Dolan Twins Imagines

Mile High Club//Ethan Dolan

Warnings: smut

The Los Angeles air was cool as the time on your watch read 6:15 am. It was cruel for you to even be up this early, the sun wasn't even out yet and you usually never stir until ten anyways. The Starbucks coffee in your hand was warm against your palm and even warmer sliding down your throat. You were almost convinced it was heaven in a cup at this ungodly hour.
You rolled your suitcase behind you, the heavy backpack on your back filled with your carry on accessories as Ethan sludged along beside you. Hell he wasn't even used to getting up so early either. After all he stayed up until midnight editing and didn't crawl into bed until close to one a.m. Poor baby.
Not even the all black attire he went for could hide the bags under his eyes. Getting through check in and luggage check was easy and now the two of you were sitting in the uncomfortable chairs waiting for your flight to be called. Ethan and Grayson were taking a much needed break from social media and deciding to head back home for a while.
It was nice seeing all their hard work and success take off during the last couple of years but they were tired and beginning to run on low energy. It's a well deserved break indeed. Grayson had left yesterday morning, Ethan opting to stay back and wait for you to finish your last day of work.
Taking another sip of your latte you looked over at your boyfriend who mindlessly sipped on his Chai Tea and glancing around at the strangers walking through. It was too early for any of their fans to be out and about which was a good thing, you knew Ethan was in no mood for pictures this morning.
"You good?"
With a shake of his head, he looked at you. "I'm fucking exhausted. Remind me to never stay up that late to edit ever again."
"Promise." Giggling you leaned over and kissed his cheek. His skin cold against your warm lips. A monotone voice came over the speaker and announced your flight, Ethan taking your free hand in his as the two of you walked to the terminal behind a flurry of other people.
Once you were seated and your luggage was all tucked away, Ethan pulled out a blanket and placed it over your laps, the both of you kicking off your shoes in the process. "I don't know about you, but I'm fucking horny as hell." Gasping you hit your boyfriends arm.
"Ethan. We're on a plane. If you wanted sex we could've had a quickie before we left this morning."
He groaned as the plane took off, your knuckles gripping his as you watched from the window. Taking off was always the worst part and you had no idea why. "I know. Just wasn't thinking about it until now." He whispered, his sweaty palm colliding with your upper thigh as he continued to look at you.
The lights inside the plane were off, most if not everyone was sound asleep due to the early and chilly hours of the morning. It was another couple of hours before you were in Jersey and you knew Ethan couldn't wait that long. "Well what do you want to do?" The idea started to grow on you and the more you thought of it, the more you wanted it.
Ethan had been so busy lately with filming and you had been busy with work that sometimes the only time you guys would be together was when you fell into bed late at night and by then you both would be too exhausted to even touch each other. Looking around he leaned over to your ear, "The bathroom's empty. Haven't you always wanted to join the mile high club?"
You shivered at his words. You had been sex deprived for almost a week and at this point it didn't sound half bad. "I'll go first and in about five minutes, you come on." With a giddy smirk he nodded, giving you a swift kiss as you undid your seatbelt and made your way through the aisle until you reached the bathroom.
Going inside you propped up on the sink, taking this time to pull off your hoodie and sweatpants. The five minutes seemed like an hour and the door opened, revealing a now more awake Ethan as he shut the door and locked it behind him. "We have to be quiet babe."
"Yeah, I know. Just fucking get over here."
With a smirk he tore off his hoodie, coming to stand between your open legs. He caressed your face before kissing you gently. Kissing Ethan never got old in your book, his lips were so soft and plump and they tasted slightly of the Starbucks drink he had prior to this.
Your tongue slipped sloppily into his mouth as his hands went to your t-shirt, tugging on it and then pulling back from the kiss. "Can I baby?" With a quick now you lifted your hands and he took the shirt off, adding it to the pile of clothes already on the floor. His hands went straight to your bra strap in the back, he undid the clasp and tore it away from your body.
He marveled at your bare chest before smirking, getting back into the kiss and deepening it immediately. You let out a moan in his mouth as his calloused hands found your breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly. Your lips smacked together and you only worried about noise level for a second until Ethan's hand slipped inside your panties.
"Jesus. You're so wet for me already. Let me see you."
He stepped back and pulled your panties off, your legs propping up on the sink as you revealed yourself to him. Pulling off his shirt he bit his lip and shook his head. "Let me just get a little taste." He bent over the best he could and he licked generously at your dripping folds, you having to bite your lip to suppress any noise.
"Ethan."
His name came out more as a hushed whisper. He looked up at you from between your legs and you could've came right there. He flicked your clit with his tongue before pulling back and pushing his pants and boxers down to his ankles. "Ready?" Nodding you lifted his shirt and he eased inside of you slowly, your head falling back to hit the mirror behind you.
Once he was fully buried inside of you, he wasted no time in beginning to thrust, jolting your body with each slap of his hips against yours. "Fuck." The noise came out of your mouth a bit louder than intended and he kissed you to silence your moans.
"Be quiet my love. Don't want to get caught now do we?"
"Well stop fucking me so hard."
"I thought you liked that?"
"I love it."
"Well then shut up."
His hand clamped over your mouth as he continued thrusting. In this position he hit your g-spot perfectly every time and it caused your eyes to roll back into your skull. "Is that my girls spot right there? You love that don't you?"
"Yes Ethan, I fucking love it."
With a smirk he pulled out and pulled you down, bending you over the sink you were able to see yourselves through the mirror. Slipping one hand over your mouth, Ethan slammed back inside of you, your screams muffled behind his huge hand clamped over your mouth.
His thrusts were fast and sloppy and he couldn't keep his eyes off the way your cheeks rippled from the force of him fucking you. "Look at yourself in the mirror, watch me fuck you." Your eyes opened and you looked in the mirror. Both your faces were red and Ethan had begun to sweat as he continued his thrusts.
This was next level hot and you loved every second of it. He met your eyes in the mirror and winked at you, his hand leaving your mouth so he could reach under you to pinch and roll your clit with his fingers. Your body jerked and your orgasm built in the pit of your belly.
"I'm close, mmm, don't fucking stop."
"Don't plan on it. Gimme that cum baby."
Biting down on the skin of your arm you came hard, your toes curling against the ground as your pussy fluttered from the force of your orgasm. Ethan cursed behind you and released his load, his body shaking as he lied down over top of you, not too much though, he didn't want to crush you.
"Welcome to the mile high club."
And with that you two shared a laugh and a few quick kisses. Getting redressed and making your way back to your seats, surprisingly without anyone noticing your absence. Boy you couldn't want to tell your friends about this. This trip was already turning out to be a good one.