Dolan Twins Imagines/Drabbles

Grayson x Locked In

hi this one sucks im sorry, another smutty Ethan one coming thooooo

 It was the middle of the night.

 It had to be. 

I was dead asleep. Was—is they key word. I was dead asleep, until I felt Grayson jerk in bed beside me, making me stir in my sleep. 

I didn't want to open my eyes. I was so tired, I couldn't even think about opening my eyes. He suddenly sat up, whipping the covers off of himself as he started to get out of bed. I opened one eye to look at him. 

"Gray," I mumbled, still half asleep. 

My eyes immediately fluttered closed. I didn't even have the will to keep them open for his response. I heard his footsteps stop in relation to my voice. 

"What're you doin'?" My voice was hoarse from sleep, the pillow feeling so soft against my cheek. 

"Nothing," he said at first. I fluttered my eyes open again as he shifted on the spot, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants clad legs. 

"Hm?" I hummed out to him, wanting him to be honest with me. 

"I can't remember if I checked...to see if the front door is locked," he breathed out slowly, hand reaching up to rub the sleepiness from his eyes. 

"You checked," I reminded him, even though he was now already padding over to my bedroom door. 

"Three times," I finished in my sleepy voice, watching as he exited the room and hurried towards the front door anyways. 

Ever since we started spending more nights in my apartment than his, Grayson became obsessed with locking every door or window in the place. When it was just the two of us, he had a habit of having to constantly check to see if we were safe. 

At his apartment, I think he felt more safe knowing that Ethan's room was closer to the front door, so that if anyone came in they would get to him first. 

At my apartment, any slight sound or noise in the night would wake him up and send him wandering around the small space, trying to find its source. 

Of course, this would wake me, and have me ushering him back to bed, trying to convince him that he didn't need to check the locks for the second or third time that night.

 I felt like I was always trying to reassure him that we were safe, but in a way I really loved that he went to the trouble that he did. 

I did feel extra safe with him, and knew that he was very capable of protecting the both of us if he had to. 

When he returned from checking the front door, he crawled back into bed and I instinctively reached my hands out for him, desperate to have his body pressed back against mine. 

"It's locked. We're safe," he mumbled as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest and sighing out a breath of relief. 

I hummed out in affirmation to him, smiling against his chest, appreciating his protectiveness. As I started to fall into another deep sleep, I felt the faint touch of his lips to the crown of my head, his breath fanning over my hair. 

"I love you,"