You and Grayson sat on the couch. "Eth better hurry with that Mexican. This bitch bout to starve" you whine. G laughs, "same" he groans. "Wanna play Mario" you ask. He nods happily, sitting up the game.
"Shit" you cursed, swerving from G. "Grayson. This isn't an actual race bro" you huffed, as he tried to swerve you off the digital road. "Fine. You wanna play dirty" you mutter. You tackle Him, making him drop the wii remote. He squeaks as he falls onto his side. You shove him on his back and straddle him, picking up your remote and playing the game. "I actually love this position" he said from under you. "ewww. Gray. I'm taken" you whine. G grabs your hips and rolls you over, straddling you and taking his remote back, playing. "Grayson" you squirm. He just laughed at you trying to push him off. You smiled and started tickling him. He giggled and started wiggling. You shoved him off roughly and sat up on the couch, grabbing the remote. He huffed and grabbed your foot dragging you down, making you giggle uncontrollably. He pulled you to the floor and sat on the couch, reaching for one of the remotes. You huffed and jumped on the couch beside him, taking the remote away. "Oh, ya wanna play that way" he smirked. You rolled your eyes, "bring it Bailey". He smiled creepily and grabbed you pulling you on top of his chest, laying down. His hands wrapped around your waist tightly and your head was on his chest. "Grayson" you whined. "No. I can't play. Neither can you" he pouts. You squirm. "Shh, my child. Your character shall die with mine" he told you. You tried to get up, but he wrapped his legs around yours so you couldn't move and held your head down on his chest. You giggled and squirmed. "What the fuck Grayson" you heard Ethan yell. You turn your head to see Ethan with red cheeks and clenched fist, his chest rising and falling quickly. You scrambled off of Grayson and went to Ethan, "baby, it wasn't like that" you desperately say. "You were just giggling and cuddling with my brother on the couch. What else could it be like" he half yells. Grayson gets up, "bro, really. We were just wrestling" he tries to explain. "We do it all the time" he continues. "I've never seen a wrestling position with someone on top of you giggling with your legs tangled together" he pretty much growls through his tightly clenched jaw. "E. We were playing Mario kart and we started wrestling and he was holding me down. We just happened to end up in that position" you try to explain. "Next time you wrestle you better not end up like that, bro" he says to Grayson, his arm around your waist. "It won't. Can I have my food" he asked. Ethan rolled his eyes "sure" he said, handing him his bag. He turned to you and smirked, "well, princess. I guess I need to remind Grayson your mine" he smiled, buying his lower lip. Your eyes widen. He leans in and trails his lips from your jaw, down your neck, to your collar bone. He came back up and tilted your head, "good girl" he muttered. You shivered as he patted his lips on your neck. You gasped at the feeling. He kissed softly and squeezed your ass as he nibbled on your sensitive neck. You moaned loudly as he sucked a perfect love bite. He smirked and kissed the sensitive bruise. He took your hand and lead you into the kitchen where Grayson sat with wide eyes. Ethan smirked, knowing Grayson heard your moan. Grays eyes traveled to the dark hickey. Ethan smiled and kisses the spot, squeezing your ass one more time before he pulled you beside him to eat. Still smiling proudly at himself.
