Dixon Cider

The sweet, yet slightly tangy juices poured all over their suits, clinging the wet fabric to their bodies and filling the air with a refreshing apple scent. The sparking cider however couldn't even compare to the sparkle in the shimmering azure eyes that narrowed towards him standing erect in front of him, feet solid on the grass as the rich, golden liquid drizzled down his dress shirt and his pants. At that moment when their eyes locked, Anthony didn't even care he was on the verge of obtaining a very noticeable "problem" in his pants as the shorter man looked onward into his eyes because, well, Ian was beginning to have the same dilemma, although he didn't show any signs in his face that it even bothered him, going by his hardened expression. The music played in the background as the comedy duo strut their finest stuff for the camera and nothing got in their way as the cameras captured every move, every action, and facial expression they displayed. Their director, Ryan, asked for more splashing, more cider thrown at each other "sensually" to which Ian and Anthony gladly obliged with a knowing glint in their eyes. Their suits, bought specifically for this music video could have been destroyed, considering they were dry-clean only, but dammit for the sake of comedy it was necessary for this final shot. Now Ian had swerved his jug in his hands to splash all over Anthony and vice versa and both were grinning like madmen, escaped from the Sacramento Mental Institution. Ian's laughter hung in the air and his warm humorous smile was contagious to Anthony, something he noticed convinced him to go along with his more far fetched ideas in the past, such as this entire video itself.

Anthony liked to throw in his own twists however when it came to surprising the other. He loved catching Ian off guard when the right moment arose so earlier during shooting, in an impulsively un-Anthony like manner, he dove right into Ian's donut shot and his tongue grazed across Ian's finger and the confection itself. His intention was just the doughy pastry but Ian had felt the wet sensation tingle on his fingertip and involuntarily shuddered as he knew the cameras were capturing his every move and Anthony was most likely trying to get a reaction out of him. Anthony kept his wide smile in place and went along with the rest of the scene as though nothing of the sort had even transpired.

Now at this moment in time they were flinging cider at each other for the final shot and it was quite clear to the both of them at this point that the feelings of arousal between the two were more mutual than they had intended. It wasn't until Ryan had said they had the final shot and they were handed towels to dry off that they realized the quiet yearning didn't go away after the moment had ended. The want and crave still flowed through them much like the Dixon cider in their jugs washing down their parched throats and satisfying their primal need for thirst. Awkwardness surrounded them as they spoke to the crew and they both craved escape to either a normal setting or to somewhere they could find relief. Frank had the equipment van unlocked and suggested they go change into dry clothes in there which brought forth the most perfect of opportunities for the two young and impatiently aroused YouTubers.

Slipping into the back of the large white equipment van, hesitantly at first, they both went in without rousing suspicion of any sorts. Nonchalant was certainly the way to go about these particular sessions. Ian had closed the door of the van behind him and thanked the heavens there were no side windows to rouse suspicious onlookers from peering inside. Thinking Anthony's desire would wane with the wait, Ian hurriedly began undressing and Anthony followed suit. Their bodies were still sticky underneath from the cider that had soaked through their vests and undershirts making their skin sweet to the taste. Ian looked in the dim light lustfully to his partner and Anthony moved quickly to fill the space between them, pressing himself against Ian, his body trying to merge itself with the sticky residue left behind from the cider. His open lips hovered momentarily over Ian's and his sweet heated breath fell over Ian's own mouth before coming down over him and tasting; feeling the soft non-abrasively fiery lips part to allow entry for his wandering tongue. His hands, however, began snaking around him and pulling him closer, fingers dancing over his pale supple skin and slowly running down, as each second passed, to the lower region that was beginning to engorge in blood through his desire. The heavy sound rising from Ian's throat was thick with lust and driving Anthony to even higher levels of requisite need and now he found his hand lowering itself over Ian's pulsating desire, fingers grazing at first then giving into the whimpers that filled the air when he made it known that teasing was just plain mean spirited at this point, as much as he loved to play with Ian like this. Anthony moved his mouth away finally to focus on the task-literally-at hand.

His eyes fell to himself below and he coiled his long fingers around both members, pressing them together and manipulating both in a single fashion as he began to count the slow strokes in his mind. Ian's scruffed jaw opened as a moan escaped from his pink lips, now next to Anthony's ear as he allowed the older of the two to briskly sweep his fingers and palm with quickening dexterity and acuteness. Sweat began beading across their foreheads and all over their bodies and their blood seemed to boil in the intense heat of the parked van outside their childhood playground. Anthony knew they had only minutes to spare so he worked fast, pressing his rising and sinking palm along both members and attempting to restrain the cries of pleasure from his partner by smothering his lips against his as the tension built to the highest point before the climactic release. It was mere seconds after that he felt Ian stiffen, then quiver, as the sound of sputtering was heard and the feel of drizzling liquid against Anthony's chest made it clear that Ian had indeed reached that point. Despite his exhausted partner's grip weakening against his shoulder and back, Anthony, with eyes clenched tightly shut and jaw dropped taking in large gulps of humid breath, worked his restless hand alongside Ian's now softening limping flesh and finally found himself in a perpetually heavenly moment of bliss as he entered the final stage of climax as well. The slick white substance draped a line over Ian's chest and downward to the trail of soft hair on his stomach like a broken path leading down to the focal point of the incident below. Anthony allowed the feeling to wash over him as an involuntary sly grin curved his tired lips. Ian lay against the wall with half lidded crystal eyes, seemingly content with the outcome of their fast-paced escapade, so much that he propped himself upward a little more so he could tenderly place his lips against Anthony's, this time with a less hurried urgency and a deeper passion than before. Anthony relished the moment and almost whimpered when he himself pulled away to announce they should hurry and get dressed before the crew came barging in. They both used the cider-drenched towel from before to wipe themselves down and swiftly began to dress, both shocked at how quickly they were suddenly out of the van and back on the pavement where the heat was less intense and the crew awaited their return. They both guarded the open back entrance of the van like hawks, making sure no one got near so as to allow the sweet sickly smells of sex and cider to escape into the air before loading began.

The success of their stint was sealed to its maximum level as Ian explained how they couldn't find certain articles of clothing in the back, thwarting any rousing suspicion of why they had taken more time than necessary and Anthony was, of course, accustomed to tackling any question that came his way about why they had both gone in to change at the same time and why it took longer than intended as well. It was another successful scheme that had gone according to plan thankfully without much notice and the two mentally sighed at how ridiculously easy it was to fool their friends yet again.

Primal urges now in check, Ian and Anthony were now only left with one thing to take care of:

Their sudden overwhelming thirst for something to drink.