lavender //dnf//

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TW: nsfw

They ran inside, finally back inside the warm, familiar house. All three of them were drenched, and had smiles planted on their glistening faces. This had been the best night of George's life, everything about it had been amazing. Clay wrapped his fingers around George's wrist and ran towards the couch, where they jumped onto the soft cushions and held each other close. Nick threw is bag onto the floor and slowly walked towards them, laughing. He watched as George buried his head into Clay's chest, who had his arms secured around the brunette's waist.

"Oh come the fuck on, this is another level of third wheeling!" Nick exclaimed, making Clay wheeze and George chuckle against Clay's hoodie. Nick ran to the two lovers, and jumped on top them, squashing George completely. Nick wrapped his arms around the other two, squeezing them until they could hardly breathe.

"Oh my God Sapnap get OFF! I can't fucking breathe!" George's face was now sandwiched between Clay's stomach and Nick's back.

Clay couldn't form any words, he was laughing too hard. Shortly after, Nick finally got up, and George was quick to jump to his feet.

George reached out his arms to grab Nick, but he quickly dodged and ran to the other end of the couch. George chased him around the kitchen and living room area for five minutes, while Clay watched and cried with laughter- almost breathless. Nick suddenly ran to his bedroom, and rushed into his bathroom where he locked the door. George couldn't reach him in time, and the large wooden door slammed in his face. He could hear Nick cackling with laughter and triumph inside.

"I'M HAVING A SHOWER, LOSER!" He shouted, and George had to bend over to prevent his stitch.

"NICK IT'S FUCKING TWO IN THE MORNING!" Nick didn't reply, but George heard the shower start, "idiot," he muttered to himself.

George made his way back into the living room, where Clay was now standing up, wiping the tears of laughter off of the apples of his cheeks. George ran over to him, beaming with joy and swung his arms around the taller male's neck loosely. Clay looked down on George, and planted a small kiss on his pink lips, before George let his arms drop from Clay's neck. He completely attacked the sides of Clay's body, tickling him until he nearly fell to the floor. Clay gently pushed George away, having to catch his breath back from laughing again. George was laughing too, uncontrollably, and was pointing his index finger at Clay.

"You're gonna regret that," he said calmly.

George was now the one being chased, but not for long. He jumped over the arm of the couch, and to the kitchen island. Clay stood on one side, inside the kitchen, and George stood on the other side. They stared into each other's eyes menacingly. It's like they were talking with their eyes. George was saying 'you can't catch me' and Clay was replying with 'oh I will...' Clay suddenly rushed around the island and grabbed the hood of George's hoodie (which was actually Clay's). Their bodies slammed together, and they both burst out laughing.

"You really thought you could get away," Clay mumbled, moving a piece of hair out of George's eyes, "you're going to have to make this up to me."

George flopped his head forward so he was looking at the floor, "shut up," he smiled. "Let's go to bed."

Clay agreed and the two walked down the hallway, holding hands tightly. They heard Nick's shower stop on their way.

"WE'RE GOING TO BED!" George shouted, hoping Nick would hear him.

"ALRIGHT DICKHEADS, DON'T DO ANYTHING NAUGHTY!" Nick shouted back, snorting with laughter afterwards.

George rolled his eyes and the two males shut the bedroom door behind them. George couldn't even say a thing before he felt large hands push him onto the bed behind him. He stared up at Clay, who was smirking and slowly walking towards George. He climbed on top of the brunette and placed a cold hand around his throat. Their eyes connected for a second, and George looked full of want and neediness.

Clay moved his head to the side of George's, and connected his lips with the soft skin of his neck, leaving little marks. The feeling of Clay's lips against George's skin made him feel complete, it was all he had wanted for too long. Clay eventually lifted his head back up so that their eyes met once again, before analysing the purple marks he had left on George's skin.

He leaned a little closer, so that their lips brushed against each others', "you're mine George, say it." Their breath was warm against each other.

George didn't hesitate, "I'm yours, Clay. I'm completely yours."

A smirk appeared on Clay's face as he felt like he was in charge and he tightened his grip on George's throat, before moving his other hand to the bottom of the brunette's hoodie and t-shirt. He pulled them off together, with one hand, and he took a moment to run his hands up George's body. He then reached for his own shirt, and pulled it off smoothly. He returned to his position close to George, and their bare skin met for the first time. Their bodies were warm against each other, but cold hands explored them. George rolled his head back a little in pleasure, before connecting their eye contact again.

"Kiss me, Clay."

Clay had locked their lips together in under a second, sliding his tongue into George's mouth. He didn't let a single part of George's mouth stay untouched, and George loved every second of it. The kiss was passionate and more aggressive than the one they shared on the mountain. Clay's hands were now both around George's throat- growing tighter and tighter and earning little sounds to escape George's mouth. Clay got off of George, but grasped his wrist and pulled him to his feet, off of the bed. He stared into the pretty brown eyes that shone below him like little chocolates.

He put both hands on George's shoulders and slammed him against the wall. George let out a small grunt and looked up at Clay, who cupped his face securely. Clay moved his hands to George's thighs and lifted the lighter male up the wall a little, so that his legs were wrapped around Clay's torso. They carried on making out for a long time, leaving marks over each others' bodies and listening to each others' quiet sounds of pure pleasure and ecstasy.

George suddenly pulled away from the kiss when he felt Clay's hands on his sweatpants, he stared into the dirty blond's eyes with shock.

"Should I-"

"Please." George interrupted, desperate for Clay.

Clay smirked and got onto his knees, all while containing the eye contact.

The night was full of love, aggression and passion. It was full of everything that Clay and George had both wanted from each other for so long.

It was around four in the morning, and the two sweaty, worn-out bodies were sitting up in bed. The covers were kicked onto the floor, and they wore each others' hoodies. George pulled the huge hood over his head so that only his mouth was showing and inhaled the fresh scent of lavender. Clay cupped George's face over the material and pecked him on the lips.

"I love you, George." He said, taking the hood off of George's head to expose his messy hair and red face.

"I love you, Clay."

hellooooo he's, she's, they's and everything in between i hope you liked this chapter!!
had to sneak a lil bit of nsfw in there hehehe.
next chapter is kinda where the main plot point comes in sooo i hope you're excited for it :)

remember to eat something, drink water and take care of yourself, ily.

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