Smosh Fic: Hamburgers
Oh heeeey! Remember when I used to write fan fiction? I don't either. But here's a small drabble I wrote recently in between my busy lifestyle of schooling and playing Animal Crossing.
Title: Hamburgers
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Genre/Warnings: Fluff, PWP, Very Short (~190 words)
Summary: Maybe Ian should've wiped his mouth first.
"Fine" Ian stands up, chair sliding back haphazardly behind him and leans over the table, grabbing the front of Anthony's t-shirt in a fist. For a second, Anthony resists but then stops when a slobbery, greasy hamburger covered mouth presses onto his own. It's short, brief, and messy, but the kiss twists his insides like he's fallen off from the top of a cliff. It’s like he’s done about fifteen somersaults in the blinding, hot atmosphere before landing oddly without incident so that the dangerous feat seems unreal with the stillness around him.
Ian sits back down, leaving Anthony still in the same position with his hips pressed uncomfortably on the edge of the dining table. He's got a grin of a job well down plastered all over his face as he takes another bite from his hamburger. Anthony frowns, wanting to smack that smug satisfaction right out of his friend's stupid face.
"Worst kiss ever," Anthony says, sitting down and picking up his own forgotten food.
Ian laughs sheepishly and shrugs. He gives Anthony a sideways, sly look. "Guess I need more practice."
Anthony laughs back and nods. "Yeah, a lot more."
Title: Hamburgers
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Genre/Warnings: Fluff, PWP, Very Short (~190 words)
Summary: Maybe Ian should've wiped his mouth first.
"Fine" Ian stands up, chair sliding back haphazardly behind him and leans over the table, grabbing the front of Anthony's t-shirt in a fist. For a second, Anthony resists but then stops when a slobbery, greasy hamburger covered mouth presses onto his own. It's short, brief, and messy, but the kiss twists his insides like he's fallen off from the top of a cliff. It’s like he’s done about fifteen somersaults in the blinding, hot atmosphere before landing oddly without incident so that the dangerous feat seems unreal with the stillness around him.
Ian sits back down, leaving Anthony still in the same position with his hips pressed uncomfortably on the edge of the dining table. He's got a grin of a job well down plastered all over his face as he takes another bite from his hamburger. Anthony frowns, wanting to smack that smug satisfaction right out of his friend's stupid face.
"Worst kiss ever," Anthony says, sitting down and picking up his own forgotten food.
Ian laughs sheepishly and shrugs. He gives Anthony a sideways, sly look. "Guess I need more practice."
Anthony laughs back and nods. "Yeah, a lot more."