Seeing Stars - DreamNotFound

Chapter 6

After his shower, George entered his bedroom, quietly cursing as his thighs burned with every slight movement. He got all presentable and exited the room, hearing Clay start his own shower in the bathroom George had just left. The brunette kind of wished that they could've saved water and taken one together, better for the environment...

He passed the bathroom door and, for a split second, seriously considered turning the doorknob and joining his... friend? He quickly changed his mind, however, when he began to think about that particular word.

In the midst of last night's activities, Clay and George had of course admitted that they had feelings for each other, but they had not put a label on their relationship.

George had somehow managed to turn his previously strong feelings for Dream into a full-fledged, head-over-heels in love with Clay thing within only a day of being together in person. Despite the abnormal and, fittingly for Dream, fast situation, George had no doubt that his feelings were real. They'd been lurking for years, finally solidifying as soon as he met Clay physically.

George was sat on the brown couch in the living room, Patches sitting on his lap. The brit heard Clay's water turn off as he zoned out, petting Patches' fur.

Clay walked into the room, instantaneously startling the older. That was for two reasons: first, Patches leaped off of George's lap, disturbing his peaceful thinking process, and second, Clay was barely clothed.

George's eyes drifted downwards, widening very minimally as they reached Clay's very muscular torso. Of course, not only did his eyes react, George felt himself getting quite hard. Pathetic, absolutely fucking pathetic, his conscience screamed at him.

Clay, physically, was extremely pleasing to observe. Obviously, George knew that your brain makes you think someone's perfect when you are attracted to them, but still.

George felt a tinge of guilt for objectifying the other in his head and for already getting a boner. He swiftly removed his gaze from Clay's body before the blonde was able to notice.

"Hey!" Clay grinned, strolling towards George, in only a towel, and sat down beside him on the sofa.

"Hello, sir." Why'd he say that? George couldn't take himself seriously at this point.

Clay intertwined his fingers with George's and casually switched on the TV across from them. George took a few deep breaths to try to calm himself, and his dick, down.

"Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

"Yeah, sure, you have Netflix right?"

"Of course," they scrolled through options for around ten minutes without luck, "Let's just do this." Clay had selected a horror movie.

"Um, I guess."

"Do you like horror?"

"Not really, to be honest."

"Good, that's kinda what I was hoping." George burst out laughing.

"That's rude!"

"Well, I just want to be there to comfort you when you're all scared!"

"That's not happening. I'm fine," George scooted away from the other in playful defiance, "You need to go get dressed though." Clay lessened the distance between them.

"I was waiting for you to say something."

"No, you weren't."

"Hah, you're blushing."

"I'm not."

"George, do I still make you nervous?" Dream was smirking deviously.

"When you're being annoying, yes."

"Is it hot though?" Yes.

"You're an idiot."

"Wow, so I'm not hot. I see how it is." So hot.

"Shut up."

"Make me." Jeans, too tight. Cheeks, too red. Clay's towel, too loose. Their proximity, too close. Fuck.

George had been partially covering his face with his hands. Clay lifted his chin up so that their lips were millimeters apart.

"Clay, what are we?" Great way to ruin the moment. George would have very easily submitted to the male beside him, but needed answers first.

Clay's smile softened a bit and he let go of the brit's face. "What do you want us to be?"

"Boyfriends." He was sick of beating around the bush, years of unsatisfactory answers, and meaningless comments. Clay was finally within his grasp, he was taking this opportunity.

The blonde's smile widened, "Then we are boyfriends, my love." He pulled George in for a quick peck. George pouted a bit. "What?"

"Clay... I'm hard. I-I want you." Clay laughed in surprise.

"What, why?"

"Because you look like that." The younger rolled his eyes.

"Alright, come with me."