An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
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: “You’re a freak.” Grayson furrowed his brows when he said it. He was well aware that it applied to himself too, considering he’d 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?
You should make a grethan one shot based on the song Little bit by drake ft-Lykke Li you don’t have to of course just think it’s a fun idea !
Thank you for this ask and the suggestion! Hope you enjoy :] 🩵🩷
WC: 4246
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Hands down
I’m too proud for love
But with eyes shut
It’s you I’m thinking of
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It’s always hazy to start.
He didn’t used to dream about Ethan very often, only randomly, usually with him being a side character at best, never just about him.
Grayson’s 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 clouds— fluffy, dense, suffocating— 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 he’s sat at a booth, in a small cafe, bustling with people. He smiles to himself as he watches people walk up to the register. They’re speaking a language he doesn’t 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. He’s not moving, but the rings of foam seem to swirl, slow and measured, creating ripples in his coffee.
“Grayson.”
He finally looks up, met with dark brown eyes and a square jaw, curly black hair that falls just above bushy brows.
“Ethan,” 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. He’s glowing, radiating a warm, yellow light, angelic in the way it radiated.
“I got you a cappuccino,” Ethan chuckles and stares back. He looks fond, a happy, toothy grin revealing as much.
He’s so beautiful.
“My favorite,” 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, Ethan’s smile was even bigger. Grayson didn’t 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. “You had a little foam,” 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. “You sure you got it all?” 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. They’re back home, in their backyard. It’s 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 doesn’t have to look behind himself to know that there’s a towering oak a few yards away, long dead, still a behemoth that plagued his thoughts. Grayson’s eyes are still closed, and he can see the etching in the bark, a heart, E + G in the middle. It’s faded, wet, mossy.
“Do you mean it?” Grayson heard himself ask. His eyes opened and Ethan was still there, looking just as beautiful as he did in the coffee shop.
Ethan didn’t say anything at first, didn’t move when he felt Grayson’s fingers grip his biceps. He leaned in just a few inches from Grayson’s mouth, as if to kiss him. His eyes are lidded, nearly closed, but he doesn’t dare move closer. “I do. Always,” he murmured.
Grayson doesn’t move, either. He can feel Ethan’s breath, shallow and slow. “I love you too.” He met Ethan halfway and kissed him again to punctuate his sentence, indulgently letting his hands slide up to rest on Ethan’s broad shoulders, fingers kneading into the flesh, trailing up his neck until he had both sides of Ethan’s face cupped in his hands. Grayson is the first to pull away, quite reluctantly, face-splitting smile on his face.
“I’m making eggs. Any way you’d like,” Ethan said, and it made Grayson pull back further, confused. “Or I could try to make bacon again,” Ethan continued and looked mischievous then, knowing, like he knew Grayson wouldn’t 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.
“Gray, that was seriously the funniest thing ever,” Ethan snorted, trying to wipe the tears that were streaming out of his eyes.
“What are you talking about?” Grayson said groggily, rubbing at his eyes to try and get some of the sleep out of them, stretching his arms over his head.
“You were in, like, the deepest sleep ever, and as soon as I mentioned cooking bacon you woke up,” 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 he’d just had, or the dull ache in his chest, something like longing. “Don’t you dare touch the bacon. I’m not in the mood to put out any fires today,” Grayson scolded softly and playfully pushed at Ethan’s arm. Grayson’s eyes caught Ethan’s, 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. “Scrambled, please,” Grayson finally responded to Ethan’s initial offer, not moving to get out of bed.
“What was your dream about?” Ethan asked, instead of getting back up. “You were saying something but I couldn’t understand it,” he chuckled and turned onto his side, looking at Grayson expectantly.
Grayson hated that Ethan knew he’d been dreaming, trying desperately to come up with a good cover for the dream he’d had. He’d never tell Ethan about it, or about his feelings that manifested the vivid dreams. “We were just getting coffee,” he stated. It wasn’t a lie, they did get coffee, among other things.
“And?” Ethan pressed on. He knew his brother quite well, and he could already tell Grayson was omitting something. “Is that all we did?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows at his younger twin.
Grayson had the decency to look offended, pinching Ethan’s arm to get him to ease up in the interrogation he was conducting. When Ethan flinched and yelped, Grayson laughed sweetly, shaking his head. “Yes, that’s all we did. Creep,” he tacked on playfully, even though he had been the one to dream of himself kissing his own brother, and liked it.
“I’m gonna over-salt your eggs,” Ethan said, matter-of-factly, scooting off the bed so he could do just that.
“Please don’t!” 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.
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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 he’d 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.
“Ethan,” Grayson heard himself moan. “More,” 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.
“Fuck, Grayson,” Ethan panted and pressed his fingers harder into the flesh of Grayson’s hips, slamming him back on his cock with every thrust. “You were made for this,” he purred, his pace slowing but not getting any less harsh. “Made for me.”
Grayson nodded along without thinking, wanting nothing more than to give himself completely to his brother. “Made for you,” 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 Grayson’s. “Say it again,” he instructed evenly.
Grayson whined as he was flipped around, head spinning with desire and desperation. “I’m made for you,” Grayson panted. It was almost embarrassing how much he meant it, how much of himself he’d be willing to give just to make Ethan happy. He would give everything, anything, if it meant Ethan was happy.
“Again,” Ethan continued as he lined himself up with Grayson’s fluttering entrance once more, slipping back into the tight clutch of him.
“I’m made for you,” Grayson said again, louder, only impeded by the feeling of Ethan’s 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 Ethan’s hands reached up to grip Grayson’s 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. “Can you feel how perfect I fit, Grayson?” Ethan egged on, lips barely an inch from Grayson’s as he spoke, sharing the same breaths, suffocating Grayson with all his love. “I can feel you squeezing around me, don’t wanna let me go, huh?” he said, tone turning saccharine, soft and sweet. Ethan’s 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 Ethan’s words, shaking against his twin unashamedly, slack-jawed. He couldn’t 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.
Grayson’s 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 hadn’t 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 Ethan’s 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.
“Grayson?”
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, though— shy, unsure.
“Ethan,” Grayson responded with a sigh, rubbing a hand over his sweaty face. “What’s wrong?”
“You were calling for me,” 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. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” Grayson murmured.
“Another dream about me?” Ethan chanced, smiling softly at his twin brother, who flushed ever so slightly at his words.
“Yeah,” Grayson admitted without a fight, knowing it would’ve been impossible to explain it away. He looked back at Ethan just as cautiously, taking note of Ethan’s 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 didn’t know how to respond to the simple truth, to the fact that he seemed to be quite pervasive in Grayson’s psyche lately. “Why have I been on your mind so much lately?” Ethan asked, genuinely curious, taking a few steps towards Grayson’s bed as he spoke, sitting beside him in the mess of pillows and blankets.
Grayson watched Ethan’s every move as he came closer, fists tightening in his duvet to keep himself covered, still certain his hard-on hadn’t gone down yet. “I.. I don’t know, Ethan,” he said, honest as he could be.
The question about how Grayson felt about his twin brother had been something he’d contemplated his whole life. It was complicated, in more ways than one, and it wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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.
Grayson’s silence prompted Ethan to do the same. Grayson wasn’t usually hard to read, but he could tell his brother had a very firm wall up. “I have dreams about you sometimes,” Ethan offered, reaching up to tenderly push Grayson’s hair out of his face, offering some relief to the warmth of his skin, even if brief. “The other night, you were my teacher. It was so weird. And you wouldn’t give me an extension on an assignment,” Ethan laughed, trying to lighten the mood a bit. It seemed to work, Ethan staring shamelessly at the way Grayson’s shoulders shook with his laughter.
Grayson held his breath when he felt Ethan’s 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 didn’t say a word, still too jarred by his dream, not knowing how to approach this conversation at all.
“I’ve had.. weird dreams. With you in them,” Ethan continued. “Weird, like..” Ethan hesitated, looking down at Grayson’s fingers momentarily, working up the courage to look at his face again. “I’ve kissed you before. Not to be graphic, but, we made out,” 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 wasn’t so fucked up for having these dreams, then. Sure, making out wasn’t comparable to what he’d 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 Ethan’s 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.
“You kind of sucked at it, actual-“ Ethan tried to land another joke to see if it would suffice in making Grayson say something, quite anxious that he wasn’t saying anything in reaction to his admittance. He was cut off by Grayson lunging forward without warning, his lips crashing against his twin’s with enough force to knock Ethan onto his back, Ethan’s hands instinctively grabbing Grayson’s waist. The kiss only lasted a few moments before Grayson pulled away.
Grayson wasn’t 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 Grayson’s heart, possibly even reciprocate them.
“Whoa,” 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 he’d never thought would happen. “What was that?” He asked urgently, searching Grayson’s face for some sort of answer. Why in the world had Grayson just kissed him?
“You were fucking me,” Grayson responded softly, seemingly off-topic from Ethan’s question, lips parted as he stared at his twin’s mouth. “In my dream. You fucked me so good,” he sighed, nearly turning into a whine, feeling his body warm at the distant memory of Ethan’s cock shoved deep inside of him.
Ethan felt himself stiffen at Grayson’s candid admittance, as if they weren’t brothers, as if revealing something so damning wouldn’t change everything. Ethan wasn’t naive, it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about Grayson in that way before, on his loneliest nights when he was the only one left to turn to. “Grayson,” he said meekly, attempting to steer this conversation back to some normalcy.
Grayson easily ignored Ethan, pulling away completely and settling back on Ethan’s hips. Ethan’s hands were still splayed over his waist, prompting Grayson to lay his hands over them, letting the heat from his palms transfer to Ethan’s. “You held me exactly like this,” Grayson hummed, indulgently trailing one of his hands up the length of Ethan’s torso and letting his fingers wrap around his neck, mimicking the grip Ethan had had on his face in his dream. “You held me down, just like this,” Grayson purred. He didn’t break eye contact once, didn’t stop staring at the fearful, curious look on Ethan’s face. “You were.. unbelievable. Unreal. Just-“ 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 he’d just made. He settled his hands on his own thighs, itching to touch more of his brother, but refraining. “I know I can’t have you like that. Not in real life. But it’s still good. Still feels real.” Grayson looked down at Ethan again. He didn’t have to look down at himself to know his dick was coming back to life, slowly fattening up in his pants, pressing urgently against Ethan’s tummy. He couldn’t 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 Grayson’s hands all over him, staring back up at him, clinging to every word he said. Ethan could feel it, too, Grayson’s 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. “Grayson,” Ethan said again, after swallowing the lump in his throat, mouth feeling dry. “I don’t understand,” he murmured. He wasn’t 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 Grayson’s mouth quirked up into a smirk before he shrugged his shoulders. “Come on, E,” Grayson chuckled and scooted back until he was sitting on Ethan’s thighs, eyes grazing down his body until he landed on the front of Ethan’s plaid pajama pants. Grayson didn’t 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 they’d 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 shouldn’t be, what couldn’t be.
Ethan flushed down to his toes, suddenly much too hot to handle any of this, Grayson still staring at his dick. He hadn’t meant to give himself away so easily. He was already hyper-aware of Grayson’s every move, every word, every predatory look along the length of his body. The thought of his brother acting like this should’ve been repulsive, but Ethan couldn’t explain the way he was feeling, the fiery licks of lust that burned his throat, threatening to put into words what he truly wanted. Ethan’s own gaze flickered down to join the tense stare-off, their cocks barely pressing together, chubbed up under their respective clothes.
“We shouldn’t,” Grayson spoke softly after a bit of silence, though his fingers said a completely different thing, gently pushing up Ethan’s 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 Ethan’s abs, the slope of his pecs, the way his nipple pebbles under his touch.
“We shouldn’t,” Ethan repeated back, though he made no move to push Grayson off or tell him to stop touching. “You should go back to sleep, Grayson,” Ethan murmured, eyebrows furrowed as he spoke. Ethan wasn’t equipped to deny himself this, especially when he’d 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.
Ethan’s 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 shouldn’t have expected Ethan to bend to his will, not when it came to this. “I’m gonna dream about you again,” he sighed. He sounded tired as he said it, sleepy and all too aware of his nightly fate.
“That’s okay,” Ethan assured. He finally offered a small smile, a reassurance that Grayson didn’t realize he needed. They couldn’t, it was one step too far, despite how much they wanted to indulge their desires.
Grayson’s 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. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” 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 wasn’t exactly expecting. He didn’t 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.
“You’re a freak.” Grayson furrowed his brows when he said it. He was well aware that it applied to himself too, considering he’d 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 fic’s 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 I’ve written about the twins. This was such a labor of love and I spent around two years writing it!
Thank you so much for this message 🥺🩷 I’m so sorry I’ve def been slacking!! Work and school have been so so crazy!! As I age and become more of an adult the less time I have to write, which is so unfortunate :’) but I will update you on Underbelly!
I’m 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 I’ll be able to get back to writing towards the end of October, early November! I know that’s prob not what you wanna hear :’)
I appreciate your patience though!! I love you and your support means the world to me!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷
Hi! I’m obsessed with this au so here’s 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 Grayson’s 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 didn’t startle when he heard the door behind him open, feeling the floorboards under him creaking under Grayson’s weight.
“You know I don’t like it when you smoke,” Grayson scolded softly, smiling anyway, reaching down to pet the top of Ethan’s head before he joined him on the steps, sitting right beside him.
“I was feeling rebellious,” Ethan explained, returning the smile and watching Grayson settle.
“There are better ways to act out,” Grayson smirked and went to grab the cigarette from Ethan’s 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. “I was thinking..” Ethan trailed off, still staring.
“Uh oh,” Grayson joked, handing the cigarette back to Ethan.
Ethan laughed softly before he continued, ashing the cigarette on the step below them. “I want to move. California is so… I don’t know. I’m done with it, you know?” He said honestly, finishing off the cigarette before he threw it on the bottom step, crushing it under the heel of his shoe. “I wanna be somewhere quiet. And beautiful. Where no one will bother us.”
Grayson smiled at Ethan as he spoke, nodding along. “I agree,” Grayson murmured, wanting to touch, to place a hand on Ethan’s 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 weren’t careful. So, he refrained, kept his distance and his hands to himself. “Jersey?” Grayson suggested, still staring at his brother’s face.
“I considered it,” Ethan admitted. “I wish we could move back in with mom sometimes. That house is perfect,” 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. “We can look at something close to her, yeah? Our own piece of land. We can make it our own.”
Ethan nodded eagerly. “That sounds nice,” he hummed, ignoring their rule, the one about not being too obvious in public, snaking his hand onto Grayson’s thigh and squeezing it gently.
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“3, 2, 1!”
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 wasn’t 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.
“Grayson, your eyes are closed again!” Cameron guffawed as she looked at the photo they had just taken, turning the phone around to show it to the twins.
“Shit,” Grayson laughed, giving Cameron an awkward smile in return. “I’m sorry, I have to blink,” he insisted.
Ethan came up beside him to look at the picture too, shaking his head playfully. “I think it’ll make a great postcard,” 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 they’d done it their whole lives, it wouldn’t 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. They’d 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 they’d been, what they were up to, how work was. Ethan didn’t 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 should’ve been thinking seriously about starting families and settling down, but they couldn’t deny what they really wanted, which was to be together, just the two of them.
It’s 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 Cameron’s surprise.
“Ethan’s not much of a cook, so one of us has to be able to feed us,” Grayson explained with a smile, eyes downcast at the imperfect pancakes he was cutting into.
Cameron smiled softly at that, watching Grayson curiously. She’d 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. She’d wondered for years if there was anything more, if their closeness was just on the surface level.
“I bet you still do all the laundry and handle the finances too,” Cameron quipped back, taking a bite of her eggs as she watched Grayson laugh.
“Actually, he’s gotten better at the finances part. Can’t say he does much laundry, though,” Grayson hummed and took a sip from his water. “We have a good system. We try to trade off on the chores and stuff.”
Cameron is slightly shocked that Grayson didn’t 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 can’t quite wrap her head around. “You’re better than most married couples,” 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. There’s no way. “We fight like a married couple, too,” he tacked on, trying his best to dissolve the cloud of tension that settled over them.
Cameron looked Grayson’s way again, narrowing her eyes at him, like she was trying to figure it all out. “Be honest with me, Gray. Like, really honest,” 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, he’d practiced for this exact scenario. “About what?” Grayson replied easily and shoved another piece of pancake in his mouth. He wasn’t going to be honest at all, as long as he could help it.
“You and Ethan. It’s.. It’s more than you’re letting on. I see it, Gray, the way you look at each other. Living together this long. Not one mention of other people,” 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 she’d catch them getting up to no good. Grayson doesn’t need to say anything in return, but she wants to hear it from him so she’d have some peace of mind.
Grayson isn’t 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. “Why do you care?” Grayson countered. He hadn’t 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 Grayson’s answer. It was all the answer she needed. Truly, she’d been coming to terms with their relationship their whole lives, so it was barely shocking to her anymore. She couldn’t 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.
“I don't,” Cameron said after clearing her throat, back to eating her food like before. “It’s sweet. Built-in soulmate,” she concluded, offering the smallest smile, trying to ease the stressed expression on Grayson’s face.
Grayson found himself speechless again. This wasn’t how he thought this morning would go, unintentionally revealing themselves to their sister. “We’re good together. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of him,” Grayson mused. He thought, if he could prove that it was blissful, that he wouldn’t want it any other way, then any of Cameron’s 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. “No nieces and nephews for me to spoil, then?” She teased.
Grayson tried his best to let his guard down, to just be normal about this, to accept that Cameron wasn’t saying any of this maliciously. “We’re trying,” he admitted. “I’m not too into the idea of him, uh, carrying, but we’re looking into some other options. Adoption, surrogacy.”
Cameron nodded. She couldn’t help but feel herself growing embarrassed, almost uncomfortable. It was a natural reaction to hearing any mention of her siblings’ sex lives. “He’d be such a wimp about it, anyway,” Cameron laughed. “He can’t even handle having a cold.”
Grayson laughed, too, feeling like it was okay to do so, to about this with her. “Yeah, I guess so,” 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 Grayson’s 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 didn’t mind, of course.
Ethan was never subtle when he was drunk, so it had been hard to keep his distance until they had left. He’d followed Grayson into the kitchen when he said he wanted to grab some snacks, having other things in mind.
“I can trust you to be quiet, right?” 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 didn’t really care at the moment. He’d 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.
“Shut me up,” Ethan challenged and leaned down, spitting on Grayson’s dick so his hand would glide more smoothly, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, inviting Grayson in.
Grayson was certain he wouldn’t last very long, not at this rate, with Ethan being as effortlessly sexy as he was. Grayson wordlessly took a fistful of Ethan’s soft hair in his hand, using the grip to steady himself as he slowly pushed himself down Ethan’s 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 didn’t 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 Grayson’s 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,” 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 Ethan’s 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 would’ve 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.
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I know it’s going a bit slow. I do like writing in this style though, just little blips of their life. Hope you liked it :-) lmk your thoughts in my ask box! 🩵🩷
I just KNOW G&E had quiet mornings on the water in the mountains with sweet little kisses and long talks about what they’ve accomplished and what they’ve done I just— I am so soft for these two and the love they have
You are so right anon and I’m literally so obsessed with how in love they are as well, like it’s crazy how easy it was for them to find their literal soulmate 😭
Here’s a lil somethin for this wonderful ask! 🥰💕
Grayson can’t sleep. It’s not for a bad reason. Nothing is weighing on his soul that was particularly very heavy, he’s not being tormented by anything. He’s savoring. He can’t really do that while he’s asleep.
It’s 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. It’s only a mile from the river so it’s easy to bike, or walk even.
Grayson is especially excited about today because Kyle isn’t with them. He had left late the night before and Grayson hadn’t been able to quell his excitement for the day to come, where he could just spend it with his brother. So, he’d settled for going through the motions, getting ready for bed and slotting himself easily in Ethan’s arms, the younger twin always content with being the little spoon. They’d 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.
They’re 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. That’s something they hadn’t 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 Ethan’s 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, he’d 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 they’d be experiencing. The walk felt shorter than it had with Kyle, the sound of rushing water made Grayson’s 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 Ethan’s 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 brother’s waist and standing in his space, leaning up to kiss him slowly.
“Thought we’d save the skinny dipping for later tonight?” Grayson asked, smile wide on his face. “Just couldn’t wait to get me naked, huh?” He teased and kissed him again, letting his head rest against his chest.
Ethan’s hands, almost at their own volition, snaked up to cup Grayson’s cheeks, staring down at the beautiful, familiar face he’d fallen in love with so many times before. “Is that all you think about?” He asked playfully, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Can’t I just enjoy nature in my most natural state?” He laughed.
Grayson chuckled too, shaking his head fondly. He wasn’t 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 they’re so content, with each other and their place in the world. It’s 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 they’re 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, he’s out of breath and he feels like he’s 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 Ethan’s chest so he can keep himself up, letting small yelps with every thrust that Ethan gives against him. It’s 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 Ethan’s face, so he reaches up to feel his features, his thumb running over his brother’s plump bottom lip, trailing along his cheek bone and cupping it warmly, leaning down to kiss him hard. He moans into Ethan’s 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 he’d get away if he didn’t. He’s a little less elegant about these things. He’s clumsy as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm, kisses him with a sloppy tongue and nips Grayson’s 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. He’s 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.
“S-Sorry, I’m sorry,” Grayson whimpers. Ethan holds him closer, kissing the side of his face as he continues to speak. “Feels so good. Love it, love how you fill me up, E.” He said shakily.
Ethan knows he can’t 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.
“You’re so pretty when you cry, baby boy.” Ethan says lowly, eyes closed as he savored the deft movement of Grayson’s hips. “Love it when you do.” Ethan admitted with a soft smile on his face. “Means I’m doing something right, doesn’t it?” He purrs and pulls away just a little bit, so he could punctuate the sentence with a kiss.
Grayson’s lashes are wet, gratefully so, and the tear streaks on his cheeks show no sign of drying soon. “God, I love you.” He breathed. He’d said it so many times and it never failed to make the heat in his tummy flare up pleasantly.
“I know you do.”
Grayson comes a few moments later, thighs shaking and head thrown back as he rode through his orgasm, letting out a string of Ethan’s and I love you’s along with it. He makes a mess between them but Ethan doesn’t 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 they’re 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 Ethan’s 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. It’s still dark so he’s careful as he leads him through some trees. There’s 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 Ethan’s 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. It’s silent between them and nothing needs to be said. It’s all serene, it’s quiet, it’s perfect.
Grayson speaks anyway. Itches to say something.
“This is everything I’ve ever wanted.” Grayson starts softly, still crowded against his brother. “You, spending all my time with you. Doing what we do. Making people happy.” He sighs. He isn’t going to get emotional again, doesn’t make a habit of it unless he’s got Ethan balls deep inside of him.
“Yeah.” Ethan agreed easily. “It’s incredible.” He murmured, honestly. “Never thought I’d get to spend my days with you like this.” 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.
“Love you, E. I’d do anything for you, I hope you know that.” Grayson whispered, moving to nuzzle his face into Ethan’s neck.
Ethan couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face, or the butterflies that made a mess of his tummy. “I love you.” He murmured. “And I’d give anything to be able to love you like this forever.” He said softly, turning to kiss the top of Grayson’s 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 they’re somewhere in their late 20’s.
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 wasn’t ready, but Ethan wanted to look.
Ethan wasn’t really sure what to think, what to expect. He’d never had a scare like this before. He glanced at the test again— 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 low— he was diligent about taking his pill— but he also knew it wasn’t impossible.
“E?” Grayson called, followed by a light knock on the door. “Can I come in?”
Ethan is already on the verge of tears when Grayson knocked, sniffling softly and quickly wiping his face. “Yeah,” he said shakily, eyes still downcast, playing with a loose thread on the sleeve of his jacket.
Grayson came in slowly, the door creaking as he pushed it open. “Ethan,” he said again, much softer. He knelt in front of his twin and took his hands in his own, thumbs rubbing them warmly. “Are you nervous?” He asked with a weak smile, squeezing Ethan’s 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. “I don’t know what I want it to say,” he admitted. “I know we shouldn’t…” Ethan trailed off. “But, I love you. I want that with you.” Ethan pulled his hands out of Grayson’s so he could cup the younger twin’s face, staring at the angular features that he loved so much. “What if it’s positive, Gray?”
Grayson knew it wouldn’t be, they were careful. He wasn’t 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, wasn’t the best time to have a baby.
Grayson gave him a sweet smile, turning his face in his hands to kiss Ethan’s palm, reaching up to pull them back into his grip. “I want that with you too,” he prefaced. “But.. it’s hard, Ethan, you know that,” he said evenly, looking into Ethan’s eyes, not wanting to be avoidant about such a serious topic. “We’re still figuring things out. We don’t even know if your body could handle that,” Grayson said softly, carefully choosing his words to deliver his opinion on the matter. “And mom… she’ll figure us out.”
Ethan’s smile dropped slightly at Grayson’s 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 wasn’t 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. “I wish I could give you everything you want, Grayson,” Ethan sobbed softly, welcoming the feeling of Grayson surging up to wrap him in his arms.
“Shh,” Grayson hushed softly and cradled the back of his head in his hand, holding him tightly. “You already are,” Grayson whispered, pulling away so he could kiss his twin, planting a kiss on his lips. “Even if we never have kids, that’s okay. You’re all I need.”
Ethan nodded, more to convince himself than Grayson, wrapping his arms around his shoulders to hug him once more. Even if it wasn’t 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.
“Like what you see?” Ethan teased and returned his attention to the food on his plate, finishing off the last bite of his toast.
“Mhm,” 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 hadn’t 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.
“What if we adopted?” Grayson said suddenly, a smile creeping onto his features as he watched Ethan’s reaction.
Ethan’s face scrunched up in confusion. “But you’re allergic,” Ethan said, not quite understanding what Grayson meant.
Grayson laughed heartily and shook his head. “Not a dog, dumbass,” he chuckled.
Ethan’s eyes lit up at the clarification, blinking back at him as he considered it. “Seriously?” Ethan murmured, unsure.
“I’m serious. I think we should adopt,” Grayson confirmed. “I think it’s a good compromise. Less explaining to mom, you know?” Grayson murmured.
Ethan nodded eagerly, not saying another word before he stood up and walked to Grayson’s 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. “I would love that, Gray,” Ethan whispered, squeezing him a little tighter.
Grayson reciprocated the hug and pulled him closer. “I want twins,” he teased, kissing Ethan’s temple.
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Ethan let out a quiet gasp against Grayson’s 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 wouldn’t 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 wouldn’t have to keep explaining why he was angry, aggravated, disappointed.
It hadn’t 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, Ethan’s 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. “Hurts,“ he groaned, his brain much too hazy to form full sentences. It didn’t mean stop, it didn’t 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.
“Yeah?” Grayson purred and kept on his brutal pace, sharp jabs against Ethan’s 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. “No one can fuck you this good, not like I do,” Grayson growled by his ear.
“No one,” Ethan repeated, clutching onto Grayson tightly, holding onto the last bits of his sanity.
Grayson buried his face into Ethan’s 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 mind— the risk didn’t 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. Ethan’s 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 didn’t have the energy to talk, he knew he didn’t have to. Ethan was a mind reader, especially with him. Grayson planted one last kiss to the large hickey he’d 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 he’d made Ethan happy. For now.
Ethan pulled the duvet over them, ignoring the mess between his legs, knowing it didn’t 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.
“We’ll figure it out,” Ethan said after a long stretch of silence, staring at the side of Grayson’s face, admiring the way his eyelashes looked fanned across his cheekbone. “Not worth it to stress.”
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.
