Begging, Please.
Oneshot
Anthony/Ian
Soft, electrifying nips at skin.
A barely audible yelp, followed by a lusty moan.
The bed sheets rustled and fled, falling sadly to the floor, far from where the other two lay.
Sweat slicked bodies, drops of perspiration dripped gallantly down backs, and soothingly, down ripe, tenderly kissed necks.
"...Anthony-!" Whimpered a straining voice, obviously overcome by such euphoric sensations of which he thoroughly enjoyed, "Oh!" Echoed past brittle, white walls, the sound resonating.
A blush swept over both faces like fire, glowing a soft, rose red, and enlightening a reply, "Do you like that?" Asked the aforementioned man, a pearly white smirk on shadowed lips from the darkness. A rough, large hand traced delicate patterns up the others painfully sensitive thighs, eliciting nothing but tensing of muscles and a shift of heart, to a warmer kind of seduction, "...More...?"
Piercing blue eyes stared up at the other with an untamed passion, "Please-!"
BRIIIIIIIIIIIING. BRIIIIIIIIIIIING. BRIIIIIIIIIIIING.
SLAM.
The same blue eyes were wide in shock, a sweaty palm placed haphazardly on the snooze button of the infuriating clock. Cheeks were flushed and lips were unknowingly swollen, his breath was jagged and erratic, like his heart in that awkward dream, "...What..." Ian placed a hand over his warm chest, "...What was that...?" He questioned to no-one, alone in the room with an embarrassing situation.
He may not have had an erection, but that dream left his body obvious to what he had thought was happening- and with that he rushed to the restroom, messy bowl cut swooping in his haste.
There was the frantic shutting of the door, and deep, confused pants coming from Ian, standing with both hands on his sink and himself staring into a clean mirror, "...What the firetruck?" He muttered.
Grabbing a small brush, he gently patted down the messy locks, before fixing himself up as best as he could, trying desperately to forget the heated dream.
It was so embarrassing- having such an erotic thought about his best friend...he couldn't possibly think like that! Anthony was his friend and Ian wouldn't want to ruin that.
Although...he kinda liked it.