Resort / Dnf fanfic

Chapter five

After they got to the couch and had a long fight for what movie should they choose, they all settled for some Cinderella real life version. It was Clays favorite movie for one reason, he never told anyone. [Not yet]

While the boys enjoyed the movie, George couldn't keep his eyes away from Clay. The vanilla boy was the sweetest George had ever met. He took his time to memorize every feature on the boys bit toned skin, his green emerald eyes, dirty blond hair that was leaning in front of his eyes and the wild smile that came from his mouth when he was looking at George. Wait, he was looking?

George immediately turned away from the boy to the movie and tried to hide his blush. So they were staring at each other for like, I don't know for how long?

George made a mental note to be more careful. After the movie had ended George had fallen asleep and Darryl and Zak were going to their cabin.

Before they left Darryl said the last words to Clay. 

"Dream, please, don't break Georges heart..." And with that they left.

Dream stood near the TV and admired the younger male sleeping on the couch peacefully. God, why does he have to be so hot and cute at the same time? Fuck.... Then he grabbed the boy in a bridal style and carried him to his bed. He tackled the boy in some warm, white blankets and went to his own room. Something didn't feel right though. He missed his warm hands around his arms, the sweet scent that came from the boy, those small, pink glossy lips that needed to be kissed and the way his dark brown eyes looked at him when they were watching the movie... 

Warning!!! A little smut scene! If you feel uncomfortable reading it skip to the next sign! I hope you can call jerking off smut, but if not - correct me!!!

Clay felt the bulge in his pants starting to feel uncomfortable. He felt a hot sweat dripping on his back as he went into his room and sat on bed.

"Why, you!" He putted his hands on his face and rubbed them. Why did he had to fell in love with a boy who he still had to live month with and probably he doesn't even have his feeling back for him.

Clay slowly took his hand and slid it in his boxers to touch him self. Slowly stroking his painfully hard member with other hand he pulled his sweatpants down. He started plumping it up and down faster and faster with every second as with his other hand he kept his mouth shut. Even with it on he still couldn't stop moaning. 

"G-g-george, un-nh" Clay felt the knot in his stomach getting bigger and bigger with every minute. He was a moaning mess. As he felt he was about to release, he turned and grabbed the closest thing he could grab to not make any mess. He quickly slid a sock on his member a second before he came. He tried to breath again normally as he threw the sock somewhere away in the room. He put his boxers back on and turned the lamp off.

"What the fuck is wrong with me." Clay sighed and drifted to sleep.

!!!Warning over!!!

Next morning George woke up to a warm smell all around the place. He already was out of his bed and in the kitchen. He saw the vanilla boy standing in front of the stove and baking some bacon. 

"Good morning, sleepy head!"  George smiled at the boy and sat down at the couch putting on some tv channel. 

"So, do you eat bacon?" Clay asked and sat down next to George.