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Anthony wasn’t the person to bottle up feelings now, he’s grown out of that.
He's aware that he can open his feelings towards someone he trusts and knows.
Ever since he bought back Smosh two years ago, he’s been more open and clingy towards his best friend — Ian Hecox.
The two would always be together, work hours or not, if you stumble upon one of the two, there’s a good chance that the other is also with him.
It wasn’t until a few months ago that Anthony confessed that he’s been feeling something for Ian, quite the surprise because they’d been together since grade six and Anthony was only developing feelings just a few months before. Ian doesn’t reciprocate as much as Anthony but he’s been dabbling in trying to express more.
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The two men are now in Anthony’s home; Ian on his phone, sitting on the bed with his jacket hanging over at the end of the bed frame.
Colors smear across the canvas, creating a small splatter that spreads everywhere with dots and disturbed paint that stretches across from the main source.
This technique is just Anthony brainstorming for ideas to do as he paints.
Anthony hums to himself, notifying Ian of his boredom. The younger man closes his phone and sets it on the nightstand, swinging his legs off the bed and onto the floor, creating a small thump.
Ian walks over and stands behind Anthony’s right slightly. Crossing his arms, he takes in the canvas that’s messy with the paint being slapped onto it.
“No idea, hm?” Ian smirks, pointing at the unfinished painting that looks like a toddler messed with it.
Anthony turns around to face Ian, expressing mock annoyance and setting the acrylic paint packet that looks like it’s been squeezed to death.
“At least I’m doing something productive unlike you.” Anthony remarked, standing up and stretching his arms a bit as he fully faced towards Ian.
“I’m gonna wash off, you can leave whenever.” Anthony dismissively waves as he walks over to the doorway and exits the room, leaving Ian to hang around his bedroom.
Anthony walks in the bathroom, turning the faucet knob on and letting it run for a while before inserting his hands into the water’s flow and washing off the paint he got on his palm.
The appearance of Ian flashed through his mind and it made him stop washing his hands midway. He twists the faucet back off and grips on the edge of the sink, looking at himself in the mirror.
Ian’s more energetic nature starts ruminating on his mind, making him more flushed than ever. His cheeks grow more into a red tint, it paints over his nose and cheeks.
‘I really need him.’
He thought to himself, letting his other hand hold his head as he stopped looking at the mirror. He lets go off the edge of the sink and pushes himself off, exiting the bathroom and switching off the lights in doing so.
As he almost reaches his room, Ian walks out with his jacket on him. The both stare at each other for a moment before Anthony blocks the way entirely and crosses his arms while cocking his hips.
“What are you doing?” Anthony asks with a slight bit of concern.
“You told me I could leave whenever.” Ian shoots back with a confused expression, lifting his shoulders in gesture.
“Oh right– I did– yeah..” Anthony awkwardly stumbles on his words, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’ll be going now, see you at work tomorrow.” Ian blanky states while walking past Anthony, brushing shoulders a bit.
“Uh yeah bye.” Anthony is a bit saddened by the fact that Ian wasn’t willing to stay a bit longer but he understood, they both had work tomorrow.
As Anthony grasps the door knob to his bedroom, he suddenly thinks back to the bathroom where he had a little daydream moment about Ian. His face immediately turned red again, making a weird decision he definitely can’t take back.
He immediately lets go of the knob and bolts after Ian, grabbing his shoulder from behind and startling Ian as he walks across Anthony’s living room.
“Oh my God! What the fuck–!? Anthony– What–??” Ian hastily turns around, seeing Anthony’s hunched over position as he keeps his grasp on Ian’s shoulder.
“Anthony, are you okay? Do you need something?” Ian is now slightly concerned by the sudden action of Anthony just chasing after him.
“Yes. I need you.”
Anthony states while standing up straight.
“……….Eh?”
Before Ian could react, he feels his wrist getting grabbed and taken back further into the house.
The two walk in silence as Ian questions where Anthony is going with this. He normally does get pulled and shoved to where his friends go but even Ian couldn’t decipher what Anthony’s plan was.
They both get inside the bedroom, Ian walking further in as Anthony closes the door behind him.
“Anthony–“
Ian tries asking but Anthony starts approaching him, making Ian back away — bumping the back of his legs at the bed’s frame.
“Anthony, what is this about?” Ian asks even more confused but overshadowed with concern, is this the work of drugs?
Ian feels his body get shoved down, falling onto the bed and sitting up immediately after the action.
Anthony follows and crawls on the bed, pinning both of Ian’s hands on the mattress and locking one of his knees in between Ian’s legs.
“Are you high or something? At least respond to me.” Ian tries moving his fingers more freely but Anthony shuts down that action and Ian gives up immediately.
“You’re just so pretty..”
Anthony mutters under his breath, bringing his head closer towards Ian’s shoulder. Ian instinctively shudders at the words Anthony just said.
“Thanks..? Are you okay?”
The words hit Anthony out of his subconscious grasp against Ian.
“Uhm.. yeah–! Just can’t help.. but admire you.. just a pretty boy on my bed.” Anthony smiles softly, making Ian’s heart beat faster.
“Can we just.. be like this–? No sex or anything, just.. being close?” Anthony’s question has truly made Ian question himself.
“Sure..?” Ian sighs under his breath, still uncertain about Anthony’s current situation right now.
Anthony’s demeanor changes and he’s now wagging his (imaginary) tail like a happy dog. Taking off his sweater in response and throwing it on the side of the bed, revealing the plain black tank top he’s wearing underneath the sweater.
“Hey– I thought no sex–“
“What? Can’t a guy just remove his sweater to get comfortable with his friend?”
Anthony cuts Ian off, rendering him remarkably speechless.
“Fair enough.”
Ian plays on, slowly taking off his jacket and placing it alongside Anthony’s sweater. The loose oversized t-shirt he decided to wear was also just there by coincidence, also taking off his glasses and putting it on the nightstand.
Anthony pins Ian further down onto the bed, immediately locking his body in place. Ian stares at Anthony in genuine disbelief.
Anthony’s fingers roam Ian’s forearms and lift the pinned down man’s left wrist and lock the right onto the pillow.
The same number of toes.
The same ten fingers.
Anthony interlaces his fingers into Ian’s hand, holding in the air as he leans further towards Ian’s face.
The same body heat, felt between breaths of equal heat.
Anthony lets down Ian’s hand off the air and stops pinning his hands down, only surrounding both sides of Ian’s head. Anthony lifts his head away from Ian’s proximity, taking in the view of the man underneath him.
“You’re so adorable.”
He remarks, smirking softly while admiring his friend. Anthony lifts his left hand away from Ian’s side, playing and shuffling around with Ian’s hair.
“You always say that…”
Ian slightly looks to the side, blankly stating it as he feels his head being played with.
“Well, of course.” Anthony replies, pinning Ian’s left wrist and eventually his hand once more.
The two sit in silence as the warm dimly lit room makes the atmosphere calm and quiet. The breathing being heard between the men and the intimate space they both share while on the bed.
Anthony takes action once more and travels his hand from Ian’s left arm towards his wrist. Twisting his shoulders towards his right side, he hunches further as the loose shoulder strap of his tank top falls slightly against his shoulder.
“I just find you so adorable.”
Anthony takes Ian’s wrist and places a gentle kiss on his friend’s hand. Squeezing it firmly to make Ian feel more comfortable and relaxed.
He rubs Ian’s wrist against his cheek, feeling more relaxed with his touch.
Ian stares back in silence, his chest moving up and down as he breathes.
He feels a weight being lunged at him and cradling his body, Anthony wraps his arms around Ian’s neck and rests his chin on top of Ian’s head.
“I’m sorry..” Anthony utters in remorse.
“For what?” Ian asks with a tinge of incertitude.
“For leaving you, it made you more closed off and unavailable.” Anthony slides down his head and leans closer towards Ian’s face, moving his left hand to cup Ian’s right cheek.
“Are you really still on that? Anthony, I forgive you.”
Ian’s words echoed throughout Anthony’s mind but he really just wanted to hear Ian say that again.
Ian feels another pair of lips against his, softly kissing him; he feels his heart racing, his eyes fluttering close as he kisses Anthony further. He wraps his arms around the back of Anthony’s neck, inserting his tongue into the kiss.
They both explore each other’s mouths, the warm feeling of being inside the other. The slight rustle of their clothes due to the micro movement they both make.
Anthony pulls away slowly, breathing slowly and taking in air after the kiss. Although a bit disappointed by the pull away, Ian enjoyed it regardless.
“Awh, does daddy miss my kiss?” Anthony mockingly jokes while chuckling.
“Don’t call me that..” Ian says with slight discontent in his voice.
“Okay sorry, you deserve all my kisses then.” Anthony insists, kissing Ian’s cheek and laying a trail of soft, wet kisses towards his neck.
“That’s enough out of ya, daddy needs his rest.” Ian lightly pushes Anthony away, melting onto the bed further while still letting himself get cradled by Anthony.
Anthony grabs his sweater from the side and throws it on Ian, who doesn’t fight back much by the unexpected turn of events.
“You look cute in my sweater.” Anthony messily blushes at the sight of Ian in his sweater, which is a bit oversized for him.
Ian pouts sarcastically and pulls Anthony closer to his chest, resting his head on it.
“Love you, Ian.” Anthony states while genuinely enjoying the feeling of his face being on Ian’s man boobs.
“You too pervert.” Ian sarcastically says, resting his head against the pillow and sleeping peacefully with Anthony on his chest.