"Anthony, please, stop," you said between laughs. You were currently sitting on the couch that you and the guys Air B&B'd for the weekend in L.A. Anthony was tickling you because you stole his phone and wouldn't give it back.
"Not, until you give me my phone back," he said continuing to tickle you to death, it seemed.
"I can't when you keep tickling me," you said breathing hard.
"Y/N, just give him the phone; we can't even hear the movie," Griffin said.
"Oh, shut up," you replied. Getting up, you ran to the bedroom with Anthony's phone in your hand.
"Y/N!" Anthony called as he chased after you. He tackled you onto the bed, trapping you beneath his arms. The look in his eyes showed that he wasn't playing games anymore.
"Antho-" you started, but you were stopped short when Anthony's lips crashed onto yours. His kiss was rough and demanding, and it was doing wild things to you. Your hands immediately wound into his hair pulling slightly. A gasp left his lips as you flipped him over.
"Okay, that was unbelievably hot," he breathed as you stooped your head down to leave a trail of kisses from his jaw to his collarbone. He grabbed your head and pulled it up to place his lips on yours again. His hands moved onto your waist and under your shirt causing you to gasp at the sudden movement. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He started to slowly inch your shirt up right as the door swung open.
"Oh my god! My eyes! My poor innocent eyes," Payton screamed and turned to Chase.
"Man, calm down," Chase said to Payton shooting Anthony a thumbs up as he guided Payton away.
"Shut up, Chase," you yelled down the hallway which then earned a laugh from him.
You collapsed onto Anthony giggling slightly. "You still haven't given me my phone," he said tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear.
Propping your chin up on his chest, "To be honest, I have no clue where it went." So, you two spent the next ten minutes trying to find the phone that you lost when all that happened.
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A/N: fan art is mine!!!
