Hayloft || dreamnotfound

Sparks

TW: sensual topics, foul language, sexual innuendos

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It's you that I hold on to
Yeah, that's what I do
And I know I was wrong
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Dream felt conflicted

On one hand yeah he yearned for the physical affections of the brunette but it went against everything he knew. Everything he'd ever been told growing up. What would his father think of him now?

"C-Clay?"

Shit forgot about that

His senses returned to him and he furrowed his brows as he stared down at the blue eyes below him.  Those eyes could be so cold one second and so warm and inviting the next. The brunette in general was intoxicating.

"Don't.. don't say anything." He mumbled as he pressed his forehead against the older boy's. He could feel George's hot breath on his neck. Clay didn't move as he felt one of George's hands trail up his chest to rest over his heart.

"I love you pinning me to the wall like this as much as the next person but I need you to say something Clay." The brunette's voice hitched as he felt one of the blonde's hands drop to hold his waist the other cupping the side of his face.

The older boy glanced at the other's lips briefly before looking back up to make eye contact with the taller boy. Who quickly averted his gaze in embarrassment. George sighed moving the blonde's hand off of his face to his waist. He reached his hands up to take the younger boy's face in his palms to make the boy stare back at him. Pulling him in closer 

"Is this okay?" He asked, the blonde gulped nodding slowly. George smiled. "Clay?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to tell me what you want now?"

"George, I'm..I'm no-"

"I know," he interrupted calmly "you don't have to be anything you don't want to be. Just be you, I'll be me. I know it's hard to understand just be you Clay. I want what's best for you even if that doesn't involve me. Remember what I told you?" The blonde nodded

"If you want something just take-" the brunette's words were cut off as he felt a pair of rough lips press onto his gently. George melted into the touch closing his eyes and smiling. He movies his hands to gently rest at the back of the taller boy's neck to hold him there as if he were scared that the younger boy would run again. They remained like that for a few more seconds enjoying the searing white bliss they felt within themselves before pulling away for air.

"I'm sorry I- don't know what- I just-" Dream started to ramble as George giggled pulling the boy back in for a quick peck. The blonde made an indescribable noise as George laughed lightly at the embarrassed expression on his face.

"You're adorable." He smiled brushing his thumb over the boy's reddened cheek.

"George?" The brunette hummed in response. "I think, I think I'm ready to tell you now"

George smiled, "go on."

"you" the blonde said just above a whisper. The brunette smiled.