Incidents

Ch 6: The Restaurant Incident

Tiny droplets of water trickled over Ian’s face as he stood in the shower. He wanted something, but couldn’t get it. The feeling still resided within.

Just as he and Anthony were about to make love, Anthony got an important phone call regarding the business meeting tomorrow. Ian decided to wait it out, still hoping Anthony wanted to continue afterward, but after fifteen minutes of Anthony still working out details over the phone, he gave up and decided to hop in the shower.

There was still doubt in his mind that Anthony completely wanted this, or if he did, only wanted to satisfy some kind of instinctive sexual need he couldn’t obtain because he was single again. Some part of his mind cringed at the thought of being used just as a distraction before Anthony found a new girlfriend.

But then who was he to say anything? He just recently realized his own feelings for Anthony. It hadn’t even been three days that he saw him as just a friend. How could he even decide how he wanted to continue this… whatever it was. He turned off the shower and dried himself off. He needed to talk to Anthony.

When he stepped out however Anthony was on his own bed, sleeping soundly.

What the fuck.

Ian huffed in annoyance and went to his own bed.

Seriously, Anthony? Irritated, he grabbed the sheets and yanked them across the mattress, crawling into bed. He closed his eyes, and tried to relax, but couldn’t. He turned and looked over at Anthony on the other bed who was now snoring softly.

Ian sighed in frustration and went to sleep.

~

Ian awoke to the sound of rustling around him. He groaned and flipped over when he suddenly felt something soft hit his face. His immediate reaction was to yank it off and throw it across the bed. “The hell, man?” He realized it was a T-shirt.

“Get ready, or we’ll be late,” Anthony mumbled with a toothbrush in his mouth.

“Why, what time do we have to be there?” a very disoriented Ian asked.

Anthony spat out the toothpaste into the bathroom sink. “We have about an hour,” he replied, now reading himself to fix his hair.

“Oh, good,” Ian sighed with relief. He wanted to talk to Anthony about last night. He was still a little angry with him after all.

“Oh, um, sorry about last night,” Anthony awkwardly mumbled, beating him to the subject. “I didn’t mean to leave you hanging like that, but they wouldn’t get of the damn phone. I swear, long boring phone calls just drain all my energy.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Ian replied lightly, though he felt a little irritated Anthony didn’t even bother waiting for him to at least say goodnight.

“I hope you’re not pissed or anything.”

Of course I’m not. You’re just stringing me along, satisfying your own needs and not thinking of mine.

“Oh no, it’s cool man.” Ian said with a smile. He threw on a flannel shirt over his bare chest and began rummaging through his duffel bag for socks. For a brief moment he thought he felt Anthony’s eyes on him but when he turned and looked, he had walked back into the bathroom. He quickly dismissed the thought.

~

“This is the room, right?” Ian asked as he approached the door.

“Seems like it,” Anthony replied as they stepped in.

“Well, look who it is! It’s Smosh!” A man in a business suit greeted them with a handshake. “Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Ian and Anthony from Smosh!”