StepBrothers -Ianthony ~ (BoyXBoy) ~

Chapter 80

Ian stared angrily at a wall, his lips pouted and his arms crossed.

"Ian, come on!" Anthony groaned, watching Ian putting on his pouty face. "I didn't mean to!"

Ian looked to Anthony and scowled. "You ruined my favorite shirt!" Ian whimpered, his eyes softening.

Anthony groaned, his brown eyes darkening. "I said I was sorry, it wasn't my fault you made hot chocolate!" He walked over and patted Ian's cheek gently. "I didn't mean to."

Ian whimpered and stood up. "You spit it right in my direction! It looks like poop splattered right onto my stomach!" Ian gestured to his shirt that sat on the table, dotted with brown.

Anthony covered his mouth to keep a small laugh from moving from his mouth. Ian's fits were honestly hilarious and adorable, it made Anthony want to talk to him like he was a tiny child. He saw Ian's pouted lips and sighed, walking over to hug Ian's waist.

"You're smiling!" Ian gasped, his eyebrows furrowing. Anthony smirked and felt his crows feet crinkle by his eyes.

"Oh no~ you better not smile, Ian! Don't you smile!" Anthony teased like Ian was a child, his fingers tickling Ian's sides.

"A-Anthoneee-!" Ian squealed as a wide grin was slapped onto his face as he noticed the ticklish nerves being irritated as he started to squirm around. "N-No-eeeee!"

Anthony grinned widely and picked Ian up, his palms hoisting the back of Ian's thighs as he kissed his lips. "You're so cute. I'm really sorry." Anthony cooed, staring up at Ian with sparkling eyes.

Ian rolled his eyes and kissed Anthony's nose. "Okay, I forgive you." Ian smiled and hugged around Anthony's neck gently as he wrapped his legs around his waist. "You're lucky I love you, because if I didn't...you still would've gotten a silent treatment!"

Anthony only smiled, damn Ian was so adorable.

They flinched when they heard a knock at the door. "Oh- I'll get it." Anthony mumbled as he sat Ian down and walked over to the door, murmuring gibberish. He opened the door and groaned.

"Hi, would you do an honor in buying girl scout cookies for the Strawberry Scouts?" A tiny girl in a pink outfit asked. She looked up at Anthony with big green eyes, a tiny smile plastered on her face.

Anthony kept an annoyed expression and rubbed his face. "You know what- sure." Anthony mumbled, walking over to the kitchen to grab their stash of money.

Ian looked over at the girl and waved politely. He quickly paused as she raised her pointer finger and dragged it across her neck as she made an evil expression. Ian widened his eyes and rolled his eyes.

"Okay- one box of..Ian what cookies do you want?" Anthony looked to Ian who quickly flinched and smiled.

"Thin mints please!" Ian chirped, smirking at the girl as Anthony handed her the money. She scowled and smiled cutely as she handed him the box.

She folded her hands neatly over her lap as she leaned on one leg. How old was she, like a 20 year old stuffed into a 10 year old?

"So, would you like to buy anything else?" The girl winked at Anthony and he grimaced. "I'm Angie, by the way." She puckered her lips.

"And...bye." Anthony stepped back and shut the door, locking it.

The girl huffed and stomped away angrily as he pulled her cart of boxed cookies down the sidewalk, an angry pout on her face.

Anthony shook his head and handed the box to Ian, smiling softly. "Kids these days, you know you're mine right?" Anthony murmured into Ian's ear, smiling.

"Of course, that's why I didn't get jealous!" Ian grinned joyfully and wrapped his arms around Anthony's neck, sneaking a cookie as they hugged.

Anthony laughed softly as he heard Ian's munching in his ear. "Someone's hungry." Anthony cooed, pulling away to see dark brown crumbs on Ian's cheeks.

"Numph-um!" Ian fought muffled, his puffed cheeks turning bright red. Anthony smiled and kissed Ian's scrunched lips.

"Okay cutie." Anthony whispered, wiping the crumbs from Ian's cheeks and kissing each cheek. Ian swallowed the cookie and laid his head on Anthony's chest.

"I feel like this is all a dream, am I dreaming?" Ian whispered weakly, softly nomming onto another cookie, slightly looking up at Anthony.

"It's all real, baby." Anthony whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Ian's forehead. "I promise."

Ian smiled softly and leaned up to press a soft kiss to Anthony's lips. "You want a cookie?"

Anthony held up a hand and smiled. "Strictly Samoas." He chuckled and stroked Ian's eyebrow.

"Damn, these are so better!" Ian shook his head in disappointment as he wagged the cookie in the air.

Anthony grinned and sighed softly, shaking his head. "You wanna watch a movie?" Anthony murmured, gently carrying Ian to the couch and sitting down. He turned on a movie and leaned back.

He heard crunches every so often that came from Ian. He stared out the window, blinds covered it but the part where you could see outside was where his eyes stayed. It was windy, real windy. It whistled against the glass and he suddenly saw a shadow pass by.

Ian flinched in his arms, causing him to look down. "What happened?" Anthony whispered.

"Sorry- I feel kinda sick." Ian mumbled, gently standing up. "I'm just gonna go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a bit- or less..or longer. Either way- stay here!" Ian said the last part frantically, he didn't need his boyfriend hearing inhumanly sounds coming from the bathroom.

Anthony nodded gently as Ian rushed to the bathroom, his breath slowing down. "Hmm.." He gently got up and stretched. "Might as well make some popcorn."

He gently went to the kitchen and grabbed the packet of kernels, popping it into the microwave.

He looked over as a knock plummeted at the door. He walked over, looking out the window.