GHOSTS - GRAYSON DOLAN

seven: boredom

"Dude, I'm so fucking bored."

"You're calling me dude now?" Grayson snorts, kicking his feet up on the chair.

"Yeah, dude, because I'm fucking bored," she huffs, crossing her arms. "Zero hasn't come back, and I don't know what we're supposed to do, but I just want to wake up. Do you know what you want yet?"

"I don't know. Passing on still sounds nice, but..." he trails off, letting out a sigh. She'd told him all her thoughts on the matter after Zero left them last time. "I know it's not the same as living. I'll never get to experience the good again if I die. I just can't help but be tempted."

Valerie pulls him to his feet, walking down one of the busy corridors. "Oh, so you're probably the reason we're stuck here?"

"Hey, we aren't bound to each other. If you were able to choose I'm sure he'd let you, what's holding you back?" Frowning, she shrugs her shoulders. She had a hunch that it might really be Grayson, though she didn't want to say it.

"Whatever it is, I'm stuck here with you. And we've gotta find something to do before I lose it."

They could only mess with people for so long before they overexerted themselves. Once that happens, all there is to do is sit and talk. It's become a boring existence for them these days, but today it was all boiling over. Sitting around doing nothing for so long would make anyone antsy, never mind the fact that they're trapped alone.

"There's one thing we haven't tried," he smirks, watching her carefully as she skips ahead of him. "Not sure how you'd feel about it though, dollface. I think it'll be fun."

"Gray, I'm up for literally anything right now. If it'll distract me, let's do it," she urges, turning around to grab his arm. "What is it?"

Biting his lip, he looks at the girl staring up at him with wide, eager eyes. "Are you sure you mean anything, Valerie?" Laughing, Valerie nods her head. She thought he was just being stupid, she wasn't expecting him to lean in and kiss her.

She was shocked, but quickly pushed that aside to deepen the kiss. She couldn't pretend she hadn't thought about this a few times already. There was no denying Grayson was attractive. Charming, fun, and flirty--how could she not at least consider it during the hours they've spent together?

He's been thinking about it too. A lot lately, as more time passed. Though he could never read her properly, she often was so sarcastic with him it was too hard to tell if her flirting back was genuine or just for fun.

Today though, he just thought fuck it, if I might be dying soon I can at least take this risk. So he kissed her.

Valerie reveled in the feeling of his lips against hers while his hands roamed her body. They were soft, and plump, and made her forget about everything they were dealing with. He lightly nips at her bottom lip, urging her to part them for him. She obliges, letting Grayson take the lead.

"Follow me," he mutters, breaking the kiss after a few heated moments. "I know no one can see us, but we're not doing this in the middle of the hall."

Grayson pulls her into the on-call room, empty at the moment, and tosses his shirt to the floor. She does the same before she's lying on her back on the bed in the room, his lips meeting hers hungrily once again.

Valerie clumsily tugs his pants down, a soft groan coming from Grayson as he leaves hickies on her neck. She spits into her hand, reaching to wrap her hand around his cock, her thumb running over the pink tip, smiling to herself at his reaction.

It all happened so fast. Before she knew it he was unbuttoning her shorts and discarding them, her legs pushed up as he slowly pushed into her wet core.