MCYT ONESHOTS

hockey (dnf)$@

hi! this is my very first oneshot ever so i hope it doesn't suck! love u!
TW// use of the word "crevice" 🤠

if you don't know what the symbols mean, read the a/n at the beginning of the story :)
-davi
context: george and dream play hockey. hockey is a huge thing where i live and i think people who play it are very attractive. this was a different oneshot that i wrote in school, so i changed the names and a couple other things :)

it was a friday night, and george was nervous. he sees clay effortlessly skating across the ice with determination. clay was about to be subbed out of the scrimmage for another guy, so that means that they would be alone on the bench. the thought made george nervous, yet quite excited.

he sat on the bench, twiddling his thumbs. he had a concussion from getting slammed into another person going for the puck behind the goal. but his dad was the coach of the team, and he wanted to support his friends and watch clay skate. 

"hey" clay says, sitting on the bench, smiling. george flinched, being wrenched out of his thoughts of a certain blond.

clay knew that george liked him, and frankly, so did clay. clay liked to fluster george by purposefully teasing him, like whispering in his ear or combing through his hair.

clay put a hand on george's mid- thigh. "are you okay, georgie?" clay asked, looking worried. george's cheeks lit up scarlet at the nickname. "y-yeah um i'm going to go to the bathroom. sorry."

clay ripped off his gear as fast as he could, and headed to the hallway with all of the bathrooms. clay heard muffled sobs and sniffles coming from the family bathroom. "georgie, are you okay?" clay asked, his voice laced with worry

"i'm fine, clay. go awa-y," george said, his voice breaking at the last word.

"i'm coming in, okay?" clay said, the door creaking as he opened it.

his eyes were met with a small bathroom, a table placed in the corner, with his beautiful georgie on the table, sobbing.

"oh my, come here." clay said, sitting on the table and pulling george into his lap. george sobbed into clay's neck and chest, with the taller rubbing his back and whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

once george's breathing slowed, clay hooked a finger under george's chin, meeting his rich, chocolate eyes with his emerald green ones. "hey do you wanna tell me what that was about?* clay asked the smaller boy in front of him.

"how can you be so blind?" george asks, defeated. "what do you mean?" clay replies. "you know i like you clay. and not as a friend. i feel like you're constantly in my mind and it's suffocating, intoxicating even. i touch mysel- mph!~" george was cut off my clays lips meeting his own. he tasted of mint and vanilla.

clay snakes his hands around the smaller boy's small, feminine hips. george put his hands around the blond's neck, while moving himself so his legs were on either side of clay, straddling him. george pressed his tongue against clay's teeth, asking for entrance. clay denied, but he had an idea.

clay put one hand around george's neck, applying very light pressure.

the other hand found it's way into the brunet's hair, lightly tugging on the dark brown locks.

george moaned into the kiss, giving clay an opening to slip his tongue into the shorter's mouth, making sure to explore every last crevice. george moaned again, but this time he pulled away. "i'm so sorry this is so embarrassing-"

"don't be sorry, baby boy," clay whispered, his lips grazing george's ear just enough to drive him mad, and his clay's hot breath on his neck. "besides, fucking the shit out of your beautiful body would be no fun if you were silent."