Caught On Camera
Title: Caught On Camera
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Summary: Anthony peeps on Ian and gets a lot more than he asked for.
Author's Notes: This is not solely my fic. This is a collaboration between 98ninetyeight and I. As to who wrote what, you’ll have to guess. :P
Previous Chapters: One-shot
“Uh, can you finish this?” Ian asked, looking up from the stack of virtual mail on Anthony’s laptop that he had yet to reply to. It had been a long afternoon, with the stuffy Californian summer heat showing no mercy through the thickly curtained windows and the air conditioner turned down to the coldest it could go. The world had fallen into a state of lethargy, not a single soul on the sidewalk at this time of day. Everything outside seemed dry and baked to a crisp with the usually green leaves dulling to brown and yellow in the heat.
“Sure,” Anthony mumbled, not even looking up from the game he was playing. They’d agreed that they’d work in shifts of two hours each until either all the work was done or they passed out from exhaustion. “Why?” Anthony asked curiously, Ian’s eyes slightly narrowing in confused suspicion.
“Oh… I just need to finish off a few things.” Ian’s face reddened and he ran down the hallway into his bedroom. Frowning at Ian’s hurried answer, Anthony stayed in his chair, eyes following Ian as he ran inside. The door to the room slammed hastily shut and a quiet click followed seconds later - Ian had locked the door from inside.
Paying no heed to Ian’s instructions, Anthony abandoned the emails Ian had told him to reply to and listened closely to the sounds coming from behind the room door.
After what sounded decidedly like something being unzipped, Anthony sprang up from the couch. He skidded down the hallway into his bedroom, unceremoniously tossing his laptop onto the bed. Just like he’d been expecting, the flipcam was importing Lunchtime footage into the larger desktop that took pride of place on his cluttered desk. Ignoring the numerous error messages that blossomed on his screen as he hurriedly tore the camera from its cable, he shuffled through his iTunes library for some strong rock music so as to dispel any suspicions. He quietly shut the room door behind him, shuffling down the hallway to the main door and out into the torturous sunlight.
Ducking down so as not to be seen through any windows, Anthony crept around the back of the house. Predictably, the blinds on Ian’s bedroom window were tilted shut; however, there was a small space just above the bottom windowsill that was perfect for Anthony to look through. Squinting through the blinding light, Anthony peered through the glass and watched the scene unfold before him.
Soundless, laboured gasps escaped Ian’s parted lips, tousled hair occasionally dipping over his half-open eyes. A thin sheen of sweat glistened over his smooth, pale chest - probably from the inescapable summer heat, Anthony thought. Fumbling with the flipcam in hasty excitement, Anthony finally calmed himself and angled it to film through the little space in the blinds. Normally, one would’ve been in agonizing pain sitting in Anthony’s position, but as Anthony had already observed Ian ‘taking care of business’ on several other occasions, it wasn’t a problem for the dark-haired man.
Beads of sweat trickled down Anthony’s forehead but he didn’t make any move to wipe them away as he fixed his gaze on the motion of Ian’s hips thrusting into his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Ian’s laptop propped up slightly to the left of his free hand and immediately averted his gaze as he saw two grotesquely muscled men and an assortment of sex toys briefly flash across the dimmed screen.
Within minutes, Ian reached for the Kleenex lying on his nightstand and calmly wiped away the white mess that had released itself from within him. As he balled up the pieces and moved towards the bathroom to flush them out, Anthony stopped the recording and started to play it back, making sure that the footage was perfect. The scene was comparable to something out of an adult movie and Anthony couldn’t help but feel the rush of heat that coursed through him as he watched Ian finally release in high definition.
A cool breeze fluttered over Anthony’s head - strange, since any wind that would’ve passed through the block would’ve been warm. It felt suspiciously like something from an air-conditioner and Anthony looked up, mortified, only to find Ian staring down at him, an eyebrow raised as if to tell Anthony that he knew exactly what had happened. The blinds were pulled up and the window had been popped open, Ian’s hand still at the lever.
“Uh… I…” Anthony took off, gripping the flipcam for dear life as he ran down the street, not stopping to look back. He could hear Ian calling for him and knew that his best friend, who had run cross-country in high school, was quickly closing the distance. The late afternoon light was virtually blinding and Anthony had to squint to stop himself from barrelling into one of their neighbours’ prize-winning gardens. He took unexpected turns, veering left or right every two or three streets, only to find that he’d run in a full circle back into his driveway. His car was temptingly parked a few feet away from him, but he couldn’t use it because he’d left the key in the living room after they’d gone out to get lunch.
Nevertheless, he ran into the house, legs not used to this much exertion after five years of goofing around in front of a camera lens. He knew that it was over, that Ian was close behind, that Ian would be on him in a matter of seconds. Hot breath escaped his mouth and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he heard heavy yet quick footsteps behind him grow louder and louder, closer and closer to his own feet. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away, did you?” a voice panted, tantalizingly tickling the hairs on the back of his neck. Anthony froze, unwilling to turn around, cursing as Ian’s arms pinned his own against a wall, fingers already promising red welts there that would last for hours. His whole body seemed to thump with his speeding heartbeat and the effects of his sprint through the sun started to kick in, uncomfortable heat cloaking him from head to toe. Reluctantly, he met Ian’s gaze, hurriedly dropping it as Ian’s lips curled into a sly smile.
Ian let go of Anthony’s arms and immediately snatched the flipcam out of Anthony’s hand. “Well what do we have here,” Ian said as he examined it like some expensive treasure. He flipped it open and pressed a few buttons. Anthony tried to grab it back, but Ian smacked his hands away. He could only gulp nervously as the video he had recorded of Ian started to play.
The ground refused to open up and swallow Anthony as Ian watched the video in silence. The heat that creeped from outside forced sweat drops to spread across his body. Ian chuckled as he finished the video and said, “I’d make an excellent porn star.” He placed the flipcam in his shorts pocket and looked Anthony in the eye. His sly smile returned as he asked, “So, you big pervert, do you like what you see?”
Anthony tried to slip away, but Ian grabbed his arms and pinned him up against the wall again. His breath came out at odd intervals as Ian moved Anthony’s arm so that his hand rested on Ian’s bare chest. Ian’s heartbeat reverberated through his hand and Anthony’s heart beat erratically, as if thrown off by the second one. Ian’s other hand released Anthony and moved to lift Anthony’s chin up so that they gazed into each other’s eyes. With a very suggestive look, Ian said, “I assure you that the real thing is much better than some video-recorded copy that you can masturbate to alone in your room.”
No matter how hard Anthony tried, he couldn’t find the words he needed. His brain had exploded back at the moment Ian had spotted him. It was then, when Ian spotted him crouching outside his window, that Anthony had known everything was over. Ian knew Anthony’s dirty little secret and now everything was ruined: Smosh, their friendship, and Anthony’s life. Even so, Anthony’s frazzled brain could not comprehend Ian’s behaviour. He should have been tossing Anthony around or yelling at him like a puppy that had just peed on the carpet; instead he was acting as though he was glad about Anthony’s actions, or maybe even turned-on by them. That would certainly explain why Ian had been watching what he assumed was gay porn. Still, this did not fit his image of the Ian he knew.
Anthony’s attention was brought back to Ian as his hand was moved across Ian’s chest. Ian slowly rubbed it across his nipples and Anthony made no move to stop him. At this point Anthony was just curious about what Ian’s intentions were. As Anthony’s hand brushed across Ian’s nipples, Ian’s eyelids fluttered and he let out a content sigh. Anthony was starting to feel uncomfortable with this; it was much easier to just watch Ian through a window.
After Ian ran Anthony’s hand across his chest several times, Anthony finally jerked back. Ian scrunched his face up in annoyance and quickly pinned Anthony up against the wall again. He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Why did you pull back? Isn’t this what you wanted?” He pressed his bare chest up against Anthony and whispered in his ear, “I thought you wanted me.” He slowly pulled back and looked at Anthony with glazed-over eyes.
Anthony gulped nervously and asked, “W-why are you doing this?” He trembled slightly, since Ian was only a few inches away. Normally he would have loved such close contact with Ian, but being confronted like this was turning his brain to mush.
“I already told you why.” Ian stared deeply into Anthony’s eyes as his hands ran up and down Anthony’s arms.
“You told me why I might do this,” said Anthony. Ian smirked and moved even closer, if it was even possible, until their noses were touching. “You never told me why you would do this.”
Ian chuckled a bit and then said, “Have you ever considered the fact that maybe I want this too.” His hungry eyes made Anthony cower against the wall, as though Ian was a lion and Anthony was his prey. “It’s a huge turn-on when I find my best friend watching me masturbate.”
Ian’s hand shot down and grabbed Anthony’s crotch. Anthony went wide-eyed and jumped up at such sudden intimate contact. Ian merely licked his lips hungrily and pressed himself up against Anthony. He let out a few heavy breaths that played across Anthony’s skin before he said, “It’s an even bigger turn-on when that best friend lets me have my way with him.”
Lips passionately smothered Anthony’s mouth and sucked the breath right out of him. He slumped up against the wall as he lost all feeling in his legs. Ian’s tight grip held him up as Ian lips pressed up against him. Anthony, on the other hand, was ready to faint. Ian, his best friend, was kissing him; Ian fucking Hecox. This had to be a dream, illusion, or hallucination. There was no way that the man Anthony had secretly watched masturbate on countless occasions would kiss him; yet here Anthony was, being kissed by Ian. Reality was better than his imagination for once.
Ian pulled back abruptly and grabbed Anthony by the collar. “Enough of that,” he said as he licked his lips, “I want to try something much better.” He turned around and roughly dragged a bewildered Anthony behind him.
“What are we doing?” asked Anthony.
“I’m going to give you what you’ve always wanted,” Ian replied with a seductive smirk. “I’m going to give you my dick up your ass.”
Anthony’s mouth went dry and he nearly tripped on his own two feet. Surely he had misheard what Ian had said. Yet no matter how many times he replayed those words in his head, they always sounded the same: he was going to have sex with Ian.
This had been something Anthony had waited years for. He had lusted over Ian for so long and the many hours spent watching Ian masturbate would never compare to this. He was about to experience the real thing. He still wasn’t sure why this was happening though. Ian had never given any signs of romantic interest; if he had, Anthony would have known. Perhaps Ian had been as secretive as Anthony had. Maybe he had even spied on Anthony a few times. That sent chills down his spine which turned into a burning desire in his crotch.
Ian practically dragged Anthony by the collar and nearly choked him in the process. Anthony couldn’t complain, since he was beginning to feel just as eager about what was about to happen. Once outside their bedrooms, Ian hesitated before going inside Anthony’s room.
“Why’d you choose my room?” asked Anthony.
Ian shoved Anthony down on the bed so that he was lying down on it on his back. Ian crawled on top of him and straddled his hips. Ian ran his finger along the underside of Anthony’s chin and replied, “I thought that you would enjoy sleeping more if we did it in your bed.” A smirk played across his face before he pecked Anthony on the lips.
“I might not be able to ever sleep again if that is all I think about,” said Anthony with a huge grin.
“Well you certainly won’t be sleeping if I’m in the bed with you.” Ian smiled seductively down at Anthony before he moved to kiss at Anthony’s neck. He pulled back suddenly and fished around in his pocket until he found the flipcam.
“What are you going to use that for?” asked Anthony.
Ian turned the camera on and pointed it at Anthony. “I’m going to record this so you’ll have better material to masturbate to in the future.” He winked at Anthony and added, “Now smile for the camera.”
Anthony stuck out his tongue and made his eyes go crossed. Ian chuckled as he handed the flipcam to Anthony. He removed himself from atop Anthony and slipped off his shorts and boxers. Once naked in front of Anthony, he did a muscle-man pose and flexed his arms. “Do I look sexy?”
“Yes, very.” Anthony panned the camera to capture all of Ian’s sweat-drenched body, which he eyed hungrily through the lens. His mouth was already watering at the sight of Ian’s slightly-toned body; Ian must have been working out recently, which explained how he caught up to Anthony so easily. Of course, Ian’s semi-hard dick drew most of Anthony’s attention. He could already feel a bulge growing in his pants.
“I can’t be the only naked one here,” said Ian as he snatched the camera back from Anthony. “Do a sexy striptease for me.” He winked at Anthony again and kept the camera lens pointed at him.
Anthony stood up and eyed Ian. “Do you mean sexy or seeeeexyyyyy?” He did some air quotes to accentuate the last word.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Ian asked as he raised an eyebrow.
Anthony rubbed the back of his neck and replied, “Well usually when you tell me to do something on camera, you want me to make it funny.”
Ian rolled his eyes. “This isn’t an episode of Ian is Bored.” A smirk crossed his face as he added, “Unless you want it to be.”
Anthony’s face went red and he shook his head. “I’d rather not have our fans find out about this.”
“Suit yourself,” said Ian with shrug. “Now strip for me.”
Anthony put on his best sexy face, which elicited a chuckle from Ian. He pulled the hem of his shirt midway up his chest while he nibbled sexily at his lower lip. He lingered there to let Ian take in his chest glistening with sweat droplets caused by the heat. He then lifted his shirt a bit farther to reveal his nipples. He ran his fingers across them and let out a dull moan, with his eyes closed, for added effect. The shirt was soon tossed aside.
It felt strange to strip on camera. Anthony was fairly modest, even though he went shirtless for several Smosh videos. He had never thought of filming himself doing this, especially with Ian watching. He’d have to make it a good show just for Ian.
Anthony faced the camera and grabbed the edge of his jeans. With one smooth motion, he dropped his pants. Once around his ankles, he kicked them aside. The refreshing breeze of the air conditioner cooled his exposed skin. Anthony then plucked at the waist of his boxers. He playfully pulled them down to reveal a tempting pleasure trail, but not far enough to reveal too much. He tugged them past his hips to reveal more and more. From the drool that trickled from Ian’s mouth, Anthony figured that he was doing quite well with his striptease.
Anthony spun around so that his back was to the camera. He hooked his thumbs around the waistband and tugged at his boxers, pulling them down again to taunt Ian. He wouldn’t expose himself just yet. With a glance back at Ian, Anthony gave him a sexy smirk and lowered his boxers to show his firm buttocks. He teasingly moved his boxers back up, but then suddenly pulled them all the way down. He let them drop to the floor around his ankles.
With his back still to the camera, Anthony looked back at Ian and asked, “Was that good enough for you?”
After Ian rolled had his tongue back into his mouth, he nodded in agreement. Anthony judged by Ian’s fully erect dick that he had been successful. He smiled to himself. He never thought he’d be turning Ian on like that.
Sudden pressure against Anthony’s back caught his attention. The distinctive feel of Ian’s dick grinding against his ass sent shivers down his spine. Ian leaned up against him and peered over his shoulder with the camera. “Stop teasing me and show me the goods,” said Ian with a grin. Anthony blushed at Ian’s attempts to film his dick.
Ian abruptly spun Anthony around and pushed him onto the bed. “Enough of that; let’s get to business.” He crawled on top of Anthony with the camera poised at his face. Anthony groaned as Ian rubbed their erections together.
Ian looked Anthony deep in the eyes. “Are you ready for this?”
Anthony let out a deep breath. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Ian walked over to Anthony’s dresser and started going through the drawers. Before Anthony could ask why, Ian pulled out a bottle of lube. “Do you always keep lube with your socks?” He smirked at Anthony as he raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Anthony blushed as he replied, “Never know when you’ll need it.”
Ian gave him an all-knowing look and walked back over. He didn’t hesitate to spread Anthony’s legs. Before he started with the lube, he eyed the camera in his hand and said to Anthony, “Maybe you should handle this, since I don’t want to get lube on the camera.”
Anthony carefully took the camera and pointed it at Ian. He shivered involuntarily as Ian’s lube-coated finger pressed against his hole; at least it provided a reprieve from the summer heat that threatened the air-conditioned inside environment. He winced at the sensation of having something in his ass that shouldn’t be there. Ian watched him carefully and made sure to move his finger slowly so as to not harm Anthony. Anthony tried his best to relax and take in deep breaths.
When Ian inserted a second finger and scissored them, Anthony gasped at the unusual feeling of having his hole stretched. Ian stopped momentarily and watched Anthony, who nodded that he was ready for Ian to continue. Ian pressed in a third finger, which made Anthony wince. He took his time and slowly moved his fingers around until Anthony had relaxed. Ian then pulled his fingers out.
“Ready for my huge twenty-four inch dick?” asked Ian with a goofy smirk.
Anthony rolled his eyes and said, “Twenty-four inches, my ass. Maybe if your dick was four times as long.”
Ian let out a low chuckle and said, “Well you would know, since you spent so much time watching me through a window.” He gave Anthony a sly smile as he leaned over him. With one quick swipe of his hand, he snatched the camera from Anthony. “I’m sure you’ll want a better view of this moment when you watch this later.”
Ian pointed the camera down at Anthony’s ass as he spread lube over his erect dick. He eyed Anthony as he pressed the head against Anthony’s hole. Anthony scrunched up his face, since he still was not used to the sensation. He just reminded himself that any pain would be worth it. This was Ian after all.
Anthony let out a shaky breath as Ian pushed his way in. Ian’s attention was now focused on recording it with the flipcam, so he wasn’t looking at Anthony’s face. This worked well for Anthony, since Ian wouldn’t notice his grimace of pain. With his ass stretched like never before, he almost wanted Ian to stop the pain… almost. He knew there would be much more pleasure later; why else would gay men do this in the first place? Plus he wanted to make this video of Ian’s as sexy as possible. If he was going to watch it later, he wouldn’t want to be reminded of any of the pain. He’d just have to put on a brave face for now and tough out the hard part.
When his dick reached all the way in, Ian stopped for a moment to take a quick shot of Anthony’s face. Anthony quickly faked a smile while simultaneously breathing deeply. Ian looked a bit concerned as he said, “It’ll get better; don’t worry.”
Anthony nodded in the hopes that Ian would continue; Ian’s dick just lodged in his ass was not the most comfortable position. Ian must have taken the hint, since he drew back out. He teased Anthony’s hole with the head of his dick and then pressed back in, this time a bit harder than before. He immediately repeated that, but a bit faster. Soon he was pumping into Anthony’s ass.
Hot flashes of ecstasy blinded Anthony as Ian hit his prostate. Every one of his nerves ignited and sent sparks of electricity coursing through his body. A loud moan escaped past his lips and Ian gave Anthony a sexy smirk. He adjusted the camera to point at Anthony’s face and asked, “So how was it?”
Ian rammed into Anthony’s prostate again and Anthony threw his head back in ecstasy. After he stopped himself from panting, Anthony replied, “That was incredible.” He wiped away beads of sweat that ran down his face as he grinned at Ian.
Ian smiled back knowingly and then wrapped his free hand around Anthony’s dick. “That’s just the beginning.” With the camera now focused on his actions, Ian pumped away at Anthony’s dick.
Anthony’s eyes rolled back into his head. Ian kept hitting his prostate over and over again and his dick had gone hard in Ian’s grasp. Anthony bucked his hips, which created friction along his dick with Ian’s hand and made the thrusts into his ass even more pleasurable. A tingling spread throughout his crotch and his balls tightened. Anthony let out a cry of ecstasy as he came all over his chest.
“That was quite the money shot,” said Ian, who had watched it all through the camera. “Now it’s my turn.”
Ian pulled his dick out of Anthony’s ass and straddled his hips. He quickly handed the camera over to Anthony, who placed it near his face to get the perfect POV shot of Ian. Anthony had seen Ian do this countless times, but he still wanted this one to be perfect.
Ian stroked his dick rapidly as he threw his head back in ecstasy. He clenched his teeth and his eyes rolled back into his head. His strokes became faster and more erratic as he let out a dull moan. With one final cry, he shot streams of cum onto Anthony’s chest, which added to the sticky mess already there.
Ian took in a few deep breaths while Anthony pointed the camera right at his face. “I hope my gigantic dick didn’t paralyze you for life.” He bit at his lip to hold back his laughter.
Anthony rolled his eyes at Ian. “Yeah, right. I’m more worried about STDs, since I know all your filthy habits.” He held back the grin that threatened to spread across his face.
Ian burst out laughing for a moment. “I can assure you that I’m completely clean... well my dick is, but definitely not my mind.” Ian let a smirk play across his face as he said, “Now remember, the next time you feel like snooping on me while I masturbate, just don’t. Feel free to join in instead; I won’t mind.” He gave Anthony a coy wink and abruptly left the room.
Anthony lay stunned on the bed in utter disbelief of what had just happened. It wasn’t every day that Ian caught Anthony watching him masturbate and then came onto him with the intent of having sex. He slowly rose to grab a tissue to clean up the mess on his chest. After that, he grabbed the flipcam and pressed a few buttons. The video they had just recorded played and Anthony was mesmerized. A smile played across his face; he would definitely take up Ian’s offer in the future.