StepBrothers -Ianthony ~ (BoyXBoy) ~

Chapter 78

Anthony felt unusually awake the next day, he couldn't feel an inch of sleep wanting to lure inside of him.

Ian was drowsy yet he was as awake as Anthony was. They'd been lazy for the last two hours, sprawling across the couch and watching movies. They sat in comfortable silence, no jokes or anything. They held each other, close to each one of their bodies. Ian lay against Anthony's chest, inhaling the soft scent of cologne and shaving cream.

Anthony's chin was smooth once again, no stubble scratching Ian's chin as they kissed. Ian stared at the tv, his eyes wide open and focused. Anthony kept his eyes on Ian's hair, his eyes describing to himself what each strand of hair meant to him. Weird, right? He thought so too.

Ian blinked a couple times as he felt a stare burning in the back of his head, turning his gaze to two giant brown eyes staring down at him making his widen. "Hm?" Ian had hummed softly like he was truly confused to why Anthony was looking at him like that.

Anthony let a small smile form on his face, his soft, glowing brown eyes mixing with the ocean water in Ian's. "Just admiring." He whispered, his hand brushing against Ian's cheek, Ian softly nuzzling to the touch.

He let his fingers push through Ian's hair like a rake through leaves, pushing up strands of hair in different places and aspects. "Admiring the beautiful angel before me." Anthony cooed, a sly grin following.

Ian stayed silent, his eyes meeting the golden flakes in Anthony's eyes, speckling the beautiful brown eyes that he owned. "You have pretty eyes." Ian said quietly, looking into the romantic pupils meeting his own.

Anthony gave Ian a soft smirk, his hand pushing away the strands and landing behind Ian's ear. "They are? Well that's sweet of you to say." Anthony said softly, staring back into Ian's beautiful blue eyes.

Ian felt heat slowly burn into his cheeks, causing his lips to go dry. "I'm glad it makes you happy." Ian said shyly, his eyes threatening to dart up and meet Anthony's eyes again.

Anthony let dimples plummet into his cheeks as a grin flew wider, his hand caressing Ian's cheek. "You're so cute, I love when you don't show your feelings, it makes you mysterious, attractive." Anthony mumbled, rubbing his thumb over Ian's brow, gently pressing at the end.

Ian covered his face and gripped Anthony's hand lightly. "My emotions are quiet and nervous, I don't like them getting out." Ian whined, poking Anthony's arms a couple times to show the conversation had become awkward from talking about his feelings.

Anthony smiled and held Ian's hands gently, waving them slowly around, a soft humming tune lingering in his throat. "You're so adorable, let me cuddle you, Ianbear." Anthony cooed slowly, pulling Ian onto his lap with a swift move and began touching all over. He touched Ian's arms, legs, waist, hips, thighs, everything. And Ian was secretly enjoying the amount of touch he had been given, his face showing embarrassment and pleasure all at the same time, which Anthony knew Ian would be fond of.

Anthony gently picked up Ian's hand, examining it fully and letting his eyes wander across his soft pale skin, which was much different from Anthony's, which was tan. Ian stared at his own hand, looking at the paleness that covered his fingers, then he saw Anthony's eyes watching his, a small smile on his face.

Ian felt his pale cheeks slowly fade into redness and heat. Anthony let one of his own smiles form on his face as he squinted and took his hand forward to stroke Ian's bottom lip with his thumb, seeing Ian's eyes become glossy. "Love, can I do something?" Anthony cooed, curiosity filling his own mind as his bright brown eyes shown wonder and happiness.

Ian kept his eyes on him as he gave a soft nod, his eyebrows gently curving into an upside down moon. "How so?" He asked with a small voice, his hand still connected to Anthony's.

"Close your eyes and listen to my voice." Anthony whispered, Ian slowly letting his eye lids drop closed. He felt his hand slowly be laid back onto his lap, a feeling hitting his neck, a soft air brushing his jawline. "Now. I want you to imagine, alright? Imagine the hardest you can." Anthony cooed, not letting his hands touch Ian.

Ian nodded gently and leaned his head back to let his mind imagine and zone out as Anthony spoke to him.

He then started hearing Anthony's calm voice echo his aura.

"Imagine your getting dressed in your room. Your hair styled and the brightest of brown. Your hand clear of any impurities." Ian began imagining, he was in his room, putting on a shirt and some pants, looking at his bright caramel hair.

Anthony continued his voice becoming softer and quieter. "You see your eyes, they're blue, so blue. You notice you have a shining item in your hair, a pin." Ian furrowed his eyebrows as he imagined himself wearing pins, he was confused but didn't object.

Anthony breathed through his nose as he spoke, his fingers intertwining. "You hear a noise, downstairs. You go and check, each footstep echoing behind you. You finally reach the kitchen, there's a card sitting on the table." Anthony whispered, his eyes watching Ian tenderly and intensely.

Ian stared into oblivion, his eyes meeting a red folded card neatly standing on the table, his name written on the front.

"You walk to the card, open it and look inside. It says, 'I know you love dairy and I know you hate wasabi, but I wanted to know if will you marry and be by me. I know this is crappy and it kinda sucks, but you make me so happy and you are my luck. I want to take your hand, say my vows, will you be my sand where there are no cows?' What do you do?" Anthony closed his lips as a smile threatened to break.

Ian let an involuntary smile brighten his face as he opened one eye, Anthony quickly reacting. "No opening! Close it!" Anthony chuckled, as Ian closed the eye.

"I would smile as wide as I could, look around and look for you if you weren't standing behind me." Ian blushed a warm chuckle following. "What's this all ab-" Anthony quickly cut him off by laying a kiss on his lips.

"Would you say yes if I did?"

"Of course, Anthony."

"That's all I needed to know." Anthony gave a sly smile.