ethan dolan imagines

brother's bestfriend//one

unedited

this took me some guts to update cause i know i have a fuckin guy knowing the link to my shit.

Your POV
my brother has a bestfriend, a long time friend who's always been with us for almost everyday, talking to my brother about girls, school or video-games. my intentions for him were non-existent, since i used to never really wanted to be part of his life. he never talked to me at a frequency as much as my brother, well obviously. he would usually ask about my day, and i would give a simple nod and answer "fine", as if he were just a faint breeze that went away quick.

it's not foreign of him to be at my house for more than a day, and seeing him walking around with nothing but sweatpants never felt like a big deal. he was never a big deal to me, i would just snap at him to put on a shirt, nothing else. and we would just not bother to take the time to talk to eachother really, because like i said, he is my brother's bestfriend.

that was before though, now-for some reason-my eyes never wanted to break away the sight of his moistened lips and stern eyebrows, chiseled jawline, and the mysteriously cryptic eyes that when just looking at it, one would just drown in their own imaginations. my eyes just couldn't seem to tear away the sight of him, and it seems like everything around me just fades away. then i would just be mindfully gazing at him, deeply caught into these thoughts of him. i would hear his deep voice, clear but yet hoarse and intimidating. being around him makes me dread the tension i actually put myself into, and my inner self just wants to kiss him.

and things have changed between us, there's something. it's rigid, its hesitant, it's wicked. he knows i'm feeling something close to what he's feeling, and we both couldn't get out of it. we wouldn't even realize how our bodies force to get closer, and his hand would purposely skim over mine, desperate for a simple touch, under the table, avoiding the sight of someone else's eyes, really my brother's; ethan's best friend's.

it's morally wrong, it's like a puzzle piece, with misshaped corners and broken pieces, seems impossible to make sense of it, but we are able adapt to the flaws. also, there is something exciting about the morally forbidden. it's extra adrenaline, certain form of excitement and anticipation to be doing something that seems wrong.

and he is over at the moment, leaning against the counter drinking a bottled water, while i sit at the bar stool across from him, and my brother next to him. i mind my own business, staying on my phone, the only way to distract me, and i leave a shy gesture; my body slouching and my hair blocking the view of most of my face.

i couldn't dare to not look at him, he looks so good today. his face is stern but worn out at the same time, his neck dripping of sweat since he did say that he just left the gym, his arms clenched and stressed, and i couldn't look away from the visible veins traced along his bicep to his wrist to his hand that's pressed against the cold counter-top. "-i fucked up my classes today," i hear him mutter to my brother, then taking a swig of his water.

my brother releases a hiccup of laughter at him, and ethan then places both of his hands on the counter-top, his body facing towards me, and that allowed a full view of his toned chest through the fabric of his black shirt. i look down quick after my brother said "you're not the only one."

while my brother is mindlessly on his phone not even realizing how the vibe between ethan and i suddenly escalated, ethan eyes were searching around me, and i felt so exposed. avoid this, he's your brother's friend.

but he is doing this on purpose. needing to stop this from getting any more worse, i look back down, but it never stops getting worse.

"how are you doing in school?" ethan suddenly asked me, and my body jolted to his voice and my head flinched up at his intent eyes, while my brother mindlessly stares at me, amused by my suddenly sheepish look.