Packing up after the show seemed to take forever. Ian couldn't stay away from Anthony; he kept finding excuses to touch him, whether it was "accidentally" bumping into him or "helping" him pack something away. Anthony was no better, darting in for quick kisses every time he thought Kyle and Aaron weren't looking.

After one particularly long kiss, Kyle had rolled his eyes, grinning.

"Get out of here, you two," he'd urged, his voice affectionate. "You're like a couple of sixteen-year-olds waiting to lose their virginities."

Ian didn't need to be told twice. He practically dragged Anthony to his car and sped away towards his apartment building. As he drove, he felt Anthony's hand creep up his leg, starting at mid-thigh and slowly moving upwards. He breathed in sharply as it brushed lightly against his crotch.

"Oh God, Anthony, don't," he breathed. Anthony ignored him, rubbing circles with his palm, and Ian could feel himself hardening. He bit back a groan, hands shaking as he gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to concentrate on the road. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Anthony smirk.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Ian pulled into the parking garage of his building. Anthony was still stroking him through his jeans, and Ian let out a low moan as he turned the car off.

"Come on," he murmured. "Upstairs."

Anthony nodded in agreement. They got out of the car nearly ran to the elevator. Ian realized that they were holding hands, and he felt a giddy smile spreading over his face.

The elevator ride seemed to last forever. When they finally reached Ian's floor, Ian pulled Anthony down the hall to his apartment, fumbling with the key. As soon as they were inside, Anthony closed the door and shoved Ian up against it, kissing him hungrily. Ian moaned softly, grabbing Anthony's belt loops and pulling him closer. He slid one hand down to the bulge in Anthony's jeans, stroking softly. Anthony thrust against his hand and let out a soft whimper.

"Can I blow you?" he asked, his eyes dark with want.

"Fuck yes," Ian replied. He watched with growing arousal as Anthony sank to his knees in front of him. Anthony unbuttoned and unzipped Ian's jeans with steady hands and pulled them down around his knees. He wrapped his fingers around Ian's dick through the thin fabric of his boxers and began tugging gently.

"Oh God, Anthony," Ian moaned. Anthony smirked up at him, then pulled down his boxers down all the way. He grasped Ian's dick again and licked up the shaft.

"Fuck," Ian said softly. Anthony looked up at him, their eyes locking as he slid his mouth over the head. Ian bit his lip, stifling a whimper. It felt good, so fucking good. Anthony was amazing, his lips and his tongue and his throat working expertly, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over Ian's body. All too soon, he felt a familiar tension building in his balls.

"Anthony… stop…" he moaned. "I'm gonna…"

Anthony pulled away just in time, standing up to kiss him. "Sorry," he murmured. "Got a little carried away."

"Don't apologize," Ian said, kissing gently along his jawline. "But how about we take this to the bedroom?"

"Oh God, yes," Anthony breathed. "I can't believe this is finally happening."

"Finally," Ian agreed, and he practically dragged Anthony down the hall. Fucking finally.

-x-

"Jesus," Anthony said softly, smiling over at Ian. "I think that was the best sex I've ever had."

Ian grinned back. "Same." He scooted a little closer under the covers, kissing Anthony softly. "I hope we weren't too loud, though. If I get kicked out of the building for noise complaints, where are we gonna live?"

Anthony stared at him, still smiling a little. "We?"

Ian realized what he'd said. "Shit," he said, blushing. "I just meant… you stay here a lot and… well, you know… maybe we could… you know…"

Anthony laughed. "Got something to ask me?"

Ian bit his lip. "Anthony… do you wanna move in with me?"

Anthony pulled him close, kissing him deeply. "I'd love to," he said.

Ian grinned, relieved. "God, when I joined the band I was just looking for a job. How the fuck did I end up with a gorgeous boyfriend?"

Anthony laughed. "Life's weird like that sometimes."

"I think it's perfect," Ian replied. He laid his head on Anthony's chest, closing his eyes. Just as he began to drift off, his cell phone startled him with a loud ring. He groped for it on the bedside table, squinting at the call display.

Kyle.

"Ignore it," Anthony said, laughing, and Ian did.

This moment belonged to just the two of them.