Nothing To Lose
Fandom: Smosh
Pairing: Ian/Anthony
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ian comes out to Anthony.
A/N: My writing lately sucks which is why I haven't been posting much. Sorry about that. I'll update Fast And Slow when I feel confident enough in my writing again.
Ian swallowed nervously as he approached the open door of Anthony's bedroom. Anthony was sitting on his bed, headphones on, his laptop open with their newest script open on the screen. Ian hated to interrupt him while he was working, but he couldn't wait any longer. He raised a shaking fist and knocked loudly on the door.
Anthony looked up and pulled off his headphones, setting his laptop aside. "Hey, dude. What's up?"
Ian shifted from one foot to the other. "I... I have to tell you something," he said awkwardly.
"Sure, go ahead."
Ian's breath caught in his throat. This was it. "Well, the thing is..." It took him a second to force the words out of his throat. "Anthony, I'm... I'm gay."
"I know," Anthony said, and reached for his laptop once again.
Ian's jaw dropped. "Wait, wait. How could you possibly have known that?" He had expected surprise or even shock on Anthony's part, but hopefully acceptance; not this, certainly.
Anthony smiled at him. "I just knew."
"But... what about Melanie?"
Anthony looked up at him, shrugging. "I just figured that you and her were friends, and she was helping you avoid awkward questions about why you don't have a girlfriend."
"That's... that's exactly what she was doing. But... how did you know?"
Anthony shook his head. "It's just the way you act around each other when you're not in public. You seem like best friends, but that's all."
Ian didn't know what to say. "So you're really not weirded out that I... you know... like dudes?"
Anthony shook his head. "Not at all. Is that a bad thing?"
Ian dropped heavily onto the bed, sighing. "No, it's great. It's just... You're so casual about it. I guess I expected you to be a little bit surprised, you know?"
Anthony smiled. "I know you too well, dude. I don't think anything you do could surprise me."
It wasn't a challenge, but in his frustration over Anthony shrugging off his biggest secret, Ian couldn't help but take it as one. "Oh yeah?" he said indignantly. "How about this?"
Before Anthony could react, Ian leaned in and pressed their lips together. Anthony let out a surprised gasp but, to Ian's surprise, began moving his lips against Ian's. Ian's frustration vanished as quickly as it had come, and he felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine as he pulled Anthony closer, tongue tracing tentatively along his bottom lip. Anthony parted his lips, and Ian slipped his tongue into Anthony's mouth. His taste made Ian feel warm inside; he didn't taste like toothpaste or coffee or gum, but something subtle and pleasant and somehow familiar. Just Anthony.
It couldn't have been more than a minute before they pulled away for breath, but it felt like an eternity. Anthony pressed his forehead against Ian's, grinning.
"Okay," he said breathlessly, "you're right. That did surprise me a little."
Ian laughed softly. "Just a little?"
"Well, I did always kinda suspect that you were into me."
Ian shoved him playfully. "Shut up, you did not."
"Okay, okay. I never even considered it."
"Neither did I, until now." Ian bit his lip. "I think I might be, though."
Anthony grinned. "Good, because I think I might be into you too."
Ian found himself grinning back. "Cool. So hey, do you wanna make out again?"
"Hell yeah," Anthony murmured, pulling Ian in for another kiss.
As their lips and tongues moved together in a slow, lazy rhythm, Ian's mind drifted to all the times Anthony had made him laugh until his sides hurt; to all the times they'd been half-naked filming scenes for videos, and the way that his eyes had always lingered just a little too long on Anthony's toned chest; all the times he and Anthony had fallen asleep on the couch together, high or drunk or just plain exhausted, and woken up the next morning with their limbs tangled together and their heads on each other's shoulders.
Ian wasn't sure how they'd gone so long without noticing it, but they were definitely into each other.
Pairing: Ian/Anthony
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ian comes out to Anthony.
A/N: My writing lately sucks which is why I haven't been posting much. Sorry about that. I'll update Fast And Slow when I feel confident enough in my writing again.
Ian swallowed nervously as he approached the open door of Anthony's bedroom. Anthony was sitting on his bed, headphones on, his laptop open with their newest script open on the screen. Ian hated to interrupt him while he was working, but he couldn't wait any longer. He raised a shaking fist and knocked loudly on the door.
Anthony looked up and pulled off his headphones, setting his laptop aside. "Hey, dude. What's up?"
Ian shifted from one foot to the other. "I... I have to tell you something," he said awkwardly.
"Sure, go ahead."
Ian's breath caught in his throat. This was it. "Well, the thing is..." It took him a second to force the words out of his throat. "Anthony, I'm... I'm gay."
"I know," Anthony said, and reached for his laptop once again.
Ian's jaw dropped. "Wait, wait. How could you possibly have known that?" He had expected surprise or even shock on Anthony's part, but hopefully acceptance; not this, certainly.
Anthony smiled at him. "I just knew."
"But... what about Melanie?"
Anthony looked up at him, shrugging. "I just figured that you and her were friends, and she was helping you avoid awkward questions about why you don't have a girlfriend."
"That's... that's exactly what she was doing. But... how did you know?"
Anthony shook his head. "It's just the way you act around each other when you're not in public. You seem like best friends, but that's all."
Ian didn't know what to say. "So you're really not weirded out that I... you know... like dudes?"
Anthony shook his head. "Not at all. Is that a bad thing?"
Ian dropped heavily onto the bed, sighing. "No, it's great. It's just... You're so casual about it. I guess I expected you to be a little bit surprised, you know?"
Anthony smiled. "I know you too well, dude. I don't think anything you do could surprise me."
It wasn't a challenge, but in his frustration over Anthony shrugging off his biggest secret, Ian couldn't help but take it as one. "Oh yeah?" he said indignantly. "How about this?"
Before Anthony could react, Ian leaned in and pressed their lips together. Anthony let out a surprised gasp but, to Ian's surprise, began moving his lips against Ian's. Ian's frustration vanished as quickly as it had come, and he felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine as he pulled Anthony closer, tongue tracing tentatively along his bottom lip. Anthony parted his lips, and Ian slipped his tongue into Anthony's mouth. His taste made Ian feel warm inside; he didn't taste like toothpaste or coffee or gum, but something subtle and pleasant and somehow familiar. Just Anthony.
It couldn't have been more than a minute before they pulled away for breath, but it felt like an eternity. Anthony pressed his forehead against Ian's, grinning.
"Okay," he said breathlessly, "you're right. That did surprise me a little."
Ian laughed softly. "Just a little?"
"Well, I did always kinda suspect that you were into me."
Ian shoved him playfully. "Shut up, you did not."
"Okay, okay. I never even considered it."
"Neither did I, until now." Ian bit his lip. "I think I might be, though."
Anthony grinned. "Good, because I think I might be into you too."
Ian found himself grinning back. "Cool. So hey, do you wanna make out again?"
"Hell yeah," Anthony murmured, pulling Ian in for another kiss.
As their lips and tongues moved together in a slow, lazy rhythm, Ian's mind drifted to all the times Anthony had made him laugh until his sides hurt; to all the times they'd been half-naked filming scenes for videos, and the way that his eyes had always lingered just a little too long on Anthony's toned chest; all the times he and Anthony had fallen asleep on the couch together, high or drunk or just plain exhausted, and woken up the next morning with their limbs tangled together and their heads on each other's shoulders.
Ian wasn't sure how they'd gone so long without noticing it, but they were definitely into each other.