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Anthony has been in Sacramento for the last few days. As much as he loves his job and he's excited to be part of Smosh again, and in fact for that exact reason, he can get a bit overwhelmed at times.
Being this close to Ian again feels like a dream and he prays every day he won't wake up from it too soon.
That's why he took this chance to visit his mom like he's been planning for a while. They have reconnected too, lately, and he thought some time apart from his friend would help him pace himself and not do anything rushed like blurt out his feelings.
He couldn't be more wrong. Of course his mom asked about Ian. She's been so happy to see them together again, like all their parents - and relatives, and friends, and acquaintances. He's glad to talk about him, he has a lot to say, he can't stop himself from gushing about how awesome he is. Even when he can tell from the little smile on his mother's face that she knows. He's not fooling anyone. He couldn't sound more in love if he tried.
Being back home where they grew up together, reminiscing with his mom about that shared childhood... All it does is make him want to go back to Ian as soon as possible even more.
"You'll be leaving soon?" she asks one night. He offers her an apologetic smile and he's ready to offer some excuse, but she smiles back. "I understand. Go back to him."
With that exchange in mind, he stands before the door to Ian's apartment. He has the keys - they made copies for each other at some point a while ago. They are at each other's houses constantly anyway, just hanging out even when they aren't doing anything in particular. It's just easier this way. He mentioned this in front of Courtney once and their response was barely restrained laughter, like it took them so by surprise they could do nothing but laugh in shock.
He usually doesn't do this. They usually would text each other just in case, even just a quick 'I'll be right over, see you soon'. He had no time for it. He can't wait to see Ian, to bask in his presence.
He turns the key until it clicks and pushes the door open like he's done so many times. Immediately, he knows something's going on. From the noises he hears, he can tell what's happening. He doesn't know what to do with himself, his heart is racing and blood is rushing to his face - and elsewhere. He almost steps right back outside, but that's when Ian notices him.
He lets out a strangled "Anthony--" yelping in surprise.
In the shock of the moment, he drops his phone on the carpet. It catches Anthony's eye. He rewatches his own videos too many times while editing them to perfection not to instantly know what Ian was watching.
His heart jumps to his throat but he swallows it down, taking in the sight of a flustered Ian looking at him in fear like a deer caught in headlights. He tried to tuck himself back in his pants, but too late. Anthony got a good look at his cock already and he saw how hard he is... watching Anthony's exercising videos like they are the filthiest of porn to him.
When the initial shock subsides, giddiness takes over. What a way to learn that his friend is into him - but this is everything he ever wanted.
Only a few seconds have passed but it no doubt felt like an eternity to Ian. When he realizes his phone landed screen up on the floor, he scrambles to pick it up and lock the screen.
"I can explain!" He blurts out, but it's clear he's just saying that. There's no excuse in the world that would make this look any differently.
Anthony walks deeper into the room, dropping his bag by the door. Ian recoils, curling up on the couch like a wounded animal.
"I doubt it, but just for funsies. Give it a shot, buddy." The humor in Anthony's voice only has the effect of making Ian visibly more nervous.
"It's not what you think. I was watching something else, then I got a DM and accidentally tapped it and opened Insta."
"And ended up in my stories somehow?" he raises an eyebrow to show his skepticism.
"I tapped the wrong thing."
"Sure. Let's say I believe you," he crosses the distance and nonchalantly sits on the couch. "That doesn't explain why you continued to watch it while cranking it."
Ian is blushing - it's adorable - and won't meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry." He finally admits, dropping his head in defeat. "If this is too weird for you..." he trails off like he doesn't even know what he should say.
"'Sorry' for what?"
Ian finally dares meet his gaze, searching his eyes for an explanation.
"You aren't weirded out?"
"I wouldn't say that was my first reaction, no."
It clicks in Ian's mind, Anthony can see it clearly on his face, the way his mortified expression turns to one of surprise and relief.
"So it's- we are okay? You really don't mind?"
"I didn't say I don't mind. I really do, actually." As he speaks, he scoots closer until their thighs are touching. "My only complaint is, why did you stop?"
He gives Ian this intense look, and the other crumbles under the weight of it. He all but melts, all fear and worry washed away in an instant.
He tentatively reaches for his cock, pulling down his pants just enough to let it out. He glances at Anthony as if to make sure this is actually okay while he starts stroking himself. Anthony watches languidly. He turns his body towards him, puts his elbow on the backrest and rests his head on his palm.
"On some level I knew you enjoyed those videos, I just couldn't imagine how much."
Ian lets out a shaky breath.
"I like them a lot." He admits quietly.
"I can tell." Anthony laughs softly. "So all those jokes you made at the Funeral Roast were based on reality. How long have you spent watching those?"
"It's not like I watch them all the time..."
Anthony smirks.
"Liar. How many times have you jerked off to them before I caught you?"
While he speaks, he attentively watches the movement of Ian's hand. Inadvertently, he bites his lip. He can tell from the way Ian's eyes flicker down that he noticed.
"Um... a few times...?"
Anthony nods, "What are you picturing when you do it? Do you wish you were there with me to watch me exercise? Do you wish you could get your hands on me?"
Ian's breath is becoming labored. "Yes," he breathes out like it's a secret.
Anthony grins. "Sorry I heeded your critique, then. If I had known how deep your appreciation was, I wouldn't have started covering up more."
He's just realizing that the whole time Ian was jealous. He probably wished only he could get to see him like that. That thought is sweet, but also hot. Nothing gets Anthony going like feeling so wanted.
Ian moans softly, rushing to put his free hand on his lips to shut himself up - and presumably not embarrass himself further, but joke's on him: Anthony is loving this. He can't even describe the feeling that seeing his friend like this causes in him.
He reaches for Ian's wrist, gently removing that hand from his face. He holds it for a second before letting it go.
"Don't. Let me hear you. I want to know the full extent of the effect I have on you."
"Anthony!" Ian closes his eyes and groans, "You can't just say that, man. Fuck."
Anthony chuckles. "Why? You brought this on yourself."
"I didn't think you'd show up right as I was- I was, uh... "
Anthony hums. "You should be grateful. Isn't it better to have the real thing right here?" That causes Ian to make a pathetic sound that goes straight to Anthony's cock.
He can see Ian's eyes flicker down again, this time lower than his lips, at the growing bulge in his pants.
"My eyes are up here."
Ian meets them. He speeds up his strokes, becoming more desperate.
Anthony can't resist any longer. He takes Ian's chin between two fingers and he closes the already small distance between them, sealing it with a kiss.
Ian grabs onto his thigh, fingers digging into his muscle. When they part, they stay close, breathing in each other's breath. Ian's eyes stay closed. He moans and leans to rest his forehead against Anthony's.
"Fuck... Anthony..."
"Are you close, baby?"
Ian whines and nods, rubbing their foreheads together.
"Let me see you come for me."
"Fuck--"
Ian's body tenses up and his brow furrows slightly. Anthony is mesmerized. Based on the way he's watching in awe, mouth slack and chest heaving, you'd think he's witnessing something like a breathtakingly gorgeous sunset. Something life-changing. And... that's not inaccurate.
He watches Ian come into his own palm before slumping back into the cushions, breathing heavily.
Anthony smiles, watching his best friend struggle to catch his breath. He can't take his eyes off him. This doesn't feel real. Since they reconnected all those months ago, he's been aware of a certain tension between them, but for his own sake he had to assume it to be one-sided.
He's had enough of watching, he wants to touch. He quickly straddles Ian, catching him by surprise. He cups his face and whisks him into an open mouth kiss, moaning into his mouth when he feels him suck on his lip.
He pulls away just enough to let the other look into his eyes. "Whenever you want to see some 'downward hog', all you need is to ask."
That gets a chuckle out of Ian.
"Good to know."
Anthony smiles fondly at him for a moment, but then he can't resist and he kisses him again.