Hayloft || dreamnotfound

MMLMSTIMLY

A/N: chapters with titles like this are abbreviations of you want to know what they mean either ask or keep reading cause you might figure it out lol. I'm not sure what trigger warnings to put on these so let me know if I make the mistake of including something triggering and don't warn for it please the last thing I want is to make a mistake like that.
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TW: mentions of Disordered eating habits Body dysmorpphia, slurs, homophobia
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if only i could make you believe
you deserve everything
every spoon and bite, anything,
you want to eat
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Clay's breath hitched as George abruptly sat up. His face flushed as the boy before him flung his arms out with grabby hands beckoning the other boy closer. Hesitantly he obliged sitting up slightly to wriggle into the other boy's warm embrace. George smiled into his hair. His hands gently tracing clay's back gliding over the fabric separating the two.

The shorter's brows furrowed as his fingers ran along the other's spine. Thoughts seem as intrusive to some ran through his head as he glared at the wall.
Utter confusion coursed through his thoughts. His harsh gaze softened as he turned his head to look at the younger.

Clay's soft breathing blew puffs of hot air into the surface of the older's shirt. He smiled brushing his thumb over the freckles on his softly tanned skin. George gently pulled the sleeping boy closer admiring how peaceful he looked in his sleep.

If only I could give you that look that's perfectly un-sad
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Clay sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes as George entered the room. He Set the tray on his desk before walking over to sit next to the younger boy. He gently placed his hand on the boy's knee gently rubbing circles with his thumb.

"Good morning sleeping beauty" he smiled as clay turned to look at him with a confused look. "You just slept for three hours" The younger scoffed putting his face in his hands as The other smiled reaching for the tray.

"What's-" realization hit him like a ton of bricks as he stared at the tray. he frowned tensing up and instinctively cracking his knuckles. "George-"

"I know, listen this is just some chicken broth and there's some saltines here too." He said smiling softly. "All I'm asking is that you either drink some of the broth or eat some crackers. You need to eat something."

His stomach churned with dread as he clenched his jaw. the other boy looked at him with a concerned look on his face pursing his lips. he clenched his stomach watching as the other boy picked up the spoon and gently stirred the broth.

"Just one spoonful?" He said as he gently lifted a spoonful of broth out of the dish. Clay sighed.

"Fine" George smiled sincerely. And handed the tray to the other boy. Watching gleefully as he downed a spoon full of the broth.

"I'm so proud of you, you're amazing baby" George cooed cupping clay's jaw. The other boy's face flushed leaning into the touch.

"What happens if I drink more"

"Hmm if you drink some more and eat one saltine I'll give you forehead kisses" George said matter of factly. Clay huffed dipping the spoon back into the bowl for more. The shorter smiled leaning his head on the other boy's shoulder.

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Word count: 569

Dude I literally had no clue for this chapter pls wtf