a collection of grethan stories.
lowercase intended.
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⚠️warning: twincest⚠️
don't read if you don't like twincest, it's that simple.
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chapter warnings:
[•] unsure if there will be another part.
[🤝] no smut, not necessarily 'romantic'.
[💋]...
Inspired by the room redo video, and how Ethan installed a projector on Gray's ceiling.
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Grayson knew as soon as he saw the projector that thing was gonna fall. Ethan has no experience in wiring and setting shit like this up what-so-ever and it wasn't professional done.
Obviously he had worries.
When the cameras were finally off and the outro was filmed and Kyle went home, Grayson headed straight for Ethan's room. When he entered, a warm smile formed on his face when he saw Ethan looking around his room in awe. When he sees Grayson, his smile gets bigger and he approaches him and wraps his arms around him. Grayson immediately hugs him back.
"Gray, my room is so fucking cool now. I can't thank you enough." He compliments, causing a blush to form on Grayson's face. "Thanks bro. I'm a little worried about the projector.." he warns after they pull away. Ethan cocks an eyebrow, "what do you mean?" He asks, starting to head over to Grayson's room. "Is it fucked up already?"
"No, I'm just worried it's gonna fall. Did you have any idea what you were doing when you installed it?" He questions, he isn't trying to insult Ethan, he just wants to make sure he isn't gonna get fucking crushed when he's sleeping. "Gray, it's fine. I did it fine, but I did have to drill four holes into your ceiling to find the right spot, just saying." He says, causing Grayson to feel even better. "Oh that's what I wanted to fucking hear. Look, can I just sleep with you tonight, and then we'll see if it stayed up in the morning, yeah?" He suggests, causing Ethan to roll his eyes. "I guess. But no fucking cuddling, I'm pissed at you right now for not fucking trusting me." He argues, crossing his arms. Grayson cocks an eyebrow, "are you fucking kidding me Ethan?! Obviously I'm gonna be fucking worried, it wasn't professionally done! I don't want to fucking get crushed!" He yells, his eyebrows furrowed. Ethan smirked, "I know you love being the little spoon Gray, but you'll have to learn you won't get it every night." Ethan challenges, a proud smirk on his face.
A huge grin forms on his face. "Fuck you!" He yells, tackling Ethan. He knew he'd been exposed.
What can he say, Ethan is the best cuddler.
A loud laugh comes out of Ethan, then Grayson straddles Ethan and starts tickling his sides, Ethan thrashing in his arms. "G-Gray, AH GRAY! Gray- I'm sorry- ah ha ha ha!" He yells, before grabbing Grayson's arms and flipping them over, to where he was on top of Grayson. Grayson looked up at him with a gleam in his eyes, a big smile on his face. Ethan mentally 'awes' when Grayson's smile fades into a warm, curious grin, looking up at Ethan with innocence and love in his eyes.
Ethan loves this man too fucking much.
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Two weeks passed and Grayson forgot about his fear of the projector.
As Ethan was just about to completely be asleep, he hears a loud BANG and a long groan come from Grayson's room. For a split second, he's frozen from fear.
It happened.
He jumps up and races to Grayson's room, his eyes blurring with tears at the possibility Grayson may of just fucking died. He can't think right now, his mind is gonna think of the worst fucking possibilities right now.
"Gray what- oh my god..." he breathes, at the sight of Grayson right now.
The projector fell. Right on Grayson's stomach. "E- get this thing off me- can't- breath-" he struggles out, and Ethan instantly runs over to lift it off Grayson. Once it's finally off, Grayson inhales deeply, his hands around his throat. He sits up on the edge of his bed, desperately trying to catch his breath. With wide eyes, he reaches over to his nightstand and digs around before he finally finds his inhaler. Ethan just watches. He's frozen again, his eyes wide as he watched Grayson almost go into an anxiety attack.
He finally finds his inhaler and puts it to his mouth, taking a deep breath in before exhaling deeply. He sits with his eyes closed, like he's trying to gather his senses.
Ethan takes this as a time to speak up. "Gray- I'm so fucking sorry, I- are you alright? Are you hurt bad?" He rambles, moving to crouch in front of Grayson, with both of his hands wrapped around Grayson's free one. He looks up at him with desperation, Grayson looks down at him with anger.
