dolan twins imagines

closer; g.d

"what if Grayson and his girl are watching tv and his hand rests on her stomach and she's all like oh that's so cute and shit, but then he starts fingering her out of nowhere and she cums really hard...tea"
—ANON

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(i'm doing bff!gray because i feel like it'll be more interesting that way.)

a movie night with a bowl of popcorn to your right, and your best friend on your left. what more could you need?

you couldn't exactly recall the name of the movie. it was a newer one, though—one that was fresh out of theatres. it was funny and had already made you and grayson break into small spurts of laughter.

it was nice to watch a comedy for once. the mood was much different in contrast to when you'd watch a horror movie together: you tucked under his arm, bunching up the soft material of his sweatshirt when you'd hide your face from the television screen. indefinitely, you'd end up closer to him by the end of the movie than what you anticipated in the beginning.

not that he minded, not in the slightest. he would have you even closer if you would let him.

but the mood was light. grayson had just let out a little breath of a amusement through his nose at a scene that was playing. you hadn't caught what was so funny, your attention constantly focusing back on his hand that was draped lazily over your stomach.

the tiny gesture made your heart flutter and your stomach tingle, loving the sensation of his palm flattened against your stomach. it was such a small gesture, yet it made you so happy.

your heart seemed to race more when his pinky started to move slowly from side to side over the thin fabric of your shirt. it's not like anything out of the usual for him to be affectionate like this, considering how long you'd been friends, but something about the way his body was snuggled right up next to you just put you in such a soft mood.

that was until it started to feel like his pinky was inching south. it was so subtle, you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't watching his hand intently with awe. were you seeing things? feeling things?

your feelings towards gray had always been teetering on the edge of wanting to be something more than friends. but as all things typically go, you kept those feelings to a minimum for the sake of your friendship. you would rather torture yourself by only being friends than risk not being friends at all, even though something inside you told you that wouldn't be the case—especially considering that his pinky had in fact been moving downward.

his palm was resting over your bellybutton now, his fingertip at the hem of your pj shorts. it took your breath away, just by feeling the warmth of his hand radiate so close to your...

he slipped his pinky past the waistband, then slipped it back out, testing the boundaries. he was your best friend, yes, but something about this felt too right to stop now.

you seemed to have stopped breathing when he pushed his finger through the band again, but further this time. it would have been silly of him to think he was being discreet, he had to have known you'd noticed by now.

his head shifted on your shoulder so he could gaze up at you with his honey eyes that melted your heart from the beginning. it startled you really, to have his attention on you so suddenly. you slowly did the same thing, tilting your chin to look at him. you must have been blushing, feeling heat spread through your cheekbones.

"is this okay?" he murmured softly, his hand still dangerously close to your panties.

finding it hard to compile words, you simply nodded quickly. eagerly.