Work Text:
As Ian walks into his living room, he finds Anthony on his computer on the couch.
They haven't moved in together yet, although they for sure have been searching, but they spend most of their time in either of their houses. It seems that today's place is Ian's, considering Anthony is on his couch, and the simple sight makes his heart soar.
There's something so deeply intimate about Anthony wearing Ian's shirt and living his life among all of Ian's belongings. Ian won't say it, but he's very, very happy to see him, even though they had spent the entirety of last night sharing touches in the dark of Anthony's bedroom. Ian nearly missed his alarm for work and had to run like a maniac to arrive on time, but it had all been worth it.
Every second of his life with Anthony is worth it.
“Hey,” Ian calls softly. He can see a pout stretched on Anthony's pretty face and it confuses him just as much as it worries him. “How did your interview go?”
“I can't believe you did that to me!”
Anthony redresses his head from his laptop screen and stares at Ian with annoyed eyes. His mouth forms the cutest pout that Ian so badly wants to kiss, wouldn't he be too busy trying to understand what he did to obtain this reaction.
“Uh…I'm…Sorry? What…What did I do?”
Ian steps closer to his boyfriend, who still pouts and frowns. There’s a genuine sadness in his eyes that worries Ian greatly, makes his chest feel too tight.
“You…”
Anthony breathes, his lips starting to shake. Ian watches as Anthony's eyes start to fill with water and his heart drops to the floor. Dread fills him; what has he done? He can't remember anything worthy. Everything was fine when he left this morning, kissing Anthony goodbye and so long he was even more late to the office. Did something happen while he was gone at work? Something bad?
“Hey, what's wrong? Anthony, please talk to me…”
Ian knows he sounds a little too panicked, too terrified, but he can't help it. Even though he's not the greatest at discussion by far, he and Anthony had agreed to communicate better and Ian hates the thought of the love of his life feeling bad for anything. Thus, Ian steps until he's in front of Anthony and he leans over a little. However, he stops himself before he can reach out to touch Anthony's cheeks, wipes his tears off. He's unsure if Anthony even wants to be touched right now.
“I'm…Sorry?” Ian repeats, unsure and standing there awkwardly.
“Do you love Shayne more than me?”
Anthony's eyes shine with tears as he sniffles, and Ian's eyebrows frown in confusion. He tries to rattle his brain for any action he might have done that could make Anthony assume anything of the sort, but he can't find anything. Nonetheless, his heart tightens and aches at the sight of the tears and the fact Anthony could ever think he isn't enough. As if Ian wouldn't steal the moon from the sky if Anthony even suggested he wanted it.
“I–What? Why would I love Shayne more than you?”
The man's eyes aren't getting any drier. He sniffles and holds Ian's eyes. The latter sighs.
“Of course I don't. You know I love you more. You're my boyfriend, Anthony. Where did you get the idea there's anyone I could ever love more than you?”
Those words sound way softer than Ian ever intended them to. He blushes, feels the prickles of uncomfort start to slide under his skin, but he doesn't take the words back. Anthony is crying and needs to hear them at the moment, no matter how weird Ian feels about telling those hidden, far too corny, feelings out loud.
“Look at what you did!”
Anthony sniffles some more and turns his laptop so Ian can see it. It takes a second for the man to understand what he's seeing: a game of the Sims 4. Anthony unpauses his game and Ian watches as what he assumes is him talks to what he assumes is Shayne, considering the stupid lime shirt the character has on.
Ian snorts quietly, even though he's confused. He fails to see the problem.
“Great shirt choice. But, uhm, what's…What's the issue here?”
Ian is hesitant as he answers, hoping he won't make a fool out of himself for not seeing any problem. He doesn't want to hurt his boyfriend, but he does not understand what's wrong there.
“Ian!”
Anthony looks at him like he's offended, wiggling around his pointer around the little text box at the corner of the screen. The one that reads that there's an attraction between the two Sims.
Ian freezes for a second, the gears in his mind turning until he understands. He feels the weight of the fear that Anthony's behavior instigated in it slipping off his shoulders. There's a part of him that wants to slap Anthony's cute cheeks for making him worry so much, but he feels any anger he could have dissipating at the sight of Anthony's sad pout and Bambi eyes.
“...Anthony…”
Anthony pouts furthermore at the sigh that leaves Ian’s lips.
“You're flirting with Shayne! I'm right there, we got married, and Arasha is our son, but you flirt with our best friend!”
God, why is Ian dating this idiot again?
“Oh My God, Anthony, this is just a game…”
“You cheated on me!”
Ian sighs loudly once again, taking Anthony's computer out of his lap. He places it on the coffee table and leans over to place his hands on each of Anthony's cheeks.
“Anthony, you gargantuan idiot, I love you. Only you. You're the hottest man I've ever seen and I feel like I'm living a dream every day I wake up next to you. I would marry you in a heartbeat if you asked me. I keep tofu in my fridge just for you. I've been keeping tofu in my fridge since 2015 in case you came over. Even the years you were gone. I own a company with you. I suck your dick. Shayne's just a friend. I love him, but not that way. He's banging Courtney anyway. Or Damien. Or both. I don't know and I don't care. Anyway, I love you, okay?”
Anthony's sniffles slowly stop as he listens to Ian's rant. His tears stop leaking and a little smile grows on his lips when Ian starts to admit he's been keeping Tofu for so long. That kind of weird, thoughtful action that showed he cares, so much and more than anyone, even if he does not usually reveal it so carelessly. Therefore, as his own words sink into his brain, Ian blushes madly. He breaks eye contact and lets go of Anthony’s cheeks, his heart pumping inside his chest.
“Uhm. Yeah. Just…You should stop playing the Sims so much.”
Anthony smiles a little, dries the damp corners of his eyes. “You love me?”
Ian looks at him and rolls his eyes. “Stop asking stupid questions.”
“So you love Shayne more.”
Anthony’s pouting, and Ian knows he is doing that to get what he wants, to hear the words again, but Ian can't deny him. He hates how weak he is when it comes to the beautiful man fanning his long eyelashes at him.
“I love you more. I love you with all my heart. More than anyone else.”
He might sound annoyed, but Anthony knows his boyfriend. He hears the shyness in his tone, the little pout forming on his lips. It makes him smile.
“So you promise you won't cheat on me?”
Ian sighs and sits down on the couch, grips Anthony's collar and pulls him so they are face to face and grazing each other's lips.
“I'm not into guys with lime shirts. I'm into you.”
Anthony laughs, joyful and giddy. Ian can't help it when he leans over to kiss him, their lips sliding against one another softly at first. It starts lovely and full of affection, but Anthony's tongue soon ends up curling against Ian's and the latter feels breathless, too hot already.
“You know, I think I could show you who I love more,” is what he breathes against Anthony's lips when their kiss breaks. Anthony smirks a little.
“Yeah? I'm not convinced. Hope you have compelling arguments.”
Ian smiles, Anthony's hot breath fawning on his lips. “Don’t worry, by the end of the night, the only name you'll be able to think of is mine.”
Ian and Anthony smash their mouths together again as they clumsily make their way towards Ian's bedroom, the Sims game forgotten in the living room. It doesn't really matter; not when Anthony is too busy melting into the real Ian's embrace as they become one in the dark.