(Author's note: Hey, guess who's back! Sorry for the slow updates. I just wanted to let you guys know – yes, I know Anthony/Kalel is not official anymore. However, for the sake of my story I'll keep acting like it is, since my first chapter came out a little before they broke up. Anyhow, please enjoy~ -Ashsleepswithsirens)

Well, today was the day. Any moment now, Anthony would walk out those hospital doors safe, yet Ian couldn't feel as sick as he did then. After what had happened, Ian couldn't bring up the urge to visit Anthony. He breathed a slow, heavy sigh, feeling his hands become sweaty and his face feeling hot. He was only brought back to reality when David placed his hand on his back.

"Hey, Ian," David smiled brightly, in hopes of cheering the bearded male up. The past few days, he didn't know what was wrong, but Ian had been spending his nights at his house. Ian nodded back in acknowledgement, feeling his throat tighten up as he stared out the hospital's glass window. "Nervous?" The smaller male asked.

He choked up then, finally seeing his best friend walk out of the elevator, arriving at the infirmary desk to be checked out. So many feelings rushed in him then – love, breathless, fear. What would Anthony think of him now? After kissing him when he has a fiancé? That's sick, how could I do that to him? Ian thought as he slowly started to turn around, his foot taking a step.

"Ian! Where are you going? Anthony's coming out now," David said, his hand on Ian's shoulder. Ian flinched then, his face red and his body turned stiff, unwilling to turn around. He then heard the glass door open and shut, someone coming closer to the two men. Oh, God. What do I do? Ian panicked, feeling the taller male behind watching him.

Anthony said his hellos to David, his eyes still peering at Ian's back. "Ian. What's up? Where are you going?" He said in his husky voice, and Ian heard a smile form in his words. He wouldn't admit it – but he liked the way the darker-haired male said his name. He couldn't help it – he turned around to face the other.

"...Nowhere. Hey, Anthony. How are you?" Ian hesitated to speak, trying to avoid the other's eyes, but couldn't. He was right, there was a smile plastered on the male's face. Still, he couldn't help but see a scar the accident caused, a small scratch on his forehead to his hairline. Relax. Act natural, this is your best friend…isn't he? Ian couldn't help but wonder.

Anthony then took a hold of Ian's arm firmly, making Ian take a few steps towards the dark-haired male. He then managed to let go and snake his arm around Ian's broad shoulders, no matter how much Ian panicked and squirmed. As if the gesture didn't happen, Anthony looked over at David, asking, "Mm. I'm hungry. Can we get some lunch?"

-AFTER LUNCH-

It was decided that Anthony was sleep over at Ian's house, after the bearded male wasn't able to resist, and the taller one lied that his fiancé was at her parents. So after David left, headed back to his own house, it was utterly silent between the two. They slowly walked to Ian's place, Ian being reluctant to let Anthony in.

As the smaller male fumbled for his house key in his coat pocket, Anthony decided to break the tension and start a conversation. "You're nervous." He said aloud, his eyes staring at the setting sun. He couldn't help but smile, even if he felt bad that he knew that he was the reason Ian was. The brown-haired male sighed, unlocked and opening the door, denying what Anthony said with a short, white lie - "No, I'm not."

Ian stepped inside the small house, leaving the door open for the other to step inside. Walking in after closing the door and kicking off his shoes, Anthony chucked, "You know you can't lie to me."

Before Ian could escape to his bedroom, Anthony got a hold of the male's arm and pressed him against the wall next to the door tightly, his body close up to him. Ian tried hard to get free, but the dominant male knew just how to stop him. He bent down lightly, placing his lips Ian's. The male then stopped struggling, his body going limp.

After a couple kisses in, Ian pushed away the other lightly. He breathed hard, feeling like he was melting and feeling his knees go weak. "A-A…" He struggled to say his name, as Anthony took a hold of Ian's arms and held them up over his head. The other couldn't take it – his hot, sweet kisses were intoxicating, and he felt himself drowning.

"S-s-stop, Anthony," Ian had forced himself to studder, his whole body was shaking. Again, he couldn't meet the other in his eyes, so he looked down at the dominant's chest…The darker-haired male pulled away, his hands still intertwined with the smaller male's. No, I didn't mean it, Ian screamed in his head, I want you.

Anthony's pure dark-brown eyes stared down at the other, as he slowly guided the smaller male to his own bedroom, turning the doorknob and walking inside. Ian followed, unable to defy the person who meant the most to him – the person he's had feelings for since as long as he can remember.

The dark-haired male settled the bearded one on the bed, as he got on top of the male. Ian wasn't sure, but he thought he could feel his face turning red once again. His sight traveled from Anthony's eyes that held him, to the dominant's chest. He then felt himself being taken into the superior one's arms, feeling like he could cry from happiness.

"Ian. Ian," Anthony repeated the smaller one's name in that sexy voice of his, and Ian felt the intense feeling of love swept over him, like a tidal wave. He found his hands tangled in the dark haired male's feeling soft kisses on his face. "Ian, I love you." Anthony said, and again placed his lips against Ian's deeply.

"I love you too, Anthony." Ian managed to whisper.