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Third Person View

Ian looked over at Anthony, his best friend and Co-founder of the YouTube channel Smosh. Ever since the two started the channel together, they had a really close bond with each other. Except Ian, felt differently for Anthony. He cared for Anthony, no; he adored him.

"Hey, Ian." Anthony said, catching his friends attention.

Ian jumped slightly, his eyes widening in shock. "U-Uh, yeah? What's up?" He asked, clearing his throat.

Anthony smiled, "Since we're alone today, you wanna cook up some wings, particularly barbecue and Parmesan ones?" He asked, standing up to stretch his stiff body.

Ian smiled at the idea along with Anthony. Anthony simply wanted to hang out, but Ian had other things on his mind. He could take this barbecue to his own advantage.

"Sure, why the hell not?" He said, laughing a bit.

Anthony smirked, "Okay, I'll get the grill turned on. Can you go get the wings? They're in the freezer." He said, nodding at Ian.

Ian nodded and made his way to the kitchen, soon after hearing the back door that led to the yard open. Ian sighed and opened the freezer, bending down to grab the bag of wings. He grabbed the bag and lifted it up to the counter, tossing it aside.

Ian ran his fingers through his hair, frowning in sadness. "How am I supposed to tell Anthony I like him?" He asked himself, already beginning to doubt his chances with Anthony.

He sighed once more and grabbed the bag of wings. 'Might as well head outside, I don't want to worry him' Ian thought, walking out the door with a smile on his face. A smile for Anthony.

He walked outside, the bright sun shining down on him as he walked past the sliding doors. Ian, being to busy with handling the bag of wings, completely brushed past Anthony. Ian ripped open the bag of wings and placed a good amount on the burning hot grill, immediately hearing the wings sizzle under the heat. 'Might as well tell him the wings are half way there.' Ian thought, turning around.

As soon as he did, he spotted Anthony gazing up at the sky. 'Wow... He looks stunning with the sunlight hitting him.' Ian gasped in awe, taking in Anthony's god like appearance.

He walked behind Anthony and held in the strong urge to grab ahold of Anthony's warm hand. What a achievement that would be for Ian, even getting a small brush of his fingers from Anthony was a giant milestone for him. It might be a fact now; Ian Hecox was indeed in love with his best friend, Anthony Padilla.

"Anthony?" Ian asked, catching his attention.

Anthony jumped and spun around, his phone in hand. It looked like he was busy texting someone. Ian felt a bubble of jealously form in the pit of his stomach. Who was Anthony texting at a time like this? Ian thought it was going to be the two of them; no disturbances.

"O-Oh, hey Ian." Anthony stuttered, making his phone go back to the lock screen with a push of a button.

Anthony shivered under Ian's cold, hard gaze and shoved his phone into his back pocket. "Did you need something?" He asked, trying to act calm and collected.

"Yeah, your phone." Ian growled.

Anthony's eyes widened, "You're not getting my phone." He said calmly, shaking his head. "Sorry, but it has private things on there."

Ian scoffed, "Yeah, private things you should be sharing with your best friend." He said, emphasizing the best friend part, clearly stating that they could, well, should tell each other.

Ian took a step closer to Anthony, "Anthony, let me see." He asked in a commanding tone.

"No." Was Anthony's immediate response.

With a roll of his eyes, Ian glared at Anthony and frowned. "You made me do this." He said, lunging at Anthony.

"Gah!" Anthony cried out, as he was shoved to the ground by Ian's weight. "Get off me, man!"

Ian shook his head, now straddling Anthony. Unknown to Ian, Anthony was trying not to move seeing that he was sitting directly over lap. If he moved, Anthony would only make this even harder for himself. Literally.

"Let me see your phone then!" Ian shouted, "I want to know who you were talking to!"

"I was talking to Mari, dude!" Anthony shouted, quickly taking out his phone to show his friend.

However, Ian ignored Anthony and snatched the phone out of his hand. He scanned the messages, guilt quickly eating him away. Anthony wasn't lying... He was actually talking to Mari, and about him. It looked like Anthony was asking for advice...

On how to ask Ian out.

"Oh..." Ian muttered, shocked. That was all he could say, 'Oh'. He wasn't even excited that Anthony liked him back, he was too busy thinking about how horrible he just treated Anthony. Ian doubted his friend's words; he didn't trust him.

"Yeah, oh." Anthony muttered, looking away.

From on top of Anthony's lap, Ian hung his head and bit his lip, drawing blood. "I-I'm sorry, Anthony. I-I didn't know..." He muttered out, shamefully.

Anthony frowned at Ian's sudden change in mood. Yes, he was mad at Ian for not believing his words, but they were friends. Anthony would never hate him. He loved him too much to hurt him.

"It's okay, Ian. Really." Anthony said, sitting up with Ian still in his lap. "It was just a misunderstanding."

Slowly, Anthony wrapped his arms around Ian's trembling body, trying to sooth his soon to be lover. "Shh...it's okay." He said, seeing Ian wipe tears that came out from his anger.

"No, I don't deserve your apology, I don't deserve to be your friend!" Ian shouted, shaking his head, his hair shaking.

Anthony growled, having enough of Ian's excuses. He couldn't hold back anymore. This was his only chance. Anthony grabbed Ian's face and slammed his lips against Ian's, pushing his tongue into Ian's wet cavern.

Ian's eyes flew open, but he gladly kissed back, trying to dominate Anthony. Butterflies fluttered in both mens stomach, the love they held for each other coming up. The kiss lasted a few more seconds before Anthony pulled away, panting loudly.

"Ian, shut up." He said, kissing his once more.

Ian kissed back eagerly, tangling his fingers in Anthony's black hair. "I love you, Anthony." He confessed, pulling back, cheeks flushed.

Anthony smirked and pecked Ian's lips once more. "I love you too, Ian. I always have and always will. You're the one for me." He said.

Ian smiled and rested his forehead against Anthony's. Anthony smiled back and wiggled his hips around, suddenly biting his lip and grunting uncomfortably.

"Oh, and I need some...assistance."

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There you go, CrinxShipper. Haha. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. You're little talk of wings literally helped me wing this chapter? Hehe, get it, wing? No, um, okay...