Seriously Though, Black Olive Pizza Is The Only Way To Go
Anthony had just finished recording a game of 'Would You Rather (IRL!)' with Adam when there was a knock on the door. Bolting up, Anthony sprinted over to the door, nearly running into it. He pulled it open wildly and grinned at the faces of Steven, the other Anthony, and John. Before he could say anything, however, Steven grabbed him by the hand, green eyes whispering that they needed to talk as the shorter of the two pulled them both to the other end of the apartment. When they reached the door Anthony's room, he stared down at Steven, curious as to why they were there. Steven stayed quiet, letting Anthony's hand go free, before hugging him tightly, his arms wrapped around Anthony's waist. Anthony let a quiet chuckle slip, hugging back gently.
"I see you missed me?" Steven nodded, mumbling something, his face pressed into Anthony's chest. Anthony lightly squeezed the other in his arms, before pulling away.
"We should get back before Smarty starts tweeting that we're having sex, Ze." Steven laughed lightly.
"Alrighty, but only for you, Anth." Anthony's eyes shone at the nickname, and he strode back into the living room, Steven skipping after him.
"So, how are the rest of you?", Anthony asked, to be met with silence from GaLm, who was putting away alcohol he and Smarty had brought, Smarty, who was typing something on his phone and standing in the middle of the doorway, and Adam, who was staring at his respective phone, a twitching smile on his face. Finally, Smarty whispered, looking up at Anthony and Steven.
"The bromance is real." Anthony let out an awkward laugh, before pulling out his phone. He immediately checked twitter, Steven looking at his screen from behind him. Sure enough, Smarty had taken a picture of the two of them hugging from down the hallway. Brow furrowing, Anthony's fingers moved quickly to reply snarkily.
'@tehsmarty @zeroyalviking the gay challenge has begun ;D'
Steven snorted, rolling his eyes as he walked away.
After everything was set up, the five of them decided to vlog a trip to a pizza place. As they were all hungry, it seemed like a good idea. It was fairly late, but they needed dinner somewhere. It wasn't too far from Anthony's apartment, so they walked, cracking jokes the whole time. When they finally got there, they were seated in a booth, Anthony in between Steven and Adam, and John and the other Anthony on the other side. After arguing for a good five minutes ago the morality of putting pineapple on pizza, they settled for two plain pepperoni and a small vegetable pizza for Steven.
"This is what happens, my friends, when Nanners and Smarty walk into a pizza place together.", Galm sighs.
"Yeah, who the fuck puts goddamn fruit on PIZZA!?", Chilled cries out.
GaLm, being the designated camera holder, turned the camera to Smarty, who had not been paying attention and already had sauce stains on his face. Picking up a napkin, he wiped them off. Chilled snorted, smirking.
"Mama Glammy to the rescue?", Ze offered, a giggle on the tip of all the vowels.
"Oh fuck off.", Smarty responded, but didn't object to Galm's actions.
"Now Ze, we promised the viewers a gay challenge, buddy."
"Oh my god, we're ACTUALLY doing that?"
"Of course!", Chilled chirped. He tilted the camera so that it was pointing at him and grinned.
"For the viewers' information, Ze here actually asked me to call him my prince, so starting now I will be doing so." After a few seconds of silence, Smarty spit out his drink, spraying a disgruntled Adam.
"PRINCE?", he exclaimed, turning to Ze in an accusing manor.
"Th-That never h-"
"HE'S STUTTERING!", Galm added from behind the camera.
Back at the apartment, the five of them played drinking games until it was one in the morning. GaLm was passed out on the couch in an awkward position, having pushed Smarty off, who was asleep on the floor. Chilled and Ze were both huddled in front of his computer, quietly recording their playthrough of a bug themed horror game. Chilled was staring at the screen with wide eyes as Ze yawned.
"This is boring, Anth."
"How can you say this is boring do you even know how FUCKING SCARY bugs are? ", Chilled hissed, shivering.
"Aww, is the great ChilledChaos scared?"
"You shut the fuck up man, bug are like tiny satans and they penetrate you with no warning.", Chilled whispered, his expression solemn. Ze snorted.
"So, we have to put the key in the... Ohh, and then w-" Ze was cut off as a fairly realistic spider jumped onto the screen, its legs seeming to reach out at them. Chilled screeched and buried his face in Ze's shoulder, panting.
"Oh god oh my fuck holy goddamn fucking shit holy-"
"Shhhshsh. I'll protect you, Anth." Anthony looked up at Ze with wide, terrified eyes.
"P-Please...", he squeeked out, dragging a laugh out of Ze, who was smirking down at the Italian's pitiful expression.
The next half hour continued like that, until they finally decided to shut everything down before Chilled had a heart attack. He was still clinging to Ze, panting. Ze looked at Chilled with a faint smile on his lips.
"You need to let go, Anth, or I won't be able to stand up."
"...Nnnf."
"What?"
"NNF!"
"I... What!?"
"...Nooooo..." At this, Ze laughed.
"You have to, buddy!" Chilled groaned, letting go and standing up, arms crossed.
"Only for you, my prince.", he pouted, staring down at the small, now red faced Canadian. Ze got up and punched Chilled lightly in the shoulder.
"Oh, shut up..." Chilled chuckled at that, regaining his stability from before the bug game.
"Make me~!", he taunted, his hands on his hips and a drunken smirk on his mouth. Steven felt more free, like there were no consequences, so he grabbed the collar of Anthony's shirt, dragging him down for a sloppy kiss. He quickly broke away and sprinted off, heading for Anthony's bedroom, giggling maniacally. Anthony gasped before chasing after him, catching him by the wrist just before he reached the bedroom door. Steven let out a noise of suprise as Anthony proceeded to push him up against the wall, gasping for breath.
"Youuu can't just get awayy with that, my prince.", he slurred, leaning his face into the crook of Steven's neck, his lips dangerously close to brushing the other's skin. In the back of Steven's mind, something said that they were both too drunk, and this was just part of the challenge, but he pushed all of those thoughts away, focusing on the heat radiating from Anthony's body into his. Anthony's lips connected with Steven's skin, sucking lightly, wanting desperately to mark him. Steven basked in the feeling, his senses overwhelmed, flooded with the scent and heat of Anthony. Anthony pulled away and dragged Steven into the bedroom, slurring.
"We neeeeed... t' sleep, myy princee..." Steven nodded and walks over to the bed, curling up under the sheets. Anthony followed, the two of them more or less spooning, a drunk, sleepy Steven pressed up against an equally drunk and sleepy Anthony. The two of them would leave the questions about their sexuality for another day.
Adam was sitting on the floor, staring into space. His face was blank. He seemed calm, except for his right hand's fingernails digging into his left arm. His left arm had marks all over the top of it, near the shoulder, and there were already new, tiny bubbles of blood underneath his fingernails. He was willing himself not to cry, because they would hear him. He couldn't seem weak in front of Anthony. His Anthony.
When Steven's eyelids fluttered open, he felt so warm, but was also painfully aware of his aching head. Letting out a soft noise of discomfort and closing his eyes, he snuggled himself further into the heat source, still groggy. The heat source seemed to curl around him, enveloping him in a delicious smelling warmth. To Anthony, Steven was adorable. From the little faces he made, to the way he was curled up against him, he was gorgeous. Anthony, having had less vodka, didn't have as much of a headache. Letting all thoughts of his assumed sexuality drift off, he brushed Steven's hair out of his face, a slight grin on his own. Anthony was propped up on one arm, looking down at Steven. His free arm was draped over the smaller figure. Finally, Steven turned, moving to face the warmth. Anthony smirked at the Canadian as his eyes opened slowly. Steven was slightly taken aback, his face reddening terribly.
"A-Anth-! D... Did we... U-Um...?", the smaller form queried, eyes wide. Anthony shook his head 'no', staring at Steven with eyes full of feeling.
"O-Oh..."
"What? Were you hoping we did?"
"N-No! I mean... No. W-We were drunk, too drunk for something like that-!" There was momentary silence as Steven sat up, crossing his legs. Anthony sat up fully as well, and moved his hand to Steven's throat, running his thumb over the hickey absentmindedly.
"...But, hypothetically, say we weren't drunk...?" The implications sunk in with Steven and he stuttered his reply as memories of how he got the mark flooded back to him.
"I-I... It would h-have to happen again for... Me t-to be sure..." He accidentally let out a soft noise as Anthony pressed down on the hickey softly.
"That can be arranged. Now sleep, my prince, I'll go get you some water." Steven nodded slowly, curling up underneath the misarranged blankets. Anthony chuckled to himself before walking out of the room. He headded into the living room to get to the kitchen, but paused at the sight of Smarty sitting on GaLm's lap on the couch, the two of them apparently playing a mulyiplayer game on GaLm's phone. Anthony sighed, continuing into the kitchen.
"Morning, lovebirds~!", he called out. Smarty, disgruntled, shouted back.
" SSHUT THE FUCKKK UP, I CANN'T SIT UP BY MYSELFFF...!" At that, Anthony smiled to himself, hearing GaLm's laugh.
"You still drunk?"
"YES." Anthony rolled his eyes, almost impressed. Almost. He got a glass out and opened the refrigerator to get his filter jug out.
Back in Anthony's room, Adam had decided to sit down in the chair on the opposite side of the room from the bed. Steven sat up once more, yawning, but flinched when he saw Adam.
"Oh, uh, hi there Adam...?" Adam looks up, a dark smirk on his face.
"Hello to you too, Steven." Steven turned red as he got out of bed in just his jeans. More memories from the previous night came to him, and he walked over to Anthony's closet, grabbing one of his shirts and putting it on, feeling Adam's scathing gaze on him the entire time. Steven quickly hopped out of the room, running to the place where Anthony had to be.
The Crew (and Adam) had recorded all day and were beginning to wind down. Pax was in a few days, so they still had a ton of Vlogging time. A ton of YouTubers would be flying in, so everyone, especially Chilled, was excited. That night, Smarty was curled up on the couch, under the watchful eye of Mama GaLm. As Steven and Anthony had decided to talk about their... 'thing' later, Steven had agreed to take the guest bedroom. Adam said he'd sleep in a chair, if he did at all.
Anthony was curled up in his own bed in just his scarlet boxers, hair a mess. The door creaked softly, barely a whisper as it was opened. A certain someone slipped into the room. The someone had slipped something else into Anthony's drink, a factor that added to his now heavy sleep.
The figure moved to the bed silently, quieter than a breeze, and put their hand to Anthony's face, brushing the hair away. They crawled onto the bed and moved the covers away from Anthony's pale, toned body. A hand moved to the boxers and pulled them all the way off, before moving back up to Anthony's waist. The fingers teased, brushing lightly against Anthony's slightly protruding hip bone, eliciting a shiver from the sleeping form. The hand moved, then grasping Anthony's length fully, pumping slowly. Anythony's dry lips parted and he let out a sinful sound, a beautiful noise that brought joy to the figure's heart.
After a few, but not an unreasonable number of minutes, Anthony was a sweating, panting, and very awake mess, being held on the brink by the figure. He didn't see the face and didn't see who it was, but couldn't think. His mind was focused on the hand wrapped around him, causing his back to arch. He gasped out a name as he was allowed over the edge, his eyes shutting tightly. The figure chuckled, pulling their hand away, and putting a glass to Anthony's lips. Anthony drank quickly, fading away again. The figure slipped on Anthony's boxers and slid out of the room, just as quietly as they entered.