Fic for the monthly challenge.
Title: 4 Times Ian lied to Anthony, and one time he didn't.
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: Just what the title says.
A/N: I WANT THAT CANNON PENIS SHIRT :O Oh, and I also really liked the challenge. Not easy, but pretty cool!
Previous chapters: none.
4 times Ian lied to Anthony, and one time he didn't.
1.
“Ian, have you seen my mug? The one with the pink flowers on it?” Anthony was opening and closing cupboards in their small kitchen, desperately looking for his favorite mug.
Ian looked guiltily at the used cup he was holding in his right hand. The soft pink flowers decorating the ceramic had faded a bit, but they were still clearly visible.
He quickly hid the mug behind his back and leaned casually on the counter, looking at Anthony, who by now was removing everything from the dishwasher.
“Nope, haven't seen it at all.”
2.
It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. Ian sighed. He was stuck editing the bloopers for their latest video, and it seemed he wouldn't be done anytime soon. The beautiful weather was making him jittery, ADHD not helping either. Focusing on his work seemed to be impossible. Ian sighed again and leaned his head on his left hand, using his right to lazily click around.
The door opened behind him. Ian didn't need to turn around to know it was Anthony.
“Hey Ian, how's it going? Almost done?” Anthony asked cheerfully.
Ian shrugged, then shook his head. “No.”
Anthony moved to sit next to him, and looked at him.
“You look a little pale dude, you okay?”
Ian was about to answer that he was fine, but then thought better of it. “To be honest, I do feel a bit under the weather, but it's fine. Just tired, I suppose.”
Anthony shook his head, mildly concerned by Ian's answer. “If you're not feeling well, you shouldn't be working. You go rest, I'll finish editing.”
Ian blinked up at his friend. “You mean that?”
Anthony nodded. “Yeah, go. Sleep well.”
“Thanks!” Replied Ian, already halfway out the door. He went straight to his bedroom, knowing that Anthony could hear him there. He jumped on his bed, making sure that it creaked loud enough to be heard downstairs.
After a full minute, Ian slowly got out of bed, as silent as possible. He opened the window, climbed out and lowered himself by hanging from his fingertips. He jumped the last few feet. Ian listened sharply to find out if Anthony suspected that Ian had left the house. Not hearing anything, he lay down in the soft grass, enjoying the sunlight.
He wasn't even sorry.
3.
“@BlablaSmoshsomething asks us to 'wrestle each other'!” Anthony exclaimed, phone still in hand.
Ian grinned and turned the camera off. “Are we gonna do it? It would be a Lunchtime first.”
Anthony rolled his eyes, but nodded. “Sure.”
Ian turned the camera back on, pretending that it had been on the whole time, and this was a spontaneous reaction. “Let's do it!”
Ian carefully placed the camera on the table, with Anthony checking if most of the floor of the living room was visible. When they were done, they moved to stand in front of the table.
“First one to be held immobile for more than five seconds, loses.” Anthony announced.
Ian counted down. “3, 2, 1!”
Both boys launched themselves at each other, playfully wrestling each other. Anthony was stronger, but Ian was stubborn, so they were quite evenly matched. Eventually Anthony managed to take Ian's left wrist in a hold, and wrestled the younger boy to the ground. He held him there by sitting on his back and twisting Ian's arm behind his back. Anthony loudly counted to five, and grinned in the camera.
“I won!”
He let go of Ian and grabbed the camera to film Ian, but thought better of it when he saw that Ian hadn't moved from his position on the floor. Instead he turned the camera off and moved over to his friend.
“Ian, you okay?”
Ian groaned and sat up, cradling his left wrist. He had injured his arm a few years ago during snowboarding, and Anthony's violent actions had made the old hurt resurface. However, he wasn't inclined to show that to Anthony, knowing that his friend would feel terribly guilty.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.” Ian responded standing up. “Now get the camera, and film my reaction to losing.”
Anthony hesitated, not convinced that Ian was fine.
“Come on,” Ian said impatiently, “I'm fine, really.”
He waved his injured hand around to prove it, hiding how much that motion hurt.
Anthony smiled, finally convinced of Ian's lie. They continued filming Lunchtime, and if Ian was a little more quiet than usual, well, that was entirely to blame on his humiliating defeat.
4.
“Hey dude, be honest,” Anthony said, barging into Ian's room, “is this shirt too tight?”
Ian looked up from the script he was writing and had to take a deep breath. Anthony's shirt was definitely tight, accentuating his broad shoulders and hard abs.
“Define too tight.” Ian choked out.
Anthony shrugged, muscles visibly rippling. “Do you think if people saw me, that they would think it looks weird?”
Ian swallowed. “No, you look fine.”
“Thanks man!” Anthony said happily, and disappeared again, leaving Ian to ponder whether he should have been honest with his friend. The truth was that a lot of people would definitely think Anthony's shirt was too tight, but personally Ian loved it, and if that meant he had to tell a little lie to keep Anthony wearing it, so be it.
5.
“What's up with you?” Anthony asked, sitting on the edge of Ian's bed. He had come in moments before, stating that they needed to talk.
Ian tried to smooth talk his way out of it, suspecting where Anthony was going with his question.
“I was just thinking about stuff, nothing important.”
Anthony shook his head. “You're not a thinker. You have been 'thinking' for three weeks now, only coming out of your room to eat and film. Something is bothering you, and I'm not leaving until you tell me what is going on with you.”
Ian stayed silent, hoping Anthony would give up and go away. If he would tell Anthony what was on his mind Anthony would leave too, but then he would never come back. Anthony sighed, recognizing that Ian wasn't going to talk. Instead of leaving, though, he crawled further onto the bed and lay down next to Ian. He didn't speak at all, just lay there.
Ian knew what Anthony was trying to do, but he vowed to himself that he would not give in. So he remained silent, waiting for Anthony to grow tired of their little game and leave him alone.
After two hours Anthony still hadn't left. Ian got up, intending to go to the bathroom, but Anthony took a hold of his hoodie and kept him there. Ian tried wriggle loose, but Anthony quickly sat behind him and wrapped his arms around Ian. He used his legs to keep Ian's legs immobile too.
“Anthony, let me go or I'll smash your nose with the back of my head!” Ian threatened.
He could feel Anthony shaking his head. “You wouldn't do that, because if you do, I'm in the perfect position to kick you in your balls.”
Ian looked down and groaned softly when he saw that Anthony was right. And to make matters worse, Anthony began blowing air into Ian's ear, knowing that Ian found that really annoying.
“You better tell me what's going on, or I will keep doing this until you die of annoyance or an ear infection. I'm pretty serious here, Ian. I'm worried about you, and I wanna know what's bothering you.”
Ian briefly debated risking a kick in the groin and throwing his head back, but he decided against it. He really liked his balls, after all. He also really needed to go to the bathroom, so he made the decision to just tell Anthony. At least Anthony would let him go then.
“Fine. I'll tell you. Just stop blowing air in my ear!” Ian hissed.
Anthony immediately stopped and waited for Ian to continue. Ian wished he could tell Anthony to let go of him when he told his secret, knowing that Anthony would probably not like touching him afterward, but he also knew that Anthony would never let him go before Ian told him. In all fairness, Ian would most likely bail the moment Anthony let him go.
“I'm gay.” It was out before Ian knew he was going to say it.
Both of them were shocked into silence by Ian's words. Anthony slowly let go of Ian, and Ian closed his eyes, knowing that Anthony would walk away know, utterly disgusted. Instead, however, Anthony shifted to sit in front of Ian, looking into his eyes. Anthony's brown eyes showed nothing but compassion and friendliness.
“Ian, did you really think that would be a problem for me? You know I'm not homophobic.”
Ian shrugged and looked down, feeling his eyes water with relief that Anthony hadn't run away screaming. He also knew that he should tell the whole truth.
“I'm also kind of in love with you, sorry.”
Ian squeezed his eyes shut once more, knowing that this would be too much for his friend. It came as a complete surprise then when he felt soft lips pressing against his own. He jerked his head back in surprise and opened his eyes. Anthony was looking at him, the friendliness in his eyes replaced by lust.
“Are you...?” Ian whispered surprised.
Anthony grinned and nodded, saying nothing. Not that he needed to. Now that the truth was out, the two men could finally have some honest fun.
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: Just what the title says.
A/N: I WANT THAT CANNON PENIS SHIRT :O Oh, and I also really liked the challenge. Not easy, but pretty cool!
Previous chapters: none.
4 times Ian lied to Anthony, and one time he didn't.
1.
“Ian, have you seen my mug? The one with the pink flowers on it?” Anthony was opening and closing cupboards in their small kitchen, desperately looking for his favorite mug.
Ian looked guiltily at the used cup he was holding in his right hand. The soft pink flowers decorating the ceramic had faded a bit, but they were still clearly visible.
He quickly hid the mug behind his back and leaned casually on the counter, looking at Anthony, who by now was removing everything from the dishwasher.
“Nope, haven't seen it at all.”
2.
It was a beautiful day outside, the sun was shining, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. Ian sighed. He was stuck editing the bloopers for their latest video, and it seemed he wouldn't be done anytime soon. The beautiful weather was making him jittery, ADHD not helping either. Focusing on his work seemed to be impossible. Ian sighed again and leaned his head on his left hand, using his right to lazily click around.
The door opened behind him. Ian didn't need to turn around to know it was Anthony.
“Hey Ian, how's it going? Almost done?” Anthony asked cheerfully.
Ian shrugged, then shook his head. “No.”
Anthony moved to sit next to him, and looked at him.
“You look a little pale dude, you okay?”
Ian was about to answer that he was fine, but then thought better of it. “To be honest, I do feel a bit under the weather, but it's fine. Just tired, I suppose.”
Anthony shook his head, mildly concerned by Ian's answer. “If you're not feeling well, you shouldn't be working. You go rest, I'll finish editing.”
Ian blinked up at his friend. “You mean that?”
Anthony nodded. “Yeah, go. Sleep well.”
“Thanks!” Replied Ian, already halfway out the door. He went straight to his bedroom, knowing that Anthony could hear him there. He jumped on his bed, making sure that it creaked loud enough to be heard downstairs.
After a full minute, Ian slowly got out of bed, as silent as possible. He opened the window, climbed out and lowered himself by hanging from his fingertips. He jumped the last few feet. Ian listened sharply to find out if Anthony suspected that Ian had left the house. Not hearing anything, he lay down in the soft grass, enjoying the sunlight.
He wasn't even sorry.
3.
“@BlablaSmoshsomething asks us to 'wrestle each other'!” Anthony exclaimed, phone still in hand.
Ian grinned and turned the camera off. “Are we gonna do it? It would be a Lunchtime first.”
Anthony rolled his eyes, but nodded. “Sure.”
Ian turned the camera back on, pretending that it had been on the whole time, and this was a spontaneous reaction. “Let's do it!”
Ian carefully placed the camera on the table, with Anthony checking if most of the floor of the living room was visible. When they were done, they moved to stand in front of the table.
“First one to be held immobile for more than five seconds, loses.” Anthony announced.
Ian counted down. “3, 2, 1!”
Both boys launched themselves at each other, playfully wrestling each other. Anthony was stronger, but Ian was stubborn, so they were quite evenly matched. Eventually Anthony managed to take Ian's left wrist in a hold, and wrestled the younger boy to the ground. He held him there by sitting on his back and twisting Ian's arm behind his back. Anthony loudly counted to five, and grinned in the camera.
“I won!”
He let go of Ian and grabbed the camera to film Ian, but thought better of it when he saw that Ian hadn't moved from his position on the floor. Instead he turned the camera off and moved over to his friend.
“Ian, you okay?”
Ian groaned and sat up, cradling his left wrist. He had injured his arm a few years ago during snowboarding, and Anthony's violent actions had made the old hurt resurface. However, he wasn't inclined to show that to Anthony, knowing that his friend would feel terribly guilty.
“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.” Ian responded standing up. “Now get the camera, and film my reaction to losing.”
Anthony hesitated, not convinced that Ian was fine.
“Come on,” Ian said impatiently, “I'm fine, really.”
He waved his injured hand around to prove it, hiding how much that motion hurt.
Anthony smiled, finally convinced of Ian's lie. They continued filming Lunchtime, and if Ian was a little more quiet than usual, well, that was entirely to blame on his humiliating defeat.
4.
“Hey dude, be honest,” Anthony said, barging into Ian's room, “is this shirt too tight?”
Ian looked up from the script he was writing and had to take a deep breath. Anthony's shirt was definitely tight, accentuating his broad shoulders and hard abs.
“Define too tight.” Ian choked out.
Anthony shrugged, muscles visibly rippling. “Do you think if people saw me, that they would think it looks weird?”
Ian swallowed. “No, you look fine.”
“Thanks man!” Anthony said happily, and disappeared again, leaving Ian to ponder whether he should have been honest with his friend. The truth was that a lot of people would definitely think Anthony's shirt was too tight, but personally Ian loved it, and if that meant he had to tell a little lie to keep Anthony wearing it, so be it.
5.
“What's up with you?” Anthony asked, sitting on the edge of Ian's bed. He had come in moments before, stating that they needed to talk.
Ian tried to smooth talk his way out of it, suspecting where Anthony was going with his question.
“I was just thinking about stuff, nothing important.”
Anthony shook his head. “You're not a thinker. You have been 'thinking' for three weeks now, only coming out of your room to eat and film. Something is bothering you, and I'm not leaving until you tell me what is going on with you.”
Ian stayed silent, hoping Anthony would give up and go away. If he would tell Anthony what was on his mind Anthony would leave too, but then he would never come back. Anthony sighed, recognizing that Ian wasn't going to talk. Instead of leaving, though, he crawled further onto the bed and lay down next to Ian. He didn't speak at all, just lay there.
Ian knew what Anthony was trying to do, but he vowed to himself that he would not give in. So he remained silent, waiting for Anthony to grow tired of their little game and leave him alone.
After two hours Anthony still hadn't left. Ian got up, intending to go to the bathroom, but Anthony took a hold of his hoodie and kept him there. Ian tried wriggle loose, but Anthony quickly sat behind him and wrapped his arms around Ian. He used his legs to keep Ian's legs immobile too.
“Anthony, let me go or I'll smash your nose with the back of my head!” Ian threatened.
He could feel Anthony shaking his head. “You wouldn't do that, because if you do, I'm in the perfect position to kick you in your balls.”
Ian looked down and groaned softly when he saw that Anthony was right. And to make matters worse, Anthony began blowing air into Ian's ear, knowing that Ian found that really annoying.
“You better tell me what's going on, or I will keep doing this until you die of annoyance or an ear infection. I'm pretty serious here, Ian. I'm worried about you, and I wanna know what's bothering you.”
Ian briefly debated risking a kick in the groin and throwing his head back, but he decided against it. He really liked his balls, after all. He also really needed to go to the bathroom, so he made the decision to just tell Anthony. At least Anthony would let him go then.
“Fine. I'll tell you. Just stop blowing air in my ear!” Ian hissed.
Anthony immediately stopped and waited for Ian to continue. Ian wished he could tell Anthony to let go of him when he told his secret, knowing that Anthony would probably not like touching him afterward, but he also knew that Anthony would never let him go before Ian told him. In all fairness, Ian would most likely bail the moment Anthony let him go.
“I'm gay.” It was out before Ian knew he was going to say it.
Both of them were shocked into silence by Ian's words. Anthony slowly let go of Ian, and Ian closed his eyes, knowing that Anthony would walk away know, utterly disgusted. Instead, however, Anthony shifted to sit in front of Ian, looking into his eyes. Anthony's brown eyes showed nothing but compassion and friendliness.
“Ian, did you really think that would be a problem for me? You know I'm not homophobic.”
Ian shrugged and looked down, feeling his eyes water with relief that Anthony hadn't run away screaming. He also knew that he should tell the whole truth.
“I'm also kind of in love with you, sorry.”
Ian squeezed his eyes shut once more, knowing that this would be too much for his friend. It came as a complete surprise then when he felt soft lips pressing against his own. He jerked his head back in surprise and opened his eyes. Anthony was looking at him, the friendliness in his eyes replaced by lust.
“Are you...?” Ian whispered surprised.
Anthony grinned and nodded, saying nothing. Not that he needed to. Now that the truth was out, the two men could finally have some honest fun.