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Chapter 12- unexpected

George's POV

We enjoyed the rest of the day at home, talking and everyone else snacking. Now, as per usual, we were all sat together on the couch looking at our phones. My head was on Clay's shoulder and his arm was around me, making my mouth curve into a smile and my belly to erupt in butterflies. Sapnap was on the armchair beside, with Karl lying across his lap. They kept randomly whispering and giggling to one another, eventually standing up and heading toward the stairs. 

"Enjoy the fuck." A calm voice said from behind me, and I burst out laughing. The other two just stood there, bright red, and then Nick just nodded slightly and lead his boyfriend up the stairs. 

I started to grow tired, my head drooping and my body slumping against Clay's chest. He tightened his grip around my waist, keeping me sat up a little bit. The action was casual, and he continued scrolling through his phone as my breathing calmed and I was half asleep. My eyes followed the glow of his screen, the random images not fully processing in my head. 

"You're unnecessarily comfy" I mumbled into his hoodie, and he giggled, raising his hand to stroke my hair. His heartbeat was audible when my ear was pressed to his chest, and felt like it was perfectly in time with mine. 

This feeling was so perfect, but my entire brain was prepared for everything to collapse on me. In my experience, nothing ever went well for a long period of time. It always felt like a fantasy then turned into tragedy. So being here, in this absolutely visionary place and situation, I kept ruining it for myself by worrying what could possibly go wrong. 

My half-sleep was interrupted by Clay tilting his screen, rather obviously, away from my view. Immediately my curiosity peaked (curious george HEHE) and I sat up slightly, trying to see what was on the phone. 

"Gogy- what are you doing?" 

"Being nosy." Well that was blunt.

"Yeah I can tell, weren't you falling asleep a second ago?" I was now sat straight up facing him, turning my entire body towards his to add affect. My hair was messy and I pushed my voice, trying to sound sad.

"I was but, you distracted me with your secrecy. That's on you. Lemme see your phone." Clay just rolled his eyes, and chuckled at me trying to reach across him for his phone. All he had to do was move his arm slightly and it'd be impossible. 

"Clayyy just show mee" I reached across him again, but he smiled down at me, his arm above both our heads.

"Make me." Something about the way he said it felt like fire, as if it was a dare set alight and if I took it I might get burned. 

Alright then.

I climbed onto Clay's lap, sitting with my knees either side of him. His eyebrow raised in surprised amusement, but he still didn't seem to believe I'd do anything. I guess I'd be proving him wrong.

I pulled myself forward, bringing my front closer to Clay's. The arm behind his head didn't even waver, his eyes just stared into mine, making me feel as though I would melt.

"Well this isn't too bad" he smirked. 

Was gonna give myself some time. I guess not.

I pressed my body right against Clay's, reaching my arm as far as I could to grab his phone. A gasp escaped his lips, right by my ear, and I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach. After failing to reach the small screen the first time, I did the action again, pushing myself against his as hard as I could. He gripped the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of my hair and bringing my ear directly by his mouth.

"You're playing a dangerous game, George." His voice was low and husky, arousing yet terrifying, and in that moment all I felt was interest and want. I gathered the last breath I had left, and whispered shakily back,

"Well let the best man win." I whispered back breathlessly, my stomach empty in anticipation. Even as my head was moved around so my face was directly in front of his, I couldn't believe it. And then he pressed his lips against mine, making my cheeks turn red and my heart beat faster. The kiss was so soft and gentle and out of instinct my arms wrapped around his shoulders. His phone dropped on the sofa beside us so his hand could entangle in my hair, the other remaining right on my waist. 

This was bliss. This was the best feeling ever. This was perfect. I was kissing the man I loved for the past year or two, it couldn't be MORE like a fantasy. 

We pulled away, both gasping for air. My head landed on Clay's chest again, but this time I was sat on his lap facing him instead of sat beside facing away

"So..." I started,

"Yeah....so.."

(790 words)

I HATE THIS SO MUCH WHY AM I FINDING IT SO HARD TO WRITE?!?! 

BY THE WAY, BY THE WAY, I'm writing another dsmp book called 'Tommy's goodbye' based on mr. innits death and the experience of that. TIS SAD. I only just started it and I cried whilst writing :D 

Anyways yea gn/ gm/ gd/ ga