He opened his eyes, breathing in the rich fragrance of a blend of cinnamon and faint herbs. It was an unlikely combination, but it smelled so comforting.
Finding that he and Clay had drawn together in their sleep, he moved his hand that rested on Clay's collarbone and started to pull away, but froze as Clay shifted in his sleep. George's face turned pink as he eased himself back down on top of him, laying his head against his chest. The rain had stopped, and the stale afternoon light looked so perfect against Clay's skin.
Clay's hand was on the small of his back, but he yearned for more intimacy, for affectionate touches they had never had over the phone. It was still so odd to not have a screen separating them, the barriers it created replaced by new ones. He may be something tangible now, and the heat of his breath was all too real, but it wasn't going to happen. He was just out of George's reach. It was so wrong to stay in his arms for even these few seconds. But there was something to be said about how they'd sought each other out subconsciously. There were unspoken feelings in that, he thought, the way they fit so perfectly together.
Would Clay be disgusted when he woke? The other boy didn't want this, wouldn't ever want it.
The hand on his back shifted, tugging him a little closer. He was about to combust.
He tore himself away from the warm, comforting body, rolling off the couch. He needed to get all the way back to the hotel to separate himself from the swelling desire.
George pulled most of the stack of blankets to the side. Already feeling cold, he counterintuitively went into the kitchen to get himself ice water. Hopefully, it could clear his head. He dragged a stool back, sitting down at the counter to look through his phone. Not social media, but old texts to Clay. Some stood out to him, others blurring before his eyes. He went all the way back to the beginning of the saved conversations.
Clay: Hey, I know we haven't talked in a while but I heard from my parents that you're applying to a college here?
George: Yeah! I have dual citizenship because my dad's British and my mom's American and I was born in Florida. I want to go to college there, so I'm applying to UF.
Clay: whoa really??? Me too! Maybe we'll have classes together.
George: we might lol
Clay: Can I copy your hw then?
George: no. still an idiot, I see.
Clay: oh come on now.
He scrolled down, violently swiping his finger along the screen. Too far back.
George: I'm literally at the line to get on the plane now. Wait can I even bring my coffee on it?
Clay: Idk probably
Clay: Can't wait until you get here, dude.
George: I know. It's gonna be so weird to see u again.
George: I'm boarding now omgggg finally
Clay: see u in eight hours
George: ugh don't remind me
Clay: about the flight or seeing me?! 😱😭🥺💔💔😢😓😰
George: seeing you duh
Clay: liar you love me
George: I hate you
Clay: I love you too george
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ACID RAIN // DNF AU
FanfictionThis is an alternate universe in which George, Dream's childhood friend who moved away, is visiting him in Florida. Throughout their time there, certain factors drive their relationship to grow more toxic and painful with each passing day. Can they...
