Just The Usual ~ Ianthony

Chapter 11

Anthony let me borrow some of his clothes and let me tell you, they were at least ten times more comfortable than any of my pajamas as well as ten times too large. I didn't mind it being too big though.

I had now dropped onto his couch and had my head resting lazily against the arm of it. Yes. I had a habit of making myself at home.

Anthony didn't care. At least I didn't think he did. He smiled at me, that cheeky little smile which always caused me to blush. I dont know why he did that to me all the time. It was like he knew what he was doing!

I gave him a sleepy smile back and said through a yawn. "Thank you for giving me some clothes and a shower."

"You're very welcome, Ian." He took a seat in front of me in a comfortable looking arm chair. His smirk was still on his face and I secretly damned him. Why did someone's smile have to he so irresistible... Especially to absolutely straight males!

Anthony looked at me with one raised eyebrow as if he had a million questions to ask me.

I lifted my head off the couch, blinking just so I stayed awake. Sure, it was only 5:30pm or so but I'm still a teenager. I need my sleep!

"What?" I asked. Why was he staring at me. Did I have something on my face.

He chuckled against the hand that was rubbing his lightly stubbled chin. "Ian. I'm going to ask you a question. Can you answer it 100% truthfully?"

My stomach twisted in nerves. I felt like I was in an exam for Christ sake! I already was put through all that sh*t in high school. I'm aint going back! "U-um...sure." I said.

I was so urgent to hear what he was going to ask so I sat up with questioning eyes. What could he possibly want to know?

"Are you...interested in men?" Anthony asked in a slightly bored tone, his eyes straying away to look at his nails. He asked it as if it was the most casual thing to ask!

Was he out of his mind. My nerves bubbled up inside of me unpleasantly and I felt my cheeks sting from the blush. "W-what?! No!" I scoffed nervously. I wasn't...gay. Was I? I think I would know if I was a homosexual!

"Tell me honestly, how straight do you think you are? Because You're not fooling anyone." He said, meeting my gaze as his deep mysterious brown eyes flashed.

Was it possible I fell asleep on his couch and I'm not having some idiotic dream? I was at a complete lost for words.

I just sat there in confusion over my own answer and absolute embarrassment from being put on the spot so suddenly.

"Are you sexually attracted to men?" He repeated, this time rising to his feet. His smile grew, just as his hair fell in the sexiest way possible across his brow that I could have gasped.

I jumped up, quickly and nervously brushing my hair from my face with a shakey hand. I was blushing like an idiot and I didn't want to lie to Anthony! "I-I really must be going." I stammered, trying not to sprint to the door like a mad man.

Why was it so hard to talk to this man! Of course I'm sure of myself. I wasn't...gay.

"But I want an answer now." He whispered, taking my wrist between firm yet gentle fingers.

Somehow I ended up against the wall with my hands pinned on it as well. My eyes widened in fear and anxiousness. What the hell did he think he was doing? Gosh...he was so attractive right now- I mean! Darn my dillusional brain.

"I want it now." He whispered again and my body gave way to a shiver. I was...pleasant and I never knew it could be, that's why I blushed. I wasn't cold! So why did I shiver? I was trembling like a freaking rag doll because I was so terrified of his bewitching good looks and ability to shut me up. I had lost my words completely. 

Anthony must have noticed because his smile faded very slightly. "Hey...there's no need to look so startled. I already know the answer." He said quietly, our faces now inches apart.

Could this be my first kiss?

I was glad somebody knew the answer. Because I certainly didn't.