Getaway
Title:Getaway
Rating:PG-13, cursing, sexual mentions.
Pairing:IanxAnthony
Summary: Ian and Anthony run away, Anthony sleep-talks, Ian doesn't check exactly how deeply Anthony is sleeping. Just read it.
A/N: Con-crit welcome. I know it sucks awfully. But whatever. That's what editing is for, I suppose. :)
“Come on. We’re going.” I sprang up from the couch. Anthony watched me with intrigued eyes.
“Alright. Going where?” He stood up, pulling on that hat of his.
“I don’t know. But we’re going.” I snatched my keys to my Subaru from the counter.
We run to the car, like someone’s gonna catch us if we don’t run. There’s nobody out. No one sees us make our great escape.
Adrenaline courses through my veins, as we flee the city in the dead of night, a speck in my rearview mirror. It takes me thirty minutes before I notice the freeway is completely empty, good omens for our impromptu road trip to somewhere. I unroll all the windows, turning the radio up all the way. We laugh, singing along to every song. We do this, until the moon is on its way down, the stars are fading in the sky. There is a sudden silence as Anthony falls asleep, the faintest trace of a snore in his breaths. For three hours, I listen contentedly to his quiet breath, soft mutterings. One thing he says stirs me from the dreamy quiet.
“Ian… Ian… Te amo… I love you. Te amo, te amo.” Anthony occasionally spoke Spanish in his sleep. He couldn’t speak Spanish when he was awake, for some weird reason. He mumbled, with no chance of me understanding, things. But this was different. He said I love you. He said it in the same sentence he said my name in! I said, “I love you, too, Anthony.”
“I’m happy to know that…” He murmured quietly.
“Good morning.” I play it off, hoping he won’t bring it up. No such luck.
“Ian… answer me honestly. Do you really love me?”
“Of course, man. You’re my best friend.” I keep my eyes glued to the road growing busier by the moment. While I hate lying to Anthony, now is a moment to lie.
He winces at the words, like it hurts him immensely to hear it.
“Oh. I just thought- Never mind.” A little crack in his voice alerts me to this pain he feels. I glance nervously at him, finding his eyes glazed with tears, staring blankly out the windshield.
“Anthony… no. Don’t cry, man. I’m sorry, I lied. I’m sorry. Don’t cry. Please don’t, Anthony! I’ll be honest with you. I- I love you more than a friend should.”
He bites his lip, wiping his eyes. “Ian, I-I’m so glad to hear that. You don’t know how happy that makes me.” His voice holds not even a trace of the desperate sadness from a moment ago.
I breathe a sigh of relief as it means he’s not about to cry. When he cries, I cry. Like a friend should. In a rare occasion, my heart and my brain were saying different things. My heart told me to love Anthony like I know I do, and my brain told me to shut up, ignore the desperate love of this beautiful human in my passenger seat.
No. Not anymore. I won’t hide it anymore. I love Anthony, he loves me. End of story. He reaches hesitantly for my right hand, pulling it from the steering wheel. I get a little shiver as I feel his heavenly warmth spread across my palm. I relish the softness of his fingers, the gentle embrace of his hand wrapped around mine.
“You should see how wide you’re smiling.” I grin as he rolls his eyes.
“You’re an idiot, you know that?”
“I’ve heard you tell me that several times…But…?”
“But you’re my idiot. I love you.” A perfect sentence if there ever was one.
“I love you too.” It was like saying the sky was blue. Something so obvious, but took us so long to say.
It takes a little minute to get used to driving one-handed. I wouldn’t dare pull away from this perfect moment.
“Oh my gosh, Ian. We’re at the beach!” I pull up to a spot in front of whatever beach this is. It’s in LA. I know that much.
“So you like our little vacation?” He lets go of my hand, before bouncing out of the car. He sat on a wall, glaring at me like I was taking too long.
“Calm down. I’m coming, just wait.” I lock my car, before zipping my sweater and grabbing Anthony’s hand. He swings our entwined fingers between us as we walk, before we find a perfect spot to sit and watch the waves- fine. I was watching Anthony watch the waves. It was still dim. The sun was yet to peek over the horizon. Anthony wraps a hand around my hip, pulling me across the sand so I was snuggled into his side. His hand travels up, leaving burning trails along my back. His hand reaches my neck, and he moves minutely closer. His skilled fingers travel a little further up, knotting in my hair. The sun comes up right as our lips meet softly, slowly, sweetly. I bring my hands to his neck, pulling him as close as possible. He retreats just an inch. I watch his face become silhouetted by the brilliant sun. I run the back of my hand over the shadows.
“So beautiful…” I murmur. I realize that now Anthony is mine. And I am his. Forever and ever.
He whispers in my ear, “We’re going to get our asses beat when we go home.” I refused to let him ruin this moment.
“While that may be true, shut up and get in the car. We’re going to a hotel.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
Later!
“That was amazing, Anthony.” I snuggled against his softness under the blue covers.
“Glad we agree.” He closed his eyes, leaning back tiredly. Without opening his eyes, he wraps an arm around my sweat-sheened shoulders. I lay across his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
I do a silent count in my head. 5….4….3….2….1. All at once, both of our phones, somewhere over there with our abandoned clothing on the floor, start ringing uncontrollably.
“We’ve been caught. They realized that we aren’t home. What are we gonna do?” He sounds vaguely worried, but not enough to really care.
From my spot on his chest, I say, “Ignore them. We’ll talk to them later. Right now, it’s only you and me. Forever and ever.”