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Anthony may be more than a little obsessed with his boyfriend. Ian is his best friend, soulmate, boyfriend, everything wrapped in an attractive, talented, hilarious package. How can Anthony not love him? Not adore him? Not smile every time he’s around Ian or want him with everything he has inside of him?
When he and Ian get together it’s like they are off in their own little world. It’s become a running joke of sorts in the office. To coo and aw, and fawn over he and Ian when they are together, whether they are talking or working. Being around Ian, it’s easy for Anthony to forget that other people even exist.
That’s why, when they’re on set, the two of them and a whole room full of staff in the new Smosh house. When Ian makes a show about not being able to get off the couch, his back arched in a delicate slope, his face peeking at Anthony from over his shoulder, the words just slip out of Anthony’s mouth before he even realizes he says them.
“Why do you look so submissive and breedable right now?”
Ian freezes and then laughs, but it’s a little high pitched and nervous. The group at large cackles or recoils, and Anthony laughs it off, his face getting hot. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud in front of their sketch crew. He couldn’t help it! Ian’s little arched back, the way he batted his eyelashes and asked Anthony for help in getting up. How was Anthony not supposed to react?
He manages to laugh off the joke and they continue filming, but once the sketch is done, and Ian and Anthony are in Anthony’s car, intent on heading back to Ian’s place for dinner, Ian is quick to catch Anthony by the hand inside the car, stopping him from turning the key in the ignition.
“What was that today?” Ian asks, his face soft, but pinched with the slightest hint of annoyance.
“Sorry,” Anthony says, rubbing the back of his neck with his freehand. “I didn’t even think before I was saying that to you in front of everyone.”
Ian looks down at his lap, rolling his shoulders.
“I don’t think they know anything, you know, about us,” Anthony says, as if trying to calm Ian. They aren’t out to the cast and crew at large. The circle that knows about them is small and tight, and they are both quite happy to keep it that way.
Ian looks at him from the passenger seat.
“It’s not about you being flirty on set.”
“Then what?” Anthony is genuinely confused now. He thought the issue was that Ian was embarrassed or freaked out that Anthony had said something pretty out of pocket to him, something with a heavy edge of flirting.
“You called me breedable in front of everyone,” Ian stresses, pinching the bridge of his nose like he can’t believe Anthony doesn’t get it.
It takes a moment, and then two, but then it all falls into place for Anthony.
“Oh. Oh! God, Ian. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to make fun of you or, out you or anything.”
Ian looks at him like he believes him.
“I know you didn’t, at least not on purpose but- “
“But it was a poor choice of words.”
Ian shrugs and then nods and sighs. “A little.”
Anthony scoops up Ian’s hand, bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.
“I’m sorry. Really. Let me make it up to you?”
“How?” Ian asks, his mouth twitching with the hint of a smile.
“We can order dinner – on me – and then have some wine, and I’ll show you just how sorry I really am,” Anthony says. Because for how pissy Ian is at the moment, those sparks of arousal still burn inside of Anthony, the way he looked perched on the couch, so cute, so needy in his own way.
“You horn dog,” Ian says with a laugh, but he frees his hand from Anthony’s so that the other man can start the car, and they can actually leave the Smosh house and head to Ian’s place.
An hour and a half later the two of them are on Ian’s couch, sipping wine, the remnants of their shared meal packed away in Ian’s fridge.
Ian leans heavily against Anthony’s shoulder, his head pillowed there. Anthony lets his hand rest on Ian’s thigh, rubbing gently, and affectionately as the two of them watch some documentary on the TV.
“Why did you call me breedable anyway?” Ian asks.
Anthony’s hand stills on Ian’s thigh. “Is it still bothering you?”
“Not really. I’m curious.”
Anthony knows why it’s on Ian’s mind. Ian isn’t built like other guys they know. Ian has a secret, one that Anthony is privy to, one that he was born with. The simplest way that Anthony understands it is that Ian was born with an extra chromosome or something, a gene, something in his body that went awry before he was born. Whatever the reason, and whatever the long, fancy, scientific name for the condition, it doesn’t really matter. All that does matter is that because of the anomalous gene, Ian can get pregnant.
Anthony’s known this since they were teenagers. As far as he knows, he’s the only one outside of Ian’s parents and sister that know this about Ian. He remembers when they reunited, when they bought back Smosh, when they melded into something more than just best friends and co-owners of Smosh. Anthony remembers Ian holding his arms and confessing that a part of him was afraid that when Anthony left Smosh, that he’d tell the world about Ian’s secret. As if Anthony would ever hurt Ian that way, would ever betray him. No matter how far apart he and Ian spun away from each other, Anthony would never spill his secret to the world.
“You just looked so cute on the couch today. The way your back arched, the way you looked at me. I just had every fucking urge to pin you to the couch and fuck your brains out.”
Ian shivers next to him, gently sucking in a breath as he leans forward and sets his half-full wine glass on the coffee table in front of them.
“And the breeding part?” Ian asks.
Anthony bites his lip, his nerves flaring up. This part he’s less sure about. Every part of him is dying to fuck Ian, to come in him, knock his ass up, get him pregnant. It’s nothing they’ve ever talked about before. Neither of them is in a place where having a kid is a good idea, they haven’t even been romantic partners that long, certainly not as long as they should for Anthony to be having thoughts about impregnating his boyfriend.
“I don’t know,” Anthony admits. “Something about you lately is so hot to me, even more than usual. You are breedable and you’re naturally submissive. The way you stand sometimes with your ass sticking out, how you flutter your lashes, when you’re needy and want my attention, and… how good you look taking my dick. Fuck, Ian. I feel like I’m going crazy.”
As Anthony talks Ian’s eyes grow dark with arousal, heated. The air between them is thick with a want, heavy around them like a blanket.
“I didn’t freak you out?” Anthony asks, half-teasing, but some fear bubbling under the surface.
“No,” Ian says, “I’m not freaked out, and if I recall, you told me you’d show me just how sorry you were for earlier, didn’t you?”
Ian is grinning, wide and mischievous.
“Right, I do have a lot to make up for, don’t I?”
Ian nods, standing, nodding towards the set of stairs that lead to his bedroom on the lower floor of the house. Anthony takes Ian’s hand, letting Ian take him to the bedroom. Once there, Anthony grabs Ian’s hips, pulling him forward until their bodies bump. Anthony dips his head to brush his lips over Ian’s. Their kiss starts gentle, a press of their mouths together, but it heats up quickly. Anthony pulling Ian closer, feeling Ian starting to get hard against his thigh.
“You like the idea too?” Anthony asks against Ian’s lips, “me fucking you full of my come? No protection? Just my raw cock in your ass?”
“Holy shit,” Ian breathes against Anthony’s mouth.
Anthony’s head swims. His hands snake under Ian’s shirt, palming his soft belly, and for a moment he lets himself imagine Ian’s belly rounded, cute, pregnant with Anthony’s kid. Ever since they’ve started to have sex, they’ve been careful, as careful as either of them have been with any other person able to get pregnant that they’ve had sex with. Right now, the thought of being bare inside of Ian, no condom, nothing between them, the thought makes Anthony’s dick twitch in his jeans.
Anthony keeps his hands inching upwards and he tugs Ian’s shirt up and over his head. Then Ian stands there shirtless, just this side of soft, the dark smattering of hair across his chest and down his belly that leads to the waistband of his pants.
“That a, yes?” Anthony asks, hooking a finger in the beltloop of Ian’s pants, dragging him closer, so their hips press together more firmly than before.
To do this, to have this, there is a certain level of control they have to let go of. A willingness to be careless, to fuck without protection, and for once, Anthony doesn’t care about the consequences of what might happen. He just wants to fuck Ian and feel his tight little asshole wrapped around his cock.
Ian’s got this delicate flush across his cheeks, his eyes unabashedly hungry. Anthony starts do undo Ian’s pants, popping the button and then tugging down the zipper. As his hands work, he leans in and catches Ian’s mouth in a kiss. Their mouths move in perfect sync with one another, that heat filling them both and combining in the way their tongues slide, the way Ian’s hands fly to Anthony’s shoulders, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his t-shirt, already holding on for dear life.
Anthony sheds Ian of his pants, leaving him in just his boxer-briefs, his cock hard and tenting the fabric. Their mouths part, Anthony looking down between their bodies before he cups Ian’s cock, feeling Ian shiver against him. It’s not as if he and Ian play a lot in the space of dominant and submissive, not in the way people more adept to the roles would, but there is a natural leaning, one they both recognize, and the fact that Ian just can’t help to let himself become softer, more submissive for Anthony, something that is just for Anthony. The thought makes him wild.
“Ian?” Anthony asks, still rubbing Ian’s cock, feeling it twitch against his palm.
Ian’s eyes flutter, his face going redder than before. Anthony watches as Ian licks his lips, wetting them, making himself even more tempting than before.
“Yeah, yes. Fuck. Yes, that’s a yes.”
Anthony smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of Ian’s neck, feeling him shiver. Ian’s hips rock forward into Anthony’s palm, grinding shamelessly against his boyfriend. Anthony’s fingers dip into the waistband of Ian’s underwear, tugging them down easily. Ian steps out of his boxer-briefs, leaving him naked, his hard cock jutting out, shiny with pre-come.
“Get on the bed then,” Anthony breathes into Ian’s ear, “prep yourself for me.”
Ian lets out a groan, but he listens, hurrying off to his bed, pulling open the top drawer of the nightstand next to his bed, finding their usual bottle of lube. Anthony watches Ian pop the cap on the bottle and squirt some lube on to his fingers, watches as Ian ambles on to his hands and knees, one hand curled beneath himself and seeking out his own pink hole.
As Anthony watches Ian press two fingers into his ass. He pulls off his own clothes, letting his t-shirt drop to his feet before working down his own pants and underwear. Anthony strokes himself where he’s rock hard, aching for his boyfriend. Desperate to have Ian. Slowly, and carefully, Anthony joins Ian on the bed.
Ian doesn’t stop what he’s doing, but his balance is a little thrown off when Anthony joins him. Anthony runs a hand down Ian’s pale and freckled back, admiring where his skin is beginning to go a soft pink with his arousal and effort to open his own ass.
He’s feeding himself two fingers, working in and out with ease. The sound is filthy, so slick, the noise going right to Anthony’s cock, making it twitch between his legs.
“Goddamn, Ian, you look so good with fingers in your ass. I can’t wait until it’s my bare cock sliding into you.”
Ian whimpers, his fingers speeding up. Anthony fists his own dick, smearing pre-come along his shaft. He could honestly get off this way, jerking himself to the sight of Ian, two fingers deep in his ass, fucking himself open so he can take Anthony’s cock.
Right about now would be the time Anthony would be plucking a condom from the nightstand next to Ian’s bed, opening the ridiculously high-quality condoms Ian had initially bought as a joke, but they quickly became a favorite of his. Anthony would be rolling the condom down on to his cock, prepping to take Ian. He doesn’t need to now.
Ian adds a third finger to his ass, stretching himself wider, a beautiful showcase of his body for Anthony. He takes it all with ease, the slide of his three fingers scissoring himself open, just for Anthony, just because Anthony asked him to.
“So pretty getting yourself all ready for my cock,” Anthony says, leaning forward and smoothing hands up the back of Ian’s thighs.
He feels Ian gasps and lean into the touch, never bothering to stop fingering his own ass. Anthony’s hands continue upwards, trailing across Ian’s pale skin. His hands cup Ian’s ass cheeks and he squeezes, using his palms to spread Ian wider, letting him see more of Ian’s pink, little hole.
“Anthony,” Ian groans.
“Hmm?” Anthony asks, admiring the view.
“I’m ready. I’m so ready.”
“Yeah? All ready for me to fuck your ass?”
Ian shudders, rocking on to his own fingers as if he were pretending it was already Anthony’s cock sliding into him. Then, he finally pulls out, leaving himself empty. Anthony keeps him spread open, watching the way Ian gapes a little, the way he clenches around nothing, how badly Anthony knows he wants to be full again.
Anthony spits on to Ian’s hole, using his thumb to brush the ring of muscle, watching him twitch in return. He can see when Ian sneaks a hand between his own legs, stroking his hard cock in anticipation.
“Wanna get on your back?” Anthony asks. “I want to be able to look at you.”
Ian easily rolls on to his back on the bed, settling himself on his pillows. Anthony crawls over him, filling the space between Ian’s spread legs. He plants his hands on either side of Ian’s head, gently plucking off Ian’s glasses and setting them on the nightstand next to them.
Anthony leans down and catches Ian’s mouth in a kiss. It’s softer than it is hot, but the passion simmers underneath, as Ian’s hands wind into Anthony’s hair, keeping him close.
“If I’m going to fuck my breedable boy, I’m going to need you in the right position,” Anthony says, grinning slightly.
“Huh?” Ian breathes, dazed in the best possible way.
Anthony takes Ian’s legs in his hands, pressing back on the backs of Ian’s thighs until his legs bend, the backs of his knees hooked over Anthony’s forearms, so Anthony can press him further back into the mattress, leaving Ian spread wide open, his hole fully exposed.
Anthony releases one of Ian’s legs, so he can get the lube and slick himself up, his cock throbbing desperately in his own hand. Once he’s slick, he lines himself up with Ian’s ass, using his hand at the base to nudge the hole.
“Holy shit, even like this it feels different. You’re so much warmer, Ian. So hot when I slide over your hole and I’m not even in you yet. I can’t wait to feel every fucking inch of you bare around my dick.”
“Shit,” Ian whimpers, “Anthony, please, no more teasing. Just get inside me.”
“Eager,” Anthony teases, but he presses forward, the head of his cock opening Ian, allowing Anthony to sink inside.
He can feel the difference instantly. Ian is so much hotter wrapped around him. There is so much heat, the feeling of his hole slick and needy, no barrier between them at all. It taps into something primal in Anthony’s head, that this is natural, that this is them doing what comes so naturally.
Ian moans, his head falling back into the pillows. Once Anthony is in halfway, he lets go of his cock and grabs up Ian’s fallen leg, hooking it back over his forearm. Anthony shifts closer, pressing Ian down and back a bit more as he feeds him each inch. Ian has never looked so submissive or so beautiful before.
Then, Anthony is fully seated inside of Ian. He can feel Ian’s ass clutching at him, so tight, so hot. They stay locked together that way, Anthony’s weight pressing Ian down into the mattress, his legs hooked over Anthony’s arms, giving up his control and letting Anthony have him.
“So hot like this, all open for me,” Anthony says, “and fuck. I can feel you so tight around me, Ian. You feel so fucking good.”
“Fuck,” Ian whimpers, his hands sliding up to hang on to Anthony’s shoulders, the back of his neck, anywhere he can reach of the other man.
Anthony kisses him, feeling Ian slowly clench around him, then release, a rhythmic pattern of it, making that hot pleasure slide up Anthony’s spine, spread into his blood.
“You can move now,” Ian says against Anthony’s lips.
Anthony does. He starts slow, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back inside fully. Ian groans under him, arching. Anthony sets a steady pace, his cock fucking into Ian’s ass. With each thrust Ian’s legs bounce, his body sliding up the bed. Anthony can feel Ian’s hard cock brushing against his stomach, smearing his pre-come against the skin of Anthony’s belly.
The way he’s holding Ian, the angle is so much deeper than their usual fucking. Ian is so, so open for Anthony, his cock sliding inside of Ian so easily. Their bodies are pressed together tightly, their breath mingling as Ian pants against Anthony’s mouth, his eyes fluttering, head tilted into the pillows.
“You’re gorgeous,” Anthony growls against Ian’s neck. “So pretty when you let me fuck you.”
Ian’s eyes open, so dark, so warm as he looks up at Anthony.
“Don’t stop, please, fuck. You’re so deep inside me. I…I can feel every inch of you.”
“Yeah? Every inch of my cock that’s gonna come so deep inside you? That’s gonna knock your ass up.”
Ian shudders, tongue sweeping across his bottom lip. He nods, blushing. Anthony speeds up a little, the thought swimming in his head. Every single pump of his hips and thrust of his cock gets him one stroke closer to coming inside of Ian, to risk knocking his boyfriend up, to permanently seat a part of himself inside of Ian.
He groans, peppering kisses on to Ian’s neck and shoulder. Ian’s nails trailing down his back, looking for purchase as Anthony fucks him into the mattress. His hips snap against Ian’s ass, body rocking against the bed. He tilts his hips, and he thinks he must nail Ian’s prostate because Ian cries out sharp, his nails biting into Anthony’s back.
Anthony keeps his hips tilted that way, thrusting into Ian, hitting that spot continuously until he feels Ian trembling against him. Anthony backs down, not wanting it to be over just yet.
“Can’t wait. Can’t wait to see you carrying our kid. A piece of you and me together. You letting me be your baby daddy,” Anthony babbles. “No one else, Ian. No one else I’d rather it be. Just you. You letting me knock up that sweet hole.”
“Anthony,” Ian groans, “Oh, fuck. You want that? You want me to have our kid?”
“Yes, wanna knock you up. I want everyone to know you’re mine. I wanna see you so round and cute with our kid.”
It’s words, heat of the moment, but at the same time deep down Anthony knows there’s a hint of truth in there. He pictures Ian, visibly pregnant. He’d be so cute. Them in the office, at home, everywhere, everyone would know, would know what Anthony did, what they did together, how they’ve created something even bigger than Smosh.
They are pressed so close together that Anthony can’t get at Ian’s dick, but he can feel it twitching between their bodies. He can feel how Ian’s dick holds him, clenching at him. Anthony fucking into Ian’s body, holding him down in a mating press, watching his body bounce with each thrust.
“I’m…” Ian gasps, “Anthony.”
Anthony shifts his hips, finding that position that nails Ian’s prostate and he watches Ian’s eyes roll back in his head, his mouth hanging open.
“I’ll take care of you,” Anthony groans, kissing the shell of Ian’s ear, “I’ll get you there, baby.”
He keeps up the pace, the blistering heat of their bodies joined together, the tug of his cock sliding in and out of Ian’s tight ass. Anthony feels Ian shake, sees his teeth dig into his bottom lip, eyes fluttering, his body arching into Anthony’s touch.
Then, Ian trembles apart underneath Anthony, groaning, so loud, so needy. Anthony feels the wet slickness coat his belly where he knows Ian has come.
Now that Ian’s come, and he is coming down from his orgasm, Anthony chases his own orgasm. He pumps into Ian, the other man’s body beautiful and lax, letting Anthony have him, letting him fuck him bareback, raw, open. Ian’s going to let Anthony fill him.
That thought, that trust, the thought of coming so hard into Ian’s body, his body working to impregnant Ian’s. It’s that’s thought that pushes Anthony over the edge, even more so than Ian’s tight and hot body, the heady feeling of pleasure pulsing through him. It’s the risk, he realizes. The risk of it all. The risk they are taking, hand-in-hand.
“Fuck, please,” Anthony pants, “please, get pregnant, Ian. Please.”
“Do it,” Ian says, his voice deep, lazy, mouth pressed to Anthony’s ear. “Knock me up, Anthony. Get me pregnant. I want it. I want your kid.”
Anthony buries himself inside of Ian as deep as he can be, his cock pulsing, hard, and he comes. He comes harder than he ever has before. He pictures it in the throes of it all. His cum flooding Ian. Pulse after pulse of thick come filling his boyfriend’s body.
When he comes down, his body is collapsed on top of Ian’s. Anthony’s not ready to pull out yet. He grinds gently into Ian’s body, making the other man whimper.
“Are you okay?” Anthony asks, kissing Ian’s jaw, his cheek, then his mouth.
“Yeah,” Ian says, still trying to catch his breath. “I could feel it all, you know?”
“What?”
“Your come. I could feel it, wave after wave filling me. It was so warm inside me. I could feel you flooding all of me.”
“Ian,” Anthony groans, his cock throbbing pitifully inside of Ian. “Don’t tease me like that when I just came.”
“Sorry,” Ian says, running a hand through Anthony’s hair. “You know what’s on my mind?”
Anthony grins fondly. With Ian, really, it could be anything. “What?”
“In high school I read that book, ah, ‘The Cider House Rules’.”
“Ian this is the weirdest pillow talk I’ve ever had.”
“Shut up,” Ian says with a laugh, “I have a point.”
“Alright, ‘Cider House Rules’ got it.”
“Yeah, and in it, the dude falls in love with the girl, you know, and he’s obsessed with getting her pregnant.”
Anthony feels his face get red.
Ian cups Anthony’s cheek, thumb rubbing over his cheekbone.
“In the book, the dude studies medicine. He knows if you stay inside the other person a long time after you come in them…it increases the chances that the person will get pregnant.”
“Oh…” Anthony says, keenly aware he’s buried deep inside of Ian. Again his cock twitches. “Want me to pull out?”
“Honestly?” Ian says, his eyes scanning Anthony’s. “No.”
All the air leaves Anthony’s body and he groans softly, leaning forward to kiss Ian’s mouth, slow, passionate. Content to stay inside his boyfriend, to keep their bodies locked into one of them can’t take it anymore. He feels like he came so much, so hard, what if he really got Ian pregnant? Now, Ian wants him to stay inside, did they both want the same thing after all?
“I love you,” Anthony says, aware of how sappy it all is.
“I love you too,” Ian says, brushing curls away from Anthony’s face. “Let’s stay like this a little longer. My thighs are going to hate you in the morning.”
“It was worth it though, right?” Anthony asks.
Ian rolls his eyes, huffs a laugh. “Right.” And despite the show, Anthony knows he means it.