Best Friend ~Dreamnotfound

14

It's been four weeks. This means that Clay moves in three. Clay and George have been inseparable, they really are going to miss each other.

Clay had slept over at George's house last night. It was already the afternoon, but the boys had been sitting in George's living room, watching TV. They had gone up to George's room about half an hour ago and started cuddling.

"Hey, George?" Clay asks while rubbing George's stomach.

"Hmm?"

"I think we should do something today."

"I think we shouldn't." George mumbles.

"Why?"

"I have a headache and I just want your cuddles."

George decides to turn around so Clay wasn't spooning him anymore. He scooted his body as close as he could to the blond so their bodies were pushed together.

Since Clay wasn't able to rub George's stomach anymore, he reached his hand around George's waist and started to rub his butt.

George wasn't used to this feeling as Clay had never done it before. His face turns a bright red and he stuffs his face into Clay's chest.

"Do you want to take a nap?" The blond whispers.

George nodded. He lifted his leg and put it between Clay's legs. Clay grabbed on to the back of George's thigh, keeping it from falling down. George takes his arms and wraps them around Clay's neck, pulling himself a little higher so he was comfortable.

When Clay notices the pattern of George's breathing change and hears soft snores, he plants a gentle kiss on the brunet's forehead. Shortly after, he falls asleep, too.

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George started waking up. He noticed he was still in the same position he fell asleep in. Clay's hands were resting on George butt, holding him close. George hears a light knocking and then his door opening.

"Hey, George. Are you up, Sweetie?" His mom whispers.

"Yeah." George mumbles.

"You boys need to wake up and start getting ready for dinner."

Right. George forgot about that. His parents were taking him and Clay out for dinner tonight. They weren't going anywhere fancy, but they had to start getting ready now.

"Ok." With that, his mom leaves.

"Clay, wake up."

When that doesn't work, George lifts his chin up and kisses Clay.

"Clay, we have to get up." George whines.

Clay remained asleep. George had an idea. He took his knee that was in between Clay's legs and slowly lifted it up, putting pressure on the other's crotch. Clay didn't do anything, so George put more pressure.

"Mmm." Clay moaned, remaining asleep.

George was annoyed that Clay wasn't getting up. He abruptly removed his leg from Clay's and rolled out of his grasp. That did the trick.

"What? Where are you going? And why the fuck am I hard?" Clay replied, groggily.

"I dunno." George walked into the bathroom.

Clay sat up, very confused. He didn't know why he was hard, but he really didn't want to relieve himself. He heard the shower turn on so he decided to check the time.

"Oh, shit." Clay realizes they had to leave in half an hour for dinner and threw the blankets off of himself. He walked to the bathroom and went inside.