This is my first fic (and potentially only). It was inspired by the R5 song, “Red Velvet,” and I’ll let the rest speak for itself. (WATCH THE TRAILER FIRST.)
Disclaimer: Language, very light smut
Grayson is driving back home to LA after a month-long, cross-continental road trip with his brother. He’s driving alone because Ethan had wanted to stay longer in New Jersey with their mom. They had been there for a few days already, and while Gray would have loved to stay, he had opted to go home early to get the house ready to start up their regular filming schedule again. Ethan is going to fly back to join him after the weekend.
It’s getting late, and he had been driving since 6 am that morning. Gray could feel himself nodding off against the steering wheel. He only has about an hour and a half longer till he gets home, so he does not want to bother finding a place to spend another night. He lets his mind wander to try to wake himself up.
“Y/n,” Grayson smiles, and he shakes his head awake.
Grayson had met Y/n a few months back. He had stopped by the local family-owned coffee shop by their house and saw a girl picking up her order at the counter. LA was crawling with beautiful girls, aspiring models and actresses, always well-dressed and prepared to be discovered at any crosswalk or red light. While this girl was definitely put together and could be easily mistaken as another LA clone, when she shot the barista a smile as a thanks for the order, Grayson was stricken by how innocent, yet sexy, this girl really was.
She was wearing a red velvet dress, with ¾ sleeves and a skater hem, very girly, cutesy, and innocent, but it went in a deep V right under her chest. The enticing combination of innocence and sexiness exuded from her inside and out.
That. Dress. Fucking. Killed. Him.
She brushed past him and sat at the high table by the door, barely giving him a second look. She was on her phone, glancing every so often at the window, clearly waiting for a ride. Grayson stood impatiently by the pick-up counter, occasionally looking in her direction, unable to take his eyes off of her. When his order finally arrived, the girl got up from her seat and started to go out the door.
Grayson thought he was going to let her go, he really did. He saw beautiful girls all the time, and did not really try to look for girls out of his social circle. It was easier for them to understand his lifestyle that way. But, he just could not let a girl like that slip away. He spurted out a quick “thank you” to the barista, grabbed the to-go tray of drinks, and was able to catch her just outside the door. He almost crashed into her in the process.
“I’m so sorry!” Grayson scrambled to right himself up.
Y/n looked up from her phone, startled by the beautiful boy next to her, “Oh, you’re totally fine! I should have been looking where I was going.” Y/n continued to head towards the parking lot, waving a hasty goodbye. “Have a good-.”
Gray reached out a hand to stop her, “No! I mean…wait. Sorry, I saw you in there and, ugh, this is going to sound cheesy,” he exasperatedly ran his hand through his hair. “I just think you’re really beautiful and would love to get to know you better.”
Y/n laughed awkwardly and gave him another pondering once-over, and to Grayson’s surprise, she pulled her business card out of her purse and handed it to him. “Call me!” she had laugh-sang, heading into the parking lot to climb into her friend’s car. Grayson, still shell-shocked by the exchange, watched the car drive away before looking down to read the name.
“Y/n,” Grayson smiled to himself.
Grayson had called Y/n the next day, and soon after, the two had become inseparable. She was a student at the local college, a couple years older than him, and every time she did not have class, she was with Gray, and when he wasn’t filming with Ethan, he was with her.
One night over dinner, Y/n threw a french fry at a distracted Gray who would not stop staring at her. “What?” she laughed, “stop looking at me like that.”
“I can’t,” Gray teased, taking her hand, “I’m just so happy I talked to you that day at the coffee shop.”
“Why did you talk to me that day, anyway?” They had talked about anything and everything, and at that point could read each other like a book, but for some reason never rehashed their initial meeting.
“Do you want me to be honest?” Grayson asked.
Y/n nodded vigorously, emphasizing the movement in where their hands were still intertwined.
Gray awkwardly chuckled and looked away, “Um…your dress that day just fucking killed me.”
Y/n pulled her hand out from under his, “What dress?” She sat back trying to remember.
“The velvet one. The red one.” Grayson said nervously, he had pulled his hand from off the table and was now fidgeting with both of them in his lap.
She thought a little harder. “That thing? I’ve had that for years.” Grayson shrugged, still refusing to make eye contact.
“What, you got a thing for red velvet?” she joked. When Gray still didn’t answer, her eyes got wide, “Wow, you do. That’s not a bad thing.”
Gray finally looked up at her, “It’s not?”
She smirks. “Of course not.”
Grayson shakes himself out of his reverie, and glances at his phone which had started ringing. “Speak of the goddamn angel,” he mutters, and accepts the Facetime call. Y/n’s face comes into view, an all-knowing smile plastered on.
“Hi baby,” Y/n greets, “How far are you now?”
“About half an hour.” Grayson responds.
“I know it’s late, but do you wanna come over tonight? I miss you.”
“I miss you, too.” Grayson wants to see Y/n but she was a half hour past his place, and he’s so tired he doesn’t know if he could even make it home.
Sensing his hesitation, Y/n lowers the camera from her face to show what she’s wearing, “I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Fuck,” Grayson groans. “Yeah, baby, I’ll see you in 45.”
“See you soon.” Y/n clicks off and Grayson revs the engine.
You sit on your couch and smooth your dress in anticipation for Gray’s return. You hear the car engine as it pulls into your driveway and you open the front door excitedly before Gray can even fully get out of the car. Finally, he’s right in front of you.
“Imissedyousomuch.” you both breathe, and he pulls you into a hug, his arms taut against your back. A month without his strong arms around you, and his strong chest pressed up against yours. You don’t know how you did it, and you never want to go without it again. He releases you and gives you a once-over and you do the same. It’s been so long, so you admire how his clothes fit against his body and your hand strokes the hem of his sleeve and love the strength you find in his arms.
You bite your lip, finally looking up at his face. His hair is grown out and delightfully mussed from the journey and it flops into his eyes. When you finally get the courage to meet them, they’re dark with want and need and you.
Grayson growls and crashes his lips onto yours, and his hands are running up and down the sides of your body, crumpling the well-loved fabric. You slam the front door closed, never breaking the connection, and he leads you both into your bedroom. You hop up and shift your legs around his waist, and shut the door with your free arm that isn’t running through his hair to keep his face on yours.
He gently places you on the bed and you’re both breathing heavy with anticipation. He reaches for the hem of your dress to reverently pull it over your head and admires every inch of you that is being revealed. His eyes twinkle at you in the darkness. You love this man so much that you can hardly believe he’s real. You reach for him, pulling at his shirt to bring him closer. He gives you a searing kiss and tosses the dress off the bed, soon to be forgotten.
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