Repercussions. (Ianthony)

Night.

"One night."   

Anthony's words rattled Ian's skull as he was pushed up against the wall, a firm grip on his shoulders and force against his lower half. He was being kissed harder than he ever had in his life, his partner's tongue exploring every inch of his mouth and making him moan like no other.

"Just one. Then we'll never talk about it ever again."   

Ian was completely astounded by the events of the night. When him and Anthony had made the deal, the seemingly innocent experiment, he expected just a simple night out to eat and maybe a movie afterward. But here they were, lost in a cloud of lust in their own home.

"Fine. One night."    

Anthony released one of Ian's shoulders to reach up and run his fingers gently through his hair, slowing his kisses slightly. 

Ian's mind flashed back to exactly a week ago, when him and Anthony had been, once again, in their home they shared, discussing the obvious feelings the two displayed for each other. They'd always known how they'd felt about one another; long before they lived togehter, began working together. But they'd always agreed that being a relationship would just ruin one of the greatest friendships the world had ever seen and could be disasterous to their careers. So now, Anthony was soon going to be married to someone Ian completely despised, and Ian had been in a seemingly one-sided long-term relationship for years. 

They sat down to talk about their realtionship quite frequently, but always came to the same conclusion. There was no doubt in either of their minds that they were bisexual, and felt an obvious attraction to the other. But it was just too risky. So they always shrugged it off and pushed their desires away.

But last week, thoughts changed.

Ian returned to reality as Anthony pulled away suddenly, still gripping the back of Ian's neck and holding him against the wall. His eyes bore into Ian's, asking, begging him for more. The obvious question lingered in the air: is this wrong? Anthony looked nervous, almost guilty; same with Ian. But nonetheless, they wanted each other so bad. One careless night would mean nothing.

Anthony led him towards his bedroom, and as he laid Ian down on his bed and crawled on top of him, kissing him much more hungrily, Ian's mind drifted back to his previous thoughts.

Last week, when Ian was about to say the usual, "no, we can't be together, it just wouldn't work," Anthony stopped him.

"What if..." he started, looking down shyly. "What if we just tried it for one night? Just a test."

Ian had gone speechless, but was definitely intrigued. "A test?"

"Yeah, a test, I guess. I mean, we can get dinner, maybe come back home and watch a movie, whatever. Just... see what happens. It won't mean anything and the next day it'll be like it never happened."

Ian had bit his lip to hold back a smile. "Are you asking me on a date?"

"No," Anthony had immediately answered, looking up, but loosened after seeing that Ian clearly did not mind his proposition. "I mean... I guess. Just for one night."

Now Anthony's hands were shedding off Ian's clothes and desperately feeling all over his body, his breath hitched and whimpering. Neither of the two had expected the night to end this way, even though they both knew how bad they wanted it. 

The night had started off simple. Ian had picked up Anthony and they went out to a nice restaurant; Ian had dressed in the shirt that Anthony had told him was his favorite, and Anthony had applied a bit of extra cologne. They both enjoyed the dinner, and it definitely started out as just a friendly experience - they laughed about stupid things and discussed how both of their personal lives were going. And then on the way home, Anthony had grabbed Ian's hand. And Ian had slightly hesitated simply out of guilt; they were cheating on both of their partners, after all. But, honestly, he realized that he did not care. It was one night. So, he laced their fingers together and smiled at his best friend.