#grethan is real

[grethan-real]

Get a person that looks at you the same way e looks a Grayson

[sweetestgrethan]

91 pls

91. Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

CW: Mentions of drug and alcohol use, mild violence

Related; kind of a continuation of one of my other drabbles where Ethan is 17 and Grayson is 20.

Something a little more angsty for y’all, since I’m always writing about happy endings!

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Grayson has done a lot of stupid things in his short life so far. Too many to count, even. He lead with his heart, his dick, his fists, anything but his fuckin’ brain. Thinking logically or without involvement of his emotions was next to impossible, so he handled things the next best way he could think of.

Grayson used his strength. He works out for a reason, and he puts himself to use when needed. He’d be caught dead before he would let himself stand there while he watched his baby brother being hit up by some other guy.

In retrospect, maybe bringing his underage sibling to a college party wasn’t the best idea. But, he wanted to have fun, get smashed with Ethan and then go home and fuck rough and dirty, now that their parents weren’t home for the weekend. Grayson had forgotten how careless he got when he was drunk. That, combined with his intense feelings for Ethan, with the added factor of some other douchebag feeling Ethan up in some far away corner of this party, made some sort of sick, dangerous possessiveness bubble up inside of him.

Grayson threw all caution out the window as he stomped his way towards Ethan, forgetting that, oh yeah, it probably wasn’t the best to act like a disgruntled boyfriend when it came to his brother, especially when surrounded by their friends.

Grayson towered over both of them, Ethan currently pressed into a wall while the stranger sweet talked him, tried to get him to agree to go upstairs for a while. Grayson thanked God that he was able to steady himself as he slapped a hand down onto this guy’s shoulder, turning him around and grabbing fistfuls of his shirt before he slammed him back into the wall. He didn’t care that he was making a scene, because he loved Ethan so bad that he’d most certainly die for him, and some horny teenager from his old high school wouldn’t be ruining that for him.

The confrontation was short and violent, Grayson screaming in his face about never coming close to Ethan again, or else he’d feel his wrath once more. The older didn’t let go until he’d landed a few good punches, adrenaline and blood rushing through his ears and deafening any protests Ethan had. As soon as he was satisfied, he pushed him to the floor and watched him scurry away, broken nose and all. Grayson could finally hear the cheering and commentary from everyone else at the party when he felt Ethan hit his arm with a closed fist, looking so embarrassed and mortified at what Grayson had just done.

Oh, and suddenly, he could feel the intense sting and ache of his fingers, sore from landing the punches so harshly onto someone’s face. Grayson couldn’t help but crack a smile as Ethan pulled him out of the party and called them an Uber, knowing there was no way he was going to let Grayson drive in the state he was in.

It didn’t really hit him, what he’d done, until hours later. Grayson was a lot more sobered up now, sitting on the edge of Ethan’s bed in just his boxers after he’d taken a shower. He had his fist held up as Ethan tended to it, cleaning and wrapping it up gingerly. He was so grateful for Ethan. Grayson didn’t know what he’d do without his little brother.

They did this mostly in silence, Grayson staring off into some point on the wall opposite of them. He could feel how angry Ethan was, even in his silence. The tension was uncomfortable.

“Fuckin’ idiot.” Ethan finally said after a few moments of just cleaning the wound across Grayson’s knuckles. “You’re so stupid sometimes, I really can’t believe it, Grayson.”

Fuck, he sounded like their dad or something. Grayson winced as Ethan pressed the alcohol pad a little too roughly into his skin.

“You’re not supposed to do shit like that in public, Grayson, do you want to get us killed? Do you know how it looks when you act this way towards every fucking person that tries to get with me?” Ethan growls, getting more worked up with every word that left his mouth. “I get it, you feel threatened or whatever, but I can’t be all over you when we’re at parties. I can’t kiss you and be your arm candy. Brute,” Ethan said before he went to push Grayson’s shoulders roughly, the younger boy breathing heavily in anger.

Grayson was caught off guard by the sudden roughness, having used his other hand to shoot back and catch himself. He was sure the worst part of all of this was the simple fact that he didn’t regret it. He didn’t care what people thought, and he didn’t care how much blood he got on his hands for Ethan. He didn’t care that it was weird, how protective he was over his little brother. And he’d keep acting this way. As long as he couldn’t have Ethan to himself fully, he’d act out. That’s just how things would be.

There was more tense silence, and then Grayson finally spoke, swallowing thickly to wet his dry cords. “Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.” He said, voice gravely and obviously still fucked up from the night of drinking and smoking and screaming.

Ethan visibly deflated at that, dropping his hands from Grayson fully. The tears rushed down his cheeks so fast he barely had time to register that he was crying. He didn’t know how to feel about this, too young and inexperienced to understand all the complexities of Grayson’s love for him, but wanting to, and very much overwhelmed by it. Grayson’s devotion scared him, truthfully. It was terrifying how easily Grayson would throw his life away for him. It’s not that Ethan didn’t feel the same, this was all just so new to him and the fact that his own brother was the source of so many of his emotions, of his pleasure, happiness, anger, sadness, it was absolutely too much.

“You’re insane.” Ethan sobbed out softly and reached up to wipe his tears as fast as he was producing them, before he was climbing into Grayson’s lap and wrapping himself around him, crying into his shoulder. “Why don’t you care about getting caught? Why do you want to risk what we have? I don’t want to lose you,” he cried, tears dripping onto Grayson’s skin and sliding off him in whatever direction they pleased. When it came down to it, Ethan was scared. He couldn’t bare to think about not having Grayson around anymore, rotting away in some jail cell, or even worse off, dead because he couldn’t keep his words and hands to himself.

Grayson responded by wrapping his arms around Ethan, hugging him close, already feeling himself relax at the closeness. He knew he was a bit off, that the way he did things didn’t make sense and that it would get them caught one day. It would get him thrown in jail, guaranteed. But nothing compared to this and being able to hold Ethan this close despite his tears.

It’s more silence, filled with soft sobs, and Ethan is speaking again.

“Damn you, Grayson Dolan.” Ethan said as he pulled away to look up at his big brother. He sounded weak and tired, his cheeks and nose were flushed red and stained wet with his tears. “You make me want to throw it all away sometimes too, you know. You’re a horrible fucking influence.” Ethan said, through a weak little chuckle.

Grayson watched as he expressed his true feelings, his unwounded hand reaching up to cup Ethan’s face tenderly, wiping away his tears and feeling as Ethan practically melted into the simple touch. “We could.” Grayson said softly. Maybe it was the weed still in his system talking, but it sounded feasible. And perfect. And right. “We could throw it all away. Just you and me. We can get outta here. Make a life for ourselves out there. Away from anyone we know.” He muttered softly. “I’ll make it so good for you, baby, I’ll give you anything you want. I mean it. Anything.” He sighed.

Ethan found himself crying once more as he listened to the fantasy Grayson was conjuring up, feeling his stomach tighten at the promise of getting to live out his days alone with Grayson. This is what he had meant. Grayson made it sound so simple that Ethan would’ve immediately agreed if he didn’t know better, if he didn’t know that all of that sounded absolutely crazy. Yet, Ethan found himself giving in. Just for a moment. He wanted to humor him, immerse himself in the idea for a moment.

“Yeah?” Ethan whispered shakily. “Anything? You’ll build me a house and I’ll get to decorate the inside?” He said, cracking a watery smile when Grayson nodded. “One day.” Ethan murmured, cupping Grayson’s face with both of his hands, staring at all the features he loved. “One day, we’ll do it, okay? You wake me up in the middle of the night when you’re ready and I’ll pack my bags and we can go. Next year. When we’re all done with school.” He said, trying to be reasonable. They had gone into this relationship knowing how crazy it was. They knew what this eventually had to come to, with them growing up, their parents would start questioning them. They’d ask endlessly about wives and grandkids and wonder why their sons are so close, they’ll wonder why Ethan didn’t want to go to college and why Ethan wanted to go live with Grayson instead. Ethan reasoned it with, wouldn’t it just be easier to do it before they started questioning it? It would be so much easier to rip the bandaid off and just go, not explain themselves at all. It would hurt. Ethan would always wonder what their parents thought, how they faired without them. But his heart was tugging him closer and closer to Grayson and telling him to let go for once. To trust his big brother and just let himself enjoy what they had.

“I like the sound of that.” Grayson murmured, leaning in to finally press their lips together as one of his hands creeped back to grip Ethan’s hair, keeping him still and in place as he kissed him. “And I love you. Too much, I guess.” He said honestly.

Ethan shook his head and licked his lips, savoring the taste of Grayson on his tongue, smoky and acrid from the alcohol and cigarettes. “It’s not too much. It will never be too much. I love you the same. I think even more.” Ethan said assuringly.

Grayson couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips, feeling some pain shoot up his arm as he flexed his fingers.

“You surprise me everyday, baby boy.” Grayson sighed, pretty content with Ethan sat safely and snuggly in his lap, humoring his dreams. “I’ll never stop fighting for you. Ever.” He whispered.

All Ethan could do was nod and kiss him again. Kiss him like he needed it to survive. So fervently and hotly that he felt lightheaded when they pulled away. “I’ll never stop giving you reasons to fight.” He said with a smirk, loving the laugh he’d pulled from Grayson, which made him flutter all over.

It would be okay. Grayson would always make it okay.

No matter the cost.

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Let me know what you think of this change of pace!

Here’s a link to the first drabble about these two if you’re interested

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I couldn't figure out who Grayson reminded of with his longer hair until i watched friends today😆

[grethan-allmance]

Thoughts on the newest vid

Still no pictures and as always, they were purely the thoughts I am having after watching the vid, what I remember thinking and feeling, and something I think about as I am typing.

One thing I really feel from it is Ethan really, really likes being pampered by Grayson. I thought he was going to make fun of Grayson's terrible nail-polishing skill or something, and was kinda low key surprised he didn't. He didn't even sound terribly annoyed it got on the skin instead of just nails. Sure, it's not a big of a deal, that can be removed pretty easily. Still, he just seemed so happy he got Grayson to pamper him.

It was almost like he was low-key saying 'you all can love him and I don't care cuz look, he's mine'. Oh, the things my mind came up with....😂😂😂

I kinda feel bad for Grayson, I think he just wants Ethan to do things he usually does for Ethan, but they backfired. At least he got his little bits of revenge in. I certainly like that he got Ethan to pour all the rest of the milkshake all over himself, though I had wondered if that was wise. Wouldn't it drip in the car when they have to get back? They were using Grayson's car then, right? The milk could stain the interior. And there's also the smell, I imagine. I personally get car sick so easily and would rather not have anything smelling like milk in the car. Ethan wouldn't care, it wasn't his car and it wasn't his idea to pour milkshake all over himself. A little disappointed that Ethan backed off from drinking all that milk after making Grayson drink that protein shake, but since they reached a compromise I guess that was okay. I kinda get why Ethan was so adamant about not drinking it. Ethan actually believes all of his food-peeves/allergies, even though maybe it was just his paranoia talking and thus some of them are probably actually bullshit, while Grayson really eats anything as long as he thinks they're edible. So, different viewpoints.

And there, at the end, Grayson had so much fun making Ethan sing. I think Ethan had gotten better actually, compared to what I remember of their past vids. Still, I like how satisfied Grayson seemed when Ethan sang for the outtro. In a way, he did get the last word. Gotta be pretty satisfying.

Alright, that's my thought on the new vid for now.

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This part

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In aww

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So cute

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The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing

(Blaise Pascal)

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He wants that kiss

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He's blushing right

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Why 😂

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Having fun Ethan 😏

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Love his smile when saying thick booty