this was written in march and was sitting in my drafts, it felt like a waste leaving it there so i decided to post it.
the majority of this they're just roasting the shit out of each other lol
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Ethan and Grayson are forced together due to unforseen circumstances.
related
vulgar language, smut.
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Ethan lays in his bed, shirtless with the duvet laying low on his hips, air fanning to his face from a fan set on the lowest setting. He'd been staring at a specific black dot on the ceiling. For a long time since this quarantine had started, which was only about two weeks, he'd begun to lose touch with himself. What was the point of getting out of bed, if he had nowhere to go, anyway?
He yawns, bringing his arms above his and head stretching, trying to relieve the dull ache in his shoulders and back. It's no surprise his body feels stiff all the time. Laying on his computer desk are his neatly folded workout clothes, probably collecting dust. Well, he thought, as he brings his awareness to the slick feeling in his palm. At least he's been working out his arm.
During one of his Youtube binges he'd somehow managed to find himself on Logan Paul's channel which also then led him to his podcast, Impaulsive. He practically stalked those two channels, completely enraptured in one of their female guests, Lana Rhoades. Her sensual, sweet voice, even talking normally, sent shivers down Ethan's spine. Her body posture and shy smile as she talked into the mic. Wouldn't it be awesome to have a fucking pornstar feauture on your channel? Him and Grayson need to step up their game.
Ethan starts feeling a hot tingle brewing in his crotch. Even the thought of fucking her delectable ass makes him completely lose it. Or maybe he's just been so deprived of sex lately that just about anything could turn him on.
He closes his eyes and slowly trails his fingers down to the hem of his sweatpants. He starts by playing with the string, imagining the pornstar's excited expression as she smiles up at him with wild eyes. He imagines playing with her soft, brunette hair. Sex with a beautiful girl with a beautiful body is so exhilarating. Ethan yanks it down and almost groans at the feeling of complete freedom. He hisses through clenched teeth, playing with the tip where it's especially sensitive, imagining it's her lips.
But as his mind wanders, his imagination starts to change. That tiny waist morphs into a chiseled stomach. Her petite hands now thick and hard. The smell of flowers replaced with that of deep musk. He likes this new version, he thinks vaguely.
Approaching footsteps and the turn of a doorknob shakes him back to reality.
Ethan's eyes shoot wide open and quickly stuffs himself back in his pants. He immediately begins stirring in bed while forcing a tired yawn in a pathetic attempt to appear as if he'd just woken up.
Grayson seems to have fallen for it as Ethan hears a loud and irritated sigh across the room.
Ethan blinks slowly at his twin, who's leaning by the wall with his arms crossed like a disappointed father. He even looks like one with his robe tied messily around his waist and bedhead hair.
"Are you kidding me, E? It's three in the afternoon. Get your ass out of bed or I'll drag you out myself." Grayson demands, voice thick with tiredness. "I can't stand seeing you like a pig."
Ethan barely moves an inch as he knows Grayson's words hold no actual threat. He snuggles deeper in his sheets, wanting nothing more than to just disappear into nothingness.
"Shut up and leave me alone. Go work out or something, douchebag." Ethan hears Grayson approaching him but doesn't bother stopping the words leaving his mouth. "Always preaching about productivity, which is funny because I still manage to do more work than you at two A.M. than you could all day."
Grayson grabs a loose pillow on the ground and throws it at Ethan's face at full force, which is quickly deflected by Ethan, sending it across the room.
"Listen bitch, no one wants to be with a slob like you. How would your girl feel if she saw you looking like this? No wonder all your relationships failed, first Meredith, then Emma, now Kristina, all because you're a lazy fucking manchild who refuses to take responsibility for his own actions. Let's see you in ten years, with an attitude like that you'll end up in the streets." He seethed, glaring at Ethan in disgust.
Ethan clenches his jaw and starts feeling annoyed, anger rising in his chest. Shooting up from his bed, Ethan takes the pillow he'd been laying on and smacks it directly on the side of Grayson's head, causing him to stumble and grab his computer desk for balance. It knocks off Ethan's clothes. Grayson's chest is heaving dangerously.
"You think I'm the one with issues, Gray?" Ethan starts, eyes wide with pure anger. "You can't even land a proper love life. Don't act like you know shit about my relationships, because you don't, at least mine haven't failed before they even started. Do I have to mention Olivia and Elizabeth? "Just admit you cap for dick, faggot!"
Grayson's eyes widen, face turning red as he puffs up his chest and points an accusing finger at his brother. "Shut the fuck up, I am not gay! And don't say that word! I-"
"You're a shit liar, Gray. Hell, you're shit at everything! You can't cook, build, come up with video ideas or even set up a fucking camera, because I'm always doing the work for you! If anyone here's the useless pig, it's you. I carry our fucking career, all you do is run your jaw. How many more self care books are you gonna burn through without even processing the words? You can't even fucking read! Keep trying but this is all you'll ever be; a useless faggot!"
Grayson visibly flinches at the derogatory word, his jaw clenching. At this point Ethan knows he's gone too far. Grayson looks at the ground, tears already beginning to well in his eyes. Ethan's resolve immediately crumbles and he feels his heart drop to his stomach as Grayson slowly backs away to the door.
"Wait, Gray, I'm sorry-" He says, trying to apologize, but the damage is already done.
Grayson is out the room before he could say anything else, leaving Ethan alone and overcome with shame. He slumps onto the corner of his mattress, dropping his face into a pillow.
As Grayson's own brother, he knows all the things that tick him off, all the things that really drive him off the edge. Things that are triggering. And using those things against him was incredibly wrong of him knowing Grayson had struggled with them early on in his childhood. But he said it in the heat of the moment and Ethan fucked up.
His back collapses into the plush sheets, an arm slung over his eyes as he attempts to steady his heart. It was incredibly wrong- especially since he himself was sometimes confused about his sexuality. Even just moments before Grayson barged in, he realized he had unknowingly fantasized about a man.
A blush creeps up his cheeks in shame. He needs to apologize and make things right. California's on a nationwide health leave so the quicker they resolve things the less torture and awkwardness they'll have to endure in future, since they're basically stuck together for a while now.
Fuck.
Ethan sighs, running a hand down his face before shooting up off his bed.
