Runaway

Anthony stormed out of his house with a suitcase in hand and tears on his face. He furiously walked down the empty, cold street as he zipped up his jacket and shivered a bit. He pulled out his phone and checked the time as the bright light hit his face, making him squint a bit. 10:47 PM, he knew Ian was still awake. He speed-dialed his number and pressed the cold screen against his face.

"Hey Ian, it's me." Anthony said, trying to conceal the shrivel tone in his voice as there were still teardrops running down his toned face.

"Hey, man. What's up? Is everything ok?" Ian asked questionably worried.

"Not really...can I spend the night again?" Anthony sighed.

"Of course. I'll go set up the mattress."

"Thanks Ian, you're the best." Anthony smiled; Ian was always there for him.

"It's no problem. You're always welcome here. I'll see you in a bit then."

"Yeah, I'm almost to your street. See you." Anthony hung up his phone and placed it into his back pocket.

He then remembered that there were still tear-streaks on his face and quickly undid his jacket and wiped away the streaks on his face with his navy blue shirt. He knew Ian wouldn't buy it, but it was worth a shot. After he did the best that he could of getting the tears off, he zipped his jacket up again, for a cold breeze just whisked past him. He loved that it was finally getting colder and not hot all day. Sometimes, he hated the California heat.

He walked up to Ian's front door step and was about to knock when Ian opened the door and smiled widely.

"Hey, I heard you walk up the porch, so I thought I'd beat you to the door." Ian chuckled.

Anthony smiled and giggled a bit. Ian stepped aside and let Anthony in, shutting the door behind him to lock out the cool autumn air.

Anthony started walking to Ian's room; he had been over so many times that he had memorized where everything was. He gently placed his stuff down on Ian's bed while Ian followed behind him and turned up the dim light.

"So I couldn't find an-" Ian stopped himself as Anthony turned around to face him with his concealed tear-streaked face.

"Anthony, what happened? Were you crying? Did you have another..." Ian stepped closer, sympathetically patting Anthony's shoulder. Anthony looked down and shifted his feet around.

"...yeah, another family issue." Anthony finished.

He suddenly felt the need to cry again, as memories of just an hour ago swarmed his mind. The yelling, the hitting, the screaming, and worst of all, the betrayal. His mother just watched silently as his father abused his mentally and physically. She was hurting him just as much as his father; by doing nothing to stop it. He had had enough and packed his suitcase with all of his necessary items and announced they could finally carry on with their happy lives, without him in it.

Before Anthony could finish reminiscing on the violence, Ian stepped in and gave him a big bear hug. Anthony was not sure of the unfamiliar feeling. Ian rarely ever hugged him; the last time they hugged was a few months ago when Anthony leaned in and hugged Ian from winning the cross country race. It was short and quick, although he still felt like he wanted to feel more of Ian's warm skin, even though he was all sweaty, he didn't mind it one bit.

He immediately melted into the actual hug that was happening and wrapped his arms around Ian's waist. Before Anthony could catch himself, he found himself crying into Ian's neck and shoulder. A rush of blood quickly ran to his face as he realized he was literally crying into his best friend. He was sure that Ian would pull away from his tears soaking his sheer shirt and soft skin, but instead Ian began patting and rubbing his back lightly while drawing small circles by his wing-bones. Anthony smiled to himself and felt more relaxed already. He lightly rested his head against Ian's shoulder as he closed his eyes in bliss at the nice feeling of Ian soothing him.

He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but he liked it. He felt safe, secure, protected, and most of all, happy. He'd never felt this way before ever. Maybe it was love? He would've never known, his parents never expressed that feeling towards him.

His crying started slowing down, and so did Ian's relaxation movements. They both pulled away slowly, while Ian shot him a sympathetic grin. Anthony smiled back and kissed his cheek quickly.

"I really needed that. Thanks Ian. You're the best." Anthony smiled.

"Sure, n-no problem." Ian said with a shakiness in his voice, he wondered why Anthony kissed him, but he would bring it up later when Anthony wasn't so torn apart.

Ian would usually have an air mattress for Anthony to sleep on whenever he would stay for the night; which had been becoming more and more often every time. Although, Ian accidentally spilled soda on it and was sitting in the Laundromat down the block.

"Oh hey Anthony, I forgot that the mattress is at the cleaners. So, do you just want to sleep in my bed tonight with me?" Ian did have a queen sized bed, and wondered why they hadn't done this before. He was actually hoping Anthony would say yes.

"Alright, sounds great," Anthony smiled, "but I still like to sleep in my boxers. Is that cool?"

"Same here, it's all good." Ian started to take off his shirt in front of Anthony, and noticed him staring.

I wonder why Anthony is staring at me like that. He's never down that before...as a matter of fact, he's been acting awfully strange tonight. It's probably just his family problems getting to his head, it's nothing I should concerned about.

Ian noticed that Anthony was in complete awe at Ian's chest. He couldn't take his eyes off his thin, toned torso. He never noticed how iridescent his skin looked in this lighting. What the hell am I doing? This is my best friend. I can't be thinking this...or can I? His thoughts were erased from his mind the minute Ian took off his jeans. He was staring right at his crotch, as his member started beating against the fabric of his jeans.

He blushed a dark shade and started changing himself. He quickly threw off his t-shirt and jeans and swiftly slid under the covers to hide his already half-erect bulge.

This is fucking insane. Why is this happening when I think of Ian? I don't even get hard this easily when I'm watching porn.

Ian jogged to the other side of the room and clicked off the switch to the light. Anthony felt the bed shift as Ian pulled down the covers and climbed into bed. The only light source was the pale blue light from his window. It shone perfect on Ian's demented face, and he couldn't resist scooting a little closer and placing a hand on his cheek. Ian's mouth slightly opened while looking directly into Anthony's dark café eyes.

"Anthony, what are you doing?" Ian asked quietly.

He only scooted even closer, their faces merely centimeters apart, their warm breath hitting each-other's faces.

"Whatever you want me to." Anthony breathed.

"I want you to kiss me." Ian blurted out loud, not realizing that his mind had spoken before he could actually process what he just said.

Anthony slowly started moving closer until their lips finally met. Ian stayed still for a few moments while Anthony's soft lips moved over his. He still couldn't believe that this was actually happening. He started kissing him back, knowing that Anthony was probably getting confused. In response, Anthony grazed his cheek lightly and brushed his thumb along the inner part of his face. Ian removed one hand from under the covers and gently placed it onto the back of Anthony's neck, pulling him in closer.

Anthony felt Ian smile half-way through the kiss, making him feel happy. After a few minutes of lovingly kissing each-other, their lips reluctantly separated whilst their eyes opened to half-lids. They both smiled at each-other, while Ian made the first move and wrapped his long arm around Anthony's hips; pulling his entire body closer to him so that every part of them was affectionately touching.

Soon after, Ian's smile morphed into a frown as he looked down at the covers. Is this Anthony's sympathy side wanting me? Did he only kiss me because of his family problems? Anthony noticed the hurt look in Ian face, so he reached his left hand over, tilting his chin up slightly so that they were looking into each-other's eyes again.

"Ian, what's wrong? Do you regret this? I'm so sorry if I influenced you in any way..." Anthony started to turn over but Ian stopped him by grasping his waist and pulling him back to his original position.

"No, it's not that at all. And you shouldn't be apologizing, I was the one who asked for you to kiss me. I have actually been wanting this for awhile...But my concern is that, why is it that tonight you decided to make a move? Why not last night when you slept over at my house, or the one before that, or before that...," Ian drifted off but still found that Anthony's eyes were glued to his. "...I know you have a lot of issues at home almost every night, but tonight's was worse than the others, wasn't it?"

Anthony broke their stare and looked down while nodding slightly; feeling the bruise on his right arm.

"I could tell by your tears," Ian reached over and brushed away the tear-stains on Anthony's cheek, "but since tonight's was worse than the others, that gives a perfectly good excuse to kiss your best friend to erase the pain for a few moments." Ian softly removed his hand from his cheek.

Anthony sighed at the loss of the warm feeling of Ian's hand on his cold, fragile face. Anthony took Ian by the arms and kissed them both lightly, then looked up into Ian's ocean-blue eyes.

"Ian, you have no idea of how wrong you are. This is absolutely not what you're thinking. I've wanted to do this for such a long time, but I always thought that you were straight. I swear it, this is not a one-time thing. I just figured since I pretty much lost everything tonight but you, that tonight was the night." Anthony's pale face gleamed at Ian's; waiting for a response he hoped would benefit the both of them.

Ian said nothing at first, but gradually started moving in closer, removing the gap between their yearning lips. Anthony felt that warm feeling again, he craved it. He figured out that the more he tugged Ian closer, the more he felt Ian's soft hands graze his waist, the more that anything they did together at this moment made him feel better and better every second.

After awhile, they're kiss got more passionate. Ian pleadingly licked Anthony's bottom lip, his tongue wanting entrance to his mouth. Anthony happily obliged and opened his mouth so that their tongues glided against each-other so in sync, he could've sworn it was almost rehearsed.

Ian moaned silently as Anthony bit down on his lip and tugging back a bit. Ian pulled their faces back together as Ian forcefully shoved his tongue into his mouth, making Anthony gasp in surprise and pleasure. Ian soon felt his cock press against his boxers right as Anthony moaned again; this was turning Ian on so much. They broke their kiss and stared at each-other, gasping for breath.

"What's going to happen tomorrow?" Ian asked between breaths.

Anthony remembered why in the first place he came to stay with Ian. He had nowhere else to go. He glanced over at his suitcase across the room and wondered why he even packed his things. Anthony started to feel tears in his eyes but immediately sniffled them back, not wanting Ian to think of him like this...again.

Ian noticed the hurt look on his face and took his hands in his. He repeated what Anthony had done earlier and kissed them both lightly. Ian smiled up at Anthony and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"Anthony, I love you. Stay with me. Here. My parents won't mind at all. You were already over here 24-7. I would never want you going back to your house, no matter what. I can't stand to see people hurting you; no person has the right to do that to you. Tomorrow morning I'll go with you to get the rest of your stuff. And I promise, you won't ever have to go back there again." Ian smiled widely as Anthony reflected back.

"I love you too, Ian. You have no idea how grateful I am to you, I can't thank you enough. You're the bestest fri-...boyfriend ever." Anthony blushed quite a lot and looked down while smiling to himself.

Ian grinned ear to ear and started spooning his amazing boyfriend. Anthony closed his eyes and snuggled closer to him as Ian started to rub his arm gently. Anthony then knew that Ian and him love each-other dearly; even though they had been hiding it for years. He also knew that Ian is the only person who loves him, and he can't let him go.