Summary: Grayson and Y/n have been friends since high school; a little before that to be exact. They had a not-so-friendlyĀ altercation 8th grade graduation, but began a spark with polar opposite attitudes. A typical college party turns to the most surprising nights of their lives.
A/N: this is an old, old, old draft from the beginning of last year that i never finished but now itās done & i hate it so enjoy! (also lmk if i need to add more tw warnings just in case)
Warnings: smut, mentions of abuse, language, underage drinking, public humiliation(?), violence (blood)
That evening, Y/n (typically) would be in her dorm blasting music so loud in her earbuds that her introverted, comic-loving roommate would yell at her to turn it down as she studied for a big test the next day.
But, instead, she was called to "haul her ass" over to the Alpha Kingdom āwhich was what Grayson and all his buddies called the fratā to help with their party they were having for the reason she didn't know.
Y/n was against it, but she had no other choice since she was close friends with Grayson and owed him a favor. (Not to mention that he couldn't hang up streamers to save his life.)
So there she was, resting one hand on his broad shoulder while she pressed the white streamer into the ceiling.
"Hold still." She said under her breath, while Gray was moving around a bunch in hopes his knee's wouldn't give out.
"I can't, my knees are about to give out Y/n," he was looking up at her, watching her shove the dainty piece of paper up into the ceiling.
"'s not my fault." Y/n licked her lips, concentrating hard.
Sooner or later, she came down from the wobbling ladder and took a few steps back to look at her work.
"Looks good kid." he awarded.
"Kid" was always Y/n's nickname; no matter who was older. She was always "kid" and he was "Blue".
Ever since last year or so, Grayson has grown into a huge Godzilla look-alike, and Y/n thought it was hilarious since the reason behind it was that he wanted to impress some girl he met the beginning of the school year and claimed she liked guys who were "bulky."
Then, Blue Whale was introduced. But Y/n got tired of adding the Whale, and Blue just kinda stuck.
"You should help me and Brandon grab the kegs from the back." Grayson folded up the ladder, and whether Y/n was following or not, he walked away to place it back where they got it.
"You know, you really are the impidamy of a typical college frat boy!" she called out.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Brandon, another frat member who was just as dumb as the rest of them, said.
The fact that they didn't even get the joke just claimed to prove her point to where she just shook her head and proceed to the backyard to help the two twin towers carry the one-hundred sixty-five pound keg into the house.
They were all soon lifting, Y/n rather struggling while the two other boys grabbed it with ease.
"God, where do you guys even get these?" she was generally curious, she hadn't seen an actual beer keg in person before. They've only been in movies...
"Brandon's friend's uncle who worked at the bar downtown."
"He got fired when the manager started realizing that he was missing a bunch of kegs like every week." Grayson said this with ease as him and Brandon finally set the huge keg onto the kitchen floor.
"Kid, pass me that thing over there will you? It's over there." Grayson pointed with his head.
"Grayson, you can't just tell me to hand you something and point with your head and just assume I know exactly what you're talking about."
He was apparently fed up with her, as: he stood, reached behind her, and pulled the hose and nozzle with a sly smirk on his stupid face.
"If you guys need any help, I'll be on the couch." she told them both and exited the kitchen before they said anything; if they hadn't already decided she was no help to them.
Shortly after, Brandon was walking into the living room to sit next to Y/n and place both of his legs over her's.
She let out a small grunt, letting her phone slip from her grasp and leaned into his legs.
"Jesus." she went to retract her phone, but he had beat her to it and was holding it above his head trying to see what she was doing.
"Whatcha doin'?" he asked, flashing the screen on his face.
Y/n was now reaching over him, still just reaching for her phone. "Brandon, I swear to god." she muttered.
"Who's Bryson? Ooh yikes, he has a B name..." he gave Y/n a hard look with his eyebrows raised slightly.
"You have a B name." she shoved his legs off her and was now even more invested on getting her belonging back.
"Yeah but that doesn't count," he was now facing away from her, pulling the phone close to him and reading her most recent text word for word.
"Don't think i'll be able to make it tonight, big test tomorrow. Y/n, what is this!" he showed her own screen to her as if she didn't know what it said.
"Can I please just have my phone back? You're being a dick." she told him.
"Hey Grayson! Y/n's got a boyfriend!" he called out, causing him to walk into the room with his face slightly scrunched in confusion.
"Huh? What'd you say?" he ran his hand though his hair before placing both on his hips.
"I don't have a boyfriend, he's just my parter for a class, now can I please have my phone back?!" Y/n was reaching over him again but he had moved his hand.
Just then, Grayson grabbed a hold of his wrist and took it from him. "Dude, don't be a cunt."
"Here kid." his eyes flashed over to her, handing it over as their fingers came in contact with one another.
Grayson found his way back into the kitchen, letting out a heavy sigh as he walked away.
She had followed behind him, seeing his behavior shift and his shoulders drop.
"What's up?" she said, leaning over the counter and watched him rinse off the dishes.
"Blue? what's wrong with you?" she said now, furrowing her brows.
A small sigh left his nose while he just placed the dish in the rack.
Grayson had always been protective over Y/nāever since they were 11 and some kid made a joke about she smelt like cigarettes because of her father.
He always stood up for her, always. Even though he knows she can defend herself he feels the tightness in his jaw and in his fists when someone mentions her in the conversation.
"Are you mad about something?"
He sighed again, moving from the dishes to the restocking of the fridge.
"Can you talk to me? Like I don't know why all this sudden you're having a pity party..." she cocked her head forward to try and get something out of him.
"It's nothing. It's fine."
"Well no, obviously something is bothering you. You can tell me. Like did I do something? Was it the phone thing? What?" Y/n slid her hand across the counter, standing up now and walking towards him.
"You shouldn't told me if you had a boyfriend." His eyes were harsh on her, leaving them to look at her until she turned her head.
"He's not my boyfriend..." her eyes were to the floor.
"Doesn't sound like it." he closed the fridge and started smashing the cardboard boxes the drinks came in.
"Blue, it's not like that, like at all. We're just parters, he wanted to work on our project tonight but now i'm here so..."
"Why don't you go, since you don't wanna be here." he smashed the final box hard against the counter, causing Y/n to flinch and blink quickly.
"I wanna be here! Damn Grayson why are you being like this holy fuck! Are you drunk already?" Y/n cheeks were getting warm and she gave Grayson side eye until she scoffed and turned on her heel.
She didn't know what he was thinking, getting mad about something like that and telling her to just go home?
She didn't know the reason behind why he said it either... because if she knew now she probably wouldn't hook up with him later that night.
It's 8th grade graduation. Ethan and Grayson are about to get called up to get their "diploma".
But as soon as the kids who were seated in front of them had to get up and wait to get called up left, Grayson was no where to be found.
Along with Y/n who was a few rows behind them.
Where were they? Good question.
Behind the Gymnasium drinking a Mike's Hard Lemonade Y/n had snuck from her dad before they left.
"Y/n, we're gonna get in so much trouble!" Grayson whisper-yelled, watching her lean over in her dress and press the top of the bottle on the jagged wall.
The top had popped off and she giggled before taking a gulp and holding out for him to hold.
"Shh! We'll only get in trouble if we get caught, now take this before I spill it on my dress. My dad will shit his pants if I ruin it."
Grayson took the bottle from her, awkwardly holding it in his hands.
"Take a sip, it's so good!" she told him, her smile wide and her eyes filled with adrenaline.
This was the first time he had seen Y/n in girl clothes and makeup. Her Aunt was in town for her graduation and helped her pick out a dress and did her makeup.
She complained about how the mascara felt weird on he eyelashes, but he thought she looked beautiful.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't always think Y/n was beautiful. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his whole life.
He trusted her with his whole heart too. Took everything she said serious and was so gullible it made Y/n laugh so hard she lost her breath.
He loved her laugh too. Making her laugh was his favorite thing he could do, it was like a super power to him.
Which is why when she caught him staring at her in her puffy dress and little platform heels, his cheeks turned bright red and he couldn't stop himself from putting his lips on hers in a quick peck.
He tasted the Mike's Hard Lemonade on her lips, and she was right... it was good.
So good that the peck lasted longer and longer until Y/n placed her hands against his fiery cheeks he let his hands go numb and the bottle shattered onto the concrete.
She pulled away, quickly opening up her eyes to see how dilated his were.
But then, almost at the same time, both of them turned their heads around the corner to see one of the teachers coming to inspect.
Grayson took her by the wrist and they sprinted around the corner until it was safe to quickly walk back to the ceremony as he was called up on stage.
And there he was, walking across the stage in front of almost a thousand kids and parents with the biggest boner ever as Y/n sat in the crowd, her cheeks red and holding the bottle cap in her palm.
They never talked about it after that.
And that summer, going onto freshman year, Y/n had gotten her first boyfriend... who wasn't Grayson.
His name was Tony, and he was a Sophomore.
Grayson was supportive of their relationship of course, but his little heart broke almost every time he saw them together or every time Y/n brought him up.
After September, he had finally broken up with her because she wouldn't give herself to him. She was heartbroken.
But again, Grayson was there for her. Always.
She never knew why he cared so much, because unlike her father, he didn't give up on herā he didn't tell her how much he loved her and then disappeared to get drunk for days at a time.
She really only had Grayson if were being honest here. Her mother moved out of state when she was little, and shortly after that they moved and she met him.
She knew there was always something there. She just didn't know what was stopping her from doing something about it.
"I'm gonna go take a shower." Grayson said walking past Brandon to quickly walk up the stairs two at a time.
By now, Y/n was now back at her dorm with a million thoughts cursing her brain.
"What's up with you?" her roommate asked, sitting at her desk while finishing up a project for her class.
"Same. I'm just saying, girls are so much more fun."
Y/n collapsed on her bed, curling up in her jeans and t-shirt as she spoke her thought out loud.
"Should I go?" she asked to no one in particular.
"Go where?" her roommate asked.
"Graysons having this party tonight at the Alpha Kingdom or whatever and I think I kinda wanna go." she was now sitting up in her bed, watching as she turned around.
"You should go. Why not?"
"Well he had a fucking hissy fit earlier because his roommate or whatever took my phone and that Bryson guy kept texting me andā whatever. He's just being overprotective for no reason & told me to go home."
"But I low-key wanna piss him off s'more."
"You should. You can wear that like skirt thing you got and be all slutty. Plus I met this girl yesterday at the coffee place by the L campus and I think we're gonna..." she gave Y/n a raised eyebrow glare and pointed with her head towards her bed.
"Well first of all, I'm not gonna dress slutty; that's like asking for it. Second of all, T.M.I."
Her roommate scoffed. "It is not asking for it, it's called having confidence and if they take it too far that's on them. I say you wear it."
So that's what Y/n did. She put on that dress she had just bought with the red little cherries printed all over, slid her shoes on after brushing out her hair & sprayed her favorite perfume.
"See, told you." she told her once Y/n had grabbed her phone off her bed and jumped down.
"Yeah see and I even put on those pair of thongs I got too. Look!" Y/n lifted her dress slightly, showing off the dainty piece of material.
She gave her wide eyes before saying, "Don't get pregnant now." as Y/n opened the door.
When Y/n arrived at the "Alpha Kingdom" she was greeted by the heavy smell of beer and blaring music from outside the front door.
As she entered, she made her way to the kitchen where her and Grayson's altercation took place to grab a red solo cup and fill it with punch.
Just before placing the ladle back into the bowl though, someone was grabbing her arm and dragging her with her cup to a secluded area away from everyone else.
She met his eyes with confusion laced in them.
"Ethan, what the fuck man! You made me spill my drink everywhere!" she told him, looking down at her arm as the red colored drink slightly stained her skin.
"Shh!" he told her, gently placing a hand over her mouth before she stuck her tongue out to retract his fingers.
"What do you want." she was shaking the drink off her while putting the cup in her opposite hand.
"Does Grayson know you're here?"
Her brows were furrowed, and she gave him a look that simply answered his question.
"Just come with me." his hand was gently wrapped around her wrist, now taking her out back where at least a hundred people were scattered about.
"What are you doing? And let go of my hand!" she pulled her wrist away from him harshly and placed both of her hands around her cup.
"Fuck! Where'd he go?! Fuck." Ethan muttered to himself.
"E, what's going on?" now Y/n had a worried pitch in her voice, watching Ethan's eyes as he scanned over the back yard desperately looking for his twin brother.
"This guy. He wants to fuck Grayson up or something." he was running his hands though his hair, looking a frantic mess and acting like he was having a bad trip.
"Are you high?" she asked, quickly watching him snap at her.
"No Y/n I'm not fucking high! I don't want someone to beat the living shit out of Grayson, okay?"
"Have you seen him? He's huge. Plus, why would anyone wanna beat-"
"Because of you okay! Some shit went around that you were with this guy and you cancelled to come hook up with Gray. Now he's pressed and is probably gonna kill us both."
"Waitā who? Who said that? Ethan?"
His head along with almost a hundred others spun around when a loud "Dolan!" was called out from the deck above us.
"Fuck me." he said under his breath.
Bryson made his way down, taking the steps two at a time and skipping the last three to land hard on the grass with his heavy work boots.
"Hey Y/n." he spoke, vial in his tone and liquor on his breath.
Y/n and Ethan stood there both in shock. For two different reasons. Ethan was shitting himself, thinking this was how he was gonna die because he hates conflict; and Y/n thought back to the last three hours catching up to her wondering why she came over in the first place.
"So, this the guy you came to fuck tonight? Because it's certainly not me." a chuckle escaped his lips as he took a few steps closer and now having everyone's attention.
"Look man, we don't wanna start anything. I'm sure whatever's going on can be resolved peacefully, alright?"
Bryson took one look at Ethan before retracting his eyes back to her.
The crowd was starting to form around them and soon peoples phones were pulled out filming every second.
"What do you want, Bryson." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"I just came for the show. You know."
Y/n scoffed at him, brushing the hair away from her face.
He took a deep breath in, now interacting with the crowd that was formed and made eye contact with a few people.
"Y/n can be kind of a slutā" the ooh's and small gasps got him willed up, so he continued. "Don't get me wrong, girls who dress slutty and act it in the bedroom is hot... but when you go to a study session and she begs to suck your dick in the library; see, that's I guess that's just the price you pay when you go to school with the Y/n Y/l/n."
"Dudeā" Ethan tried stepping in now, getting in front of Y/n and looking Bryson dead in the eyes. "Don't be a fucking dick."
"Don't act like I'm wrong. Well all know she's a slut! Just look at her!"
Everyone's eyes were shifted upward, looking past Bryson to see Grayson standing by himself in a white plane T-shirt with a green olive jacket on top some jeans.
His tall shadow was standing behind Bryson, causing him to turn around and now face him but he couldn't even get a single word out before Grayson took his balled up fist and forced it against his jaw.
In seconds he and Grayson both were on the floor while Bryson took multiple punches to his face as Y/n's screams for him to stop muffled out.
How dare he say something like that about Y/n? How could he say that to her when she's such an angel? Did she really do that in the library?
The questions were sprinting around in Grayson's head as he took punch after punch to Bryson before the ringing in his ears faded away.
"Grayson! Stop, please!" Y/n's desperate scratchy screams were loud enough to where he looked up at her only for him to be pressed up against the grass.
Bryson was punching Grayson now, and with all his 175 pounds on him, Ethan and some random guy was holding him up and had his arms behind his back.
Grayson stoodā only with a bloody nose, split lip, some some small bruising around his eye and both of their blood on his knuckles.
He spit blood out onto the grass, looking around into the crowd āincluding Y/nā and walked inside while shaking his hands as if they were wet.
Back in the kitchen, Grayson had placed the frozen carrots on his hand and let his head fall between his shoulders over the sink.
He felt her presence approaching, the familiar smell she carried around with her everywhere. "What the fuck was that about Grayson!" she screamed, stomping in the room with her eyes staring at him hard.
"Nothing Kid." his jaw was clenching. He was about to explode again.
"Nothing?! That was nothing!" she was already gone. God, why did she even come in the first place?
"I told you to go home." his eyes were digging into her and he placed his finger to his lip to wipe the blood away before he disappeared up the stairs.
Y/n was about to be death of him.
"You can't just ignore me!" Y/n said while banging on Graysons bedroom door after repeatedly trying to turn the nob.
Inside the four walls Grayson had trapped himself in, he was alone with his thoughts and Y/n desperate to come in and give him company.
Then there were four knocks on his door. The same four knocks they did when they wanted to apologize to one another in 8th grade but we're too ashamed to say the words aloud.
It was their only promise they held to this day. Which is one of the only reasons Grayson sighed heavily and opened up the door for her.
He closed the door behind her, now both of them standing in awkward silence.
Y/n's eyes were glued to her feet while Graysons were softly looking at her in all her glory.
As mad as he was, and the fact that he was breathing hard from his nose to subside how much he wanted to finish Bryson off, when his eyes fell on Y/n he was in awe.
He hadn't noticed how nice she was dressed until now. With a soft white dress, curled hair, and her favorite sneakers that didn't quite match. It made him chuckle.
Her eyes were on him. "What?" she asked, placing her arms across her chest.
"No, what. Now you have to tell me."
Grayson shook his head in disapproval.
"C'mon Blue, I tell you everything!"
Her words stung him like a bee, because she could see his jaw tense up again and walk away from her.
"Just like when you told me you didn't have a boyfriend?"
"So this is what that was about? Because he is and never will be my boyfriendā or anything remotely like that, ever."
"But you still sucked his dick in the library? See, Y/n I don't understand you sometimes. You can be the nicest girl i've known since we were 13, or the complete opposite."
He was inching closer to her now, his vile words building up to protect himself from slipping his biggest secret.
"Why are you being such a dick! So what if I did?! It's none of you're business anyway. You're so protective Grayson... so manipulative and controlling. You spend all you're time worried about me you can take one second to see what you've done. For fucks sake you just beat the living hell out of some kid in your backyard!"
"He was drunk. And so are you? How much have you had to drink? Huh?!"
"This isn't about meā it's about the fact thatā"
"It's about me! Always my fault, isn't it?! It was my fault I got us in trouble in middle and high school, my fault I caused you to almost lose you're scholarship... is it my fault my dad was a drunk and used to beat me?!" she shoved his chest, causing him to stumble backward a little.
"I never said that." he sighed.
"No but you've thought about it. C'mon admit it! You've once thought about how I could have ruined you're big dreams. And now you wouldn't be here now right?" another shove to his chest.
And that's when Grayson is pressing Y/n against his bedroom door, his hands surround her cheeks and her arms fall to her sides only to be gently placed against his torso seconds later.
They were so close. So close just like the time they kissed in the back of the Gymnasium when they were younger. Her lips were the same to him, still holding onto that Mike's Hard Lemonade, but this time it was more fruity due to the punch Y/n had drank.
But to Y/n it was different. It was so different.
She was taken back almost six years to when she took that lemonade from her Dad's outside fridge and got so much shit later that because he found the bottle cap on her dresser.
She never regretted it though. She felt alive, being rebellious, being secretive and her adrenaline pumping through her veins. She haven't felt the same since... until now.
Grayson opened his eyes, slowly pulling apart and watching her eyes flutter open to look up at him.
"Gray..." he was scared of what she might say next.
"You're drunk." her voice was soft, but it still cut into him like butter and he pulled his hands away from her and took a step back to sit on his bed.
"I'm drunk? That's all I am Kid! Because last time I checked I was in love with you." his mouth formed the sentence and spit it out before he even had a chance to think it over in his head.
"Grayson..." Y/n was still against the door, too afraid if she moved he'd have her back where she was.
"Do you realize how long I've liked you for?! Go on ahead I wanna hear what you have to say." the tone in his voice was something she had never heard before.
"The first day I met you Y/n! The second I laid my eyes on you I- I- I had this feeling in my stomach- butterflies. That never happens. Ever. And you know what else?"
She stood there with her arms pinned to her side waiting for him to speak again.
"You'd always flirt with me, all the time. Do you remember that? Remember all those times in the library when you'd drag me down an empty hall and hold my hand until class was over? Or after school when we went to the park and you convinced me to write on the playground? I even wrote our initials under the slide!" he took a deep breath in before he stood up and started pacing the room.
"Oh yeah! And the endless times we would skip class to hid in the locker room and take people's locks and switch them around! You did that shit to me all the time Y/n! And I let it happen..."
"It's not like that," her voice was just a whimper compared to his.
"It's not like that?! What is it like then? You fucking led me on all the time for years and I still stuck around because you're Dad was a drunk and I was the only friend you had and I liked you so much it wouldn't even matter if I wanted to leave!"
"And when you kissed me, behind the Gym at our graduation, I went home and looked at rings because I was so delusional that I thought I'd marry you." Grayson's hands came up to ruffle through his hair, and the tears had started to form in his eyes before he could do anything about it.
"Will you please just listen me to me!" she had raised her voice now, her hands talking with her while her eyes locked with his.
"I like you Blue. I just- it's complicated."
"Right. Because you don't like me like that. Right?"
Y/n sighed. Both of them were too fucked up to be having this conversation right now. "No, because I'm fucking scared! Okay?! You're the only man in my life who hasn't treated me like absolute shit and- and what happens if we do this? Then what? I lose you too? Jesus Grayson do you ever think about anything through before you just go on a rampage?"
"Y/n, just shut up." and that's when Grayson's hands were pressed hard against her cheeks, pulling her close enough to feel him through his jeans.
Y/n still didn't know how it had happened, how they had gone from fighting to her being pressed up against his twin-sized bed in his room with him between her legs.
He hovered over her with his hands on either sides of her face while they locked the eye contact with silent consent.
Grayson's hands found Y/n's waist and slide down slowly until both of his hands were holding her legs open.
"Lift your dress Kid." he said, and she could feel his breath against her clothed clit while doing as he said quickly.
His hands rubbed slowly on her smooth thighs while he watched her do as he said before he pulled the dainty, thin piece of fabric Y/n was wearing to the side.
While doing so, Y/n's breathing caught in her throat to the touch of his rather large fingers grazing against her.
She was nervous, but the adrenaline she craved took over and followed every order that was asked of her.
There was another moment of consent, and that small nod was all Grayson needed as his tongue came in contact with Y/n's wet core.
He started off slow, trying to see how long it would take before she was begging for more, asking him: "Please, Blue... please."
The thought of it made him groan as he felt himself grow in his jeans that caused them to fit a bit more tight.
"Oh," Y/n moaned as Grayson made eye contact with her, just to pick up his pace.
He could hear the light taps on his comforter, and so he took it as another sign until she was slightly arching her back due to his work between her sweet folds.
He didn't realize he was burying himself in her until he loosened his grip on her thighs and stopped quickly to get a breath of air.
But Y/n's breathing was a bit harder now, and she croaked out a small "Gray," to beg him to continue.
But that's not what he wanted to hear. Blue.
His right hand let go of her leg, only to reach down and lightly trace along her silky folds to her pearl. "Hm?"
Y/n reached forward a bit at the sudden touch, and he found two of his fingers slowly dancing around her small numb that made her beg.
"Ple... please," she breathed out feeling him between her with a playful look on his face just knowing he'd get her to say it.
"Pleaseeee, what?" he mocked, opening his fingers just slightly to find her small, tight opening.
Grayson's mouth was just near an inch away from her core as he blew cold air into it making Y/n squirm just to have him grip onto her thigh.
"Gray," Y/n had a hard time finishing her train of thought before he had taken the two fingers and slid them into her wetness as they disappeared in her.
She gasped now, gripping onto his bed sheets and pulling her brows together to help keep the moan in.
She could fight it for as long as she could, but if he kept doing this to her, the whole neighborhood would know what they were up to.
Once again Grayson sped up, now moving his fingers in and out of Y/n while also swirling his tongue around her numb before kind of kissing sloppily and mixing the fluids around slightly.
"Fuck," she said, trying for reach for him as he moved her hand away.
"Say it Kid, go on." Grayson continued while he waited, listening to the sound of fingering his best friend.
And there were the magic words. "Blue, please... shit,"
This time Y/n successfully reached up for him, grabbing onto his brown locks and pulling him close to her core and using both hands to hold her still.
Grayson's mouth was open against her, and when he heard her screech as he felt her legs start to shake, he knew he was doing something right.
This continued, and he loved the sounds that he made her make, and he was nearly coming to his breaking point when he heard one last moan and felt the warmth on his chin.
He took a small collection of Y/n with his tongue and pulled her even loser while she whined and breathed heavy, her grip on his hair still strong.
Once she finally let go of Gray, and before he could even say a word to her, she said: "Fuck me Grayson."
