Title: Downpour

Word count: 1920

Author's Notes: NC-17. Secks. Smut. PWP. Yes, I did it. :X No special POV. Switching back and forth.

Anthony is woken up by a loud noise. He flinches, clutches one hand to his bare chest while the other one instinctively reaches over to his left. When touching familiar skin, he exhales relieved. He sits up slowly. What was that noise? It sounded like... thunder? Anthony looks outside his window. It is actually raining in Los Angeles. And not just a few drops, it is pouring down, waterfalls streaming down from the clouds above. Lightning. Anthony counts. 1...2...3...4... Thunder. There it is. The storm is not quite there yet, but it's close. It's loud, though. He looks over to Ian again, messy hair, designer stubble, his bare chest and back visible while the other half of his body is covered up by the blanket. Anthony shakes his head. Unbelievable. That man has a sleep so goddamn deep, it sometimes pisses Anthony off. He wishes he would have that kind of deep sleeping beauty sleep.

He punches his pillow slightly and lies back down, moving closer to his lover, and lays his arm around Ian's waist. Ian's lying on his belly, sprawled out, fast asleep. Again. Un – fucking – believable.

Anthony closes his eyes, breathing in Ian's scent. His hair smells of peach shampoo, so sweet and fruity. He smiles, giggles almost. Ian protested at first. He didn't want to use Anthony's hair products pointing out that they smelled way too... feminine for his taste. Anthony tightens his grip a little,... and that is when Ian opens his eyes sleepily.

"What is it?"

"No fucking way. This woke you up? Are you punking me right now?" Anthony's face shows nothing but pure disbelief. "The world is fucking ending outside and you sleep on as if nothing, but when I hold you a little bit tighter than usual you wake up?"

Ian just shrugs, closes his eyes again and snuggles his head into his pillow, getting more comfy.

"Uhm... hello?", Anthony interjects.

"What?" is the mumbled question.

"You'd rather cuddle with your stupid pillow than with me?"

Ian smirks, eyes still closed.

"Your chest is kinda...it's too hard."

"Excuse me?", Anthony gasps. This cannot be left unpunished. It takes him one quick movement and he's on top of Ian. "Say that again, bitch!"

"Hey, get off! You're heavy!"

"And now you're hinting that I'm fat!"

Anthony starts tickling Ian, attacking his sides with as many pokes as possible.

"Stop it! Oh my God, stop! I can't breath!", Ian's shouting in between laughs, trying to break free under Anthony, but failing. "Okay, okay, I take it back! You're not fat, and your chest is super fluffy! Now STOP!"

Anthony ends Ian's tickle torture and instead begins to kiss Ian's spine, working his way up to his shoulder blades. A peck here, a lick there, a soft nibble on Ian's neck and he hears a moan escape Ian's lips.

"Fucking tease."

While covering Ian's back with kisses, Anthony's hands glide up and down his sides, going smoothly over his back, shoulders and finally arms. Reaching Ian's hands he entangles their fingers together, holding Ian down, while he starts grinding up against his lover's ass.

"You know... I kinda wanted... to sleep.", Ian whispers in a low and raspy voice, his desire to be as close to his boyfriend as possible increasing with every second.

"Yeah... Nope. I'm not letting you fall asleep aga..."

He is interrupted by the blaring rumbling of the thunder, which is even louder than the ones before. Both men are startled by it at the same time and look in the direction of the window.

"Wow. It's really...like... stormy.", Ian remarks.

"Yeah. Woke me up."

Ian wriggles out of Anthony's grip, taking advantage of Anthony's attention break, and turns on his back, facing his lover now. He embraces Anthony and rolls him over, gaining a surprised squeak from the taller man, and finally ending up in the position he has been longing for. He lets his body hover over Anthony, watching him blush, lips slightly parted, eyes half closed, seductively.

"What are you gonna do now?"

Ian leans in closer, his lips inches away from Anthony's right ear.

"Fuck you."

Ian feels Anthony shiver.

"Fuck you hard."

Anthony's almost inaudible whimpers shoot right into Ian's crotch, making him hard almost instantly.

"You feel that?"

Anthony nods.

"Gonna make you scream so loud." He peaks towards the window again, rain hammering against it. He smirks. "No one will hear your screams given the current weather conditions."

"Fuck...Ian...Please...", these are the only words Anthony can form in his head right now given the heat and lust that is building up in him.

"Did I allow you to speak?" He gives Anthony a hard, serious, very dominant look.

Anthony shakes his head, staying silent.

"Good boy."

Ian takes a hold of Anthony's hands and leads them above Anthony's head. The taller man understands what is expected of him and leaves his hands up there, not moving them. Ian smashes their lips together, his tongue invading his lover's mouth, devouring him completely. Anthony moans and whines quietly against Ian's mouth. The blue-eyed man breaks the kiss and trails a line of licks and bites down Anthony's jawline, neck, chest, stomach. Reaching his lover's crotch, he quickly looks up. Anthony's face is flushed, eyes closed tightly, his tongue licking his lips where Ian's lip have been just seconds ago. Ian's hands wander up Anthony's thighs earning more moans and shivers from his boyfriend. He slides his fingers under the elastic band of Anthony's dark blue boxer-briefs and with one quick movement slides them down, freeing Anthony's rock hard cock. Ian licks his tongue along Anthony's cock, from the shaft to the tip, swirling it around, already tasting some precum. He never breaks eye-contact, watching Anthony closely, who still has his eyes closed, his breathing having increased, his whimpers getting louder. Ian doesn't want to tease him any longer and swallows Anthony's length with one swift movement. Anthony inhales sharply, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh my God, Ian!", he cries out.

He knows he's not supposed to speak but he can't hold it in any longer, lust vibrating through his whole body. He is in no control of anything. His hands wander to Ian's head, grabbing his hair and shoving his cock deeper into Ian's mouth. His hips are moving on their own, thrusting, speeding up the pace. Ian gags slightly but because Anthony is holding his head tightly in place, he at first cannot free himself from his lover's grip. Finally, he is able to grab Anthony's arms, stopping his drive, and then moves upwards, coming to a halt above Anthony's face.

"What the fuck?" Ian glares at Anthony. "Where you actually fucking me?"

"I...I'm sorry...I was just so... And you were so..." Anthony falls silent, mesmerized by Ian's flushed face, his red cheeks, his tousled hair, his half-opened mouth.

"I was so... what?", Ian asks. He works on his trunks, shoving them down and throwing them to the ground. His right hand reaches then over to the nightstand to pull out a condom. He rips the package open with his teeth.

"So...hot.", Anthony breathes out.

Ian holds the open condom package out to Anthony.

"Put it on me."

Anthony follows the orders he is given.

"Spread your legs. Wide."

Ian takes two fingers and shoves them violently into Anthony's mouth.

"Make 'em moist."

Anthony sucks at first, hard, then begins to build up saliva, covering Ian's fingers completely. When they are soaked in his spit, Ian takes them out and begins to prepare his lover.

"You don't deserve this kind of treatment, actually. 'Cause you didn't follow my orders." One finger in. Gasp. "But I also don't want to hurt you." Ian's voice is softer now, more loving than before. Two fingers. Whimper. "I love you." Three fingers. A loud moan. Which is cut off by Ian's lips covering his, sucking on them, caressing them with his tongue, biting gently.

Ian positions himself in front of Anthony's entrance and slowly pushes inside his lover. Anthony's finger cling on to Ian's back, leaving dark red marks. His eyes are shut tightly, teeth clenched. Ian frowns worriedly. He's really not the dominant kind of person. Instead, he's the kind of person who feels bad when they make love, for hurting Anthony over and over again.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Anthony.", he whispers his apologies into Anthony's ear, holding him tightly while trying not to move for a moment so that Anthony can adjust, making pleasure out of pain.

"It's okay, I'm okay.", Anthony reassures and runs his fingers gently through Ian's already messy hair.

"I'm gonna move now.", Ian warns and slowly pulls out again, hearing Anthony gasp and groan in pain again. "Oh God, Anthony, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

He hides his head in Anthony's chest and is already considering to end this sex session when he feels Anthony's hands on his ass, grasping it tightly and pulling Ian back inside. Ian glances at Anthony and sees a smile on his lover's face. He kisses him gently, then more fiercely, and then Ian's hips start thrusting in and out of the man lying underneath him. Slowly, at first, earning now loud moans and groans of pleasure, lust and desire from his partner. Thank God for the storm which is silencing Anthony's cries of pleasure quite well. Ian increases the speed, making his boyfriend scream even louder. They are completely intertwined, skin on skin, sweating, heating up their bodies with every thrust and movement. Ian holds on to Anthony while Anthony is digging his fingers into Ian's flesh, not wanting to let go, not wanting Ian to stop.

"Fuck... Anthony... You're so beautiful... I could come only by looking at you..."

Nothing can describe the emotions that run through Anthony's body right now when he hears Ian saying these words. The love he feels for Ian... they feel for each other... is simply overwhelming him. He gives into his feelings and screams out Ian's name, louder than his moans before, and he comes hard, unloading himself against Ian's stomach. Ian, seeing this amazing scene play out in front of him, starts thrusting faster and harder into Anthony's body.

"Anthony... Oh God... Fuck!", he screams, arching his back, as he rides the intense orgasmic wave he has to thank his lover for.

He collapses onto Anthony, before pulling out of him gently. Anthony immediately covers them both with blankets and rests head on Ian's shoulders.

"You are so adorable.", Anthony giggles.

"I know.", Ian sighs.

"First acting all dominant and serious, ordering me around and then..." Anthony snickers even more.

"Yes, I know." Ian's pretending to be annoyed by Anthony's comments.

Anthony suddenly looks up.

"The storm... It's over."

"So is your orgasm... hopefully." Ian smirks. "I didn't know you could be that loud."

"Well, next time there's a storm,..." Anthony halts and rolls his body onto Ian's smaller one, his hands entangled in Ian's hair. They're nose to nose now, so close, Ian can feel Anthony's breath against his lips. "...I'm gonna make you scream. I bet I can be a dominant lover, too. Well... at least a better one than you."

"Aren't we a little bit too cocky?" Ian furrows one brow, a skeptical expression on his face.

"You'll see. Just you wait until the next downpour."

"That's gonna take like... forever! I don't wanna wait that long!", Ian complains.

"Don't worry, babe. You'll be screaming much sooner than you think."