Hayloft || dreamnotfound

If you want to

CW: Sensual
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Use some pesticides and throw it in my brain
If you want to, only if you want to
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Clay was scared. He couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with the boy sitting in front of him.

"Baby"

Fuck

He moved his eyes to meet George's sweet gaze. The older boy grabbed clay's other hand and held both of them to his chest.

"You can touch me too. It's okay"

"But your d-"

"Forget about him. I'm eighteen what's he going to do?" George scoffed as he wrapped clay's arms around his shoulders. "You can hold me if you want to. I don't mind." George snaked his arms around clay's midsection pulling himself into the younger boy's chest.
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George lay his head resting on clay's chest, the taller boy running his fingers gently through the smaller's soft brunette locks.

George's warm breath hit his chest as he exhaled the older boy gently tracing patterns on the other boy's chest. The smaller boy stopped and hurried his face in clay's chest laying mostly on top of the other boy. The taller shuffled under the sudden shift in weight.

He moved his gaze down only to be met with George's gaze turning upwards towards him. The younger boy's breath hitched as George's sweet blue eyes stared up at him in awe.

"H-he-"

"You smell good."

"I- what... WHAT?!" Clay repeated dumbfounded. George cackled at the younger boy's clearly embarrassed antics.

"Oh calm down," George said as he sat up next to dream. The younger boy scowled and looked away his face flushed. The older boy bit his lip as the other turned to gently push him.

"You can't just say stuff like that" George quirked an eyebrow at that scooting closer.

"Why?" Clay bit his lip and turned away.

"Nothing it's dumb." He covered his face with his hand turning away once again.

The older boy all but climbed on top of him at this point, he grabbed onto clay's arm and turned his face to meet his.

"No tell me." The younger let out a shaky breath. Reaching up to pull the smaller closer to him. Leaning in to whisper into his ear.

"You make me feel things I've never felt before."

"Like what" George breathed pressing a his hand against clay's chest.

"George please. You're making it impossible to hold back." He said his hands returning to rest on the bed beneath him.

"Then don't," George breathed out as he grabbed his hands and placed them on his hips.

"George-"

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Word count: 423
Shorter chapter but uhh there's a continuation of this in the next chapter so just let me- uhhh-