Bad Kisser Anthony Headcanon, Anyone?
Adam was silent as he paid for the meal, a small frown dancing lightly on his face, sometimes replaced with a thoughtful look. He tried on many different expressions, but settled for tired. He stared blankly at his phone as he tapped his foot, waiting for his search for 'nearby cheap hotels' to load. He needed somewhere to stay, but he wasn't totally sure if he could find a hotel soon enough. When his credit card was returned to him, the waiter faltered.
"...I see your friend left." Adam cringed, setting his phone down with the screen to the table.
"Yes. I know."
"I was just wondering what you two were arguing about, that is all. Sorry for prying-"
"Oh! No, it's fine. I make a living by making videos that thousands of people watch. No worries." The waiter paused, hesitant, before continuing.
"So, what happened?"
"I- Hmm. I made a mistake with the words I chose to say to him. I believe he thinks I have done things that I have not. But I digress." The waiter looked away a bit awkwardly, before half-whispering a few, carefully chosen words.
"I... saw you were looking for a hotel?" Adam's pupils narrowed slightly, an alarm going off in his brain.
I don't like being spied on.
"Well, Adam, you could always stay at my hotel." Adam blinked, before the gears in his brain moved and he looked at the waiter.
"Wh- Shaun!?"
"Shhh, I don't actually work here."
"How- when- d-...What." Hutch laughs, punching Adam lightly in the shoulder. Adam took his credit card and, pulling out his wallet, put it away.
"You don't... work here?"
"Nah man, I'm just here for Pax, but I kinda... showed up. And no one stopped me, so I mean... ten points for Hutch?"
"Jesus, man, scared me." Adam couldn't help but laugh as he put his wallet away, despite his situation. Shaun was one of those friends he could just get lost around, like they were in another world filled with inside jokes that were probably about either dicks or chess.
"So, here's the deal. We're heading to my hotel and talking about what happened with Anthony."
"Fiiine, mom.", Adam groaned, standing up and grabbing his phone. Shaun's eyes sparkled as he looked down at the shorter man.
"Mhm. And I want my son to be alright, so we'll talk." He headed out of the restaurant, not even bothering to change out of the stolen waiter's outfit. Adam felt safer around Shaun, like not a single Steven in the world could get to him. Scott and Shaun sometimes felt to Adam like his parents, two fathers watching out for him. He usually spent more time around Shaun, who was a lot more overly protective than Scott. Scott was a bit more distant, but was one of Adam's other longest friends, and would back him up when it came to nearly everything. Around those two, Adam felt like a kid again, innocent and with a world of possibilities. Around Anthony, GaLm, Smarty, and Ze however, he felt like an adult. Not a normal kind, though. He felt like a sick, twisted adult out to hurt others and, deep down, he wasn't that. He simply wanted to be cared for, or to take care of someone. Cathy had been that for a while, but he had lost interest. Anthony had only piqued his interest because of their shared diabolical-ness when it came to games. Adam's eyes felt a bit more tired and heavy at the thought of Anthony and the others, not wanting to think. He looked up as he felt warmth around him, and noticed that Shaun had hugged him tightly. Adam grimaced, genuinely sorry for worrying his closest friend.
"Sorry..."
"...Adam."
"Yes?"
"Let's go." The two of them pulled apart outside of the restaurant and started heading to the hotel, the taller man's arm laying on Adam's shoulders, keeping him close in a protective gesture.
Steven's mind was filled with buzzing thoughts, as if a beehive was released in his brain. His eyes frantically read the texts that Anthony had sent to him, and he felt joy well up in his heart. Still, he was a tad angry, and punched Anthony, who was sitting next to him on the edge of Anthony's bed, on the shoulder.
"Ow! The hell, prince?"
"Anth, you're such an idiot. You should have talked to me sooner, like you promised! If I had known that you felt this way..."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Besides, at least you know now." Steven bit his own lip after Anthony finished speaking, and set the phone aside, pecking Anthony lightly on the cheek. After a few seconds of silence, he speaks frantically.
"S-Sorry, I mean, if you- Well is that- Is it allowed? I don't know what I- What you want me to- I-" Steven was cut off as Anthony brought a finger to the other's lips.
"My prince, I pinned you up against a wall and gave you a hickey, I don't think I'd mind a peck on the cheek." Steven rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever." Anthony chuckled, shaking his head.
"I actually really like PDA! Well, both kinds..." Steven quirked his head, frowning.
"B- Wait... Both? But there's only Public Displays of Affection. Is there an-"
"Public and private." At that, Steven turned a light red, Anthony's face following suite. Steven ducked his head, before hesitantly speaking.
"S-So. A thi- Are we! Are we a thing now?" In response, Anthony just hummed softly, before connecting their lips. Steven melted backwards, laying down, but Anthony followed, practically on top of him. Their lips parted, but Anthony had a look in his eyes asking if this was okay. Steven gave a short nod, and suddenly Anthony was kissing his neck, before trailing up past his chin to his lips. He nibbled softly at the other's bottom lip, asking for permission, and Steven, still in a dream-like state, complied, eyes wide with wonder, as if he was learning. Anthony paused for a moment, taking a few minutes to admire the other's face. He couldn't help but start to grin, as the other looked so adorable, but he knew that, deep down, they were incredibly strong, and he respected that. Finally, not wanting Steven to wait any longer, he connected their lips once more. Anthony wasn't much of a french kisser, but he attempted it. After an awkward bump of teeth, and Anthony pulling away to grin like an idiot, the two decided that tactful cuddling would be better. Anthony tried to spoon him, but Steven was facing him, so they just ended up with their legs tangled together and bodies pressed up against each other. But, even so, they both felt warm, safe, and okay.
Meanwhile, another Anthony was standing behind the couch, leaning on it. He was watching John, sitting on the couch, play a video game on his phone. He assumed that John knew he was there as he wasn't trying to hide it, but when he started to mention something about the game, John nearly jumped out of his skin.
"GALM-! JESUS WHAT THE HOLY FUCK!" At this, Anthony couldn't help but laugh. Loudly. Like a goat. Or, at least, how Anthony assumed a goat laugh would sound like. John glared in slight disapproval, but there was a grin slowly pulling at his lips.
"Shhh, you'll scare the star crossed lovers!" Anthony snorted, but sighed.
"Want me to make us dinner, John?"
"Oh, uh... Sure, Ga- Anthony!" When he was called his real name, Anthony beamed, and walked away to make dinner, not noticing that John was staring after him with a grin before turning back to the game.