Am I Yours? Dream x George Fanfic

Chapter 6: Clay

Clay leaned up against a pillar and waited until the airport announced the flight coming in. 

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  Here was the moment I have been waiting for. I have been waiting and planning this for so long what if I fuck it up. What if he thinks I look feminine and asks if I am trans? No, he won't do that. I am looking pretty masculine today. Yeah, it will be fine. 

Then Clay saw him walking down luggage and he looked a little confused. He waited for George to get his luggage before going up to George. George looked so cute in his merch and he looked so confused. Clay walked up behind him and leaned over, he was so short George only went up to his shoulder. 

"What Sapnap nickname is the best?" Clay asked. 

What if he doesn't remember? Did I sound too feminine? Fuck. Shit.

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All of a sudden George turned around and pulled Clay into a huge hug. Clay was blushing and he hugged George back. 

"Hey Georgie," Clay whispered hugging George tighter. 

"Clay?" George asked not even looking up. 

"Yeah, it's me. I am so happy you're here," Clay said. George pulled away from the hug and looked up at him. Dream watched as a slight blush crossed George's face. 

How can Georgie be even cuter in real life? So far so good he doesn't know I am trans and I don't think he suspects anything. 

"You're so pretty..." George muttered under his breath. George turned bright red realizing he said that out loud. "Why are you blushing Georgie," Clay asked. "U-ummm there's no um yes reason," George stuttered out. 

  Fuck he was so cute when he was nervous. 

"Awwwwww nervous Gogy," Clay said ruffling the smaller boy's hair, " Let's go." Clay took the boy's hand and led him to the Jeep.

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When they reached the Jeep Clay let go of George's hand, embarrassed, and unlocked the car. "I will get your bags, you can just hop in the passenger's seat," Clay said. 

 Clay watched as George climbed into the driver's seat laughing Clay called out, "George, this isn't the UK." 

 George laughed and shuffled to the right side. Clay couldn't control his laughing and started wheezing. "Stop," George said playfully shoving him, "It's my first time in America." 

 Clay just couldn't stop wheezing. George's face, when he realized the passenger was on the right side, was so hilarious.

 "Stopppppp," George whined, laughing a little bit. Clay finished loading George's bag into the Jeep and hopped into the driver's seat. 

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"Clay," George asked. "Yes George," Clay responded. "Can I just call you Dream while I am here," George asked nervously. Clay felt relieved he thought George had figured out his secret. 

"Of course George you can call me whatever you want," Clay said, turning on the ignition. "Ok Dreamie I just wanted to make sure," George said happily. "What." Clay said, "Did you just call me?" "Dreamie," George laughed, "Technically you said I could call you whatever I wanted so Dreamie it is." 

I hate it but at the same time I kind of love it.

"Ok I am leaving the airport now," Clay said. Clay drove out of the airport and got on Road 112. The car ride was mostly silent but Clay would look out the corner of his eye and catch George staring at him. It must be weird to see what I look like for the first time. At least I don't look super femme today. 

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The traffic was atrocious but George didn't seem to mind he was content looking out the car or just looking at Clay. Eventually, the traffic cleared and Clay was able to drive easily to his house.

 Clay turned to face George "Hey Georg... " Clay started. George had curled up against the window and was now asleep.

  Oh George, you really need to sleep more. What am I supposed to do? I don't want to wake him up. 

Clay shifted George away from the window slightly. George stirred slightly and positioned himself more onto the seat. Clay carefully opened his door and walked around to George's side of the car. 

Why did he have to be so damn cute when he was sleeping. I really hope he doesn't wake up, he looks so peaceful and he needs sleep. 

Clay thought he might be able to pick George up and carry him into the house. Clay had been working out to help his body look more masculine and he was probably strong enough to lift George. 

Ok, all I have to do is put my arm under his legs and one arm by his back. 

Clay began to lift George up and carry him toward the house. George moved a little and snuggled into Clay's chest. Clay felt himself blush hard but he kept walking just hoping George didn't wake up. 

I am so glad I have my binder on that would have been awkward.

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Opening the door was a struggle but he eventually got it. 

Of course, the one-room I didn't clean was the guest room. 

Clay opened the door to his bedroom and laid George down gently on the bed. Tucking George in, Clay watched Patches curl up on the pillow next to George. 

"Patches, watch Georgie ok?" Clay asked the cat softly.

 As Clay walked out to his Jeep to grab George's bag all he could think about were the two things he loved most sleeping in his bed, his insanely cute best friend and his cat.