Title: Bargain
Word count: 967
Author's Notes: prompt by kayluh1915. This is the 4th part of the PWP-series, though this is pre-smut. 5th part is gonna be pure smut again. So, look out for that! :D
"What are you doing now?"
Ian looks up from his book.
"I am drawing a pentagram on the floor to summon the Gods of the underground so I can trade my soul for a cheesecake muffin."
Anthony rolls his eyes.
"Mood killer.", he says under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
They stay silent for a moment, sitting on opposite sides of the couch, their feet slightly touching, Ian reading and Anthony playing on his 3DS.
"Why did you wanna know?", Ian suddenly asks.
"Not gonna tell you now, bitch.", Anthony answers annoyed.
"Fine."
"Fine."
Another ten minutes pass in complete silence. Ian peeks over his book, watching Anthony closely. His tongue is sticking out slightly, his eyes narrows, Zelda music playing quietly in the background. Looks like he is very much concentrated right now, maybe a boss fight even. Okay. Time to mess with his boyfriend.
Ian puts his book aside and does not move for at least 10 seconds, his eyes focused on Anthony. When he is sure that Anthony is still occupied with his game, he rearranges his position so he kneels on the couch now. And then he leaps forward, grabbing the small console, throwing it onto the rug in front the couch and then he is on Anthony.
"IAN! I WAS FUCKING FINALLY WINNING!", Anthony screams in rage, but is silenced by Ian's lips on his. "Stop it!" He pushes Ian back with all force. "I am still mad!"
"For what?"
"For your stupid answer earlier!" Antony huffs. "You can be an incredible pain in the ass sometimes. I was trying to get your attention and create a certain mood, you dickhead."
Ian simply grins. He loves pissed Anthony. Well, not really pissed, but annoyed, offended. His brows always furrow in that adorable kind of way, and his lips create a thing line. He always loves cheering him up at such moments. And he always succeeds. Anthony is quite aware of that, that's why he pretends to be offended for a longer period of time, although he isn't anymore. Ian can already see a small smile playing around his boyfriend's lips. He feels a little bit guilty for giving Anthony such a smartass answer, but that's just how he rolls. He loves sarcasm and irony too much to just act normal. Anthony should know that by now.
"Mood? What kind of mood?", Ian asks in his most innocent voice.
"You know exactly what mood a mean."
Ian cocks his head.
"Tickle mood?"
He doesn't wait for an answer but attacks Anthony right away, poking into his sides and belly, earning screams and laughs from the other man.
"Stop! Oh my God! Stop! I can't breathe!"
"What? Am I doing something?" Ian halts for a few seconds, letting Anthony catch his breath again. "I don't think so." Only seconds later he continues the tickle torture.
"IAN! STOP!"
"I am doing nothing! Literally!" Ian is a pro at lying. His voice is dead serious, he even manages to sounds confused and worried. "Seriously, babe, you sound like someone who is being tickled or tortured in some horrible way."
"STOP! PLEASE!" Anthony tries to block Ian's attacks but fails somehow. Ian is fast and sly, his fingers poking him from various directions, there is no way he is getting out of this alive. His only chance to survive this is…
"I'LL TRADE YOU! PLEASE! I'LL MAKE YOU A DEAL!"
Ian halts at once, yet still straddling his boyfriend and holding onto his wrists, so he can't move around too much.
"I am listening."
"If you stop…I'll…suck you off.", Anthony pants.
"Well, that's not a fair bargain. I get so much out of tickling you. Sucking me off… doesn't even come close to that. Making you laugh gives me such great satisfaction. I don't think you can offer me anything that will top that."
Ian leans down, suddenly very serious now, his eyes piercing into Anthony's soul, lips hovering over his.
"You took away so much from me that night.", he says in a low and raspy voice. "Withheld physical contact that I love and adore so much. Blindfolded me. Teased me. Used me." He runs his tongue slowly and seductively over Anthony's upper lip. "Fucked me up entirely."
"I… I… I am sorry.", Anthony breathes, his voice hoarse and longing.
Ian moves his hips, grinding up against the taller man's crotch, making him hiss and inhale sharply.
"You want that?"
Anthony simply nods, obviously not able to form words right now.
"You want to fuck me again?"
Another nod, eyes pleading, begging for more. More friction. More touches. More… anything. Anything is fine. This tickle torture turned into real torture really quickly, and Ian is enjoying every single second of it. Seeing his boyfriend suffer, so helpless, longing for his touch.
"I know I said that I want strawberries and whipped cream and all that lovey-dovey stuff for our next love session. But seeing you like this… helpless… submissive…" Ian pauses and closes the space between their lips in one swift movement, pressing his lips forcefully and wildly against Anthony's now. "I would love to see more of that.", he adds after breaking the kiss for air.
"I'll… I'll do anything… to make up for that night." Still bargaining. Sounding guilty as fuck.
"I hope so, Anthony. For your sake.", Ian answers, straightening up and letting go of Anthony's wrists. He gets up and starts waling toward their shared bed. "What are you doing now?"
Anthony first stares in awe, but then closes his eyes and smirks.
"I am drawing a pentagram on the floor to summon the Gods of the underground so I can sell my soul and dick to a smart-ass motherfucker."
"Good answer."
Anthony gets up and follows Ian to the bedroom.
