Title: Not Loud Enough

Word count: 770

Warning: NC17, sexual content

Author's Notes: prompt by… ME actually! :D This is sub!Ian AF and douchebag!Anthony AF. Enjoy.

Sometimes the music couldn't be loud enough.

Ian was lying on his couch, music playing blood-curlingly loud in the background, numbing his thoughts. He had decided two songs earlier that it definitely wasn't loud enough, however, he had to think of his stupid neighbors. It was roughly around 10 pm right now, most people had gone to bed. Ian wasn't sleeping, well, at least not yet. He wasn't allowed to. He had to wait until Anthony would show up, which should be any minute now. He had stayed longer in the office and then went out for dinner with his new girlfriend.

They both had a deal.

So, Ian waited. When he had come home from work, he had taken a shower and had eaten a little bit, just to keep himself occupied. At 9:30 pm he had done all of his chores, like cleaning his apartment, changing the sheets and preparing his breakfast for tomorrow. And then, he had lain down on the couch, at first zapping through the TV channels. Since nothing had been interesting enough, he had switched it off and had put on some music.

"IAN!"

Anthony's voice seemed like it was coming from somewhere far away. Ian sat up abruptly and watched as the taller man quickly walked over to his stereo and turned down the volume.

"Dude! Way too loud!", he complained, finally being able to talk in a normal voice. "I've been knocking on your fucking door for five minutes! I had to go down to the cellar and get your emergency key."

He held out a small silver key to Ian, who took it, walked to the hallway and dropped it in one of the many drawers.

"Sorry. I was just in the mood for music."

"But does it have to be so fucking loud?", Anthony asked back. He took off his black leather jacket and threw it on the couch.

Ian approached him slowly, hands hiding in his jeans pockets, looking down.

"What do you wanna do?" Low voice. Submissive.

"I don't have a lot of time. I told her that I'd be back."

Anthony leaned against an empty spot on the apartment wall and unzipped his pants. Ian's feet moved on their own, coming closer until he was standing opposite of Anthony. He pondered on whether to kiss him, but decided against that. Anthony seemed to be in quite a hurry, so he knelt down instead, cupping Anthony through his jeans and massaging him slowly to make him hard. He looked up, their eyes met, and Ian smiled seductively.

"Ian, speed it up. I gotta be back in 20."

Usually, Anthony liked being treated with care, loved the looks Ian would shoot him once in a while, enjoyed their skin-to-skin contact, the heat and friction their bodies created, the loud moans, Ian's whispered pleadings under his breath, the closeness, the intimacy. Apparently, that was not the case tonight. Tonight, Anthony wanted to come, badly, all over him.

Ian stopped the caressing immediately, slid down Anthony's pants a bit and took out his throbbing hard cock. He began sucking at once, then licking the other man's length from the base to its tip, before swallowing him whole and allowing Anthony to fuck his mouth, hard and fast. It didn't take long for the taller man to come, a few quick thrusts and Ian's mouth was filled with Anthony's cum. He was always expected to swallow, that was the deal.

However, tonight, Ian didn't want to. He turned his head sideways and spit out Anthony's juice.

"What the fuck, man?", Anthony complained, pulling up his pants.

Ian didn't answer, not a single word came over his lips. Instead, he stood up, walked over to his stereo and turned the volume up all the way, until there was nothing but music and noise and drums and e-guitars. He did all this while watching Anthony closely, staring, glaring into his dark brown eyes. The other man just stood there, mouth agape and eyes wide, an expression of pure disbelief visible on his face. He was trying to say something, his lips mouthed the words "IAN!" over and over again, but the music was too loud to let Anthony's voice be heard.

At one point, Ian slumped down on the couch and lay down. If it hadn't been for Anthony getting his jacket from the couch, Ian wouldn't have realized that Anthony was leaving while shouting, screaming, raging over Ian's strange behavior. Ian couldn't hear it. He didn't want to hear it. The music was too loud.

And still the music was not loud enough.