50 shades of Smosh (Ianthony)

The diary

Ian got up out of bed and reached under it to retrieve his diary. Using the key he had hidden under his pillow, he opened the small box that he drilled into the underside of the bed frame. He flung open his diary and began to record everything he had felt and dreamt. The images started to flow back into his mind again as a loud moan came from his gasping throat.

"Dear diary-

I've been having strange dreams lately... about Anthony. I can't say i dislike them because i would be lying, i don't know how I feel about them. I have been Anthony's friend for so long now, why is it that i'm having these extremely sexual dreams involving him?...

I remember these dreams quite vividly as well, one minute i was chained to a wall naked!! and Anthony was right there infront of me gently tracing a whip down the front of my torso!! then Anthony was naked on all fours on my bed wearing a gimp mask and tight leather straps.. i don't really want to write down what happened next.."

"Ian! the pancakes are ready!" Anthony yelled from the kitchen.

"Sweet, i'm coming!" Ian replied as he caught the scent of freshly made pancakes.

He threw his diary onto his bed completely forgetting about the likelihood of Anthony finding it there, just on top of his bed in plain sight. He walked into the kitchen and upon seeing Anthony he realised that it was hard for him to look into his friends eyes. Ian began to feel very uncomfortable and Anthony was not unaware of this fact.

After Ian sat down at the table he realised he had a 'raging bonus' and slid closer to the table so as to conceal it from Anthonys' view.

"Hey man are you alright?" Anthony asked slowly approaching Ian with a sympathetic expression and a plate of pancakes.

"Yeah i'm fine" Ian replied forcing a smile. Anthony knew something was up with Ian but he decided to let it slide. "Okay.. uhm I need a shower, i'll be back in a sec" said Anthony after jokingly sniffing his armpit. He wandered off toward the bathroom but realised he was out of deodorant. Ian was alwaya okay with him borrowing his deodorant so he went to Ians' bedroom only to come across a strange looking book on Ians' bed. He picked it up turning it over in his hands to read the front cover... "Diary"..

Anthony sat on Ians' bed and flicked open the book to the most recent page. 

Ian had finished his pancakes and had this time managed to force down his raging erection. He walked toward his bedroom to get dressed. Upon opening his door he saw Anthony sitting on his bed holding his diary. Anthony looked up at Ian with a sudden realisation. It was hard for Ian to decipher Anthony's expression but after a while he had realised that saddness and love were present.

"Did you really dream this about me and like it?" Anthony asked Ian in slight disbelief.

"Uhmm, no that's just a joke I was working on something for our next video, you know-" but before Ian could speak any longer Anthony had thrown the diary onto the bed and raced toward him. Anthony saw fear in Ians' eyes and he liked it. He pushed Ian against the wall and closed the distance beween them. He yanked Ians wrists and held them above his head, still forcing him to the wall. The kiss was long and passionate, both of the curious men were enjoying it.

Ian desperately wanted to touch Anthony but the said man still had his wrists pressed above his head against the wall. Ian let out a moan; a sound that Anthony didn't want him to stop making. He liked the fact that Ian was aroused. Ians' penis began to grow in girth and length making a large bulge in his boxer shorts and Anthony could feel it against his leg.

Anthony suddenly realised what he was doing and that he had a girlfriend!.. he suddenly stepped away from his friend and ran to the kitchen, leaving behind a baffled Ian. He quickly grabbed his car keys and wallet and left the house. 

Ian felt so confused. "What was that?" he pondered aloud. Was Anthony leading him on, experimenting. still? or was that serious? The pain of being rejected suddenly stung at his heart and tears began to flow down his blushed cheeks. He fell to an emotional heap on the floor and crawled over to his diary. He began tearing out the pages in an emotional rage that he had never felt before.. "I'm so stupid" he yelled, still crying. "I've probably lost my best friend over this pathetic journal"