Dolan Twins Imagines/Drabbles

SMUT Grayson x Love Sick

It was a beautiful March morning in Los Angeles. The sun stretched through the thick blue curtains in Grayson's room, grasping onto any part of the silent space that it could. The past week had been rainy and grey and nothing like Los Angeles should be. 

But now the sun was back. 

And Grayson was sick in bed. 

He and Ethan had just come back from Australia a couple days previous, and I swore that he brought the sunshine back with him. LA was always dreary and cold without him here. 

Grayson watched lazily as I dashed around the room, running from the bathroom to the closet to get ready for the day. 

"We're late," I warned him as I sifted through the few pairs of pants I kept in his drawers. 

I had already put on a top, and my underwear clad legs were getting chilly in the air conditioning. 

"Come here," he casually called out from his place beneath the warm sheets, tan and slightly burnt skin peaking out from beneath the white fabric. 

"Gray, seriously, we're going to be late if we don't leave in the next 10 minutes," I warned him. 

I knew he was going to be tired and jet lagged this morning, but he kept complaining of feeling sick, so we booked an early doctor's appointment for him to sort things out. 

"But I'm sick," he argued as he reached his hand out for me over the side of the bed. 

"So you want me to come back to bed with you?" I smiled, walking towards the bed and grabbing onto the hand that was still reaching out for me. 

I wasn't sure what he was about to say, but I did know that it was wasting our time and we were definitely going to be late now. 

"You look so sexy right now," he practically growled under his breath, grabbing onto my hip with his free hand and pulling me over top of him. 

"What the hell? I thought you were sick," I laughed as I straightened myself over him, hitting his chest through the white duvet in playfulness. 

"Maybe I'm feeling better," he said as his large hands gripped my thighs tightly as they straddled his hips. 

I could already feel that he was hard through the duvet, but we did not have time for this. 

"We still have to go for the appointment. We can't just not show up," I purred out to him gently as I reached out to touch his hair. 

He pulled my wrists forward, dropping my hands either side of his shoulders. 

"If we're already late, who cares how late we are?" He asked rhetorically as his hands found my waist. I didn't want to admit that he had a point, but. 

"I missed your body," he hummed out when I didn't respond, running his hands from my lower back to my shoulder blades. 

"It was hard to fall asleep without you," he confessed, looking me right in the eyes in vulnerability. 

"Really?" I smirked, making him smile up at me before he nodded. 

"Nothings the same without you," he whispered, holding onto my hips and pulling them forward to grind against him. 

He groaned lightly, kicking the duvet from between us, now only our underwear separating us. His hardness was strained against the grey material of his boxers, his hands finding my hips and pulling me over him once more. 

"How did you get this hard? I thought you were supposed to be sick," I asked him, my lips over his to shush him as I gently rocked my hips over him. 

"Fuck," he breathed out. 

"Is that what you wanted?" I continued my words and movements, making his breathing falter underneath me. 

I couldn't deny that I wanted him. I wanted him badly. I continued my slow and torturous assault on him, waiting for him to say something. 

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that," he warned me, his grips on my hips getting tighter. 

I smirked at him, starting to pull him from his boxers. As I did so, he reached his hand between my thighs, rubbing me gently. I let out a shallow breath as he did so. 

"Wet," he smirked, as if he was surprised, before pulling my panties to the side and touching my warm flesh directly. 

I pulled away just as he did so. I had gotten him out of his boxers and I needed him now or never. I moved up his body slightly, adjusting my knees either side of him as he steadied himself beneath me. 

There was no time to be lifting hips and pulling off underwear; we were desperate and we wanted each other now. 

He held himself steady as I pushed my panties to the side just as he had down, kneeling just over him as he guided himself to my entrance. I pushed his hand away impatiently, taking him into my own hand as I carefully lowered myself onto him, his hand going to my hip to help me. 

"Oh fuck," Grayson spat out, hardly getting the words out before I leaned forward and kissed him, my clothed chest pressed to his bare one as I rocked carefully on him. 

"Fuck, I missed your body," I copied what he had said to me earlier, my words slurring into his mouth in pleasure. 

"Shit, baby. I can tell," he grunted, a small smile playing at his lips as I turned the rocking to a grinding. 

I felt like I was way too close already. I grabbed one of his hands from my hip and forced it into the top of my panties. He looked surprised at my want for his fingers on me, but he did as he was told and placed his thumb to my clit, immediately drawing out deep circles. I swear I saw stars as he did so. 

"Gray...I'm gonna cum already," I panted out to him in warning, lowering myself to my elbows as I brought my face in front of his, looking into each others eyes. 

My eyes eventually fluttered closed involuntarily, a deep knot in the pit of my stomach building as my head started to spin. Grayson removed his hand from my panties, licking his thumb before immediately placing it back, drawing faster and tighter circles than previously. 

"There," he said, looking up at me, and thats all it took for me. 

My breath kept catching in the back of my throat as I came hard over him, humming out his name in affirmation of his actions. 

"Fuck, if you keep clenching like that I'm not gonna last," Grayson breathed out, both hands going back to my hips as he tried to control his orgasm. 

His lips were on my cheek and his breathing was dense, a groan just catching the end of each strangled exhale. 

"Don't. I want you to cum," I told him breathlessly, chests together again as I hardly touched his lips to mine. 

He didn't answer so I said it again as I slowed my movements, making each twist of my hips deeper and more meaningful. 

"Cum," I said to him, still deepening my movements, rocking so that the majority of him stayed inside me. 

"Fuck, babe," he cursed out so quietly I hardly heard him, lifting me by my hips so he could thrust upwards and meet me. 

The sudden strength and urgency of his thrusts pushed me over the edge again, making me reach into my own panties and rub another orgasm out, hoping it would help finish him off. 

Apparently that's just what he needed, and as I whimpered out his name again, he came under me. 

His spent body relaxed back into the pillows, his heavy breathing turning junky and making him cough into his clenched fist. 

"You're disgusting," I laughed, picking up a pillow and hitting him over the face with it. 

He swatted it from his face as I finally lifted myself from him, the sticky mess covering my previously clean panties. He sighed out, resting his hands on his chest. 

"Do you think we can still make that doctor's appointment?" He asked suddenly. 

I paused getting off of him. 

"Not feeling well?" I cringed. 

"Like absolute shit,"