Chapter 3, here you guys go, read and review please?

Anthony's P.O.V.

I sat up ran my fingers through my hair. Could Ian really be getting abused? I needed to make sure he was okay. I would never admit it out loud, but I was in love with Ian. I had to make sure he was okay.

I grabbed my phone of my bedside table and texted Ian, 'Hey I need you to come over. We need to talk about some things.'

I didn't want to believe that Ian was being abused. It made me sick to my stomach to actually think about. I loved Ian and I didn't want any harm to come to such a wonderful man. I sighed as I heaved myself out of bed and waited for a reply from Ian.

I decided to clean up my apartment as I waited. I just felt like I need to keep busy so I didn't get all worked up about something that might not even be true. I had to remain calm, for the sake of my sanity.

It had been an hour since I had texted Ian and I had finished cleaning, so I decided I would bake some food. I really need to stop over-thinking things. It was probably just a stupid dream; Alex would never lay a hand on Ian, in the wrong sense.

I kept trying to tell myself that nothing was wrong. The apartment was filled with the scent of chocolate chip cookie, brownies, and cake. Everything smelled great and I smiled halfheartedly, still worrying about Ian.

I was pulled from my thoughts when there was a knock on the door, my stomach instantly dropped. The first thought to come to my mind was, 'Is it Ian?'

I shakily walked to the door and slowly opened the door. I let out a sigh of relief when I found Ian standing there in front of me. Something seemed off about him, I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Hey, Ian, come inside? I just made a bunch of sweets and stuff," I offered as I stepped out of the way to let him in.

"Thank you, Anthony," He smiled slightly, something was wrong. Ian never smiled like that. His smile was dead and full of what seemed like sorrow, his normal smile was filled with laughter and happiness.

"Go ahead and sit down. I'll bring you a few cookies and brownies and something to drink," I smiled as I studied his face.

"Thank you, again," He said as he gave that dead smile again.

"No problem," I smiled as I headed to the kitchen and Ian walked to the couch.

I came back to him with a plate of associated baked goods and a glass of milk. I sat them down on the coffee table in front of us. "Here you go, I hope you like them," I smiled as he picked up a cookie and bit into it.

"They are delicious, Ant," he said, which took me aback. He hadn't called me that in so long.

"Um, Ian, I obviously asked you to come over because I have to talk to you about something," I sighed as I looked down.

"Yeah, what is it?" he asked in a dead tone tugging at his long sleeves. That's it! That's what was off; he was wearing long sleeves and jeans in the California weather.

"This, Ian," I said as I pointed to his sleeves then to his pants. "We live in California and it probably 90 degrees out there or something and you're walk around in this. What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep from yelling.

"I-I can't tell you, Ant…" he said as he looked down at his hands like he was ashamed.

"Ian, do you love him? Do you love, Alex?" I asked kind of harshly.

"No…" he said softly as he continued to look down at his hands. "I don't want to be with him. I haven't for a while. I just can't leave him."

"He's abusing you isn't he?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Yes, he is, that's why I can't leave. He will find me and hurt me even more," Ian began to cry as he spoke.

"Ian, you and I will go and get your stuff tomorrow and then we will leave together, somewhere he will never find us. We are best friends," I said as I touched his hand lightly.

"R-really?" He stuttered a little as he looked up at my through teary eyes.

"Of course, Ian," I said as I grabbed some tissues to wipe away his tears.

"Thank you so much, Anthony," He smiled up at me as I wiped away his tears.

"You're welcome. I can't sit here and watch you get abused," I responded as I finished wiping the tears away.

"Anthony?" He spoke softly as he looked up at me.

"Yes?" I smiled at him when he softly touched my cheek as he leaned in close to me.

I leaned in and our lips met in the middle. It was a soft sweet kiss. I softly caressed his cheek as I pulled him close, deepening the kiss. He let a soft happy noise. Soon we ended the kiss.

"I've been waiting to do that since high school," Ian admitted, smiling.

"Have you really?" I asked, slightly shocked at the fact that Ian had thought about kissing me, of all people, me, Anthony Padilla.

"Of course, I had the hugest crush on you, but honestly that crush is gone," he smiled softly to himself as he looked down at his hands.

"Then why did you kiss me?" I asked, completely confused. "Oh god, please don't tell me it was some kind of rebound thing."

"No, it's just no longer a crush; I'm in love with you, Anthony." He smiled as he leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"Y-You're in love with me?" I blushed, dumbfounded.

"Of course," He said as he kissed me again.

"I'm in love with you, too, Ian," I finally confessed looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

I pulled him close and started kissing him again. This kiss began to get heated and passionate. Soon I was lying back on the couch with Ian lying on top of me. His hands began to play with the hem of my shirt and then his hands went under my shirt and softly touched my stomach. We made soft happy noises as the kiss began to go further.

Ian pulled back from the kiss and pulled off my shirt. After he removed my shirt he began to attack my neck with kisses, as I pulled his hair gently urging him to go on. His kisses began to go lower and lower until he had reached my chest.

"Ian, I think we should wait until we get out of town and away from Alex, but please stay here tonight?" I asked as he stopped and looked up at me.

"Yeah, you're probably right," He laughed as he rested his head against my chest, "and of course I'll stay here tonight."

I smiled and planted a small kiss on top of his disheveled bowl haircut. He made a happy little noise.

"Hey, Ian, I love you," I smiled as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"I love you, too, Ant," He replied before we fell asleep in each other's arms

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Chapter 3, there you go! :D I hope you guys liked it. There is still a little more to come.