Drunk words, Sober thoughts - Ianthony

"Dude, this is great." All work, editing, anything, everything was put aside. There in the living room sat Ian and Anthony, contently seated on the floor with a case of beer next to them. Around them were a few empty cans here and there. It was a bit later at night, probably nine o' clock, Ian would of guessed.

He wasn't exactly the most focused or clear-minded at the moment, as Ian had a little too much to drink that night. Anthony was also slightly intoxicated; it was clearly noticeable he had alcohol in his system. His crispy brown eyes were a bit glassy, normally rosy cheeks much redder. "Mhm." Ian gave a hum of acknowledgement as he gulped down the beer he held. After all of the filming they had done, Anthony suggested they relaxed a little by themselves and a lonely case of beer beside them. The only thing Ian felt like doing at the moment was this, spending some time with his best friend. He heard the brunette just a few centimeters across from him on the floor with his legs criss-crossed make a joke, a stupid joke that he giggled at anyways.

"Anth.." His glassy azure eyes rested on Anthony, a small smile spread across his face. "You know what?" The question lingered in the warm air for a few moments as Anthony finished yet another can. "Hm.. what?"

Ian instinctively scooted closer. "You're my best friend. Always have been, always will be." The words flowed out softly, passionately. Drinking had the effect on him, almost all of his thoughts came out simply and without hesitation. "Like.." He hiccupped in between his words, "since high school. I could tell you anything, man! I trust you with my whole life!"

As he spoke, Anthony seemed to listen to Ian's babbling intently and silently. "We're like.. a team, I guess. Ya know, I'm so glad I met you.." He went on and suddenly went quiet. Anthony pressed his index finger against Ian's lips delicately, his glazed half-lidded eyes gazing at Ian in front of him. Ian felt his face flush a darker red. A few seconds passed and Anthony suddenly smiled, a little giggle escaping from his lips. "Mm.. Ian.." His jovial expression then turned into what he thought was a hint of a smirk.

"I love you." Ian shook his head, the heat rushing to his face again. His heart thudded and his hazy mind tried to interpret what he had said. If anything, Anthony wasn't thinking straight, of course he didn't mean it. Hell, Anthony was most likely more drunk than Ian was. "Y-you're drunk..!" The bearded man retorted. As much as Ian didn't believe Anthony meant' it, somewhere in his somewhat tipsy mind, he wanted to believe that he did.

The smirk on Anthony's face fell into an almost drop-dead serious look. Slightly startled, Ian went quiet again. "Shut up." His voice was a hushed whisper now. Ian felt a hand on his chin that slowly pulled him closer, their lips only centimeters apart. Maybe if he wasn't drunken at that very moment, he would of pulled back and hesitated but there was no hesitation between the two.

Their lips met and moved slowly, a long kiss that went on for longer than intended. Ian couldn't help but shudder at the feel of Anthony's lips against his own, soft and gentle. Neither of them bothered to break it, but Ian took it upon himself to carefully pull away. A long silence filled the air, but Ian only gave Anthony a small smile despite the mixed feelings of perplexity and bliss that all came at once. "Don't tell anyone."