what happened to innocent ethan nowadays.

incredibly unedited and i kind of escalated it (out of being bored as shit)

"this isn't fluff ma'am" "i know"

Your POV
i never realized how addicting he can be along the countless days i've been watching him with my brother. i don't know how i've been holding all these thoughts for so long, and now i can't believe that i'm still capable of holding in these things to myself. he's so tempting to just jump all over him or just break my limit, but it's wrong? fatal? i exaggerate, tapping my finger on the counter watching ethan open the box of pizza, more quiet than a butterfly, but it feels louder than a groaning elephant.

it's so fucking tense, why can't my brother just get back into the kitchen right now. wow, i hate this, i hate this so much. i'm shifting around in my bar-stool swiveling it around anxiously, what else can i do, while ethan is leaning against the sink waiting impatiently peering at me like he's waiting for a response, his chest exposed of it's glory. i can only see this in the corner of my eye, but i know damn well this already steering downhill.

"ethan, what the hell," i mutter finally giving in to his fiery glare.

"what's wrong?" ethan misconceives, but he leaves a misleading smirk on his lips, which results in me exhaling heavily.

"you know well, quit looking at me like that, like you want to devour me with just a stare." the wrong of that statement-

"not my fault you're thinking that way," he shrugs it off, but that doesn't help. "i just had no where else to look at."

"okay ethan," i mutter throwing a piece of pineapple from the pizza at him, but that only made me giggle, which ironically wasn't something i intended to let out. and ethan looks amused when the piece smacked him his bare chest. the pineapple made a dull tap on the floor and we both looked at it with a simple stare. "when's my brother getting his ass out here?"

"don't know," ethan said, weirdly softer than before, but his body shifts closer to me. i groan in agony, feeling reluctant of what could possibly happen next. "but why care? you and me time."

"oh really," i drag on clearly noticing him shrinking the distance between us, my lip quivers with excitement yet nervousness. it's only getting worse from here, it's only the beginning of it though. i almost choke this out, immediately regretting it, "ethan, will my brother mind?"

"i don't know," he answers. i press my lips together and look away from ethan, who's clearly not focused on the wrong of this, pushing forward on this without a doubt.

"my brother is in the other room," i whisper, since our close distance doesn't need anything louder than one. "and you know him probably better than me, so you should know if he would fucking slam you for this."

god, why does he have to have his shirt off? it's an addicting view. "he doesn't have to know that we're like this," he starts but i cut him off.

"ethan, you and i both know that's crazy," i mutter quieter by the second. he's wilder in the mind than i thought, and i never thought i had that too. cause hell, i want this more than anything, i wish i could just stop worrying and just kiss his glistening red lips now, that i notice are quivering for mine.

"what's wrong with being crazy?" he whispers, but suddenly his eyes faltered in a concerning way, almost in a doubtful manner.

"ethan you're so in the mood for this," i admit noticing his right hand reach out towards my face, in a painfully slow manner. and in a careful movement, his fingers lightly trace the hair behind my ear, and the familiar shivers snake down from there.

"i'm so crazy for you, it's been so damn long," he says intimidating me with his gloriously dark eyes. his lips inch closer and closer, my breath unstable and shaking as my eyes catch his sculpted body also pulling towards me. "you and i both know damn well, that we feel the same thing."

"i know it's just-i don't know, ethan."

my brother has to get here quick, or not, maybe i don't want that. ethan licks his lips before saying, rather begging, "just once, y/n."

"stop, ethan," i whisper ridiculously, having no such control on anything anymore. this escalated too quick, i don't know how to get out of this mess.

"you should stop yourself too," he says, and i look down to see that i'm pulling him towards me with my legs, wrapped involuntarily around his torso as a way to relieve the familiar ache. it's humiliating and awfully painful to see myself lose control. ethan reacts with doubtful eyes, and sudden guilt by the look of this. "y/n, we don't have to do this though, if i'm pushing you to doing anything you might regret, i'll pull back right now. i just, i'm just losing myself because of you."

my mind's a whirlpool of conflict, my thoughts ablaze and on edge, edging towards just risking to meet his lips quick. just fucking make-out, but i feel ridiculous falling for him this quick. this is stupid, and i should answer him.

but i'm already heated, we're both already heated and the pressure between us is excruciating, forcing my breathing to falter since i'm holding in the relief of the pressure. it's awfully intimate, centimeters away from just releasing rational and irrational thoughts.

his face is close and unstable, the same as me. his eyes travel around me frantically like i'm just too obscure to understand how i'm feeling. his lips still trembling with anxiousness, but he looks so beautiful weakening under me.

"just once," i give in, my arms thrusting out to lock around his neck, securing the heat between us, but that heat is getting more intense than the second before. ethan shivers, looking down forcibly and nervously, but he's so close that a few of his gorgeous brown strands of hair brushes along my forehead, and it's satisfying.

"damnit y/n, you're making me crazy," he admits, and we suddenly went silent, caught up in our eyes lusting for the contact.

his finger lingers towards my lips, dragging my bottom lip down agonizingly slow, slight twitch of his lip tugging upwards, almost like a half second smile, but i couldn't stop thinking about it afterwards.

his eyes look wild, with curiosity and attraction, it's a sight i couldn't stop watching.

but his finger slips off, but gets replaced with plush lips wet and hot, feverishly moving i couldn't catch up without thinking straight, my mind swimming but just thinking about the feeling of his firm mouth against mine. and it's addicting, satisfying, i break a tender moan in the kiss tugging him closer by the grasp of his brown locks through my fingers.

shit, i feel intoxicated, his hands cling on my hips as his way of tightening the heat between us, but the butterflies dancing inside me is frantic. eyes heavy and struggling to stay open, but they stare intensely at one another for a long time.

ethan can devour me with a stare, but also by this plump lips, now pushing deeper into mine for more attention and touch. our breaths jagged and hoarse (mainly ethan's), but we don't mind the sounds escaping us, even if an other would find the wrong in them.

i'm almost leaned back incredibly, almost falling off the bar stool, but his hands cradle the small of my back keeping me balanced, thank God! i feel ethan trembling for more, pulling me to his chest with one swift tug-

"ethan!" i hear distant away from us, which, by the masculinity and familiarity of the voice, we panicked to pulling our attached lips away, along with our shaking bodies, rather painfully.

"ethan! did you want to stay here or...? i was taking a quick shower but totally forgot your ass was here!" i hear, rolling my eyes, but i look at ethan who's recked at the sight; his hair tussled and uncontrolled, lips gorgeously swollen and still shaking tremendously, his eyes wide and skin flustered and blushed to a deep red.

i curse under my breath, biting my lip thinking it's a way to control myself, like my skin color and uncontrollable breathing.

ethan looks at me with a stare that sends me flying high like minutes before, and just by the look, this is not over, and i agreed with him with a wild grin. i'm crazy for this man already.

what the hell is wrong with me?

"ethan," my brother snaps, now in the kitchen seeing ethan and i separated at such an uncomfortable distance, feeling the peculiar sensation between us, i could see the confusion in his eyes. "did you need to go home, or...?"

"i can stay if that's fine, my time isn't consumed," he forces out.

"you sure?"

"yeah, if your sister wouldn't mind."

again, i don't know what got me to write this and have it escalate...i-i don't know.