Love and Discipline [CHAPTER 1]
Title: Love and Discipline
Rating: PG-13ish. May border on R but nothing too serious.
Genre/Warnings: fluff, sexual content, language
Summary: Ian and Anthony are in a relationship but no one knows and they want to keep it that way.
Chapter Summary: Ian is eager for some lovin' and Team Smosh goes out for drinks.
Disclaimer: You really don't get the meaning of the word 'fanfiction'. I DON'T FIRETRUCKING OWN SMOSH OR THE LOUNGE ON 20.
Author's Note: I decided to get my lazy ass motivated (with the help of orangefriday's fist o.O) and actually post a chapter early. So here you go :]
Ian looked at Anthony with a lust-filled gaze, thinking definitely not clean and "friendly" thoughts about his best friend. Anthony spotted the look that Ian was giving him and quickly shot him a glare that clearly said "cut it out." Ian pouted but then let the gaze up, stilling thinking dirty thoughts about the man standing next to him.
Ian knew he should act more professional, especially since they needed to get this filming done and like Anthony continues to remind him every day, he should at least try to not be so obvious. The lighter brunette put his thoughts aside and said his lines, acting like his normal, witty self.
About an hour of filming later, Bill, the director, yelled, "That's a wrap!" Ian sighed in relief and started to help the crew pack up the equipment. Anthony was also quick to help as well. The clean up took about fifteen minutes flat, it usually taking about a half-an-hour.
"See you tomorrow guys," Ian and Anthony said as the crew members exited their home. After the last car pulled out of their driveway, Ian jumped on Anthony, wrapping his legs around the taller man's waist, pulling him into a frantic kiss.
Anthony hummed into the kiss, enjoying Ian's taste. This was a daily occurrence for the two. Ever since this thing, this wonderful, new thing started, both men's lives have improved. No longer hiding those feelings, both felt like a huge weight that was holding them down, was lifted off their shoulders.
Anthony hurried towards his bedroom, Ian still clutching him, lips still locked. The tall man stumbled quite a few times, almost losing his balance, seeing his coordination was not the best at the current time. The darker brunette finally reached his bedroom door, which was currently closed. Anthony had a hard time opening it, getting lost in Ian's taste.
"Ant," Ian moaned against Anthony's lips. Anthony didn't respond, but instead deepened the kiss even more. "Ant," Ian moaned again, trying to find it in himself to pull away but couldn't. The taller man decided to go into the computer room, since the door was already halfway open.
Anthony kicked it open and stumbled into the white room. He sat down on one of the leather Smosh chairs. Ian readjusted his position so that his legs were straddling Anthony's waist. Anthony's body slid down the chair, Ian going down with him.
The two ended up on the floor, Anthony in a halfway-sitting, halfway-laying position. It was beginning to become uncomfortable so Anthony gradually laid down, Ian coming with him. Their lips were still locked as Anthony tugged on the end of Ian's yellow shirt.
A sudden sound of someone knocking on their front door interrupted the two. Anthony groaned in annoyance and then started to get up. He was receiving no help from Ian, who refuses to get off of him. "Don't get it," the lighter brunette murmured against Anthony lips. "They'll go away eventually."
The knocking suddenly got louder and more demanding. Anthony pulled away from Ian and pulled his limbs off of him. It was Ian's turn to groan as Anthony darted out of the computer room and started towards the door, fixing his hair and straighten his clothes in the process.
Ian heard Bill's voice from the computer room, where he stood, pouting like a young child. The volume of the voices got louder and the conversation became clearer, indicating that Anthony and Bill were moving towards the computer room. Panicking, Ian quickly fixed his appearance, combing his bowl haircut back into place and straightening his clothes.
Anthony appeared in doorway with Bill by his side. Ian scrunched his eyebrows together, wondering what Bill wanted. "You guys forgot to take the camera," Bill explained, rolling his eyes playfully.
Ian chuckled, "Oh."
Bill rolled his eyes once more and placed the camera on the desk. "Oh by the way, you guys should come out for drinks tonight. The crew is coming and you guys need a break," Bill said.
Anthony and Ian shared a glance. Anthony hesitantly tore his eyes away from Ian and said, "Uh, yeah. We'll be there."
Bill smiled, pleased. "Tonight at nine at the Lounge on 20," he said, backing out of the room. "See you then."
As soon as Ian hear the front door open and shut, he glared at Anthony. "You promised that we'd have a night to ourselves," he whined childishly.
Anthony raised an eyebrow. "I never said anything because I didn't get the chance to. If I remember correctly you jumped on me before I had a chance to say anything," he bit back.
"You still could've said no," Ian pouted.
Anthony rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around his best friend's waist. "We'll only stay for an hour or so and then we'll come back here and do whatever you want to do, okay?" Anthony negotiated.
Ian threw his head back and groan. "Fine."
* * * * *
Ian and Anthony stumbled down the street, drunk off of their asses. Ian couldn't contain his giggling, which rang aloud, filling the lighted city streets of Sacramento. Anthony joined in on the giggle fest but quickly stopped when he started coughing like crazy.
The crew had offered them a ride home but they politely turned down the offer, saying they much rather walk. After another fifteen minutes Anthony and Ian finally made it into their neighborhood, Ian almost collapsing on the sidewalk.
"How much longer?" he whined, giggling a little bit.
"A few more blocks," Anthony slurred, readjusting his arm on Ian's shoulders.
Ian groaned but continued to stumble, never the less. After five more hardworking minutes of hardcore stumbling, the couple made it home. Anthony struggled to put the key in the lock correctly so it took another two minutes to get into the house.
When Anthony finally figured out how to put the key in the lock and turn the doorknob, the two stumbled into the house. Ian collapsed on the ground. "Ian," Anthony giggled. "Get your ass upppppppp."
Ian moaned and mumbled, "Make me."
Anthony rolled his eyes playfully and pick up the lighter brunette without much fighting. He hoisted him up bridal style and stumbled towards his own bedroom. On the way there, Ian moved in and kissed Anthony. Anthony was surprised and became quickly unfocused.
He accidentally dropped Ian to the ground but the smaller man pulled him down with him. Anthony resisted the urge to groan in pain but instead, he groaned in pleasure.
The two just laid on the floor, kissing each other passionately. Anthony's hands roamed Ian's body, rubbing dangerously close to Ian's crotch. "Oh," Ian groaned into Anthony's mouth, definitely enjoying what Anthony was doing.
Suddenly, the touching stopped, as did the kissing. Anthony's breathing became heavy as he slipped into a blissful sleep, clearly forgetting about the man under him.
"I hate you Anthony Padilla!" Ian slurred and then fell into his own dreamland, not caring about the massive hangover that he would have tomorrow.
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A/N: I bet you guys weren't expecting this chapter to be out so quickly, huh? Well, I have no school today, or yesterday because of the Jewish holiday! Yay! So I decided to start this story earlier and well, like I said before, I'm winging it. I hope I satisfied you guys and hopefully this wasn't too short. ;P Sorry for the teasing, um, there will be more hot make-out sessions with Ianthony later...um...bai.
Rating: PG-13ish. May border on R but nothing too serious.
Genre/Warnings: fluff, sexual content, language
Summary: Ian and Anthony are in a relationship but no one knows and they want to keep it that way.
Chapter Summary: Ian is eager for some lovin' and Team Smosh goes out for drinks.
Disclaimer: You really don't get the meaning of the word 'fanfiction'. I DON'T FIRETRUCKING OWN SMOSH OR THE LOUNGE ON 20.
Author's Note: I decided to get my lazy ass motivated (with the help of orangefriday's fist o.O) and actually post a chapter early. So here you go :]
Ian looked at Anthony with a lust-filled gaze, thinking definitely not clean and "friendly" thoughts about his best friend. Anthony spotted the look that Ian was giving him and quickly shot him a glare that clearly said "cut it out." Ian pouted but then let the gaze up, stilling thinking dirty thoughts about the man standing next to him.
Ian knew he should act more professional, especially since they needed to get this filming done and like Anthony continues to remind him every day, he should at least try to not be so obvious. The lighter brunette put his thoughts aside and said his lines, acting like his normal, witty self.
About an hour of filming later, Bill, the director, yelled, "That's a wrap!" Ian sighed in relief and started to help the crew pack up the equipment. Anthony was also quick to help as well. The clean up took about fifteen minutes flat, it usually taking about a half-an-hour.
"See you tomorrow guys," Ian and Anthony said as the crew members exited their home. After the last car pulled out of their driveway, Ian jumped on Anthony, wrapping his legs around the taller man's waist, pulling him into a frantic kiss.
Anthony hummed into the kiss, enjoying Ian's taste. This was a daily occurrence for the two. Ever since this thing, this wonderful, new thing started, both men's lives have improved. No longer hiding those feelings, both felt like a huge weight that was holding them down, was lifted off their shoulders.
Anthony hurried towards his bedroom, Ian still clutching him, lips still locked. The tall man stumbled quite a few times, almost losing his balance, seeing his coordination was not the best at the current time. The darker brunette finally reached his bedroom door, which was currently closed. Anthony had a hard time opening it, getting lost in Ian's taste.
"Ant," Ian moaned against Anthony's lips. Anthony didn't respond, but instead deepened the kiss even more. "Ant," Ian moaned again, trying to find it in himself to pull away but couldn't. The taller man decided to go into the computer room, since the door was already halfway open.
Anthony kicked it open and stumbled into the white room. He sat down on one of the leather Smosh chairs. Ian readjusted his position so that his legs were straddling Anthony's waist. Anthony's body slid down the chair, Ian going down with him.
The two ended up on the floor, Anthony in a halfway-sitting, halfway-laying position. It was beginning to become uncomfortable so Anthony gradually laid down, Ian coming with him. Their lips were still locked as Anthony tugged on the end of Ian's yellow shirt.
A sudden sound of someone knocking on their front door interrupted the two. Anthony groaned in annoyance and then started to get up. He was receiving no help from Ian, who refuses to get off of him. "Don't get it," the lighter brunette murmured against Anthony lips. "They'll go away eventually."
The knocking suddenly got louder and more demanding. Anthony pulled away from Ian and pulled his limbs off of him. It was Ian's turn to groan as Anthony darted out of the computer room and started towards the door, fixing his hair and straighten his clothes in the process.
Ian heard Bill's voice from the computer room, where he stood, pouting like a young child. The volume of the voices got louder and the conversation became clearer, indicating that Anthony and Bill were moving towards the computer room. Panicking, Ian quickly fixed his appearance, combing his bowl haircut back into place and straightening his clothes.
Anthony appeared in doorway with Bill by his side. Ian scrunched his eyebrows together, wondering what Bill wanted. "You guys forgot to take the camera," Bill explained, rolling his eyes playfully.
Ian chuckled, "Oh."
Bill rolled his eyes once more and placed the camera on the desk. "Oh by the way, you guys should come out for drinks tonight. The crew is coming and you guys need a break," Bill said.
Anthony and Ian shared a glance. Anthony hesitantly tore his eyes away from Ian and said, "Uh, yeah. We'll be there."
Bill smiled, pleased. "Tonight at nine at the Lounge on 20," he said, backing out of the room. "See you then."
As soon as Ian hear the front door open and shut, he glared at Anthony. "You promised that we'd have a night to ourselves," he whined childishly.
Anthony raised an eyebrow. "I never said anything because I didn't get the chance to. If I remember correctly you jumped on me before I had a chance to say anything," he bit back.
"You still could've said no," Ian pouted.
Anthony rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around his best friend's waist. "We'll only stay for an hour or so and then we'll come back here and do whatever you want to do, okay?" Anthony negotiated.
Ian threw his head back and groan. "Fine."
* * * * *
Ian and Anthony stumbled down the street, drunk off of their asses. Ian couldn't contain his giggling, which rang aloud, filling the lighted city streets of Sacramento. Anthony joined in on the giggle fest but quickly stopped when he started coughing like crazy.
The crew had offered them a ride home but they politely turned down the offer, saying they much rather walk. After another fifteen minutes Anthony and Ian finally made it into their neighborhood, Ian almost collapsing on the sidewalk.
"How much longer?" he whined, giggling a little bit.
"A few more blocks," Anthony slurred, readjusting his arm on Ian's shoulders.
Ian groaned but continued to stumble, never the less. After five more hardworking minutes of hardcore stumbling, the couple made it home. Anthony struggled to put the key in the lock correctly so it took another two minutes to get into the house.
When Anthony finally figured out how to put the key in the lock and turn the doorknob, the two stumbled into the house. Ian collapsed on the ground. "Ian," Anthony giggled. "Get your ass upppppppp."
Ian moaned and mumbled, "Make me."
Anthony rolled his eyes playfully and pick up the lighter brunette without much fighting. He hoisted him up bridal style and stumbled towards his own bedroom. On the way there, Ian moved in and kissed Anthony. Anthony was surprised and became quickly unfocused.
He accidentally dropped Ian to the ground but the smaller man pulled him down with him. Anthony resisted the urge to groan in pain but instead, he groaned in pleasure.
The two just laid on the floor, kissing each other passionately. Anthony's hands roamed Ian's body, rubbing dangerously close to Ian's crotch. "Oh," Ian groaned into Anthony's mouth, definitely enjoying what Anthony was doing.
Suddenly, the touching stopped, as did the kissing. Anthony's breathing became heavy as he slipped into a blissful sleep, clearly forgetting about the man under him.
"I hate you Anthony Padilla!" Ian slurred and then fell into his own dreamland, not caring about the massive hangover that he would have tomorrow.
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A/N: I bet you guys weren't expecting this chapter to be out so quickly, huh? Well, I have no school today, or yesterday because of the Jewish holiday! Yay! So I decided to start this story earlier and well, like I said before, I'm winging it. I hope I satisfied you guys and hopefully this wasn't too short. ;P Sorry for the teasing, um, there will be more hot make-out sessions with Ianthony later...um...bai.