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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Dolan Twins, Youtube RPF, Video Blogging RPF, Grethan
Ratings: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Ethan Dolan/Grayson Dolan
Characters: Ethan Dolan, Grayson Dolan, Cameron Dolan
Additional Tags: Incest, Top Ethan Dolan, Bottom Grayson Dolan, Slightly slow burn, Grethan, quarantine fic, One Shot, set in new jersey, Twincest, lots of feelings!!
Summary:Â âYouâre a freak.â Grayson furrowed his brows when he said it. He was well aware that it applied to himself too, considering heâd been so non-combative about his increased interest in his own brother. When all Ethan did was chuckle under him, Grayson felt like slapping him across the face.
Or,
After deciding to quarantine back home, Ethan and Grayson get more than they bargained for when old feelings are rehashed. The question is, will either of them have the courage to act on their feelings, or will they be buried deeper than ever?
He didnât used to dream about Ethan very often, only randomly, usually with him being a side character at best, never just about him.
Graysonâs vision is cloudy, barely helped by the few slow blinks he tries, the blurry image before him slowly getting clearer.
It feels like wading through cloudsâ fluffy, dense, suffocatingâ but he just has to focus.
Focus.
Grayson can smell freshly ground coffee beans, freshly baked bread, sweet cream, caramel sauce. He blinks one more time, and heâs sat at a booth, in a small cafe, bustling with people. He smiles to himself as he watches people walk up to the register. Theyâre speaking a language he doesnât quite understand, their syllables sound slurred and vowels elongated, sounding strange to his ear.
Grayson feels warm, warmer than usual, on the verge of breaking a sweat, but not quite. His hand is resting on the side of his mug, and it feels even warmer. Grayson looks down at it and studies the intricate design made out of frothy milk. Heâs not moving, but the rings of foam seem to swirl, slow and measured, creating ripples in his coffee.
âGrayson.â
He finally looks up, met with dark brown eyes and a square jaw, curly black hair that falls just above bushy brows.
âEthan,â Grayson says in return, a look of disbelief on his face. Ethan looks lovely, healthy. His cheeks are rosy, his face free of stubble, supple, smooth skin. Heâs glowing, radiating a warm, yellow light, angelic in the way it radiated.
âI got you a cappuccino,â Ethan chuckles and stares back. He looks fond, a happy, toothy grin revealing as much.
Heâs so beautiful.
âMy favorite,â Grayson chuckled, reaching down to grab his mug by the handle and taking a long sip from it. It feels good, perfectly warm, savory and frothy in all the right ways. When he pulled away from the mug, Ethanâs smile was even bigger. Grayson didnât even process him leaning closer, over the table, before his twin was kissing him slowly. Grayson kissed back, probably a bit too eagerly considering they were out in public.
Ethan pulled away slowly and sat back down in his seat, licking his top lip. âYou had a little foam,â he explained, his grin curling around the edges of his mouth, devious and affectionate all at once.
Grayson was still trying to decide whether this was a dream or not, licking his lips too, savoring the taste of Ethan. âYou sure you got it all?â Grayson said softly, leaning in slightly, smiling, too.
As Ethan leaned in again, Grayson felt his world shift around him. Before their lips could meet, the scenery changed in seconds, suddenly standing with Ethan right in front of him.
The sun was shining bright above them, blinding. The air smelled just as sweet, less of espresso and more like peonies and roses. They glow, just like Ethan, hues of pink and white and purple. Theyâre back home, in their backyard. Itâs the same, yet different. There are too many flowers, covering every inch of grass. Still the same, still lined with a white picket fence and an excess of trees. Grayson doesnât have to look behind himself to know that thereâs a towering oak a few yards away, long dead, still a behemoth that plagued his thoughts. Graysonâs eyes are still closed, and he can see the etching in the bark, a heart, E + G in the middle. Itâs faded, wet, mossy.
âDo you mean it?â Grayson heard himself ask. His eyes opened and Ethan was still there, looking just as beautiful as he did in the coffee shop.
Ethan didnât say anything at first, didnât move when he felt Graysonâs fingers grip his biceps. He leaned in just a few inches from Graysonâs mouth, as if to kiss him. His eyes are lidded, nearly closed, but he doesnât dare move closer. âI do. Always,â he murmured.
Grayson doesnât move, either. He can feel Ethanâs breath, shallow and slow. âI love you too.â He met Ethan halfway and kissed him again to punctuate his sentence, indulgently letting his hands slide up to rest on Ethanâs broad shoulders, fingers kneading into the flesh, trailing up his neck until he had both sides of Ethanâs face cupped in his hands. Grayson is the first to pull away, quite reluctantly, face-splitting smile on his face.
âIâm making eggs. Any way youâd like,â Ethan said, and it made Grayson pull back further, confused. âOr I could try to make bacon again,â Ethan continued and looked mischievous then, knowing, like he knew Grayson wouldnât like that.
Grayson could feel his body hum, his heartbeat suddenly loud in his ears, booming, making it impossible to hear anything else. His vision was blurry again, cloudy images of Ethan fading before him.
Grayson gasped as his eyes flew open, chest heaving with his breaths. He sat upright, looking wide-eyed and confused at Ethan, who was doubled over in his own fit of laughter by the door.
âGray, that was seriously the funniest thing ever,â Ethan snorted, trying to wipe the tears that were streaming out of his eyes.
âWhat are you talking about?â Grayson said groggily, rubbing at his eyes to try and get some of the sleep out of them, stretching his arms over his head.
âYou were in, like, the deepest sleep ever, and as soon as I mentioned cooking bacon you woke up,â Ethan chuckled and joined his twin on the bed, plopping himself down comfortably in the sleep-warmed sheets.
Grayson regarded him cautiously, trying not to think of the strange dream heâd just had, or the dull ache in his chest, something like longing. âDonât you dare touch the bacon. Iâm not in the mood to put out any fires today,â Grayson scolded softly and playfully pushed at Ethanâs arm. Graysonâs eyes caught Ethanâs, and he stared for a moment, remembering the fuzzy details from his dream, how close Ethan was to him, how it felt to kiss him. Grayson played it off with a smile, looking away before he could get too carried away. âScrambled, please,â Grayson finally responded to Ethanâs initial offer, not moving to get out of bed.
âWhat was your dream about?â Ethan asked, instead of getting back up. âYou were saying something but I couldnât understand it,â he chuckled and turned onto his side, looking at Grayson expectantly.
Grayson hated that Ethan knew heâd been dreaming, trying desperately to come up with a good cover for the dream heâd had. Heâd never tell Ethan about it, or about his feelings that manifested the vivid dreams. âWe were just getting coffee,â he stated. It wasnât a lie, they did get coffee, among other things.
âAnd?â Ethan pressed on. He knew his brother quite well, and he could already tell Grayson was omitting something. âIs that all we did?â He teased, wiggling his eyebrows at his younger twin.
Grayson had the decency to look offended, pinching Ethanâs arm to get him to ease up in the interrogation he was conducting. When Ethan flinched and yelped, Grayson laughed sweetly, shaking his head. âYes, thatâs all we did. Creep,â he tacked on playfully, even though he had been the one to dream of himself kissing his own brother, and liked it.
âIâm gonna over-salt your eggs,â Ethan said, matter-of-factly, scooting off the bed so he could do just that.
âPlease donât!â Grayson called after him, unable to hide the wide smile on his face as he watched Ethan leave, his heart still beating a mile a minute from the events of his dream.
âââ
Grayson breathed harshly against the soft pillows beneath him, fingers gripping them so hard that his knuckles were white, endless mewls and squeals spilling out of him.
He felt unbearably hot, like heâd burst into flames at any moment. His skin was sticky and damp with sweat, dripping down his temples.
It was a stifling warmth, radiating from deep within him, only rivaled by the searing touch of two hands on his waist, forcing him to move as they pleased.
The body behind him pounded into him mercilessly as he arched his back deeper, the sound of skin against skin loud in his ears.
âEthan,â Grayson heard himself moan. âMore,â he babbled. He could feel his cock slapping uselessly against his tummy, the movement giving him barely anything, barely any friction to really get him off. The feeling of a thick cock jabbing against his prostate was making up for it, making his brain feel like mush in his head, thoughts all about Ethan Ethan Ethan.
âFuck, Grayson,â Ethan panted and pressed his fingers harder into the flesh of Graysonâs hips, slamming him back on his cock with every thrust. âYou were made for this,â he purred, his pace slowing but not getting any less harsh. âMade for me.â
Grayson nodded along without thinking, wanting nothing more than to give himself completely to his brother. âMade for you,â he repeated back shakily and buried his face in the pillow below, unable to control the way Ethan was punching more moans out of him, higher-pitched than before, a desperate plea for Ethan to ruin him.
Ethan chuckled lowly behind Grayson, deciding to be a bit cruel and pulling out without warning. Before Grayson could protest, he flipped him onto his back, Ethan immediately crowding into his space, mouth hovering close to Graysonâs. âSay it again,â he instructed evenly.
Grayson whined as he was flipped around, head spinning with desire and desperation. âIâm made for you,â Grayson panted. It was almost embarrassing how much he meant it, how much of himself heâd be willing to give just to make Ethan happy. He would give everything, anything, if it meant Ethan was happy.
âAgain,â Ethan continued as he lined himself up with Graysonâs fluttering entrance once more, slipping back into the tight clutch of him.
âIâm made for you,â Grayson said again, louder, only impeded by the feeling of Ethanâs cock sliding back into him to the hilt. He let out a strained moan, squirming helplessly underneath Ethan as he got used to the feeling all over again.
One of Ethanâs hands reached up to grip Graysonâs jaw, thumb and forefinger on either side of his face, forcing him to look straight at him as he began his brutal pace once more. âCan you feel how perfect I fit, Grayson?â Ethan egged on, lips barely an inch from Graysonâs as he spoke, sharing the same breaths, suffocating Grayson with all his love. âI can feel you squeezing around me, donât wanna let me go, huh?â he said, tone turning saccharine, soft and sweet. Ethanâs hips rolled against him languidly with the little space he had put between them, only pulling out a couple inches at a time, grinding himself deeper and deeper.
Grayson was on the verge of losing himself completely in the intensity of Ethanâs words, shaking against his twin unashamedly, slack-jawed. He couldnât even form a coherent response to what Ethan was saying, his cock jolting between them with the very beginnings of his orgasm.
Grayson only got to experience the pure euphoria of it for a few moments before his vision turned black, his eyes opening suddenly to no one above him, or beside him, staring into the darkness of his room.
Graysonâs breathing was ragged and choppy, his shirt sticking uncomfortably to his sweaty skin. His blanket was nowhere to be found, tossed onto the floor, his bed a mess of scattered pillows.
Grayson felt around for his phone to check the time.
4 AM.
Grayson dropped his phone and let out a pitiful sound, something like embarrassment and shame creeping up his neck, tinting his skin a burgundy red.
The plague of dreams about Ethan hadnât let up, not even for one night. This had been the most intense one yet, the most realistic, the most memorable. Grayson could almost recall the way Ethanâs fingers pressed bruises into his skin and the satisfying fullness of being impaled on his cock, the way his words made his heart flutter and burst all at once.
Grayson was left with an ache much different than he was expecting, a sort of emptiness in the cavity of his chest, simultaneously filled with all his love and devoid of the love he truly wanted, needed. The ache between his legs was worse, a wet spot visible on the front of his sweatpants.
âGrayson?â
Grayson startled himself into sitting up, looking at his door to see Ethan standing there, so similar to how his twin had caught him during his first dream. His demeanor was different, thoughâ shy, unsure.
âEthan,â Grayson responded with a sigh, rubbing a hand over his sweaty face. âWhatâs wrong?â
âYou were calling for me,â Ethan explained, deciding to take a step into the room and close the door behind him, assured by the sound of the doorknob clicking shut. Ethan regarded Grayson curiously, noting his sweaty appearance, the way his chest heaved slightly, hair stuck to his forehead. He briefly wondered if checking on him was a bad idea, just from the disheveled look of him.
Grayson reached down to the floor to grab his blanket, using it to hide the evidence of his dream that showed clearly in his sweats, trying to mask the embarrassment from his expression. âSorry, I didnât mean to wake you up,â Grayson murmured.
âAnother dream about me?â Ethan chanced, smiling softly at his twin brother, who flushed ever so slightly at his words.
âYeah,â Grayson admitted without a fight, knowing it wouldâve been impossible to explain it away. He looked back at Ethan just as cautiously, taking note of Ethanâs grin, his sleepy eyes and the stubble that seemed to grow as quickly as it was shaved off. Flashes of his dream came without warning, the feeling of that same stubble rubbing against his face, his neck.
Ethan didnât know how to respond to the simple truth, to the fact that he seemed to be quite pervasive in Graysonâs psyche lately. âWhy have I been on your mind so much lately?â Ethan asked, genuinely curious, taking a few steps towards Graysonâs bed as he spoke, sitting beside him in the mess of pillows and blankets.
Grayson watched Ethanâs every move as he came closer, fists tightening in his duvet to keep himself covered, still certain his hard-on hadnât gone down yet. âI.. I donât know, Ethan,â he said, honest as he could be.
The question about how Grayson felt about his twin brother had been something heâd contemplated his whole life. It was complicated, in more ways than one, and it wasnât something he could sit down and figure out in one sitting, even if he really wanted to. Ethan was everything to Grayson, his best friend and built-in companion, and Grayson had tried his best to keep it that way. It was impossible to stop the onslaught of prickly warmth that filled him when he thought about Ethan, or to put a stop to the dreams that seemed to fill his every sleeping moment. Grayson supposed it was easier to explore his feelings in his dreams; he could have Ethan however he wanted when he was dreaming, with no one to say no or pull them apart. In his dreams, Ethan was his, body and soul. It wasnât hard to understand why Grayson leaned on these dreams so much, just so he could get a glimpse of what he truly wanted, a bittersweet taste of what could be.
Graysonâs silence prompted Ethan to do the same. Grayson wasnât usually hard to read, but he could tell his brother had a very firm wall up. âI have dreams about you sometimes,â Ethan offered, reaching up to tenderly push Graysonâs hair out of his face, offering some relief to the warmth of his skin, even if brief. âThe other night, you were my teacher. It was so weird. And you wouldnât give me an extension on an assignment,â Ethan laughed, trying to lighten the mood a bit. It seemed to work, Ethan staring shamelessly at the way Graysonâs shoulders shook with his laughter.
Grayson held his breath when he felt Ethanâs hand in his hair, a small token of affection that was common between them. He felt himself finally relax when Ethan recounted one of his own dreams, fingers trying to keep busy by smoothing over the soft fabric of his duvet, picking at the seams. Still, he didnât say a word, still too jarred by his dream, not knowing how to approach this conversation at all.
âIâve had.. weird dreams. With you in them,â Ethan continued. âWeird, like..â Ethan hesitated, looking down at Graysonâs fingers momentarily, working up the courage to look at his face again. âIâve kissed you before. Not to be graphic, but, we made out,â he chuckled, trying not to reveal how nervous he was. All he wanted to do was prove to Grayson that weird dreams happened. There was no need to be embarrassed. Ethan knew it was bound to happen with how close they were, that at some point, a wire would get crossed during a dream.
Grayson was surprised to hear the confession, blinking at Ethan with a look of shock on his face. Maybe he wasnât so fucked up for having these dreams, then. Sure, making out wasnât comparable to what heâd just dreamed, but it was a start, a line cast to try and make him feel better about it. The fact that the seed had been planted in Ethanâs brain as well was also reassuring, knowing that his twin had to have thought about it before he dreamt it for it to happen in his dreams, too.
âYou kind of sucked at it, actual-â Ethan tried to land another joke to see if it would suffice in making Grayson say something, quite anxious that he wasnât saying anything in reaction to his admittance. He was cut off by Grayson lunging forward without warning, his lips crashing against his twinâs with enough force to knock Ethan onto his back, Ethanâs hands instinctively grabbing Graysonâs waist. The kiss only lasted a few moments before Grayson pulled away.
Grayson wasnât sure what had come over him between now and just a few seconds ago, before he had permanently altered the trajectory of their relationship. Something clicked into place in his head, a sort of assurance that it was okay, that Ethan would understand the monstrous feelings that crowded themselves around Graysonâs heart, possibly even reciprocate them.
âWhoa,â Ethan said after Grayson parted from him, eyes wide and breaths shallow, his shock still settling in. Suddenly, he had his twin on top of him, straddling his hips, something heâd never thought would happen. âWhat was that?â He asked urgently, searching Graysonâs face for some sort of answer. Why in the world had Grayson just kissed him?
âYou were fucking me,â Grayson responded softly, seemingly off-topic from Ethanâs question, lips parted as he stared at his twinâs mouth. âIn my dream. You fucked me so good,â he sighed, nearly turning into a whine, feeling his body warm at the distant memory of Ethanâs cock shoved deep inside of him.
Ethan felt himself stiffen at Graysonâs candid admittance, as if they werenât brothers, as if revealing something so damning wouldnât change everything. Ethan wasnât naive, it wasnât like he hadnât thought about Grayson in that way before, on his loneliest nights when he was the only one left to turn to. âGrayson,â he said meekly, attempting to steer this conversation back to some normalcy.
Grayson easily ignored Ethan, pulling away completely and settling back on Ethanâs hips. Ethanâs hands were still splayed over his waist, prompting Grayson to lay his hands over them, letting the heat from his palms transfer to Ethanâs. âYou held me exactly like this,â Grayson hummed, indulgently trailing one of his hands up the length of Ethanâs torso and letting his fingers wrap around his neck, mimicking the grip Ethan had had on his face in his dream. âYou held me down, just like this,â Grayson purred. He didnât break eye contact once, didnât stop staring at the fearful, curious look on Ethanâs face. âYou were.. unbelievable. Unreal. Just-â Grayson cut himself off with a sigh and let his gaze land on the ceiling above them, as if to ask for forgiveness, repenting for the confession heâd just made. He settled his hands on his own thighs, itching to touch more of his brother, but refraining. âI know I canât have you like that. Not in real life. But itâs still good. Still feels real.â Grayson looked down at Ethan again. He didnât have to look down at himself to know his dick was coming back to life, slowly fattening up in his pants, pressing urgently against Ethanâs tummy. He couldnât even find it in himself to care that he was being so intense, so shameless as to get hard at the thought of his brother fucking him.
Ethan held his breath when he felt Graysonâs hands all over him, staring back up at him, clinging to every word he said. Ethan could feel it, too, Graysonâs excitement pressing against him, along with the palpable tension that swirled around him. Grayson saying such vulgar things and touching him like this was confusing and enticing, forcing him to consider what Grayson was saying. âGrayson,â Ethan said again, after swallowing the lump in his throat, mouth feeling dry. âI donât understand,â he murmured. He wasnât entirely sure what Grayson was getting at or if he was trying to get at anything. Maybe Grayson had finally gone insane and this was his last stand, his attempt at getting Ethan to understand his desires.
The corner of Graysonâs mouth quirked up into a smirk before he shrugged his shoulders. âCome on, E,â Grayson chuckled and scooted back until he was sitting on Ethanâs thighs, eyes grazing down his body until he landed on the front of Ethanâs plaid pajama pants. Grayson didnât think he had to say anything else on the matter, especially when it was pretty clear what Ethan thought of this. Maybe it was unfair to put him in this position, to climb on top of him and talk about all the things theyâd done in a dream. Ethan was hard. Grayson had felt it growing against his ass for the last few minutes, a physical reminder of what shouldnât be, what couldnât be.
Ethan flushed down to his toes, suddenly much too hot to handle any of this, Grayson still staring at his dick. He hadnât meant to give himself away so easily. He was already hyper-aware of Graysonâs every move, every word, every predatory look along the length of his body. The thought of his brother acting like this shouldâve been repulsive, but Ethan couldnât explain the way he was feeling, the fiery licks of lust that burned his throat, threatening to put into words what he truly wanted. Ethanâs own gaze flickered down to join the tense stare-off, their cocks barely pressing together, chubbed up under their respective clothes.
âWe shouldnât,â Grayson spoke softly after a bit of silence, though his fingers said a completely different thing, gently pushing up Ethanâs shirt, fingertips gliding slowly up his skin. He could feel his own pulse increase as his hand pushed higher, trying to memorize every groove of Ethanâs abs, the slope of his pecs, the way his nipple pebbles under his touch.
âWe shouldnât,â Ethan repeated back, though he made no move to push Grayson off or tell him to stop touching. âYou should go back to sleep, Grayson,â Ethan murmured, eyebrows furrowed as he spoke. Ethan wasnât equipped to deny himself this, especially when heâd already seen such intimate parts of Grayson and the thoughts that filled his head. The hand under his shirt was making goosebumps rise on his skin in anticipation for more, more touches and kisses and blazing confessions.
Ethanâs words made Grayson stop in his tracks, pulling his hand away as if he had been burned. He knew this was the right thing to do. He shouldnât have expected Ethan to bend to his will, not when it came to this. âIâm gonna dream about you again,â he sighed. He sounded tired as he said it, sleepy and all too aware of his nightly fate.
âThatâs okay,â Ethan assured. He finally offered a small smile, a reassurance that Grayson didnât realize he needed. They couldnât, it was one step too far, despite how much they wanted to indulge their desires.
Graysonâs somber expression turned into a more pleasant one when Ethan gave him his blessing. He moved slowly as he climbed off of Ethan and laid beside him, an appropriate amount of space between them now. âIâll see you tomorrow,â Grayson muttered, eyes closed already, breathing evenly to try and calm his heartbeat.
Ethan felt a whole slew of emotions as Grayson climbed off of him, some he wasnât exactly expecting. He didnât want to call it disappointment, but he felt something tug in his chest when Grayson agreed so easily to not continue. Ethan sat up and looked down at Grayson, wanting to say everything and nothing at all. The older twin stood without a word and made his way towards the door, not looking back as he left.
âYouâre a freak.â Grayson furrowed his brows when he said it. He was well aware that it applied to himself too, considering heâd been so non-combative about his increased interest in his own brother. When all Ethan did was chuckle under him, Grayson felt like slapping him across the face.
As a part of this ficâs 1 year anniversary, I wanted to post this moodboard I made for it that I never posted on here!
This is probably one of my favorite things Iâve written about the twins. This was such a labor of love and I spent around two years writing it!
Give it some love on AO3 if you havenât already!
Iâm still working on a couple more installments of Underbelly with no intension to stop anytime soon. I did reach a snag and wrote about 4 or 5K for this next part, but I decided to ultimately rewrite the whole thing. It just was not going where I wanted it to. I think Iâll be able to get back to writing towards the end of October, early November! I know thatâs prob not what you wanna hear :â)
Hi! Iâm obsessed with this au so hereâs part 4 even though I just posted one lol. Time skipped a couple more years, to their 30th bday! Enjoy!
WC: 2611
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Ethan took a slow drag from the cigarette between his fingers, exhaling towards the sky, hoping it would make the smell less noticeable. He was sitting on his and Graysonâs porch, on the steps that led up to their front door, arms wrapped around his knees.
Ethan could feel the way the air was shifting already, spring turning into another burning hot summer. It was still cool enough to enjoy the weather, so Ethan tried to take advantage as much as possible. He liked watching the neighborhood pass by as they lived their lives, watching cars drive past and squirrels climb up trees, birds swooping by and neighbors offering polite smiles on their daily walks.
Ethan didnât startle when he heard the door behind him open, feeling the floorboards under him creaking under Graysonâs weight.
âYou know I donât like it when you smoke,â Grayson scolded softly, smiling anyway, reaching down to pet the top of Ethanâs head before he joined him on the steps, sitting right beside him.
âI was feeling rebellious,â Ethan explained, returning the smile and watching Grayson settle.
âThere are better ways to act out,â Grayson smirked and went to grab the cigarette from Ethanâs hand, taking a drag for himself.
Ethan watched Grayson fondly, admiring the way his lips curled around it, how the smoke bellowed out of him unceremoniously. âI was thinking..â Ethan trailed off, still staring.
âUh oh,â Grayson joked, handing the cigarette back to Ethan.
Ethan laughed softly before he continued, ashing the cigarette on the step below them. âI want to move. California is so⊠I donât know. Iâm done with it, you know?â He said honestly, finishing off the cigarette before he threw it on the bottom step, crushing it under the heel of his shoe. âI wanna be somewhere quiet. And beautiful. Where no one will bother us.â
Grayson smiled at Ethan as he spoke, nodding along. âI agree,â Grayson murmured, wanting to touch, to place a hand on Ethanâs thigh or kiss his cheek to show some form of support, but he was keenly aware that anyone could see them on their stoop, that any neighbor could pop out and see the twins doing unsavory things if they werenât careful. So, he refrained, kept his distance and his hands to himself. âJersey?â Grayson suggested, still staring at his brotherâs face.
âI considered it,â Ethan admitted. âI wish we could move back in with mom sometimes. That house is perfect,â he chuckled.
Grayson laughed too, because he had the same thought. Their childhood home was everything they wanted, with the unwelcome prying eyes of their mother. âWe can look at something close to her, yeah? Our own piece of land. We can make it our own.â
Ethan nodded eagerly. âThat sounds nice,â he hummed, ignoring their rule, the one about not being too obvious in public, snaking his hand onto Graysonâs thigh and squeezing it gently.
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â3, 2, 1!â
The family of four all struck a pose as the flash of the camera went off, bursting into fits of laughter after the photo was taken.
Although the weather in LA wasnât exactly fit for sweaters, they each had on a matching ugly sweater, something their mom had insisted on, for the sake of the holiday spirit.
âGrayson, your eyes are closed again!â Cameron guffawed as she looked at the photo they had just taken, turning the phone around to show it to the twins.
âShit,â Grayson laughed, giving Cameron an awkward smile in return. âIâm sorry, I have to blink,â he insisted.
Ethan came up beside him to look at the picture too, shaking his head playfully. âI think itâll make a great postcard,â he assured through a laugh.
It was a strange feeling, although exciting, to have their mom and sister here to celebrate their birthday and Christmas, in the home where Ethan and Grayson had grown so much, both as people and in their relationship. Ethan had been quite nervous about it at first, the premise of having to act normal around them for the next two weeks, but Grayson had assured him that theyâd done it their whole lives, it wouldnât be any different this time around.
Ethan had noticed a change in their mother coming up to this trip, in the way she talked about them. Theyâd grown used to her asking about girlfriends, boyfriends, family plans, about when they were going to move away from each other. Now, she rarely asked about any of that, in favor of asking how theyâd been, what they were up to, how work was. Ethan didnât want to assume she knew about them, but it made him a bit queasy to ponder her new acceptance of their relationship as it was, two brothers who were content to live side by side their whole lives, unimpeded by spouses. They were turning 30 in a few days, the age where they shouldâve been thinking seriously about starting families and settling down, but they couldnât deny what they really wanted, which was to be together, just the two of them.
Itâs just Grayson and Cameron one morning, up quite a bit earlier than Ethan or their mom could ever bother to be up. Grayson had made them both eggs and blueberry pancakes, to Cameronâs surprise.
âEthanâs not much of a cook, so one of us has to be able to feed us,â Grayson explained with a smile, eyes downcast at the imperfect pancakes he was cutting into.
Cameron smiled softly at that, watching Grayson curiously. Sheâd been wanting to ask about that, about Grayson and Ethan. How they worked, how neither of them had any intention to separate from each other anytime soon. Cameron had only ever passively cared about what her brothers got up to, never really caring to look too deep into their bond. It was different now, all of them were much older and much more mature. Sheâd wondered for years if there was anything more, if their closeness was just on the surface level.
âI bet you still do all the laundry and handle the finances too,â Cameron quipped back, taking a bite of her eggs as she watched Grayson laugh.
âActually, heâs gotten better at the finances part. Canât say he does much laundry, though,â Grayson hummed and took a sip from his water. âWe have a good system. We try to trade off on the chores and stuff.â
Cameron is slightly shocked that Grayson didnât deny that part, the part about them sharing money, like a couple. She itches to ask what she really wants to ask. It all sounds so domestic in a way she canât quite wrap her head around. âYouâre better than most married couples,â she commented, offhandedly, though she realized too late what she was implying.
Grayson paused for a moment, only taking a second to gather his thoughts before he continued eating. No way, he thought. Thereâs no way. âWe fight like a married couple, too,â he tacked on, trying his best to dissolve the cloud of tension that settled over them.
Cameron looked Graysonâs way again, narrowing her eyes at him, like she was trying to figure it all out. âBe honest with me, Gray. Like, really honest,â she finally said, setting her utensils down to give him her undivided attention.
Grayson looked up at Cameron with a carefully practiced expression, furrowing his brows as if he was confused. He knew the day would come when she would ask, heâd practiced for this exact scenario. âAbout what?â Grayson replied easily and shoved another piece of pancake in his mouth. He wasnât going to be honest at all, as long as he could help it.
âYou and Ethan. Itâs.. Itâs more than youâre letting on. I see it, Gray, the way you look at each other. Living together this long. Not one mention of other people,â Cameron watched as Grayson broke eye contact with her, looking down at his plate with an almost guilty expression. Cameron remembers that look from when they were little, when sheâd catch them getting up to no good. Grayson doesnât need to say anything in return, but she wants to hear it from him so sheâd have some peace of mind.
Grayson isnât exactly sure how to proceed. He never expected his sister to be so adamant about the topic. It seemed like her thoughts were set, that Grayson could probably do little to convince her otherwise. Grayson shrugged, returning her intense gaze and letting out a breath through his nose. âWhy do you care?â Grayson countered. He hadnât meant to sound sassy, or rude, but it was a genuine question. Why did it matter? Why was it so bad that he and Ethan loved each other so deeply?
Cameron finally seemed to relax at Graysonâs answer. It was all the answer she needed. Truly, sheâd been coming to terms with their relationship their whole lives, so it was barely shocking to her anymore. She couldnât say she was exactly in favor of her twin brothers being together in this way, but she also knew she could do nothing to pull them apart, even if she really wanted to.
âI don't,â Cameron said after clearing her throat, back to eating her food like before. âItâs sweet. Built-in soulmate,â she concluded, offering the smallest smile, trying to ease the stressed expression on Graysonâs face.
Grayson found himself speechless again. This wasnât how he thought this morning would go, unintentionally revealing themselves to their sister. âWeâre good together. I donât think Iâll ever get sick of him,â Grayson mused. He thought, if he could prove that it was blissful, that he wouldnât want it any other way, then any of Cameronâs preconceptions could be proven wrong.
Cameron finished off the last bite of her pancake, leaning back in her seat to take Grayson in, arms crossing over her chest. âNo nieces and nephews for me to spoil, then?â She teased.
Grayson tried his best to let his guard down, to just be normal about this, to accept that Cameron wasnât saying any of this maliciously. âWeâre trying,â he admitted. âIâm not too into the idea of him, uh, carrying, but weâre looking into some other options. Adoption, surrogacy.â
Cameron nodded. She couldnât help but feel herself growing embarrassed, almost uncomfortable. It was a natural reaction to hearing any mention of her siblingsâ sex lives. âHeâd be such a wimp about it, anyway,â Cameron laughed. âHe canât even handle having a cold.â
Grayson laughed, too, feeling like it was okay to do so, to about this with her. âYeah, I guess so,â he smirked.
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Ethan giggled as Grayson pushed at his shoulder, the older twin dropping to his knees obediently. He looked up at Grayson with big, shiny eyes, glistening with his intoxication. He could still feel the warmth of the rum he had earlier blooming through his chest as he gently tugged down Graysonâs sweats, only enough to take him out of his boxers.
It was Christmas Eve, and the house was quiet, save for the sound of the air conditioning, and the low hum of the abandoned Christmas movie in the living room. They had all wanted to stay up and watch it together, as a family, but both Cameron and their mom had bowed out in favor of sleep. Ethan and Grayson didnât mind, of course.
Ethan was never subtle when he was drunk, so it had been hard to keep his distance until they had left. Heâd followed Grayson into the kitchen when he said he wanted to grab some snacks, having other things in mind.
âI can trust you to be quiet, right?â Grayson purred as he watched Ethan pull his boxers down, revealing his already hard cock, bobbing a few inches from his face.
Ethan nodded eagerly, a hand wrapping around the base so he could stroke the length of it. This was extremely stupid, doing this in the kitchen where they could very easily be found, but Ethan didnât really care at the moment. Heâd spent the whole week sleeping alone, with only stolen kisses here and there, and he could barely function without the excessively close contact he was used to.
âShut me up,â Ethan challenged and leaned down, spitting on Graysonâs dick so his hand would glide more smoothly, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, inviting Grayson in.
Grayson was certain he wouldnât last very long, not at this rate, with Ethan being as effortlessly sexy as he was. Grayson wordlessly took a fistful of Ethanâs soft hair in his hand, using the grip to steady himself as he slowly pushed himself down Ethanâs throat. Ethan was always so good at this, pliant and soft and wet, no gag reflex to get in the way of Grayson wrecking him.
Ethan let out a silky noise around Grayson as he slowly started a pace, eyes closing as he concentrated on relaxing his throat. Grayson was already pushing him all the way down, forcing his lips to press against the base, nose buried in the patch of pubes above it. If only Grayson could see how wet he was, how he felt like he was soaking through every layer he was wearing. He didnât dare touch himself, not wanting to stop the pleasant ache or the slick that never ceased to spill out of him. He clenched around nothing, desperate to feel Graysonâs cock inside him.
Grayson tried not to make a sound as he fucked into Ethan's mouth, letting out shaky breaths that threatened to turn into soft noises. "Missed you,â he groaned softly, pressing Ethan all the way down and keeping him there for a few moments, able to feel the way his gag reflex flexed around him. Grayson used his free hand to feel along the length of Ethanâs neck, squeezing his fingers around him so he could feel the outline of himself there, making his cock jolt in his mouth.
Ethan hummed again, flattening his tongue out to make more space, drooling down his chin and making a mess of his shirt. If he could come untouched, he wouldâve been shaking from the gentle squeeze of his neck, Grayson admiring the way he fit inside of his throat. He made sure to keep his hands folded in his lap, knowing Grayson liked having full control of him, with no roaming hands to deal with.
"You're so good, just for me," Grayson purred and pushed his hips forward, on the verge of his orgasm as he thrusted into Ethan's mouth. His twin was perfect in every way conceivable, so receptive to him and what he needed, even if it happened to be in the middle of their kitchen, while the rest of their family slept just down the hall. "You want my load down your throat, E?" he growled and tugged his hair harder, watching Ethan's face scrunch up, trying desperately to tell him yes, please, I need all of it.
When Grayson did come, Ethan stayed impaled on the girthy length, letting his throat muscles work around him as he swallowed, not pulling off until he was certain he'd gotten all of it. The room seemed to spin a little more after he finished, pressing lazy kisses to Grayson's tummy as he pulled his sweats back up. "I need more," Ethan whined, knowing it wasn't likely that they'd be able to fuck properly, even though his body ached for it, needed it to function.
"I know. Me too," Grayson hummed, still sucking in slow breaths, recovering from his orgasm as he leaned back against the counter.
I just KNOW G&E had quiet mornings on the water in the mountains with sweet little kisses and long talks about what theyâve accomplished and what theyâve done I justâ I am so soft for these two and the love they have
You are so right anon and Iâm literally so obsessed with how in love they are as well, like itâs crazy how easy it was for them to find their literal soulmate đ
Hereâs a lil somethin for this wonderful ask! đ„°đ
Grayson canât sleep. Itâs not for a bad reason. Nothing is weighing on his soul that was particularly very heavy, heâs not being tormented by anything. Heâs savoring. He canât really do that while heâs asleep.
Itâs day four of their spontaneous road trip and everyday feels better than the last. They managed to bag the cutest cabin ever, which was so cozy and warm, Grayson found he had a hard time making himself leave for the day. Itâs only a mile from the river so itâs easy to bike, or walk even.
Grayson is especially excited about today because Kyle isnât with them. He had left late the night before and Grayson hadnât been able to quell his excitement for the day to come, where he could just spend it with his brother. So, heâd settled for going through the motions, getting ready for bed and slotting himself easily in Ethanâs arms, the younger twin always content with being the little spoon. Theyâd gone to bed pretty late anyway, but Grayson had spent the night dozing for a little while at a time, and then waking up to a warmth behind him and the galaxy showing through the window above. He was content, watching the stars unmoving and making himself aware of everywhere he could feel Ethan, wanting more, always wanting more.
Theyâre slow to rise and Grayson can already feel his natural instincts to go out and explore bugging him. He could barely get through his toast before he stood to pack their bag. Today, they were planning on heading down to the river and swimming for a while, soak the sun in and just be. Thatâs something they hadnât been able to do in so long, and definitely not with the constant bustle and urgency to create in LA.
Here, it was different. You had no obligations. The land waited for you and opened itself up for you, you swam in its lakes and rivers and hiked its mountains and there was a sense of gratefulness for being able to experience it, to be alive and to feel the sun burning your face and the harshness of the cool water on your skin. Here, Grayson could hop into Ethanâs arms and not care how weird it looked. Here, he could kiss Ethan silly and have him kiss back, have his hands roam all over him and touch the places on him that needed it most. It was silent, forgiving, it gave and they took, but they gave too, in a sense. They attached memories to creeks and built fires in clearings and fucked under the stars like teenagers, which they technically still were, but would dispute. It was a sort of natural, clandestine give and take that Grayson felt him and Ethan were meant for. He loved being busy and loved having things to do, of course. But, if he could just spend his days with Ethan, discovering new places in the woods and bathing in the waterfalls they found along the way, heâd take it in a heartbeat.
The two walked hand in hand this time, with their bags slung over their shoulders, light conversation exchanged between the two. They left their phones in the cabin this time, wanting to give their utmost attention to each other and to the nature theyâd be experiencing. The walk felt shorter than it had with Kyle, the sound of rushing water made Graysonâs skin prickle with excitement. As soon as they arrived at one of the river banks, Ethan turned and kissed him on the cheek, the biggest smile spread across his sharp features.
Grayson had busied himself with getting their set up ready; two towels, water, fruit and crackers, the basics. He had just happened to be looking over at Ethan as he saw his twin push his trunks down and step out of them, before walking waist-deep into the river. Quite the feat considering how cold it usually was. Once Grayson was finished, he walked right up to where Ethanâs trunks laid, repeating the same process and walking into the river completely naked.
Ethan had already dunked himself in, water droplets dripping down his toned chest and making it hard for Grayson to focus on his footing. Instead though, he decided holding on to Ethan would be the best bet, his arms easily wrapping around his brotherâs waist and standing in his space, leaning up to kiss him slowly.
âThought weâd save the skinny dipping for later tonight?â Grayson asked, smile wide on his face. âJust couldnât wait to get me naked, huh?â He teased and kissed him again, letting his head rest against his chest.
Ethanâs hands, almost at their own volition, snaked up to cup Graysonâs cheeks, staring down at the beautiful, familiar face heâd fallen in love with so many times before. âIs that all you think about?â He asked playfully, pressing another kiss to his lips. âCanât I just enjoy nature in my most natural state?â He laughed.
Grayson chuckled too, shaking his head fondly. He wasnât sure how he could ever go back to their normal life after experiencing such intense harmony here.
Later on, they lay back on their towels and rest for a while, in comfortable silence, letting the sun soak into their skin and the breeze rush over them. Their fingers are intertwined and theyâre so content, with each other and their place in the world. Itâs amazing how good they have it.
They walk back to their cabin lazily, tired from swimming all day but happy to be together. Grayson makes dinner and Ethan eats it gratefully, and Grayson watches him with the fondest look on his face.
It gets so cold at night out here and theyâre grateful Kyle is gone so they can share their warmth for the night, with no sneaking around or worrying about getting caught.
Except, Grayson is burning, sweating, heâs out of breath and he feels like heâs being split in two. He feels so dizzy, but his hips seem to move by themselves, gyrating on top of Ethan in circles and languid figure-eights. His hands are both on Ethanâs chest so he can keep himself up, letting small yelps with every thrust that Ethan gives against him. Itâs dark, they have the lights off in favor of letting the dim light from the stars flood into the room.
Grayson can barely make out Ethanâs face, so he reaches up to feel his features, his thumb running over his brotherâs plump bottom lip, trailing along his cheek bone and cupping it warmly, leaning down to kiss him hard. He moans into Ethanâs mouth uncontrollably, because his big brother is particularly amazing at finding that sweet spot inside of him and milking it for all it was worth. Grayson could cry at how amazing he felt, overwhelmed by all the stimulation on his senses.
Ethan holds his hips bruisingly, like heâd get away if he didnât. Heâs a little less elegant about these things. Heâs clumsy as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm, kisses him with a sloppy tongue and nips Graysonâs lip and the skin on his jaw, thrusts a little too hard and neglects the dick in between them, slapping against his stomach and looking desperate to be touched.
Ethan sat up when he felt the first tear, sliding warmly down his chest. Heâs worried at first, but he knows how Grayson gets. He can feel as Grayson wraps his arms tight around his neck and cries quietly into his ear, all while rutting against him like his life depended on it.
âS-Sorry, Iâm sorry,â Grayson whimpers. Ethan holds him closer, kissing the side of his face as he continues to speak. âFeels so good. Love it, love how you fill me up, E.â He said shakily.
Ethan knows he canât do much but be there, fuck Grayson until he comes so hard he sees stars, whisper sweet nothings into his ear and assure him it was okay.
âYouâre so pretty when you cry, baby boy.â Ethan says lowly, eyes closed as he savored the deft movement of Graysonâs hips. âLove it when you do.â Ethan admitted with a soft smile on his face. âMeans Iâm doing something right, doesnât it?â He purrs and pulls away just a little bit, so he could punctuate the sentence with a kiss.
Graysonâs lashes are wet, gratefully so, and the tear streaks on his cheeks show no sign of drying soon. âGod, I love you.â He breathed. Heâd said it so many times and it never failed to make the heat in his tummy flare up pleasantly.
âI know you do.â
Grayson comes a few moments later, thighs shaking and head thrown back as he rode through his orgasm, letting out a string of Ethanâs and I love youâs along with it. He makes a mess between them but Ethan doesnât mind, he lives for how much of a slut Grayson can be about getting fucked by him. The boy lives for it, made to fit against Ethan perfectly.
Ethan fills him to the brim. Grayson slumps against him and tries to catch his breath. No matter how many times they toe the line of acceptability or how many boundaries they push and break down, it always feels the same. It feels like theyâre complete.
Neither of them can sleep afterwards, so Grayson slips on a pair of joggers and grabs the duvet from the bed in one hand, and holds Ethanâs hand tight with the other. He lead him out to the back porch and walked him all the way to the edge of the yard where they have a clear view of the mountains and the horizon. Itâs still dark so heâs careful as he leads him through some trees. Thereâs a log perfectly placed where they need it, and they sit down on it while Grayson wraps the blanket around both of them. He wrapped his arms around Ethanâs waist as well and rested his head on his shoulder, relishing in the familiar warmth radiating off of him.
They watch for a while, listen to the sounds of crickets turn into the chirping of birds. They watch the forest turn orange and yellow, quite a change from the dark, somber blue it was just a few minutes ago. Itâs silent between them and nothing needs to be said. Itâs all serene, itâs quiet, itâs perfect.
Grayson speaks anyway. Itches to say something.
âThis is everything Iâve ever wanted.â Grayson starts softly, still crowded against his brother. âYou, spending all my time with you. Doing what we do. Making people happy.â He sighs. He isnât going to get emotional again, doesnât make a habit of it unless heâs got Ethan balls deep inside of him.
âYeah.â Ethan agreed easily. âItâs incredible.â He murmured, honestly. âNever thought Iâd get to spend my days with you like this.â It was a struggle to get here, to the point where they were comfortable enough to kiss and touch. It was worth every struggle they had. It was worth the hiding.
âLove you, E. Iâd do anything for you, I hope you know that.â Grayson whispered, moving to nuzzle his face into Ethanâs neck.
Ethan couldnât help the wide smile that spread across his face, or the butterflies that made a mess of his tummy. âI love you.â He murmured. âAnd Iâd give anything to be able to love you like this forever.â He said softly, turning to kiss the top of Graysonâs head.
Tags: Mentions of pregnancy, mentions of adoption, slice of life, rough sex, slightly angsty
Howdy :] Another glimpse into this au. Time skipped a few years, so theyâre somewhere in their late 20âs.
Not really sure what this is yet! Enjoy!
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Ethan tapped his foot on the hard tile of their bathroom, hunched over as he sat on the edge of the tub. He had his face in his hands, impatiently waiting. The pregnancy test on the counter still wasnât ready, but Ethan wanted to look.
Ethan wasnât really sure what to think, what to expect. Heâd never had a scare like this before. He glanced at the test againâ still blank. Ethan had been prompted to take a test after a whole week of him being sick, his symptoms seeming too coincidental. Ethan knew the chances were lowâ he was diligent about taking his pillâ but he also knew it wasnât impossible.
âE?â Grayson called, followed by a light knock on the door. âCan I come in?â
Ethan is already on the verge of tears when Grayson knocked, sniffling softly and quickly wiping his face. âYeah,â he said shakily, eyes still downcast, playing with a loose thread on the sleeve of his jacket.
ïżŒGrayson came in slowly, the door creaking as he pushed it open. âEthan,â he said again, much softer. He knelt in front of his twin and took his hands in his own, thumbs rubbing them warmly. âAre you nervous?â He asked with a weak smile, squeezing Ethanâs hands and admiring the quivering smile Ethan sent his way.
Ethan nodded, trying to find some comfort in the steady motion of Grayson rubbing the tops of his hands. âI donât know what I want it to say,â he admitted. âI know we shouldnâtâŠâ Ethan trailed off. âBut, I love you. I want that with you.â Ethan pulled his hands out of Graysonâs so he could cup the younger twinâs face, staring at the angular features that he loved so much. âWhat if itâs positive, Gray?â
Grayson knew it wouldnât be, they were careful. He wasnât sure how he would feel if it was positive. Grayson had firmly cemented himself as the reasonable twin, the one who thought things out rationally rather than going based on his emotions. What he knew for sure was that he loved Ethan, and having a family with him would be a dream come true. Grayson knew, realistically, there were a lot of things playing against them. Maybe, right now, wasnât the best time to have a baby.
Grayson gave him a sweet smile, turning his face in his hands to kiss Ethanâs palm, reaching up to pull them back into his grip. âI want that with you too,â he prefaced. âBut.. itâs hard, Ethan, you know that,â he said evenly, looking into Ethanâs eyes, not wanting to be avoidant about such a serious topic. âWeâre still figuring things out. We donât even know if your body could handle that,â Grayson said softly, carefully choosing his words to deliver his opinion on the matter. âAnd mom⊠sheâll figure us out.â
Ethanâs smile dropped slightly at Graysonâs concerns, blinking away more tears that spilled down his cheeks. Grayson was right, he always was. This was one of those things he wished he wasnât right about. Ethan looked down at their intertwined hands for a second, before he reached up to grab the test from the sink counter.
Negative.
Ethan let out a defeated chuckle, reaching up to wipe at his face. âI wish I could give you everything you want, Grayson,â Ethan sobbed softly, welcoming the feeling of Grayson surging up to wrap him in his arms.
âShh,â Grayson hushed softly and cradled the back of his head in his hand, holding him tightly. âYou already are,â Grayson whispered, pulling away so he could kiss his twin, planting a kiss on his lips. âEven if we never have kids, thatâs okay. Youâre all I need.â
Ethan nodded, more to convince himself than Grayson, wrapping his arms around his shoulders to hug him once more. Even if it wasnât what he wanted to hear, he knew Grayson would always tell the truth. If he insisted he was enough, then maybe Ethan could finally start believing him.
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Grayson took a long sip from his coffee, looking over the brim at Ethan, who was sitting across the table from him. His older twin was scarfing his scrambled tofu down, making sure to fit in big bites of his toast along with it. Grayson set his mug down and took a moment to stare, watching him fondly. He loved watching him eat, seeing him healthy, not ashamed of being a little messy as long he enjoyed it.
Ethan was too focused on his breakfast to notice Grayson was staring, grateful that Grayson had made him something substantial, rather than eating another bowl of cereal like he did most mornings. When he did finally notice, Ethan was almost done with his plate, looking up at Grayson with a quirk in his brow.
âLike what you see?â Ethan teased and returned his attention to the food on his plate, finishing off the last bite of his toast.
âMhm,â Grayson hummed, tilting his head slightly, pondering for a moment.
It had been a few months since Ethan drew a negative pregnancy test. It had gotten Ethan out of his funk, and subsequently put Grayson in a funk of his own. He hadnât talked to Ethan about it yet, about his irrepressible desire to see his twin with a big, round belly, to have a kid to call their own.
âWhat if we adopted?â Grayson said suddenly, a smile creeping onto his features as he watched Ethanâs reaction.
Ethanâs face scrunched up in confusion. âBut youâre allergic,â Ethan said, not quite understanding what Grayson meant.
Grayson laughed heartily and shook his head. âNot a dog, dumbass,â he chuckled.
Ethanâs eyes lit up at the clarification, blinking back at him as he considered it. âSeriously?â Ethan murmured, unsure.
âIâm serious. I think we should adopt,â Grayson confirmed. âI think itâs a good compromise. Less explaining to mom, you know?â Grayson murmured.
Ethan nodded eagerly, not saying another word before he stood up and walked to Graysonâs side of the table, swinging a leg over his lap so he could seat himself there. Ethan wrapped his arms around Grayson tightly, just wanting to feel him for a moment. âI would love that, Gray,â Ethan whispered, squeezing him a little tighter.
Grayson reciprocated the hug and pulled him closer. âïżŒI want twins,â he teased, kissing Ethanâs temple.
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Ethan let out a quiet gasp against Graysonâs ear, blunt nails leaving angry, red trails down his back. Grayson seemed to be reaching the deepest parts of him, cracking him wide open.
They had woken up to bad news that morning, a call from their social worker that let them know that the adoption agency they had picked wouldnât be going forward with them, that another set of parents had been chosen.
Grayson had gone to work feeling numb, putting on a brave face for the world so he wouldnât have to keep explaining why he was angry, aggravated, disappointed.
It hadnât really been his plan to take it out on Ethan, but his brother had offered, had told him it was okay, he was upset too, he needed it.
So, here he was, fucking into his twin harshly, sweaty bodies sliding together, Ethanâs lips spilling out sweet whimpers and shrieks right by his ear. It was a welcome distraction, something good to focus on. The smallest light in a moment that felt as dark as it could get.
Ethan threw his head back as he felt another orgasm hit him, eyes screwed shut and lips parted in a silent scream, shaky whines coming out. âHurts,â he groaned, his brain much too hazy to form full sentences. It didnât mean stop, it didnât even mean slow down, or to let up at all, purely communicating what he was feeling. He knew Grayson would know that, that he loved everything Grayson did to him.
âYeah?â Grayson purred and kept on his brutal pace, sharp jabs against Ethanâs cervix, pounding into him relentlessly. The tight clutch of Ethan was intense, squeezing and fluttering around him with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Grayson had lost count at this point, and he wanted to pull more out of him if he could. âNo one can fuck you this good, not like I do,â Grayson growled by his ear.
âNo one,â Ethan repeated, clutching onto Grayson tightly, holding onto the last bits of his sanity.
Grayson buried his face into Ethanâs neck and sunk his teeth into the pale flesh there, leaving purple bruises on his skin, more proof of their unbreakable bond. Grayson let out groan against him, managing a few more thrusts before he bottomed out and came inside of Ethan. The image of Ethan carrying his child was inescapable now, filling his head, diluting his thoughts, making only one thing clear in his mindâ the risk didnât matter to Grayson anymore, the questions that would come and the endless hiding they would have to do, all of it seemed worthwhile as he pumped Ethan full of his come. Grayson could only hope that maybe it would latch this time, maybe he could give Ethan everything he wanted, truly.
Ethan was a shivering mess underneath the weight of his brother, sticky and satisfied. He ached for more, still, ached for Grayson to keep ruining him in this way. Ethanâs breathing started to even out finally, his heart rate mellowing, his head pleasantly empty, only thinking about the softening cock inside of him and how full he still felt.
Grayson dragged himself up, giving Ethan some room and pulling out slowly. He didnât have the energy to talk, he knew he didnât have to. Ethan was a mind reader, especially with him. Grayson planted one last kiss to the large hickey heâd left on his neck, rolling off of Ethan and laying beside him. It hit him then, the fact that he was drained, completely spent, satisfied that heâd made Ethan happy. For now.
Ethan pulled the duvet over them, ignoring the mess between his legs, knowing it didnât matter as much as Grayson did in that moment. Ethan turned on his side to face him, leaning down to return the kiss on his cheek, letting his arm rest across his chest, cuddling into his side with ease.
âWeâll figure it out,â Ethan said after a long stretch of silence, staring at the side of Graysonâs face, admiring the way his eyelashes looked fanned across his cheekbone. âNot worth it to stress.â
Grayson knew he was right. For once, Ethan was making more sense than Grayson could at the moment. He kept his eyes closed, content to stay still, to bask in the afterglow.
