Hayloft || dreamnotfound

Dog teeth

TW!: Violence, homophobia, slurs, Disordered eating, sensual themes??
(As always let me know if I need to add anything to the trigger warnings)
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You ruin everything you touch and
Destroy anyone you love
You're all over me
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George couldn't breathe

He sat up quickly grasping at his throat for air, accidentally hitting his head on the shelf behind his chair.

"Fuck-" he hissed placing a hand where he hit his head. At least he could breathe now. George yawned as he looked at the clock on his nightstand.

03:46

His gaze shifted to the younger boy fast asleep in his bed. A saddened smile etched its way onto his features. He stood up flicking the lamp off on his desk and crawled into bed.

Not wanting to overstep his boundaries he lay on top of the sheets as clay lay safely buried within the warm comforting grasp of the blankets on the shorter's bed. George sat up and reached to pull the blanket that lay folded at the foot of his bed up over himself.

He had just started to drift off to sleep when he felt the bed tremor. Turning his head to the source he found a shaking, mumbling clay.

"Clay? Wake up baby" George gently shook clay. The younger boy flinched turning to look at George as he woke.

"Sorry" he mumbled. The older shook his head.

"No it's fine, are you okay?" Clay yawned and nodded. "You don't seem like it." He rolled over to face George.

"It was just a nightmare no big deal." He said trying to brush it off.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" The older boy said propping himself up on his pillow with his arm. The younger thought for a moment as George rubbed gentle circles into his arm.

"Hold me?" He said trying to hide his face. The shorter boy smiled softly.

"If that's what you want." He climbed under the covers gently pulling the taller boy into his chest wrapping his arms around him, burying his face in the blonde's hair.

Slowly a shaky arms snaked around his waste pulling Clay closer into George's body. George smiled into his hair. Softly running his fingers through the knotted curls of the other boy's soft blonde locks.

"Thank you, George." The taller boy mumbled tiredly.

"Of course, Clay" He replied softly.

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"What do you want to eat?" George turned to look at Clay who stood fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater. The older boy watched the other's Adam's Apple bob as he gulped.

"I'm no-" Clay tried.

"Don't try, please something. It doesn't have to be anything big just something?" George sighed glancing at Clay with a soft stare.

"Fruit?" The older smiled gently at that.

"What kind?" The other boy thought for a moment.