Random Crappy Drabbles( based off of "I'm Naked")
Rating: pg-14, maybe idk
Pair: Ianthony
A/n: Random shit.Be warned. This is Smut no matter how crappy. It's been bouncing in my head forever so then I thought, "What the heck?"
Summary: Ian and Anthony have fun while naked.
Alternate scenes to “I’m Naked!”
Scene 1: This was a bad position to be in, the love of my life, not a stitch of clothing on his hot, tanned, slightly toned body, and shaking his dick in my face, although, I kind of did trick Anthony, by pretending I didn’t know that I was naked.
“How do you like it, huh?”
I caught it between my fingers, stopping the glorious sway. I met his eyes with my best poker face.
“Unamused?”
“Quite the opposite.” I drawled, planting a baby kiss on the head of his dick.
He trembled, with an air of pleasure.
“C-Can you do that again?”
“What, this?” I murmured innocently, kissing the head of his dick again.
“Y-yeah.” This was fun! Without warning, I slipped my mouth around his dick, contracting my lips tight.
I felt his body clench up. He thrust his hips in my face, trying to get closer.
“I-I-Ian…”
I moved up and down, leaving hot trails of saliva. As they cooled in the hot summer air, he growled, a low, throaty noise. I glanced up, watching his eyes roll back in his head.
“So good, Ian. So damn good.” To finish, I blew cold air on my hot spit, and when I noticed he was about to come, I lightly secured my lips to his dick like a baby suckling a mom’s breast.
He came, quenching my thirsts of a hard day of filming on a hot summer day.
Scene 2: “Hey, Ian, can I borrow a pen?”
He stood up, patting down his imaginary pants. He stuck his ass in my face, and before I knew what I was doing, I raised my right hand, laying it lightly across the surface of his pale white ass cheek.
I dropped it down, trailing my fingers down his butt crack, and stuck one finger in the puckered hole. Damn, he was tight. His ass hugged my finger, tight, red hot. I was getting just a little turned on by the surprised noise he made. In the reflection of the sliding glass door, I watched his eyes widen, and close lazily, enjoying the moment I guess.
I pulled the finger to the brink, adding a second and pushing back in, scissoring them apart a little.
Ian yelped in pain, gurgled in pleasure.
“More, Anthony, more…”
I stuck in the third, and with the other hand, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I settled Ian on my hard cock, starting a slow rhythm. I knew he’d never been fucked before, and I knew that it hurt, a lot. I had to admit, I had gotten a little curious, and had gone to a gay bar a few years before. Not important now, except the experience gained to bring Ian there faster.
I held his hips tight, pulling him up and down, chuckling when he jumped a little, which signified I hit that special spot inside of him.
With a cry of release, he came, and slowing my rhythm, I came too, soaking my jeans that I never bothered to take off completely in post-coital sweat and semen.
“Shit… that was nice, Ant. I knew you were good, but not that good.”
“Thanks. Not so bad, yourself.”
“Where does this put us, Anthony?”
“Well, where do you want us to be, Ian?”
“I’ll be whatever you want, Anthony. Just…” He trailed off, settling on my lap with a tired smile.
He fell deep asleep in my arms, and soon, I fell asleep, despite the uncomfortable, stagnant heat of the Sacramento summer day fading into a humid night.
Con-crit welcome, I know it sucks terribly, but w/e, I'll just delete if I wanna.