Grayson Dolan Imagine/Smut

Smut 8: Let Me Show You...

       "You. Are. So. Cute," Grayson says, kissing my cheek and jaw while I giggle and sink more into the couch and his arms. We sit in his and Ethan's apartment while we try and watch a movie, but that hasn't worked out so well. The boys were gone for a week, Grayson in Hawaii and Ethan in Colorado, for a youtube challenge. And, since they've been home, Grayson has been all over me and won't let me out of his sight. 

       "Okay, okay. I get it, baby. Do you want some popcorn, 'cause I do," I say with a giggle while I pull away from him to stand up and cross my arms, looking down at him with wonder in my eyes. 

       "You can make some for yourself. I don't want any," he says, smirking at me. I nod and walk into the kitchen, hearing him get up from the couch and follow me. I giggle and bend over a little bit to grab a popcorn bag before I feel a quick tap on my left ass cheek from Grayson's hand. I laughed and stood up, sending him a devilish grin while he chuckled under his breath and kissed my cheek.

       "Really, babe?" I say, opening the microwave and throwing in the popcorn before I start it. I turn around and smile at him while I study his face. His hair is full of highlights, lightly flopping onto his forehead, and the navy blue crew neck hugs his body nicely. The black sweatpants hanging off of his hips in such a sexy way make my knees weak. I would do anything for this man...

       "Yes, really," he whispers onto my neck, kissing in gently before his hands travel to my hips and lift me to the counter, making me squeal. He snorts and kisses me gently, holding onto my thighs while my arms hang on his shoulders. Then, Ethan opens his door, wearing an Adidas red and white hoodie and his black ripped jeans, his iconic black converse making the outfit more... Ethan. He looks down at his phone, a tight smile tugging at his lips.

       "Hey, guys. I'm going out to eat with a few friends," he mumbles, looking up to smirk and roll his eyes.

       "Okay then, have fun and use protection," Grayson says, us all laughing while Ethan turns red.

       "Oh, shut up. It's a couple of guys," Ethan responds.

       "That doesn't mean anything," I mumble, making Grayson fold in half, laughing while Ethan rolls his eyes and murmurs 'oh my god' under his breath. I chuckle.

       "Whatever. I'll be back around midnight," he says, looking at the clock on his phone. I checked the oven to see that it is 7:22 pm.

        "You need about 5 hours to hang out...?" I ask while he nods, smiling. He grabs his keys and opens the door to welcome in the beautiful orange sunset.

        "Yes. Yes, I do. Bye, guys. Love y'all," he says, shutting the door before we can even respond.

        "Alright then," I say, sighing heavily before I open the beeping microwave and pop open the hot and steaming bag, throwing a piece in my mouth. Grayson moves in between my legs and opens his mouth, raising his eyebrows at me. I giggle and pop a piece in his mouth before giving him a peck. He laughs before he rubs my thighs and pushes his forehead to mine.

       "So, what do you want to do now?" Grayson asks, still chewing his food while I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me.

       "I don't care. However, I do want to eat this popcorn and spend time with you," I mumble, popping another piece in my mouth. He snorts.

       "You can do that," he says, kissing me again before a spark goes through us, lighting up my insides. His arm around my waist tightens, and his other hand trails up to my hair, holding my head to his. I whimper and move my hands to his chest. He pulls away and looks down, sighing loudly.