ethan dolan imagines

brother's bestfriend//two

what happened to innocent ethan nowadays.

incredibly unedited and i kind of escalated it (out of being bored as shit)

"this isn't fluff ma'am" "i know"

Your POV
i never realized how addicting he can be along the countless days i've been watching him with my brother. i don't know how i've been holding all these thoughts for so long, and now i can't believe that i'm still capable of holding in these things to myself. he's so tempting to just jump all over him or just break my limit, but it's wrong? fatal? i exaggerate, tapping my finger on the counter watching ethan open the box of pizza, more quiet than a butterfly, but it feels louder than a groaning elephant.

it's so fucking tense, why can't my brother just get back into the kitchen right now. wow, i hate this, i hate this so much. i'm shifting around in my bar-stool swiveling it around anxiously, what else can i do, while ethan is leaning against the sink waiting impatiently peering at me like he's waiting for a response, his chest exposed of it's glory. i can only see this in the corner of my eye, but i know damn well this already steering downhill.

"ethan, what the hell," i mutter finally giving in to his fiery glare.

"what's wrong?" ethan misconceives, but he leaves a misleading smirk on his lips, which results in me exhaling heavily.

"you know well, quit looking at me like that, like you want to devour me with just a stare." the wrong of that statement-

"not my fault you're thinking that way," he shrugs it off, but that doesn't help. "i just had no where else to look at."

"okay ethan," i mutter throwing a piece of pineapple from the pizza at him, but that only made me giggle, which ironically wasn't something i intended to let out. and ethan looks amused when the piece smacked him his bare chest. the pineapple made a dull tap on the floor and we both looked at it with a simple stare. "when's my brother getting his ass out here?"

"don't know," ethan said, weirdly softer than before, but his body shifts closer to me. i groan in agony, feeling reluctant of what could possibly happen next. "but why care? you and me time."

"oh really," i drag on clearly noticing him shrinking the distance between us, my lip quivers with excitement yet nervousness. it's only getting worse from here, it's only the beginning of it though. i almost choke this out, immediately regretting it, "ethan, will my brother mind?"

"i don't know," he answers. i press my lips together and look away from ethan, who's clearly not focused on the wrong of this, pushing forward on this without a doubt.

"my brother is in the other room," i whisper, since our close distance doesn't need anything louder than one. "and you know him probably better than me, so you should know if he would fucking slam you for this."

god, why does he have to have his shirt off? it's an addicting view. "he doesn't have to know that we're like this," he starts but i cut him off.

"ethan, you and i both know that's crazy," i mutter quieter by the second. he's wilder in the mind than i thought, and i never thought i had that too. cause hell, i want this more than anything, i wish i could just stop worrying and just kiss his glistening red lips now, that i notice are quivering for mine.

"what's wrong with being crazy?" he whispers, but suddenly his eyes faltered in a concerning way, almost in a doubtful manner.