Anthony's Addiction (Ianthony)

Chapter Four: Breaking Point

A/N: I’ve been trying to get out of the habit of writing short chapters so here you go.

Anthony got up slightly earlier than usual, hoping to quickly dart into the kitchen for some food and then hide in his room. He wasn’t mad at Ian or anything, despite how irritating and slightly smothering he was being. It was mainly the fact that he didn’t want to talk about what happened the previous night in the closet. To anyone else it wouldn’t be a major issue but the more Anthony thought about it, the more he wished he could press the rewind button. All that stood out to him in his memory was how their chests had been pressed against each other, the way his heart had been thumping…he was treading on dangerous ground. What happened had been completely normal, well, except for when he thought Ian was going to have the pry the 3DS from his hands. He would have liked to see him try. Anthony couldn’t help smiling in spite of himself; he knew he was being ridiculous. 

“Why are you so happy, Mr Grumpy Pants?” Ian looked amused as he walked past. Anthony had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t even hear Ian enter the kitchen and immediately looked down at his Lucky Charms, his cheeks reddening.

He swallowed a mouthful of cereal and looked up at Ian with a smirk forming on his face. “I was just thinking about what I’m gonna do to your mom later.”

Ian shook his head and laughed. “One of these days I’m gonna tell her about your sick fantasies,” he said. 

“You know she’ll love it. I’m a huge turn on,” Anthony grinned. He was just buying time though, until Ian remembered to have a ‘talk’ with him. 

“Why do I even put up with you?” Ian sighed as he turned away to start making his tea. 

Anthony merely shrugged. “I’m the only one who can put up with your shit.”

The conversation went quiet as the loud whine of the kettle filled the room. Ian turned his attention back to the counter and started getting some toast ready, oblivious to the fact that Anthony was watching his every move. Anthony knew he was being slightly creepy but he couldn’t help staring, or “observing” for a better word. It always amused him when Ian had to stand on his tiptoes to reach the items on the higher shelf, paying special attention to the way his shirt rode up his back and exposed the pale smooth skin. He never missed an opportunity to offer his help when they were standing in that space together, mainly to tease Ian rather than to actually make his life any easier. Ian never seemed to mind though; it would be weird if their friendship didn’t consist of constant teasing and digging at each other. 

Much to Anthony’s disappointment, Ian was just finishing up and he reluctantly turned his eyes back to his own breakfast in order to avoid any awkward eye contact. His cereal had become a colourful mush which didn’t look particularly appetising. He stirred the sugary mixture around for a few times before dropping the spoon out of disinterest. Ian’s food looked way nicer at that moment in time, even if it was just plain old toast.  Ian gave him a strange look as he sat down opposite him. “You’re not hungry?”

“My food looks gross and I’m too lazy to get up and find something else,” Anthony pushed the bowl towards Ian so he could get a better look at it. 

“Eat it faster next time,” Ian said and started biting into his own breakfast. 

Anthony decided to try his luck. He was hungry after all. “Ian?” he whined, dragging out each letter in the same manner as a child. 

“What?” Ian mimicked his tone.

“I’m trying to be a better person and have therefore decided to help you out with your food,” Anthony smiled innocently.