ship; dreamnotfound
warnings; slight smut
this is a snipet from a story i'm working on! ;)
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It took every ounce in Clay's being to keep his eyes on the road, and although it was dangerous, he snuck glances over at George who rode in the passenger seat next to him. Eager to arrive home, Clay's foot pressed harder against the gas pedal as hot breath fanned his neck again. "Jesus George," Clay mumbled as he takes a sharp turn down his and the other boy's street, grimacing at the squeal of the tires.
"Tell me to stop then, Clay," George mumbled as Clay's right hand crept over the center console to grab his thigh. "tell me to stop." George murmured against his skin as he placed another kiss to the skin.
Clay shuttered at the mention of his name. It sounded so perfect rolling off of George's tongue, almost too perfect to be true. "No, keep going." he reassured as he sank into the leather seat, right hand gripping the wheel until his knuckles turned white. And George did just that. His lips made their way back to his neck, and his hand went as far to unbuckle Clay's seatbelt to access to under his shirt, fingers ghosting over his tanned torso. The car took a sharp turn before coming to a screeching halt, causing George to nip at the skin on Clay's neck. "Get out." Clay said quickly as he pulled away from George's touch and out of the car.
George did as told, quickly exiting the car. Clay met him on the passenger's side, their fingers quickly linking. "We have to be quiet, my parents are home." George said through a giggle as Clay let himself into the blue house, pulling George in as well. Despite the urge to slam George against the wall and ignore his wishes to keep his family asleep, he obliged and quietly shut the door.
It was nights like these that Clay wished George's parents would be accepting of who his son chose to love, he wished they didn't have to sneak around in the night to finally touch and taste each other as they desired, but secret affection was better than no affection.
Stealthily, George lead Clay to his bedroom, making sure to lock the door behind themselves.
Privacy to do what they pleased at last.
The California moon trickled through George's curtains and illuminated his frame, and before they could continue where they had left off in the car Clay took a few moments to truly admire the boy in front of him.
The baby-blue collared shirt he wore stooped low on his figure and exposed his prominent collarbones—which would soon be bruised, the moonlight illuminated every strand of brown-black hair and every imperfectly-perfect blemish on his skin, along with his sunburned cheeks.
"You're beautiful." Clay murmured as his hands made a home on George's hips, tugging him close. His head hung low by George's ear, and he grinned as he saw George's eyes grow wide when he glimpsed down at him. "So, so beautiful." he whispered as he leaned in even closer.
"I'm not." George mumbled in return as his hands balled Clay's shirt.
"Yes, yes you are." Clay mumbled as he finally pressed a kiss to George's neck, flourishing in the way George exhaled heavily at the contact. His lips were still cold from the ice cream the two had shared earlier, and it left the hairs on the back of George's neck standing up.
The mood from inside the car was drastically different than that of George's room, but neither of them minded. The two of them preferred this, in fact.
The brunet felt as Clay dragged them to his bed, sitting down on the edge before tugging him down as well. George parted his thighs as he sat down on his lap. The hands that once rested on George's hips now crept under his shirt and danced up his back, nails sinking into the delicate skin as his fingers danced up and down. Clay knew George liked that.
