Trouvaille (Dreamnotfound Soulmate AU)

chapter ten - surprises

George and Clay walked in comfortable silence. George tried to ignore every time Clay's hand brushed his own, but it was getting hard. Clay was getting nervous. He thought that was an obvious signal.

Eventually, clay was confident enough, to grab George's hand, entwining their fingers together. Both the boys blushed, looking away from each other.
They finally reached Clay's house, a small flat. Clay pulled the brit's hand up the stairs, unlocking the door. It was immaculate. Not a spec of dirt to be seen.

"It's so.. clean"
Clay wheezes, clutching at his stomach in pain. He finally stands up, grabbing George's hand again and pulling him down the hall.
"Well, you'd think so, I'm the only one living here right now."
"What about your mother?"
Clays shoulders slumped a bit.
"She's working."
George nodded, understanding it was a sore subject. Clay pushed open the door to his room, revealing a white-walled room, with old photos and posters, a bed, and a desk with his pc. It had a homey feel to it, nothing fancy. Clays tabby cat, patches, was on the desk chair, sleeping.
George immediately flopped onto the bed, admiring how unfairly comfortable it was. He would've gone to sleep right there, if not for a certain blonde.
Clay giggled, watching George snuggling into the covers. He turned to his dresser, pulling off his shirt, searching for a fresh one. There was a squeak, and clay turned to see a redfaced George dive under the covers. He smirked,
sitting next to the lump in the bed.
"Oh, George~"
He pulled the covers away from the brit, who yelped and covered his burning face.
"Clay stop!" George mumbles while extending the 'p' in 'stop'. Clay just chuckled, pulling his hands away, shoving a shirt into them.
"Here. You can sleep in this."
George nodded, running out of the room. Clay missed his warmth but scrolled through his Twitter feed to pass the time.
George finally came in, playing with the hem of the shirt. Pulling the sleeves down till they fell over his hands.
"It's a bit big.."
Clay looked up at George and blushed. Sweater paws. He was adorable.
He patted the bed, and George came and lay down, snuggling against Clay. Clay wrapped his arm around the small boy, rubbing soothing patterns onto his back. Soon the boy's breathing evened out, and he snored softly. Clay smiled, kissing his forehead and falling asleep.

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George woke up to a tickle on his neck. He stretched, trying to push away his blanket when he realized it wasn't a blanket. George slowly opened his eyes, observing his surroundings. He was in a white room, with old photographs. Something tightened around his waist, and he turned his head slowly, seeing a blonde boy laying next to him. Shirtless.
He squealed, freaking out and releasing from the grip and proceeding to fall off the bed. There was a yell, and a sleepy face peered over the side of the bed.
"George-?"
Suddenly, Clay's hand slipped, and he fell off the bed and onto George. They struggled to move, the blanket trapping them in place. They both looked at each other, realizing just how close their faces were. They laughed, amused at their position.
Clay smirked, kissing the brunette softly.
"Morning cutie~"
George blushed, pushing clay up. They sat up clay Stradling George's waist.
"M-Morning..."
George yawned wide, snuggling his head into the blonde's neck. George was nearly asleep again when he felt his boyfriend trying to stand. He groaned, wrapping his arm around the blonde's waist to keep him still. The taller boy chuckled, kissing the brits forehead.
"I need to shower"
He only got mumbles in response, followed by the smaller boy snuggling closer to the blonde. Clay sighed, wrapping his arms around George.
"C'mon I'll be ten minutes"
George groaned, lifting his head to glare at him.
"Five"
"Ten, I need to wash my hair"
"But I need my personal heater."
Clay laughed, kissing the brits nose.
"You could join me~"
George's face went beet red, and he pushed the blonde off his lap. Clay giggled, stretching out his limbs.
"Sleep well?"
The brunette stood, falling back onto the bed.
"Yeah.. we didn't do anything last night, right?"
Clay looked at the boy confused.
"What do you mean?"
George blushed, playing with the hem of the pillowcase. He looked away nervously.
"Well... I mean- your not wearing a shirt- a-and I mean- well we probably didn't but-"
Clay could see George panicking, and he quickly pressed a finger to his mouth.
"Hey calm down, breathe in and out slowly okay?"
George nodded, doing just that. He finally calmed down, sighing and pushing clay towards the bathroom.
"Go have a shower"
Clay was so confused.
"But what did you-"
George flinched.
"It doesn't matter"
Clay nodded, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door softly behind him. What was that all about?

Clay jumped into the shower; washing his hair. He quickly turned the water off, drying himself before getting into sweats and a t-shirt.
He walked out, seeing George hugging himself on the bed. He looked completely depressed. There was no doubting that. They still hadn't talked about George's arms... it probably wasn't the right time.
Clay sighed, walking back into the bathroom, and running a bath. A few minutes later, Clay came back out, walking over to George.
"Hey? I ran a bath for you."
George lifted up his head, smiling a little, his eyes still lidded with sleep.
"Thanks, love"
Clay blushed, watching as the tired boy stretched and walked into the bathroom. He had a deep raspy accent when he was tired. Clay waited 15 minutes for George to bathe by himself, before grabbing a towel and walking into the bathroom.
"You still alive?"
There was a grunt in response. Clay chuckled, walking in and sitting next to the bathtub.
(bubble bath pervs) The boys talked for a little, clay ending up offering to wash George's hair, who happily agreed.
It didn't go as planned.

George's shoulders were emerged out of the bubbles, clay gasped, eyes widening at the number of bruises and cuts. He covered his mouth in shock, as the bruises and cuts doubled once George's back was in view.
"G-George.."
George looked at clay confused until the blonde lightly traced the cut on his shoulder. George flinched, moving away.
"George what happened.."
"It doesn't matter"
Clay sighed, running a hand through his hair.
"Actually it does"
George glared at the water.
"Just drop it Dream"
"I will not-"
"Clay."
Clay froze, looking up at George. The brit was looking away.
"Can you just wash my hair? please.."
Clay nodded, sitting on his knees and gently washing the boy's fluffy hair. He rinsed out the shampoo and conditioner, smiling at how soft and silky George's hair was.
He finished, sitting back down beside the bath.
George sighed, lifting his hand out of the bath, only so his palm was showing.
"Ew, it's going wrinkly"
Clay wheezed. George rolled his eyes, before putting his hands on the sides of the bath and standing up. He was careful to cover his arms in bubbles, he didn't want to acknowledge what lay underneath.
Clay's heart stopped his face flushing. He felt something drip from his nose and wiped to see blood. Holy hell this boy was dangerous.
"George?!"
George chuckled, grabbing a towel and walking out, leaving clay to wipe his bloody nose and gather his heart. The things that the boy did.

Ten minutes later, Clay's nose had stopped bleeding, but not for long. The moment clay opened the bathroom door, he was met with George dressed in Clay's signature green hoodie. Clay thought George was fucking adorable. Clay walked backwards, slamming the door shut and screaming into his hands.
" SOFUCKINGADORABLEAHHAHAHAHH"
George laughed hysterically in the other room, amused by the boy's reaction.

words: 1325
a/n: heyyyy :)