"Sorry for getting all emotional on you back there," Anthony said, laughing slightly to mask his embarrassment.

"Forget about it," Ian waved a hand in front of his face.

They had finally returned to the hotel after deciding that they had been gone for too long and people might start looking for them. Also, there was a Mario Kart battle with some other youtubers that Anthony really wanted to go to.

"You should come with me Ian," Anthony said as he searched for his 3DS.

"I don't even have a 3DS" Ian replied.

"Borrow mine then," Anthony suggested, now rummaging through his things to find his Mario Kart cartridge.

Ian sighed, deciding to get to the point. "Kalel's gonna be there."

Anthony nodded knowingly. "That is true. Just come anyway," he said, tugging on Ian's arm.

"No," Ian shook his head.

"For me?" Anthony did the best puppy dog eyes that he could manage. Ian tried not to give in but one look at those big brown eyes and he was a mess.

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly. "But only for you."

"Thanks Ian," Anthony grinned at him.

-x-

"Thanks for an awesome time you guys," Anthony smiled at everyone before disappearing back to the room with Ian. He fumbled with the room key before eventually getting it the right way round and pushed the door open.

The minute Ian shut the door behind him, he found himself pressed up against it with Anthony's lips on his neck.

"Woah," Ian chuckled. "A bit eager, aren't we?"

Anthony moved his lips up to Ian's earlobe before responding. "Been waiting for this all day," he whispered breathily against his ear.

The need in Anthony's voice turned him on even more but Ian was still very aware that anyone who walked passed their door would be able to hear them.

"C-can we at least…move to the couch or something?" Ian could barely get his words out as Anthony kissed him insistently. He let out a low moan before pushing Anthony away.

"Bed," Anthony replied and grabbed Ian's wrist to pull him across the room. He practically threw Ian down on the bed, causing him to bounce on the mattress, before laying on top of him. Anthony's instincts become more animalistic as he reached for Ian's belt buckle and almost ripped it open. Before Ian even had time to blink, his pants were already halfway across the room and Anthony's hands were wandering dangerously close to the bulge in his boxers.

Ian didn't miss the sigh of disappointment from Anthony as he broke their kiss. "Do you think you could maybe go a bit slower?" Ian asked him, looking away out of nervousness. The whole ordeal was slightly overwhelming for him.

"Sorry, I just got a bit excited," Anthony grinned sheepishly.

"I just don't want to rush this," Ian was quick to explain. "I want it to be special."

Anthony smiled and leaned in to kiss him gently before pulling away to answer. "Of course."

They stayed there, foreheads pressed together and staring intensely into each other's eyes until Ian closed the gap between their lips. His hands moved up to tangle themselves in Anthony's hair as Anthony used his thigh to move Ian's legs apart. Ian couldn't resist moaning as Anthony bit down gently on his bottom lip and reached round to pull at the back of Anthony's shirt. Anthony broke the kiss momentarily to help Ian get his shirt off before sucking on Ian's neck.

"Mmm," Ian sighed happily. He realised that he was still wearing his own shirt and was about to pull it off when there was a knock at the door. Groaning at the interruption, Ian mumbled at Anthony to ignore whoever it was but then he heard the person speak.

"Um hey Anthony. It's Dan."

"Shit," Anthony hissed and scrambled off Ian to find his shirt.

"Anthony, you can't open that door!" Ian whispered urgently. "It's gonna be so obvious."

"I don't have a choice!" Anthony whispered back. "He already knows I'm in here. I can't just ignore him. And he probably knows you're in here too so that will just make things worse."

Ian realised that Anthony was right and ran off to hide in the bathroom. "Just a sec!" Anthony called out as he roughly tugged his shirt over his head. Once he was fully clothed he opened the door.

"Hey Dan," Anthony greeted him with a warm smile, despite the fact that he was a serious cockblocker. "What's up?"

"You left your phone," Dan held out Anthony's phone.

Anthony was surprised at himself for leaving it. How did he not notice it was gone? He must have been too distracted by Ian. "Thanks a lot man. I have no idea how I left it," Anthony said and took the phone from him. He sincerely hoped that was the last thing Dan wanted. He felt awkward enough as it was. "Is there anything else?"

Dan cast his eyes over Anthony's wild hair, flushed cheeks and obvious attempt to hide whatever was behind the door before asking a question. "Is Ian there?"

Anthony's eyes widened at the unexpected question and his cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. "What makes you say that?" he asked almost too quickly.

"Nothing," Dan said even though it was obviously anything but. "Well, goodnight."

"Night," Anthony responded and then closed the door. He looked though the spy hole to make sure Dan was really gone before calling out to Ian. "He's gone."

"Phew!" Ian exhaled with relief and came out of the bathroom, still dressed in just his shirt and boxers. "I was getting cold."

He settled back down on the bed and looked questioningly at Anthony who still hadn't moved. "Aren't you coming back to bed?"

"He knows," was all that Anthony could say.

"He knows what?" Ian looked confused.

"Dan knows about us," Anthony's face was paling.

"What? How? Is that why he came to talk to you?" Ian's questions came out in rapid succession and Anthony barely had any time to think.

"He came to give me my phone because I left it behind and then he asked if you're here," Anthony said, looking worried.

However, Ian visibly relaxed after hearing this. "Well that doesn't mean anything. He probably has no idea."

Anthony shook his head. "Dude, it's so obvious what we were doing. My hair's a mess, my cheeks were probably even redder than usual and I've just realised that my shirt is on back to front. Not to mention that I took forever to answer the door."

Ian realised that Anthony had a point and sighed. "There's not much we can do now. He probably won't tell anyone," he tried to reason with him.

"But you don't know that!" Anthony raised his voice.

Ian got out of the bed, walked over to where Anthony was standing and intertwined their fingers together, forcing Anthony to look down at him. "Anthony, don't worry about it. No one would believe him anyway even if he did say something. Unless he has actual proof, which he doesn't, then he can't do anything about it. He doesn't even know for sure what was going on."

Anthony sighed and looked into Ian's eyes. "Okay, you may have a point."

"Good," Ian grinned at him. "Now I don't know about you but my ass is freezing and I have a boner that needs taking care of."

"You are so romantic Ian," Anthony smirked.

"Shut up and kiss me douchebag."

A/N: The next chapter is gonna be the last one :O