I Can Beat It!

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Note: I got the inspiration to write this from another fanfic. If you do not like Ian Hecox or Anthony Padilla, Smosh, or Ianthony, you may as well leave now before it's too late. And to Kalina, happy really late birthday! :) Hope you guys enjoy! 

(Also note, I wasn't intending to upload this juust, yet but it seems like I had no choice. Stupid impatience, but #yolo!1! And please correct my grammar mistakes (bare with me since I haven't written fan fiction in a long time) if I so happen to have any, thank you!)

Anthony had slowly awoken from a deep sleep, prodding into the pillow given to him by Ian to share for the night. The hour of darkness hadn't ended yet as Anthony realized, turning from the cushion of the couch to the lit television screen of a darkened living room. Below the tv was the time and Anthony squinted and muttered, not necessarily upset, but tired: "2 o'clock, really?" Not only was the TV lit at this time of night, but so were the eyes of his boyfriend who was syncing in to the next round of a Super Mario game. The tall brunette yawned on the couch, shifting under a light blanket to reach the concentrated man on the floor.

"Not now dude!" Ian protested, stammering his fingers away on a golden WiiU controller. He didn't even realize the second tap spree on his shoulder when all he wanted to do was lead Mario to his destination. "I need to get pass this level, it's been killing me." Anthony lifted an eyebrow, looking at the amateur play a round of Mario horridly as usual. Instead of bothering Ian again, Anthony sighed, kind of regretting that he lent his boyfriend an addicting game he just wasn't good at in the first place. Either way, he had decided to shrug it off and join Ian on the floor, head onto his shoulder and knees parted behind his bottom.

Anthony was familiar with the level as he's finished this game for like what, the 100th time? He was better off helping Ian and maybe getting a treat for it rather than sitting back and watching the play. And as usual, Ian wasn't paying attention to the arms that reached around under his own to his stomach. "Do you need some help?" Anthony mumbled by Ian's ear, tilting his head with his eye lids close to shutting again. Ian was caught by surprise for a second after realizing Anthony was behind him, yet he still shook his head and went back to playing, "No, I don't need any help."

"Oh, come on," Anthony pursuaded him, then looked at the flashing TV where Mario just hit another shroom again. He shook his head, "Y'see that? Rookie mistakes man, give me a try." Ian shook his head and huffed, trying to ignore Anthony's whining at his incidents before finally giving in. "There, happy?"

"Well duhh." Anthony said happily, gripping onto the control while keeping his fingers right where he needed them to be. Ian stared at the screen, watching his obviously skilled boyfriend hop and run at the exact time he had to. How he could do it? Ian would never know. Besides, he found it pretty cool to have a gamer boyfriend to brag about, so he studied the movements of Anthony's fingers and his attentive face. At some point, Anthony let out a laugh once he shot a fireball at the last enemy, making his way to the flag. "Beat that, pirahna plants!" Ian chuckled and unconsciously licked his lips, now directing his thoughts to Anthony rather than the game.

Suddenly, Ian didn't really care if Anthony didn't hand him the controller and instead made it to the next level for him. Something about Anthony's chest pressed to his upper back and his boyfriend's arms vibrating due to the intensity of the game was more alarming to him. Ian tried his best to focus on the screen instead of how Anthony felt against him from behind, but he couldn't help it now, especially after hearing Anthony's satisfied groan after finishing this current round. He had to admit it, it felt pretty good having a gamer boyfriend, for more reasons than one.

Then, he became aware of the sudden warmth that edged from his waist to his crotch. Ian tugged lightly at Anthony's black t-shirt sleeve so he wouldn't piss him off. "Uh, Anthony?" Ian mumbled, "I kind of have a-"