Your Song by Elton John

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is when you're in the world.

TW: Sexual Content

I find Grayson sitting in the echoey theater on the third floor. He's by the piano, gently tracing his fingers over some keys and playing some lazy tune. He's deep in thought and I contemplate leaving him alone with his thoughts but he sees me before I can walk away. 

"Paris." He says slowly, something in his eyes lighting up when he sees me. 

I walk inside and join him on the stage, "Hey." I say softly. He reaches an arm over to where I stand, wrapping it around my waist and effortlessly pulling me closer. 

The small wooden bench doesn't have nearly enough room for the two of us so he pulls me onto his knee. 

"You ever played before?" He asks me, running his fingers over a few keys serenely. 

"One of my teachers was in a band when I was 13 so he did a morning assembly on it. He taught us all how to play a really advanced song." I inform Grayson with a proud smile. 

He gestures for me to go ahead whilst wearing a smirk. I begin to really slowly play twinkle twinkle little star, missing half the keys and taking ages to remember what's next. 

Grayson tries to stop himself from finding amusement in my talent... or lack thereof. 

Once I'm finished he gives me applause like I just played the best composition in the world. 

"Can you play me something?" I beg, wrapping my arms around his neck eagerly. 

He scoffs a short laugh then shakes his hands and starts to play an intro, already impressing me. I recognise it pretty quickly when he gets to midway through the verse. Your song by Elton John.

I smile, looking down at his concentrated face. "Sing." I tell him. 

He looks up at me with bemusement, "Isn't this enough?" He asks, no longer looking at the piano or paying attention but playing every note perfectly. 

"Oh come on I've heard about your voice from Xander, Mr Frank Sinatra." I tease. 

That gets a laugh out of him, he shakes his head but I give him pleading puppy eyes. He scoffs and eventually comes around to singing for me, looking at me as he plays, only I'm watching his agile hands and how quickly they move without even realising how impactful his stare is.

He gets to the chorus and i turn my head back around to face him. Our eyes meet and we share this moment. As cringey as it sounds, for just a moment nothing else matters, everything around us freezes and it's just us. 

Between the verse and last chorus he leans forward and places a quick kiss on my neck. For the last chorus I sing along with him, both of us laughing genuine and real laughs. 

The second he plays the last key neither of us can help but lean in and press our lips together passionately. "You're incredible." I tell him warmly.

"It's not that hard, just learn all the keys and it's easy." He shrugs nonchalantly. He gestures for me to place my hands on the keys so I do. My fingertips gently sit atop the keys, not even knowing where to start. 

His two hands place themselves over mine, each of his fingers connecting over the top of mine. He starts to move my hands. He moves them quickly and taps on the fingers I need to press down on. It proves rather easy being rapped in his hold, his veiny hands touching mine. The rings on his fingers cold and refreshing on my warm hands. 

How is it possible for a guys hands to be attractive.. is that even a thing? 

I suddenly break my hands away and in one quick move swing my body around, mounting his lap.

He looks at me in slight shock. I smirk and place my hands on his neck, bringing our lips together eagerly. His hands position themselves on my thighs, his cold rings sending chills straight between my legs. 

The kiss deepens to a needy and desperate one. I end up grinding on him accidentally, making him even hungrier. Grayson's hands caress every curve of my body, attacking the fabric of my dress, desperate to get beneath it. 

"We shouldn't do it here. We've learned our lesson from last time." I warn him between kisses. 

So instead, he stands up, still kissing me and holding me by the thighs strongly. He leads us through the house, up the stairs without even caring if we get caught mid kiss by anyone. 

"Horny little bastards." Nash shakes his head, looking at us with mock-disgust. We don't even separate our kissing to reply, all I do is extend one of my arms previously crossed behind Grayson's neck and flip Nash off. 

Grayson kicks his door open carelessly and kicks it shut behind us. He drops down into a velvet love seat. His hands leave my thighs and come to my cheeks, cupping them carefully. 

"Yeah?" He separates to confirm this is okay, even though he knows I'm always okay with it when it's him. "Mhm." I smirk against the kiss. 

Grayson gathers my brown hair to one side to give him access to my back. He undoes the long zip at the back of my dress, letting the whole white dress fall down onto our laps. I'm not wearing a bra due to the type of dress I'm wearing, which seemingly takes him by surprise.

I slowly pull the dress over my body, looking down to see him staring at me in admiration. "What?" I laugh. "I don't think you're ever gonna understand how gorgeous you actually are Paris." He says lowly, his eyes assessing every inch of my body. 

He's seen me naked before but something about right now makes him think deeply. Maybe he's as in love with me as I am with him. I almost let the words slip out my mouth but hold back.

His lips leans forward and slowly start kissing my breasts. His hands on my bare back. 

I start to unbutton the buttons to his shirt and he slips it off. His sleek abs shining in the sunlight provided by the glass door to his balcony right beside us. 

Fuck knows how that shirt conceals his muscles so well, all I know is I'm glad the shirts don't show them off or else every girl in the world would want them, not that they don't already. But they're mine and only mine.

I love you. I consider saying. Just blurting it out. But I don't. I love you Grayson Hawthorne.

"You okay?" He asks me carefully, I nod and blink away the thoughts from piling into my mind. 

"You sure? We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." He offers sincerely. Most guys would pretend to care and say this begrudgingly, angry they won't get the sex they desperately want, but Grayson's different, he genuinely cares about me more than sex. I love you.

"I really really want to Gray." I smile assuringly, and he keeps going. 

He lifts me up and walks us towards his bed, placing me down gently and kneeling above me. 

He kisses my whole body up and down. 

Grayson rolls my underwear off and drops it to the ground. He goes back to hover above me in a press-up, kissing my neck. He begins holding himself up with only one arm. 

I feel two of his fingers slide slowly inside me. I gasp at the sudden feeling. 

"Is this okay?" He asks me, his voice low. I nod our eyes not leaving each others. I love you. I bite my lip and roll my eyes back at the feeling of his rings touching my insides. 

One of my hands on his shoulder squeezes down when he starts moving his fingers, my stomach tightening with pleasure.

"How's this feel?" Grayson asks, I feel him slide another finger inside. "Fuck." I moan in response, the only answer I'm able to give. I love you.

His head lowers down and he starts eating me out, my hands in his hair. 

I look down at him when he share eye contact, his tongue hits my clit and I let out a moan. 

"Fuck Gray!" I cry out. I love you.

I feel every wall of my body ready to crash down and explode. "Come for me P." He murmurs against my skin. 

All it takes is his nickname for me to make me flood out all over his face. He comes back to my level and presses some kisses on my lips. 

We both put our underwear back on and he comes back towards me on the bed, hovering over me and kissing.

"God.. I'm so.. glad.. I have you." He says between kisses, barely getting a word out at a time before reconnecting our lips.

Something seems to take over my entire body in that moment.

I separate our lips with a smile, he smiles down at me with a small chuckle at my happiness.

"I love you." I tell him.

(a/n. This is the one almost everyone's been anticipating for a while, hate to break it to a lot of you but remember the one I said a few people would hate me for? That's next, which means this time next week some of you will be celebrating and others will be punching the wall. I won't be updating this before Christmas so if you're reading this then Merry Christmas. As always, thanks so much for reading <3)