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Chapter 4

It takes thirty minutes of convincing, but Clay finally gets George to wear the skirt back to the party. He holds the short man around the waist, the blonde leads him to Niki and Wilbur. The tall man gives Clay a surprised look before a thumbs up. Clay decides he needs to talk to Sapnap before anyone when they return. The hickey on Dream's neck is more obvious next to the campfire than it was in the boys' dorm.

He uses his hand to cover it up while he walks up to Sapnap.

"Hey bro can you come here really quick?" he beckons to the brunette. The shorter follow him down to the bottom of the rock, "I need to tell you something, because something happened, and I can't avoid it anymore, and I just don't want this thing to change anything."

"Okay... well if that isn't the vaguest sentence possible."

"I'm gay."

"That's...yeah...cool," Sapnap looks at the man for a few seconds as if he wants to say something before he breaks out into a smile when Clay removes the hand on his neck. The shorter man lets out into a loud whoop and tackles the blonde, "My boy, I'm so proud of you, finally not alone, good shit, good shit, so George huh?"

"Yeah, he's actually here, he changed..." Clay winks to his friend who looks confused, "Come on, I'll show you what I mean." The two men get halfway before they hear loud screams from the party. They share a glance before breaking out into sprints. Wilbur is standing over one of the junior boys, who's got blood splattered across his nose. Niki and George are holding onto each other. When the tallest of the men notices the boys he gives them an apologetic smile before gesturing to George. Clay rushes to the brunette who looks shaken up.

"This is all my fault, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left," Clay apologizes profusely before George leans up to whisper in the blonde's ear.

"It's okay, can we just go back to your room?" George has tears in his eyes.

The older boy grabs a hold of his wrist and on the way out he hears a few mumbles of "look at his neck." He feels his face heat up, he's getting angrier by the second.

Once again, the two boys walk in silence to the dorms, this time they walk up the fire escape, down the hall, and into George's room. Clay locks the door behind them and grabs George's wrist, pulling him into a hug. He can feel the brunette's soft hair on the bottom of his chin. Eventually Clay lets go, pulling the boy onto the bed where they lay together for a long time.

Clay's hands start to wander up George's skirt after a half hour of wholesome touches. The blonde hears the boy's breath hitch. He presses a light kiss to the top of the shorter's head, after which he continues to drag his hand farther up the boy's soft skin.

Clay grabs the boy's face and kisses him as long as he can that time. They stay like that for a while, light touches turning heavy. Clay feels the boy melt into him, the weed turning his eyelids droopy.

George wakes first, neck littered in dark red marks, he momentarily forgets why his blanket is so heavy. As he comes to his senses, he figures out what's woken him up, a loud repetitive knock at the door.

He's broken from his sleep, the familiar voice of Dream's best friend clanging through his ears.

"George? Have you seen Clay?"

Peering out the window, the shorter boy sees that only an hour must have passed since the two fell asleep and proceeds to let out a weak, "yeah, I saw him heading out earlier but he must've gone somewhere else."

After hearing a thank you from the boys he shakes the blonde until a low, "What the fuck," is uttered from the tall man's lips.

"It's only like one AM, we've only been out for an hour but your friends are looking for you, said they need you at the party, I told them I saw you leave earlier but wasn't sure where you went, now up."