BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 45: fire

George POV.

We got back to the house and split up. Clay went to get the what remained of the cheerleader uniform and I went through to the kitchen and began raiding the cupboards for anything that looked fun to cook over a fire. I grabbed marshmallows, sausages, starbursts, bananas (cause why not?), bacon and some bread. It was an interesting mix of food but I felt it would be fun.

Bags and food packets were piled in my arms when I heard the blond return downstairs holding the clothes I'd worn yesterday, a lighter and a blanket to sit on. He followed me out to the back garden and we headed to a fire pit down the back of the estate which hadn't been used in at least a decade.

I took the blanket from Clay and laid it out on the grass near the edge of the pit before piling the food on top. In the meantime, Clay had made his way over to a small tin woodshed which also hadn't been used in years. He struggled with the door for a few minutes before finally forcing it open.

Although I've never been in, or seen the inside of a woodshed it looked as I expected it too. Chopped logs and firewood were stacked against 2 walls with some chips of bark scattered along the cracked stone floor. An axe hung upside down on the wall to the left of the door along with a pair of gloves to wear while handling it.

The blond stacked some wood in my arms and I struggled to carry back to the campfire. It took me a while and in that time Clay had carried his pile of wood to the pit and laid it out before returning to me and taking all of my pile from my hands. He claimed he wanted to help me but I felt he was just flexing how strong he was. 🙄

Once we made a decent looking stack the blond removed a matchbox from his pocket, pulled out a singular match and struck it against the box. It lit instantly, a small dancing flame burning on the end of the match and Clay dropped the match onto the pile of wood and the flame soon spread, sending a small pillar of ashy grey smoke into the air.

We sat down on the blanket side by side watching the flame dance in the early evening air, waiting for it to grow bigger before cooking some food. Clay grabbed 2 long metal skewers to use over the fire, where he even got them from I was unsure, and asked me what I wanted to try first.
I looked over the packets of food, reminding myself what was there before finally deciding it would be fun to try cooking starbursts over the fire.

I grabbed 3 starburst candies and stabbed them onto one of the skewers before gently sending the fork hovering just over the bottom of the flames, a few inches away from the embers. Beside me the blond had weaved several strips of bacon onto his skewer and once he'd finished he held it in the flames beside me.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a while just watching as the fire grew and our food cooked. Beside me, Clay held a stable grip on his metal skewer and kept it perfectly still as the flames licked it's fiery tongue over the meat playfully while the blond rotated the skewer slowly.

I however had shaking arms, trying desperately not to let the starbursts skim the bottom of the pit or hold them too far over the controlled blaze. The blond noticed this and gave a small smile, "you need help Georgie?" He asked.
I gave a small nod and the blond moved his bacon covered skewer into his right hand before taking the skewer from my hands and holding it in his left.

Now both of them sat steadily in the  flames and I watched as the orange light danced around. Unknowingly I closed the gap between myself and Clay and lowered my head until it was resting against his shoulder. He let me do this and our gazes met slowly and lingered in eachother for a minute, before he turned back to the fire to keep an eye on the food.

I stayed studying his expression for a minute as his eyes shone from the light of the flickering fire. When I turned my head back to the flames too I felt his head lower itself down so it was resting on top of mine.

Neither of us said a word, but we didn't need too. It was just us, just perfect. Me and him. Him and I. Together... alone... resting against eachother by a warm fire on a cold night.

Clay POV.

We stayed in that position for a few more minutes before both of the food was almost done cooking. The bacon had turned a pale brown colour and the different starburst flavours mixed together creating a bright flurry of pastel colours.
I passed George's skewer back to him and he began blowing gently on the fruity candy to attempt to cool it down enough to eat it. My head stayed resting on his head and his head stayed resting on my shoulder as we waited for the food to cool.

Soon I found myself able to eat the bacon, wolfing it down eagerly since I didn't eat much for lunch. George took a tentative bite of his starbursts, actually it had become one singular, big, multicoloured, multi-flavoured, starburst, and sat for a moment as he tried to figure out what it tasted like.

The Brit ate the starburst slowly. When he finished it I offered to make him some more food which he shook his head with a drowsy expression. I noticed how tired he was (how surprising that George is tired) as I weaved a few more strips of bacon over the skewer and stuck the meat back into the flame for me to eat.

We sat there for a few more minutes, George was struggling to keep his eyes open, "go to sleep I just want to cook myself some more food hen we can go inside." I told him.
The Brit opened his mouth to argue, but I shot him a glare telling him it wasn't up for discussion.

George let out a sigh then I felt his head lower onto my lap, his body curled up into a ball at my side. This was not what I meant, but then again I wasn't going to push him off. His eyes fluttered shut and I watched the brunette quietly as I waited for my food to cook.

When it was cooked and I had eaten, I didn't want to wake him up, so I gently rolled him off of me before putting out the fire and cleaning the fire pit up as best as I could. Then I turned around and wrapped the blanket we'd been laying on around the brunette, making a smol human burrito.

I carried this Gog-burrito, (Georito?)  into the house and up to his room and laid him on the bed before unwrapping the blanket from around his body.

'He looks so peaceful when he sleeps,' I thought as I pulled off his shoes and lifted some blankets up to his chin. I gave a smile at the small boy who was curled up in a ball on the bed with his back facing me.

"Goodnight Georgie." I mumbled as I flicked off the light and shut the door quietly.
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Only one chapter today guys.

But here is photo of my doggo instead (ignore weird lighting)