ship; dreamnotfound
warnings; smut
this is copy and pasted from my ao3 account, 'cumschlatt'! it'll make more sense if you read it over there! other than that this is a part 2 to Beautiful Boy and my condolences if there's spells errors i didn't proof read it!
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Clay awoke to the California sun beating through his window. The light illuminated his room completely, and every particle of dust was completely visible through the bright rays. Clay groggily sat up and stretched, cringing at the way his joints cracked in the process. Lazily, his hand searched around his night stand for his phone. When he located it, he squinted as he read the time and recent text message he had received. It was a ripe 11AM and his mother had texted him.
'The family headed out for brunch. Feel free to come with or stay home. Love you.'
Clay smiled to himself as he swung his legs over the side of the mattress, abandoning the ocean of blankets and sheets as he dialed George's number and sleepily stumbled to the bathroom. As per usual, George let the phone ring once or twice to annoy Clay before eventually answering.
"Hi," George greeted from the opposite side of the line, peeking out his bedroom window and glancing across the street at Clay's Grandmother's house. "I see you've finally decided to wake up."
"Oh shut up," Clay said as he lowly chuckled, leaning against the sink counter. "everyone is gone. I'm home alone.." Clay trailed off in hopes George would finish the sentence for him.
"Really?" George asked as he closed the blinds, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he thought of the things him and Clay could engage in alone.
"Really.." Clay paused. "do you want to come over? The door is open." Clay asked shyly as he felt his own cheeks flush pink.
"Sure, I'd love to." George said through a smile. Clay listened as George hurried from his room to his front door over the phone, refusing to hang up until George reached the front door of his Grandmother's house. When George tugged the white door open, Clay finally hung up.
"In the bathroom!" Clay called, laughing to himself as he heard the pitter-patter of George's footsteps grow closer.
"Hi," George greeted as he slipped into the bathroom, smiling up at the blond who remained nonchalantly leaning against the counter. "you look cute."
Clay laughed once more as he glanced in the mirror over his shoulder at his appearance. His hair was rather disheveled, like George's fingers had been running through it. He had nothing on besides the pair of plaid boxers that hung loosely on his hips and white t-shirt that fit his torso perfectly.
"Oh shut up." Clay said as he dipped his head down, pressing a meaningful kiss to George's cheek. Before he could pull away though, he caught a whiff of the sickly sweet scent that soaked into George's porcelain skin. "What scent is this?" Clay asked as two big hands latched onto the brunet's waist, tugging him close in an attempt to smell its intoxicating scent once more.
"It's Toasted Sugar." George mumbled as he swallowed nervously. Clay craned his neck down as his lips brushed gently against the older boy's neck as he breathed in the scent once more. His hands that rested on George's waist slipped under his shirt and danced across his sides, causing the boy to laugh at the ticklish feeling.
"It smells delicious." Clay said as he pulled away, humming contently as George raised to his tip toes and draped his arms over the blond's shoulders.
