Heat Wave
Fandom: Smosh
Pairings: Ian/Anthony
Rating: PG
Summary: June Monthly Challenge for Ianthony is Love
The day was like that of any typical Californian summer. Overwhelming hot, humid and windy, the kind of weather that was too brutal to do much more than sit around and pray your air conditioner didn't go out. But on that day, in a house in suburban Sacramento, Ian and Anthony had decided to hit the beach.
They packed what they needed and got into Ian's sweltering blue car. In the passenger seat, Anthony cranked up the AC and blasted their music. The roads were pretty empty, as the rest of the city was doing what the news channel recommended and staying indoors until the weather went below 115 degrees.
"Dude, I can't believe we're going to the beach on a day like this. We're gonna die," Ian said, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Probably. But it'll be worth it to have the entire beach to ourselves, man." Anthony told him, fixing Ian with his best excited six-year-old grin.
He couldn't let Ian back out of this excursion now, not when the timing was so perfect. Because although Ian didn't know it, didn't have the slightest clue, Anthony needed this day. For the past three months, he'd been dying inside. His emotions raged around inside him like piranhas, distracting him from everyday activities and forcing him to flashback to things he'd left behind in his past. And it all involved Ian. Ian, with his breathtaking eyes, smile and body. Everything about him had Anthony's head spinning and he just wanted to tell him that, more than anything in the world.
He knew he never could though. He'd rather live every day in denial than face the possibility of rejection or judgement from his best friend. Earlier that week, however, a solution had presented itself. The Smosh workload was getting to be a lot, especially the stress of editing the second channel videos. Ian had been whining non-stop about all the extra work he'd had to do since Anthony had been too distracted to get anything done. Because honestly, trying to plan out jump cuts and insert audio while his brain kept up its relentless mantra of Ian was just not going to happen. Anthony knew how much his best friend wanted a break, and he knew Ian loved the beach.
The way Anthony saw it, there was no need for any messy, complicated confession of his feelings. He could barely understand them himself, so there was no way he'd be able to find the words to explain them, even if he wanted to. It could all be much simpler than that, with the right situation. All he had to do was get Ian close to him. Make him lose what little self-control he had (he hadn't had a girlfriend in a while) so Anthony could go in for the kiss.
The kiss that he'd laid awake thinking about every single night. Over and over again he'd pictured how Ian's lips would soften to let Anthony's tongue past them, powerless against the desires of his body. He would taste like home and that peppermint gum he was always chewing. They would get lost in each other and everything would be alright. And Anthony figured getting all of this to happen when it was just the two of them on an abandoned beach on the hottest day of the year would be child's play.
Presently, they pulled up at the seaside, parking the car under a scrap of shade in the desolate lot. Anthony hopped out to grab their stuff from the back, trying to contain his eagerness. It would all play out soon enough. Ian, on the other hand, dragged himself reluctantly out of his seat and into the enveloping heat.
"Holy shit, Anthony. This place is a fucking sauna!" Ian called, trailing behind Anthony as he dragged their cooler over the rough gravel towards the edge of the beach. The two of them paused where the sand started, stretching out in front of them and sparkling white under the vicious sun. The sand melted gracefully into the vibrant blue ocean, calm and smooth, waves slapping gently against the shore. The beach was absolutely silent; not even the sound of seagulls could be heard. It was too hot for birds.
They positioned their blanket close to the water, propping up their chairs and umbrella.
Ian stripped off his shirt first, pulling it over his head and giving Anthony a fantastic opportunity to just stare, getting light-headed from the way his body looked shimmering in the sunshine. But then Ian was tossing away the thin fabric and looking at Anthony questioningly, so he was forced to follow suit: strip off the Smosh shirt he was wearing to reveal his own chest.
Then Anthony passed Ian a beer, opened one of his own and forced himself to at least try and relax. As they sat quietly side by side, he snuck a sideways glance at Ian. His best friend's eyes were focused on the water, entranced by its hypnotic movements. The urge to reach out and rotate Ian's face towards his own was overpowering. Anthony distracted his fingers by clutching the arms of his chair and taking another swig of his beer. The alcohol flowed through him, subtly dulling his senses, and the atmosphere of the empty beach had him calm enough that he was lulled into a mindset in which he really could tell Ian everything. He could hardly remember what he had been so afraid of in the first place.
"Ian?" he asked softly, his voice practically a whisper. Ian turned to look at him and the way his eyes matched the blue of the ocean just about stopped Anthony's heart.
"Yeah, Ant?"
"I-I..." the dark-haired boy's voice stuttered and died in his throat, failing him at the most crucial moment. The intensity of the gaze between them was scattering all of Anthony's thoughts to the back of his head and suddenly he was losing control of his limbs and his arms were pushing Ian back out of his chair and they were laying tangled together in the sand.
"Dude, what are you doing!?" Ian exclaimed. He squirmed and tried to escape, but his arms were awkwardly pinned down by Anthony's elbows. Anthony didn't even bother trying to respond, because their faces were right up next to each other, bare chests brushing and a faint red sunburn was already becoming visible on Ian's cheekbones. Anthony must've gotten too lost in the moment, because before he knew it Ian was struggling even harder against his grip and anxiously shifting his hips, like he was trying to minimize below-the-belt contact.
Anthony briefly managed to wonder why that was, but it became utterly obvious in a few short seconds. He could FEEL Ian's body responding to him, responding to their closeness and near nakedness. He was already getting hard, and it was so much easier than Anthony had thought it would be. Still, he took a deep, steadying breath before pushing his hips lightly down into Ian's. It could barely even be considered grinding, but he immediately felt his own jeans begin to tighten. Ian gasped in surprise, his eyes widening with a look of shock...and excitement? Could that be right? Anthony's suspicion was confirmed when Ian strained his neck up off the sand to bring his mouth nearly on top of Anthony's, their breaths melding and their lips only a centimeter apart.
"You-you want this?" Anthony stuttered, holding his breath as he waited for the reply. He'd only allowed himself partial satisfaction at his success in making Ian want him, because he knew Ian could still change his mind, still back out like a pussy. But Anthony was beyond desperation now and he didn't think he could stand it if he said no.
"Of course," Ian said. His usual playful smile was gone and the look in his eyes was one of the most serious Anthony had ever seen. It was a look of total fixation. A look of unadulterated passionate longing. And when his brain registered that, every ounce of patience drained from Anthony's body and he hungrily crashed his lips into Ian's, euphoria bursting through him when he felt Ian kiss back with equal enthusiasm.
The kiss was everything he'd imagined, but indescribably better. It was heavy and left both of them breathless, much like the heat of the day.
"How long?" Anthony gasped, pulling back for a moment. "How long have you wanted this?" Ian smiled and blushed furiously.
"Three months, I think."
"Are you serious? Why didn't you just tell me?" he asked Ian, biting down on his neck urgently. He could taste Ian's sweat, mixed with the tiny grains of sand that had infiltrated his hair when he'd pushed him down. It was intoxicating.
"I didn't want this- whatever it is- to pull us apart," Ian replied. "You're my best friend, Ant."
The words filled Anthony's heart with abrupt adoration for the person lying beneath him, the only person in his life who really knew him. He was scared too, of course, scared of where they'd end up by going down this road, but seeing Ian like this made him realize: everything was going to be alright.
He wrapped his fingers around the back of Ian's neck and pulled him into another explosive kiss. Behind them, the sun was setting, sliding down into the water and splattering the surface with red, orange and yellow rays. The crippling heat of the day was finally fading, the hot wind being replaced by a cool ocean breeze. Ian and Anthony lay contentedly in the sand watching the day come to an end, the serenity of the beach around them reminding them of the solace they found in each other.