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Anthony was scrolling through Instagram, just checking his phone casually. Seeing that Ian had posted, Anthony scrolled through what initially looked like travel photos. Those looked nice. Ian looked like he was having fun, and the landscapes were beautiful. Anthony liked the picture. He kept swiping until the last photo, which definitely caught him off guard. Anthony might've stared at it a little too long, but he blamed that on being surprised.
Anthony quickly pulled up his texts, still in shock at the last photo.
A: Posting thirst traps now?
I: I'm just like you.
A: Yeah, first the fashion upgrade, now this
I: to be fair, I'm not posting everything
A: And I am?
I: Just cause you say you're posting your tattoos doesn't mean you weren't fully naked online
A: Oh you saw that
I: Yes, everyone saw it
A: Fair.
Did you get flooded with dms?
I: Yeah, I'm coming for your title as the hot one
A: Shut the fuck up with that
I: What?
A: You're hot
I: So the picture was good? Not too babygirl?
A: Yeah it was good, it was an effective thirst trap
I: Effective?
A: Next time just don't bury it behind a ton of travel photos
I: They were good travel photos
A: They were good photos
Ian smiled behind his phone. What did Anthony mean "effective"? Regardless, Ian was giddy. He didn't really care about attention, but attention from Anthony was like a drug.
Ian thought about posting more photos, but he didn't want to seem too desperate. And he didn't really want the whole world to see—just Anthony.
Ian scrolled through his rejected thirst trap photos. Would it be crazy to send some to Anthony? Ian couldn't bring himself to do it. Maybe he could take new ones and send them with an excuse that he wanted advice?
Ian figured he could get away with it as long as his dick wasn't in the picture.
That weekend, Ian nervously sent a text.
I: Would these be effective thirst traps?
Attached: 3 Images
Anthony was painting when he heard the notification. Pausing his music, Anthony picked up his phone. His jaw dropped as he saw the pictures Ian had sent.
Anthony swiped back and forth through the three photos. The first two were similar to what Ian had posted before, shirtless pics wearing his small chain and flaunting his sharp jawline. But the third pic is something Ian would never post on social media.
It was a mirror pic of Ian, looking over his shoulder at the mirror. His phone mostly blocked his face, but his back was visible. He was wearing tight briefs, showing off his ass in the mirror. The blue of the briefs brought out his eyes. Anthony subconsciously let his hand rest over his crotch.
Accidentally, or maybe not so accidentally, Anthony liked the last image.
I: the third one is good?
A: they're all good
I: then why did you like the third one
A: that ones the best
I: oh yeah?
A: yeah mirror pics are usually good
Ian didn't feel like begging for a compliment so he let it go. If Anthony wanted to do something, the ball was in his court now.