All In Love Is Fair (dreamnotfound)

9: The Only Exception

The Only Exception by Paramore

George is ripped from a restful sleep with a full bladder. He groans and slides his hands under the pillow to find his phone, the screen lighting up when he taps the screen. George squints at the brightness, two something am. He slides out from under the blanket and off the couch, making his way down the hall using his phone screen as a flashlight. George does his business and exits the bathroom. As he's about to walk back out to the living room he notices Dreams bedroom door is cracked open. George considers just going back to the couch but he can't help himself, he pushes the door open slowly until he can peek inside. Clay is sound asleep on his bed, back pushed far back against the wall. Just enough room for another person to fit next to him. George shuffles into the room and carefully sits on the edge of the mattress, moving slow and quiet to avoid waking Clay.

Clays hand lies open. George bites his lip before gently touching Clays hand. He doesn't even twitch so George continues, moves his hand so he can see Clays birthmark. George wonders if he'll ever not be delighted when he sees it. His grasp lightens as he debates leaving the room or not. Leaving is the safe option. But just because somethings safer doesn't mean it's better. George adjusts and lowers his body until he's lying down, flushed close to Clay. Twin sized mattresses are not designed for two people, it's okay though. They're both pretty slim anyway. Butterflies erupt in George's stomach when Clay's arm wraps around his torso. Soon the butterflies settle and fall asleep. George comfortable and warm.

In morning when Clays bedroom is flooded with light again he's surprised to see George lying next to him in his bed. Clay had planned on going back out to sleep on the floor again but he was so exhausted from the beach that as soon as his head hit the pillow he passed out. His cheeks heated when he looked at the sleeping man next to him, Georges hand was lightly grasping Clays shirt and his hair was messy. When Clay reaches out and cups Georges cheek he wakes up, eyes fluttering open as though he's a cartoon character. George smiles over at Clay, the memory of coming in the room last night. George whispers, "good morning." Making Clay smile and say it back.

"You know, I've always thought you were so pretty." Clay confesses after several minutes of wordlessly stroking George's cheek.

"Really?" Georges eyes light up, Clay feels Georges cheek heat up underneath his hand. "Yes. Ever since I first saw you actually." He continues, voice low, "Were you disappointed when you first saw me?" George furrows his eyebrows at Clays question, because of course he wasn't. How could he be? "No. I was only disappointed that you weren't happy I was there." George adverts his gaze down, "I think you're very handsome, much more than anyone I've ever seen before.." His words trail off, embarrassment setting in. Clay lets out a breathy laugh, "You're so cute." his hand trails down Georges cheek to his chin to tilt his head back up. Their eyes meet but soon wander to glance down at each others lips, Georges tongue appearing quickly to moisten his own lips.

With that Clay is unraveled, he pulls Georges chin towards himself. Their lips meeting each other halfway. George liquefies into the kiss, moving himself slowly. Clay holds George, sliding his hands from George's chin, to his cheek, down to to his neck. As much as they both wanted to keep things slow and innocent, years of pent up sexual tension keeps a kiss from being so pure. Clays tongue moves with Georges and when George lets out a needy whine they can't control themselves. Clay pulls away taking a deep breath before pulling George back in for more, pressing their bodies flush together, legs and feet intertwining. Hands desperate and grabby. Clay moves from his side to his back, pulling George on top of his body. Thighs resting on either side of Clays torso, breaths deep and mingling. Desire clear in their movements, love even clearer in the way that they need each other.

How they push and pull together, feeding off the feeling of each others bodies. Satisfying something that's been deep inside themselves for a long time. Neither of them ever knew kissing someone could feel like this. The way their anatomy configures into one, the way their souls sigh in relief. Neither George nor Clay want to ever stop, fuck everything else. It's okay if the ocean overflows and wipes everything else away, as long as Clay and George can stay right here. Georges hips moving against Clays. Clays hands down Georges back.