Could it Be You? (Smosh Fanfic)

How about some food?

I just stood there, blushing like mad.  He was still smiling and he let go of me. "You wanna go back home?" he asked, still panting slightly.

I Really didn't want to go home, but if we were heading back, I would want to go to his house. "Well, Anthony is home, could we just go over to your house instead?" 

"Sure." he gave me that adorable smile again and led me to the car. 

On the ride there, Radioactive came on once again, and so I was singing it.  I told him that it was my favourite song. He took mental note of that. 

Soon, we were back at his house and he offered to make some food for us.  Of course, I said yes because I was starving. We headed into the kitchen and I sat up on the counter, dangling my feet.  I had no idea what he was making, but I trusted him enough to make us something at least semi-edible. He took out a box of what looked like brownie mix. I offered to help, but he wanted to do it himself. He did all of the steps correctly, but now we have to worry about him burning it.  He got out a container of frosting and took a spoonful of it and offered it to me. I opened my mouth, hoping for the frosting; but instead, he put the hole spoonful on my nose. 

I gasped.

"Got ya again" he was liking the fact that he can beat me at something.

Since I was right next to the sink, I went over pretending to wash it off, when in a flash I grabbed the spray nozzle. I aimed right at him and he got soaked. 

He gasped in surprise. and took a handful of the frosting. He grabbed me from behind and smeared all of it on my face.  Since I still had the squirt nozzle still in my hand, I sprayed more on him and ended up getting myself in the process.  He grabbed the nozzle out of my hand and into his and started spraying me.  I was half screaming, half laughing while trying to block the water from my face. I ran out of the kitchen hoping to dodge the ongoing sprays of cold water. I ran over to the couch and he turned the water off, trying to catch me. I took one the pillows next to me and started hitting him playfully with it. He climbed on top of me, to make sure I didn't run away, and grabbed the other pillow and ht me back. The last time I hit him, he lost his balance and nearly fell on me.  His face was right up to mine.  Our noses just centimetres away from mine.  I leaned forward and we kissed.  Started soft at first, but then gradually became more passionate and loving.  This bliss didn't last for long because the timer went off, meaning the brownies were done.

Get got up with excitement in his eyes. "Brownies are done."  He sounded like a little kid, which is something I absolutely loved about him.  His childish personality.

Luckily, the brownies weren't burnt at all and they were cooked all the way.  He said that it should cool and we should clean up a little bit. He noticed that my clothes were still wet and that some frosting fell on them. 

"Hey, if you want, I can lend you something to wear that way you can wash your clothes." He asked politely.

I agreed and he lent me a really big tee.  I kept my underwear on, so I still had bottoms.  I went into the bathroom and cleaned up my face with was covered in frosting. I pulled my hair back and went back out into the living room. Ian wasn't wearing a shirt, but I have to admit that he didn't look too bad without it.  I looked really bad, in my opinion; but Ian couldn't stop smiling.

"What?" I asked and looked down to see how I looked.

"Nothing.. Just that my shirt definitely makes you look good." He laughed a bit.

"Oh, Ha. Ha." I said as I rolled my eyes. "I think the brownies should be cooled off by now."

We went back to the kitchen and I sat back on the counter in the same spot I did before.  He cut himself some and tore off a piece and offered to give me it.  I tried taking it from his hand, but he just moved his hand back.  I gave up and said fine even though I had the feeling that it was going to be another frosting episode.  I closed my eyes and opened my mouth slightly.  Half of me was expecting a bite of brownie, while the other half was expecting my face covered with chocolate.  Instead, I got neither.  He grabbed my neck and pushed me forward slightly to kiss me.  This time, the kiss was more loving than passionate or quick.  I lifted my hands and put them to the back of his head pushing him closer to me.  His brown hair was extremely soft and it just made me start playing with it.  He picked me up from the counter whilst I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me to his bedroom and carefully laid me onto the bed.

He played with the end of the shirt and slowly slid his hand up across my body. He lifted the shirt off of me and started kissing me down my neck and then down my body.  He came back up to my neck and gave me soft love bites.  He came back to my lips and kissed me passionately once more.  I didn't hear the door opening but all of a sudden I heard "Ian! You home?"

Shit, Anthony's back.