It's your fault. [Ianthony One-shot]

It's all your fault.

AN: Hi! It's the first time I ever publish something on wattpad, so be nice D:

English is not my first language (in fact it's my third). If I wrote something wrong tell me :)

I hope you enjoy!

PS: It's SMUT, even PWP, so if you don't like smut please DON'T READ.

When Anthony arrived to his apartment Ian had everything prepared. He was dressed in a blue button-up shirt and black jeans. He also combed his honey brown hair in a perfect bowl - Anthony always makes fun of it but he actually loves it. The apartment smelled slightly as vanilla, a smell that both of them loved. The dinner was already on the table, so Anthony just had to sit down and eat what Ian had prepared him, always some vegan plate.

But this time it was different. Ian didn't know how he knew it but he did. Anthony looked more tired than usual, and, moreover, he hasn't pressed Ian to the wall yet, he hasn't urged him to his knees to suck him off... yet. Anthony just walked in, looking tired, dark circles under his eyes. He walked to the table, sits down on his chair and started eating.

Ian wondered if they would be able to record the video they were planning to record that night. He was staring at Anthony from the front door, not knowing how to act. He decided to sit on his chair, in front of Anthony, and see what happens. When he was sitting in front of him he glanced at him, just fast glances because he didn't want Anthony to see him. His friend was eating in complete silence, and it was driving Ian nuts. Why hadn't Anthony put him on his knees or bend him over the table and fuck him already?

Anthony looked so off. Ian knew that Anthony had spent all day out with his friends. Ian usually goes with them; they go out to the beach, they have lunch, they laugh, they have fun. That's all. Then, after spending almost all day with Anthony and his friends, when they reach home they are finally alone.

It started a few months ago. Ian and his girlfriend broke up because he couldn't stand the lie anymore. He told her about how much he loved his best friend and she was surprisingly supportive. When Anthony broke up with his girlfriend Ian thought that maybe he loved him too, that they would get together and live as a happy couple. He expected a lot of things but he surely wasn't expecting what happened.

Anthony was angry almost every day, and the only one that actually listened to him was Ian. Ian wanted Anthony to want him, to need him, but he was so desperate that he created a plan to seduce him. He was so, so desperate that he only wanted Anthony for, at least, one time, even if it didn't involve love or caring, even if it was dirty and rough. It was him that was needy, and he accepted it. So when Ian saw the opportunity he took it. He proposed to him to take him, and Anthony needed so damn bad another warm and panting human being's body next to his that he accepted. And they both agreed that it would be only for that time. But they both lied.

When Ian sensed that Anthony was again in that kind of mood he proposed to repeat. And Anthony accepted. The third time Ian didn't need to say anything; Anthony took it without asking. And Ian didn't complain at all, because he loved it.

Anthony was always so caring, asking Ian if he was okay, if he was going too fast, if he was hurting him, always preparing Ian with such lovingly care that Ian's heart melted. When Anthony was pounding into him he was still asking him if it was okay, if it hurt... For Ian it was making love, and he knew that for Anthony it was just relieve himself, but in Ian's head he imagined that Anthony actually loved him like he loved him.

That day Ian knew that something was wrong. Anthony had finished his plate and Ian was washing it. His friend was still sitting, staring at the camera that was on the tripod in the living room. He sighted and Ian looked over his shoulder to glance at him. Anthony noticed him and growled, annoyed, and Ian immediately stopped staring.