" I didn't wait for him to reply. I knew he would want to. So I opened the microwave and shoved it in, pushed some buttons and turned around to face Ian who was on the ground looking at all the crap movies we had.
"So what bad acting movie will it be tonight? Open Water, The Guard? Oh maybe Kill List. That one sounds interesting enough" Ian said as he looked through the movies.
"Sure. Kill List it is. Next time though, we should totally watch Sharknado. God. You just gotta love that movie." I smirked back to him. But Ian would put up a fight. He got up, turned around and shouted, "Do you know how many times I have seen that damned movie?! It is so bad. We are watching this!" And Ian shook the DVD in front of my face.
We had already seen Sharknado like 3 times but it was just to awesome. But I have to let him chose once in a while so Kill List it is. I always overreact so I gave Ian a sad look with a big exaggerated sigh and a nice long, "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine" But I couldn't hold back the stupid smirk pulling at my lips. The microwave beeped and I pulled out the popcorn. A couple extra pops from the bag assured me it was finished. I found a good sized bowl for the popcorn and walked into the living room. Ian was already on the couch with the first beginning previews playing. I ran over to him, jumped on top of him and with a muffled grunt he murmured, "Get off me, you douchenozzle"
"But you're so comfy!!" I whined.
"I don't care, get off!" And with that he shoved me to the ground. Luckily, before he did, I put the popcorn on the coffee table.
"Fine. You weren't that comfortable anyway," I mumbled under my breath as I wiped my pants off as if a bunch of dirt suddenly got on me. We both smiled at that. And once I got up, Ian made some room for me and I sat down. He scooted closer to me and I grabbed the popcorn off the table to place between us. This was the nice part. When we just get to make fun of the bad movie and talk about randomness. I love these relaxing nights. When we are not tired enough to fall asleep but to tired to do anything else. It was fun. Eating the delicious popcorn, kissing at times, and cuddling. But all fun times come to an end. We finished off our popcorn to the last kernels that didn't pop. The movie was almost over anyway. It was boring. Just filthy girls in bikini's running through the sprinklers away from the "scary" killer. Just like every scary movie. Well it wasn't even scary either. Ian gets scared really easily but this movie didn't make him flinch.
"Hey wanna go to bed? I'm pooped," I stood up. After I said that he gave me this weird look.
"What?"
"Yea...speaking of pooped, I have to poop," He told me. Oh. Ok. TMI. But that's Ian being Ian.
"Cool. I'll just go to bedroom and wait," And with that he stood up and left. Just like that. I stood there and thought back on the night. It was nice. We definitely need to do this more. And next time we are SO watching Sharknado!