Whore (Grethan)

A special night

It was a friday night. Ethan was laying on his bed in his bedroom, listening to Grayson tossing around his clothes as usual in the room next to him. He already knew what Grayson's plans for the night were, and he was going to confront him when he came back home. He figured that was the only option, since Grayson had lied to his face when he asked him before.

Grayson had sprayed his strong perfume on as usual, and an intense wave of cologne came  into Ethan's room. It was a very nice smell, but it made Ethan nervous and anxious for what would come. He patiently let Grayson get ready for his appointment while trying to relax his mind which quickly turned out to be impossible. He heard him pack his bag and open Ethan's door.

"I'm leaving now." Grayson checked his clock on his wrist.

"Alright, don't be home late." Ethan responded while pretending to look at his phone.

Grayson walked out of the apartment, locked the door and left.

Ethan took a deep breath, ran his hand through his hair and closed his eyes. He rested his anxious mind and took a nap while waiting for his twin brother to come home.

After 2 hours, Ethan woke up by himself. He checked his phone and wondered how he'd manage to sleep that long. He also knew Grayson would come home any time soon, and his heart started beating fast. He walked into the kitchen to drink a glass of water and remembered the old whisky bottle him and Grayson had stored in their cabinet for a long time. He hated whisky, but if it would make everything easier, it was worth it. Ethan opened the whisky bottle and drank a good amount, until his thoughts had calmed down.

Before he knew it, Grayson was home, his messy hair laying on his forehead and his shirt unbottoned. He greeted Ethan quickly before heading into the bathroom. It's time.

Ethan sat by the kitchen table, taking deep breaths. His mind suddenly turned and his head was pounding. He couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or his nervousness, perhaps it was a mix of both. Ethan waited until Grayson walked back into his room and stood up. He knocked on his door.

"Come in."

Ethan walked in, closing the door carefully.

"Was it fun?" Ethan glanced at Grayson.

"Yeah."

Ethan felt his heart beating, blood rushing, and if he didn't get his words out right now, he would collapse.

"Grayson, i know what you're doing,"

Grayson now looked back at Ethan, staring at his face.

"What?" Grayson looked down, turning around.

" I know what you're doing every friday night."

Grayson was now turned completely away from Ethan, zipping and unzipping his bag on the bed.

"Grayson."

No answer.

"Grayson, look at me."

Ethan's heart was beating fast, so fast. He walked over to Grayson.

"I said, look at me," Ethan now grabbed Grayson's hair, forcing his head backwards.

Grayson gasped under Ethan's tight grip. He dropped the bag and tried moving away, but Ethan was stronger. He felt a tear running down his cheek, and his hair felt like it was going to rip off.

"What a fucking whore you are, aren't you?" Ethan let out.

"I'm sorry, i'm-"

"Say it." Ethan shouted.

"I'm-"

"Say it!" Ethan's anger exploded.

"I'm a whore," Grayson gasped.

Ethan had his hand around Grayson's waist, holding him securely, his other hand still pulling his hair back. Ethan stared at Grayson's face for a couple of seconds, both knowing what would come.

He pushed down Grayson on the bed, his face pressed into the pillows. He pulled down his pants, revealing his round ass cheeks. He traced his fingers on his thigh marks before slapping his ass hard.

"You like this?" Ethan placed one slap after the other, not stopping until it was dark red.

Grayson groaned in pain into the pillows. The sound filled the small room.

Ethan quickly pulled down his pants and boxers, fingering Grayson while spreading his ass cheeks.

"I'm going to fuck you better than anyone else has."

Ethan jerked his dick a few times before plunging in, making Grayson whimper. He fucked him fast and rough, the bed moving with every thrust. He pulled Grayson's torso up and pressed his body into his, holding him tight while fucking him.

"My pretty whore," Ethan moaned out.

He turned Grayson around and put Grayson's legs on his shoulders, nuzzling his head into his neck.

"Am i fucking you better?" Ethan breathed out.

"Ah, yes." Grayson moaned quietly.

Ethan fucked him faster and harder, releasing all his anger. He held him steady before releasing deep into him. Grayson managed to cum by jerking off quickly. They both rested on Grayson's bed, trying to catch their breaths.

"Don't ever whore yourself out again, only for me." Ethan whispered.

"I won't." Grayson cuddled into Ethan's sweaty body.

Ethan closed his eyes, his mind being empty and finally being able to sleep.