meet me in the woods ☾grayson dolan au

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Click, click, click, click... The sound of a pair of high heels walking slowly on hardwood. Each step drawn out and exaggerated. He couldn't see where the sound was coming from but he knew he would love what was coming.

He flung his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere in the room, for his skin felt hot with a certain excitement. Or maybe it was just lust. His feet rested on the coffee table in front of him and he smirked when a single deep red high heel rounded the corner.

Followed by an almost bare leg and then a whole body. Clad in a sheer lace bra that hung suggestively off of her left shoulder and a matching pair of underwear she walked through the living room with her eyes deep and green. Her eyes fixed onto Grayson's and she scanned his body hungrily before pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth and letting it go slowly.

Click, click, click, click... She walked and continued walking until she had passed the couch Grayson was sitting at. Confused, he wondered if she would surprise him with her presence coming back.

The screeching sound of a heavy, leather clad chair being pushed across hard wood filled his ears and he cringed. Once the chair was set in place, he watched in delight as Ryder danced upon it slowly and suggestively. She was clearly trying to Confused, he was about to get up to get into the chair when his shoulders were pulled back down by bruised and calloused hands.

"Ethan?"

Grayson felt his face become hot with anger as his brother made long strides to the chair. His own shirt was discarded and being spun in tight circles in his fist. The jeans he wore were black and torn but clearly intentional. The top button was undone giving a lazy and easy look to slip out of when needed.

Grayson's hands balled into tight fists and he grabbed the back of the couch to attempt to get up. He needed to stop whatever this torture was before it could start. He didn't know how he would react if he saw his brother beneath a woman who he called his own. The thought disgusted him but he couldn't take his eyes away.

Click, click, click, click... The muffled sound of Ethan flopping into the chair caught his attention, but at the same time Ryder had walked back in front of the chair. She stood directly in between his open legs.

A smirk on his face appeared as she began to lay a single finger on his arm that rested upon the armrest. It trailed up his shoulder and soon both of her hands were agonizingly slowly rubbing at his shoulders.

Her hooded eyes rose and she made eye contact with Grayson. Her eyes were different. They weren't the same. She averted her dark eyes back to Ethan, who licked his lips in delight when Ryder returned back in front of him. She bent over slightly and Grayson watched his brother's eyes scan her body from head to toe. He was furious by now but his body felt calm. He felt heavy and his joints felt loose. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he could only watch in an invisible pain.

He tried to close his eyes but they shot back open. Turning his head sent a sharp sting throughout his veins. He wanted to wrap his hands around Ethan's neck and never let go with unbelievable strength. Every fiber in his being ached in hurt and anger for what was happening.

"Gray."

He cringed and attempted to bend over to shield his view of what was happening, but his back burned as if it was glued to the leather. It felt as if his skin was ripping from his body the more he pulled and tried to get away. He screamed out in pain but his throat was raw.

"Gray," Ethan sang softly as if he was waking him up and not under his girlfriends hands. "I know you can hear me."

"Fuck you, Ethan."

Ethan laughed, his chest moving with every breath in and every breath out. "You don't look too good, little brother. What's going on?"

Ryder giggled at Ethan's words and ran a hand down his toned chest, her other rested firmly on his right bicep. She felt up his body before spinning and playfully sitting between his legs.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Grayson whispered so quietly that Ethan almost asked him to repeat. He looked away towards the hallway but was brought back when the pain shot through his jaw causing him to whine.

"Did you forget our deal?"

Ryder's hands reached down beside her and grabbed Ethan's hands, placing them on her almost bare hips.

"I won."

A/N
sorry this took even longer than usual (and is garbage), I've been binge watching the walking dead and I'm not really sorry about it.
also if you watch twd, pm me bc I love to gossip and gush about it.