𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 • 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯

four

After another intense encounter with Mr. Dolan's son, Ethan headed downstairs to leave but before he could his curiosity once again got the best of him.

He walks towards the half opened door and peeks in seeing a cozy looking room, with violet painted walls, a grey bedspread with clothes thrown on it, a few boxes laying around, a candle burning on one of the nightstands next to a stack of books and the sound of some indie music playing lowly on a speaker in the corner.

He assumes this is Mr. Dolans sons room. He slowly lets himself in wanting to get a closer look.

He grabs a shirt off a pile of clothes on the bed and smells it, he knows how creepy this is but he doesn't care.

"God he smells so good." he says to himself, before he can explore more he hears footsteps approaching the room so he quickly retreats to the door.

As he's about to leave the same boy from the bathroom is standing in front of him with wide questioning eyes. He can tell he's been crying, his eyes are still red and wet.

"What-What were you doing in my room? Why are you here?" Grayson interrogates.

"I'm sorry, I must've got lost while making my way downstairs." Ethan quickly lies.

"I'll go, sorry again." Ethan says while not tearing his eyes away from the boys face.

"N- No it's okay." Grayson suddenly says shocking them both.

"You've already barged in on my bathroom and my room. Why not just make yourself at home?" Grayson states almost annoyed while shoving past him into his room.

"So what's your name?" Grayson asks with a sniffle as he wipes his cheeks free from tears.

"Ethan. Ethan Grant." Ethan says while subtly checking the boy out while his back is turned.

"What's yours?"

"Grayson." Grayson says while rummaging through the pile of clothes on his bed.

"Grayson Dolan, I like that name." Ethan admits while looking around Grayson's room, tampering with some knick knacks on the dresser.

"Really?" Grayson questions with some surprise in his voice while Ethan sits on his bed.

"I've always hated it." He adds while removing his shirt.

Ethan in between shock and lust double takes at the boy changing in front of him. His vision snapping from Grayson's eyes to his chest and torso.

"Wow." Ethan accidentally says outloud while admiring his body.

"What?" Grayson laughs.

"Nothing. Your room is just really nice." Ethan lies still staring at the boy thinking about how soft his skin looks, he just wants to touch him.

Enough with the perverted thoughts, this kid is probably not even into you. He tells himself.

After Grayson's done changing he sits next to Ethan.

"So, what are you here for?" Grayson asks.

Ethan is shocked he thought Grayson wanted him to stay.

"I- I thought you wanted me to stay?" Ethan says dumbly.

"No, I mean why are you here with my dad?" Grayson laughs.

Ethan feels himself blushing he can't remember the last time someone made him blush.

"Oh right." He trails off.

Grayson fiddles with his sleeves awaiting an answer.

"Some people may say I'm psychotic." Ethan says while staring at Grayson deviantly.

"Oh-" Grayson says letting out a deep breath.

"Are you scared?" Ethan asks scooting closer to Grayson.

"No." Grayson says staring straight ahead at the wall, his cheeks heating up.

"You should be." Ethan says with a whisper in Grayson's ear.

Grayson feels Ethan's warm breath on his neck sending shivers down his spine.

"Why? What are you going to do? Hurt me in my own house with my dad downstairs?" Grayson says turning to look at Ethan, his heart pounding.

"Usually people who see a therapist want to get better, not worse." Grayson points out sounding like a know it all.

"Well maybe I don't want to get better." Ethan says staring into his eyes.

"You should." Grayson adds turning his eyes to his covered wrist.

Ethan's eyes follow shortly after, he looks at the boys small wrist that rest on his thighs. Ethan stares while licking his lips he scans his body taking in his appearance.

"Some people might say I'm Depressed." Grayson mumbles.

"Are you?" Ethan asks bluntly.

"I don't know." Grayson says turning his head looking at the boy sitting closely next to him.

"Why were you doing that earlier?" Ethan asks looking down at his coveted wrist.

"First day at my new school." Grayson replies numbly. "Didn't go so well."

"You shouldn't hurt yourself like that." Ethan stares into his eyes while softly grasping his hand.

It feels like it did earlier when they shared that first intense stare, eyes locking as their hearts speed up. Grayson can feel something in him wanting to lean in, Ethan feels it too. He wants explore the boy with more than just his eyes.

"Grayson!" A voice sounds suddenly from downstairs.

Grayson slightly jumps before looking towards his door, Ethan quickly gets up.

"Shit. It's my dad." Grayson says standing up.

"Does he know your here?" Grayson asks already sensing the answer.

"No. I was supposed to leave thirty minutes ago." Ethan says still staring at the boy eyes filled with lust.

"Okay- well you better leave before you have to find a new therapist." Grayson says while rubbing his bicep.

"Yeah." Ethan says while walking towards the door. "Grayson." Ethan says suddenly grabbing his hand.

"Ye- Yeah?" Grayson gets flustered under his intimidating gaze.

"I like you." Ethan mentally slaps himself for saying that.

Grayson instantly blushes at his words.

"Well I like your company, you're really interesting. When can I see you again?" Ethan asks.

"When's your next appointment?" Grayson asks while removing his hand from Ethan's grasp.

"Next week but I can come tomorrow."

"Um... Okay. Come in the afternoon, I have school tomorrow." Grayson states.

"Alright, I'll miss sitting on your bed it's comfortable." Ethan laughs.

"Okay." Grayson let's out a half uncomfortable half genuine laugh.

Grayson walk downstairs with Ethan behind him, he points to the front door with one finger over his mouth, signaling for Ethan to be quiet.

As Ethan closes the door he looks at the house smiling while thinking of the new friend he might've just made.