The King

Us.

It was the afternoon before you woke up. You turned over, half expecting George to be gone already. To your surprise, he was laying right there with you. Running fingers through his hair you looked at his smooth skin. His eyes fluttered open, his dark brown eyes looking into yours.

"Goodmorning," He smiled, taking your hand in his, kissing it.

"Well afternoon now," You smiled sheepishly.

"Oh god, I promised Clay I would film a video with him today," George rose.

"Stay in bed a little longer, he can wait no?" You begged.

"Your offer is very temptatious," He leaned down giving you little kisses on your forehead.

He sat up, cradling your upper body in his arms.

"What do we tell your parents George," You questioned.

He sighed, thinking it over, "Nothing right now, if possible,"

You smirked, "Well for my first trip to England, I'd say it went pretty well,"

"Maybe you can make my America trip even more memorable," George slid his hand down your waist.

"Well when you come to see your friends yes," You smiled.

"Not necessarily, lets say your art does win, wouldn't I want to see myself hung in a museum?" George looked down at you.

Pulling his face to yours "I see, well that's incentive to work hard," You kissed him.

George's phone buzzed on the nightstand, alerting both of you. "Hm, it's Clay, I better go and record," George declined the call as he released you.

"I should probably look through the photos anyways," You shrugged.

"You can chill in here if you want but it might be a little loud for a bit," George started to pull out his green screen.

You reclined onto his bed, "I'll be fine, I won't bother you,"

"Show me when I'm done," He smiled before ducking behind the green sheet.

Plugging in the SD card you got ready for some very interesting photos. The ones that were taken yesterday were anything short of special. As you looked through them you got those damn butterflies again swarming up in your chest and lower. To his credit, having you in the pictures was just the thing you needed to bring everything together. The way his face looked pressed against your naked chest was anything short of angelic. You started to edit the lighting and lay them out on an online canvas. As you continued to go through the photos you neared the end of the planned shoot poses. Weirdly enough there were about thirty more photos to look at. A quick realization hit you as you remembered how the clicker had been dropped on the sofa, and no one cared to pick it up.

No, it can't be.

Heat shot to your cheeks as you started to click through the continuous stream of photos. Each of them getting more racy with the click. As if the timing wasn't convenient enough, George wrapped up streaming.

"How is everything-" He stopped, "Why do you look so red?"

You sat there frozen, he ended up getting curious. Walking over he climbed on the bed to see what you were gawking at. You had clicked to the next picture and it was you and George both on your knees but he was very obviously inside you. Your face was covering his, and his hands were placed on your stomach and loosely around your neck. Your gaze slowly shifted to George as he looked at this photo with you.