Best Friend ~Dreamnotfound

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When George woke up, he was met with a headache.

Great, a hangover. What else did I expect? He thought to himself.

He tried to get out of bed, only to be weighed down by a pair of strong arms.

What?

He looks over to his right, and sees a sleeping Clay. He has his shirt off, and has dark spots littering his neck.

Oh yeah, right. Last night was interesting.

Although he was drunk, George was able to remember the events of last night. He got flustered at the thought.

What will Clay think? Will he hate me? No, he wanted it. Wait, he was drunk. But so was I. But I'm the one who sucked his dick. But he gave consent. BUT HE WAS DRUNK. Oh God.

George's heart started beating extremely fast. He started panicking.

You know what, everything will be fine. We were drunk. The least I can do is say I didn't feel anything towards it. Although I definitely did. I know I have feelings for him, and being able to hear him moan my name last night- Not now, George.

George quickly squeezes his slim body out from under Clay's arm, and heads downstairs. He decides to use the downstairs bathroom instead of his to lower the chances of waking Clay.

He goes over to his refrigerator and gets some water. He goes over to a cabinet and gets some Tylenol, downing the pills.

He sees the maid making breakfast for both of the boys. He has one maid and one butler, them having their work hours at different times.

As George is standing in the kitchen, he sees Clay coming down the staircase. His eyes widen, seeing the other teen shirtless, hickeys exposed for everyone to see.

Oh well. He's hot as fuck anyway.

George quickly grabs some water and Tylenol for Clay, handing it to him. Clay accepts gratefully.

"Good morning." Clay mumbles in his low morning voice.

"Morning." George says back.

Out of no where, Clay slumps over and hugs George. George tenses, but hugs back.

"Warm." Clay mumbles.

"It would help if you put a shirt on." George shoots a sly remark.

"But if I put on a shirt, you won't be reminded of how much fun we had last night." Clay mumbles once again, tightening his grip on George's waist.

George tenses again, a deep blush coating his face. At least he isn't mad. George quickly un-tenses, hugging Clay back just as tight.

"Alright boys, breakfast is ready." the maid addresses.

The boys pull away from their hug, going to eat breakfast.

"I think I'm gonna stream today when I go home." Clay speaks up.

"Good thing you don't have a face cam, otherwise your fans will be able to see your hickeys. Sorry I gave you so many." George chuckles.

"Don't be sorry. You'll be the next one to have them." Clay smirks.

George blushes and turns away. Both boys decide to hop onto the SMP after breakfast to pass time.

After a few hours of playing and joining in on some people's streams, the boys figured they should get off.

"Alright, I'm gonna head home." Clay told George as he stood with open arms.

George walked up to Clay and hugged him, going on his tip toes to be able to reach around the taller's neck.