Someone To Stay by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

We all need someone to stay.

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling in thought, a knock on my door snaps me away from my own mind. 

"You have a visitor Miss Rooney." Rachel announces as she lets Grayson inside. I smile calmly at him, "I'm heading out so it's just the two of you. Have fun- not too much." Rachel closes the door behind her.

Grayson slides his shoes off and lays on his back next to me looking up to the ceiling. "What are we thinking about P?" He asks me, both of us keeping our eyes fixated on the ceiling. 

I speak very slowly and gently, "Libs.. Avery.. Max.. Xander.. Nash.." I trail off before I can say the other name I'm thinking of. "Jameson." Grayson finishes for me, already knowing what I'm thinking. 

"And you." I roll onto my side to face him, he does the same until our noses are almost touching. 

"Just thinking about the people I love.. the people I miss." I tell him. 

"I'm right here." He whispers, tucking some strands of my hair off my face. 

"But it's different." I frown. "Different bad?" His eyes dart between mine. 

"Different good." I assure him quickly. "But I miss the suits. And seeing you swim laps late at night." I tell him sadly, reminiscent on those times at night when I would look out my window and he would be swimming rapidly.

"Well I miss blonde Paris. And getting to fake date you." He smirks. 

"Can you sleep over tonight?" I ask him. It's a Saturday night so I can't see why he wouldn't be able to, unless he has plans.

"Yeah." He answers quickly, not even thinking about what his plans are, only knowing they are now me.

I connect our lips gently, "I love how soft your lips are." He comments. I suddenly sit up in excitement, "How much do you trust me Gray?" I ask him. 

"It depends..?" He says sceptically. "Answer the question, Hawthorne." I reinstate. "I trust you." He agrees hesitantly. 

I run into the bathroom quickly and emerge with a small travel bag. I sit cross legged in front of him on my bed. 

"What is that?" He asks nervously. "Lie down." I order. He does so but still looks worried. "I thought you said you trusted me?" I frown. "I do." He justifies. "Then relax." I plead. 

He loosens up a little as he lays on his back, me directly above his face looking down on his upside down one. I open the bag and start messing around with some small bottles. 

"Any allergies Mr Hawthorne?" I ask, sounding like some kind of doctor about to operate. 

"Abalones, saffron, probably whatever is in your hands." He jokes. 

"I have no clue what either of those things are, should I be worried?" I tilt my head. "No." He answers shortly.

I finish soaking the toner onto a cotton pad so I bring it down to his cheeks and rub it in. "Can I ask what exactly you're doing?" He asks, his whole body a little tense. 

"Skin care. You'll be glowing when I'm done with you. Just relax babe." I speak soothingly as I focus on applying the substance to his face. 

I squeeze some serum onto his cheeks with the pipette, it starts running down his cheeks too quickly and I giggle as I struggle to close the vial.

I finally get the lid on and lunge my hands forward so it doesn't drizzle onto the bed. I slowly massage it into his features with my hands, his eyes follow my focused face.

Once it's all rubbed in I keep my hands on his cheeks as we share a moment of eye contact. Grayson lifts his head up a little to connect our lips. I push his body back onto the bed with only one hand on his chest, "Later." I whisper sensually.

I move closer to him and lift his head up, allowing him to rest it in my lap instead of on the bed. His head is weirdly close to my thighs when I think about it but realise it doesn't really matter because he doesn't show any signs of uncomfort.

I use some moisturiser on his face, his eyes watching me the whole time. Then use some retinol, followed by facial oil. 

As promised his whole face is shiny and glowing. I pat his cheek with a grin. "How do you feel?" I ask him excitedly. "Refreshed." He says flatly, clearly being sarcastic. 

I slip away and back into the bathroom, returning with something behind my back to see him propped up on his elbows looking curiously at me. 

"Can't we just make-out like normal people?" He groans when he sees me holding a tub of peel off face mask. 

I slowly walk towards him with a smirk. I kneel over his waist making him swallow at our now touching bodies. His hands slide up my body as I lean down to kiss his lips. We kiss passionately for a moment before I pull away, his hands still holding my hips. 

I open the tub and put some of the thick green face mask on his face with the silicone applier, he sighs as I smirk and keep coating his face. 

"All done." I smile happily. He suddenly flips us over so he's above me with a smirk, I look up at him like I've never seen him before. 

I lift my head up in aim to connect our lips but instead he pushes me back and starts putting the face mask on my face. I roll my eyes and tut my tongue. 

"Taste of your own medicine darlin." He says, his accent sounding unusually strong. 

He keeps applying the mask around my face as I giggle beneath him at how difficult he's finding it.

Once it's on, he closes the tub and places it beside us. "Now time for that last thing." He allows. 

So I lift my head again and connect our lips into a fiery kiss. His hands trail up and down my body ferociously. Mine tug in his hair. 

"Mmm.. Gray- Grayson?" I speak between our kisses. "Yeah?" He asks between the few seconds our lips aren't engulfing each others.

"We need to wash off the masks." I burst the mood.

He separates our horny teenage bodies and he lays down next to me instead.  

I take his hand and drag him into the bathroom. I have him sit on the closed toilet as I start taking mine off my own face. He waits patiently until mine is off.

I walk towards him and mount onto his lap, his hands immediately going to my thighs to support me. He smirks a little, that is until I start to pull the mask off his face. 

"Fuck." He whimpers sadly, I snatch my hands away in fear I did something. "You okay?" I ask worriedly. 

"Is that meant to tear off the first layer of my fucking skin." He groans, referring to the peel off mask. I scoff, "Pussy." I mutter.

He opens his mouth to argue but instead I pull the whole mask off in one swift movement causing him to let out a yelp.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I laugh at him, "You're such a baby!" I laugh as I grab his hand and pull him back into my bedroom after throwing the mask remains in the trash. 

"It hurt." He murmurs embarrassed with a sad frown. I laugh hysterically at him as we both sit back down on my bed. 

I grab the hem of his shirt and pull him towards me, laying his head down on one of my pillows as I prop myself up on my elbows looking into his eyes.

For the rest of the night I force Grayson to watch Disney movies with me and he laughs at me when I sing along. We make it to around midnight when we both decide we're too tired so we change into our pj's –he left a pair here last time he slept over– and get ready for bed.

He comes out of my bathroom and switches the plug to my nightlight on and walks around the bed, I feel it sink and know he's beside me. "I don't need the nightlight." I mutter, really embarrassed. "Well I do." He lies to make me feel like it's not weird that I need it.

He wraps his two arms around my stomach and pulls me into him. I quickly drift off into a sweet slumber in his hold.

(a/n. I love this chapter sm because it's just a cute Graris scene with nothing more too it, like literally no drama, no confusion and no negative emotions. I'm uploading extra because i won't be online for the next week or two because I'm going on vacation. Thanks for reading and 65k reads on Riches!!)