Anthony stormed out of his office, slamming his door as he left so he wouldnât hear the voices on the other side.
He kicked the couch in frustration hard enough to make his foot hurt. He let out a string of swears that he had been keeping since throwing off his headset during his recording session.
Ryan sighed before setting his mug down on the coffee table.
âWhere you playing Golf With Friends again?â
âYou fucking know I was! I told you this morning that the recording session was tonight!â
âI was just confirming it.â Ryan said calmly as he took Anthony by the arm, leading him to sit down.
âIts so fucking stupid!! It just makes me wanna-â
âHey, hey, hey, hey, come on now. Its just a silly little game.â Ryan started rubbing Anthonyâs hand as a soothing gesture.
âThey were all just trying to fuck me over and it just makes me so fucking pissed!â Anthony yelled, wacking the side of the armrest with his forearm.
âAnt, weâve talked about this. Letâs take some deep breaths, yeah?â
âYeah and weâve also talked about your fucking dependency on coffee!! And youâre still not doing anything about that!!â
âBut coffee is good!â Ryan giggled.
âYouâre too goddamn adorable.â Anthony sighed, leaning against the other.
âAnd youâre too damn scary when youâre mad.â Ryan crossed his arms.
âYouâre taking the rest of the evening off to relax.â
âIâm sorry, Ry,â Anthony kissed the top of Ryanâs head.
âBut then you are too. No 2 a.m. Twitch streams behind my back, got it?â
âFineee.â
Anthony grinned as he pulled Ryan closer. He brought Ryan down with him as he leaned back to lie down.
âAntttt! Thereâs not enough room!â Ryan squirmed in Anthonyâs arms.
âWeâre gonna fall!â
âWell, if you keep wiggling around we are.â Anthony chuckled.
âThen letâs go to bed.â
âNah, its pretty comfortable here.â
âMaybe for you!â Ryan pouted.
Anthony grinned as he slowly brought his hands up Ryanâs shirt.
âAnthonyâŚâ Ryan looked at him with wary eyes.
âYes?â Anthony said, hands moving up Ryanâs sides.
âYouâre- youâre gonna ma-make us fallâŚâ Ryan said, trying to controll his voice.
âYou mean if I do⌠this?â
Ryan squealed with laughter as Anthony tickled his ribs.
Anthony didnât just stop at a couple little laughs though. He continued his assault on Ryanâs most ticklish spots.
Anthony wrapped his arms around Ryanâs waist, trapping him in a bear hug as he ran his fingers up and down Ryanâs sensitive sides.
Anthony rolled them up into a sitting position with Ryan straddling him. Ryan rested his head on Anthonyâs shoulder, panting as he tried to catch his breath.
âYou okay there, Ohmie?â Anthony tilted his head down at Ryan.
Ryan nodded.
âJust⌠attempting to get air back into my lungs.â Ryan said with a light smile.
âGood.â Anthony smirked before suddenly bringing them onto the floor.
âWhat are you-â
Ryan was cut off as he was once again subjected to Anthonyâs merciless tickles. Ryan shrieked as Anthony tickled his stomach.
He kicked around to try to get away. Ryan managed to wriggle out of Anthonyâs grasp. He tried to quickly crawl his way out of reach but Anthony grabbed his ankles.
âWhere do you think youâre going?â Anthony chuckled.
âJigglesss! Noooo!!â Ryan giggled as he sat up to kiss Anthony.
Anthony pulled Ryan into his lap as he leaned back against the couch. Ryan grabbed the sides of Anthonyâs face as they kissed. They broke apart every couple of seconds when Ryan couldnât contain his nearly hysteric giggles. Anthony rubbed his thumbs lovingly up and down Ryanâs hips, making Ryan squirm with over-sensitivity.
âA-Antho-ny.â Ryan gasped.
âIs it too much, babe?â Anthony chuckled lightly.
Ryan nodded against Anthonyâs cheek, Ryanâs temple rubbing on his scruff.
âSorry, sorry. But youâre so heavenly when you laugh.â
Ryan tiredly slapped Anthonyâs chest and mumbled something that was probably âshut upâ.
Anthony laughed before placing a kiss on Ryanâs forehead. Anthony stood up, with Ryan staying on by wrapping his legs around Anthonyâs waist and tiredly clutching to Anthonyâs sleeves.
âYou wanna go to bed?â Anthony asked as he peppered kisses across Ryanâs cheekbone.
âIts only 10 o'clock!â Ryan straightened up to look in Anthonyâs warm eyes.
âBeds arenât just for sleeping!! Theyâre also for cuddling, resting, fu-â
âCuddling!â Ryan jumped in quickly, a blush starting to creep up on his face.
âLetâs just cuddle!â
âAlright, cutie. We can do that.â
And with that, Anthony walked them to their bedroom, all the while being careful not to accidentally bash Ryan into a wall or doorframe.
Once they were finally in the bedroom, Anthony tossed Ryan onto the bed before crawling on top of him. Ryan giggled as Anthony pressed a kiss on his nose.
âLay down! You said we could snuggle.â
âFiiine, fineeee. If I haveee tooo.â Anthony sighed dramatically.
Ryan rolled his eyes before playfully shoving Anthony off to the side and pouncing on him.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â Anthony raised his brow.
Ryan didnât give him a verbal answer. Instead, he flopped down on top of Anthony.
"You comfy up there?â Anthony chuckled.
Ryan shivered as he felt the vibrations through Anthonyâs chest. He snuggled his head under Anthonyâs chin, grinning as Anthonyâs arms wrapped around his waist. Ryan reached up to play with Anthonyâs hair.
The two drifting into relaxation.
Ryan continued stroking Anthonyâs hair as Anthonyâs breathes got slower and deeper. Ryan strained his neck to place a kiss on Anthonyâs cheek.
Later that night a message popped up in the groupâs discord.
Ohm: pls stop making anthony rage so hard he leaves the game. I donât want to have to patch a hole in the wall or buy a new couch. Thanks
Terroriser: *typing*
Ohm: and brian before you say anything, no we did not fuck and break the couch
~Fin~