Top and bottom, left and right, over and over again last time was definitely not the last time like Ethan would have wanted to think. It's been two weeks since that and all they do is fight, be friends or fuck. It's like they're both very bipolar on deciding what they want to be to each other.
Enemies? Friends? or FWBs? They can't decide one minute Ethan wants to strangle Grayson and at the next his hands wrapped around his neck as he fucks him into oblivion.
"This isn't going to work E it never does" Lance picks at his fingers waiting for Ethans reaction, Few moments before this Ethan was cursing to the heavens about Grayson how he has to bring all his lady friends back to his room and get a noise complaint from the people next door. It's not something that Ethan wants to deal with cleaning up Graysons mess, apologizing to the neighbors and then having to clean the room afterwards, he didn't want to but when he realised Grayson wasn't gonna do it at all he gave up and cleaned it up then making his way here.
"Don't you think i know that? I'm the one who fucking put myself in this position" Ethan burries his head in Noah's pillow letting out a scream. "Why the fuck do i keep letting him do this to me? The sex, oh my the sex is brilliant, angry sex, but afterwards he's still the same fucking Grayson i fucking hate" Ethan paces the room making Lance nauseous.
"It's always him isn't it? Always him initiating it, always him kissing me first, it all started with him" he sighs " Fuck it you know, if i'm not doing a fucking great job he can fuck all the girls he wants but if he expects me to fuck him again he can piss off" Ethan stops when Lance stands up frowning and standing in front of him.
"I'm not defending Grayson in any type of way, but it's not just his fault you know, you both silently agreed to whatever this is. You let him carry on when he initiates it when you have all the power to stop it" Lance says quietly voice steady, Ethan's scared Lances tone was enough for Ethan to stop ranting and to cower.
"Right sorry" He's not apologising it to them, more to himself. He's sorry for himself because he let Grayson do this, he doesn't even know why he did, he hates Grayson with a passion. Ethan grabs his jacket and walks out of the room.
"Stupid fucking Lance, Stupid fucking Grayson, Stupid fucking everyone" Ethan mumbles to himself, he opens the door for it to be unlocked. "Does he fucking do this on purpose?" Ethan pushes the door open with such force it hits the wall loudly, making a small dent.
He sees Graysons jersey and gear spread along Ethans bed with his bed completely tidy, apart from that his quilts half hanging off the bed, and his pillows are at the wrong side of the bed, Ethan slams the door shut and internally screams.
"Why the fuck does he hav- i actually fucking hate him" Ethan grabs his jersey in his hand and a smirk finds it on his face and he puts the jersey down storming out of the room. He walks down the hallway passing by many people saying a simply 'hello' or 'good morning'. He sees Ben stood at the end of the hallway by himself and he looks up seeing Ethan.
"Wassup Ethan have you seen Grayson?" Ben ask
"Like fuck i do when you see him tell him if he doesn't get his shit off my bed before i'm home later i'm gonna murder him in ways he never knew was possible" Ben gulps and nods slightly scared by Ethans tone, he knows he didn't mean to say it like that but it didn't change the fact it scared him.
Ethan walks past Ben, soon he finds himself in front of the coaches office he smirks and enters the office he sees the coach at his desk with a flask in his hand. The coach looks up and furrows his eyebrows not really recognizing him.
The coaches office was as he expected it, dark brown desk, papers spread over it, the faint smell of liquor and sweat, the fan was hitting his face directly and he could even smell the faint odor of cigarettes. The coach looked neat however compared to his office, his hair was slicked back and tidy he overall appearance was neat, he would've expected something different.
"What can i do for you?" Coaches raspy voice speaks up
"I'm here to sign up for the team" The coach nods and signals for him to take a seat
"Name?"
"Ethan Grant" The coaches fingers hit the keyboard loudly typing his name.
"Okay sure just come to practice" The coach smiles
"That's it? You're not gonna ask me why? or something?" He shakes his head
"I don't need to, tells me here" He taps the computer screen
"Oh well see you at practice" Ethan stands up
"Ethan, welcome to the team"
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