Limerence

Chapter eleven

George woke up feeling two arms around him. He tried to get up but the grasp around him tightened. It took him a couple of seconds to remember where he was.

Clay's room.

"Clay, let go. The sun's up." he wanted to stay between the blond's arms, but he was nervous of what would happen if they were caught in that compromising position. 

"Just a couple more minutes." the other man murmured in George's hair, making him smile.

"Someone may come in." the brunette insisted.

"Then let them." Clay said nonchalantly.

George sighed and gave up, closing his eyes once again. He didn't fall asleep tho, he just decided to let his anxiety aside and enjoyed The Prince's company. He moved to position his face in the hollow of Clay's neck, his breath hitting his skin. Clay brought one of his hands to the brunette's hair, stroking it gently.

George smiled at the beautiful feeling of being in his arms. It felt nice knowing that George was the only one The Prince was this soft with. It made him feel special. He was ignoring the logical part of him that tried to remind him how Clay had ignored him before, how he had threatened him a few weeks before, how he was bad news. He let himself enjoy the moment.

This was good.

This was going to help George move on.

Hadn't you said that you had already moved on?

Clay's grip around him made him feel safe. It made him feel like they were the only two people in the world. Nothing mattered when he was around The Prince.

But there was a problem.

You are catching feelings.

He had to leave.

The brunette looked up, opening his eyes, just to see the blond looking down at him with a smile on his face.

"You know, I could get used to this." The Prince mentioned caressing one of George's cheeks. 

"Used to what?"

"Waking up next to you. I like it."

"Yeah?" George bit his lip trying to smile, which drew Clay's atenttion.

"Yeah." his gaze lowered, focussing on George's mouth. "George."

"Yes, Clay?"

"If I try to kiss you, will you run away?" he uttered, lowering his voice.

"Why don't you find out?" the brunette offered with a smirk.

Clay didn't waste any time connecting their lips. George closed his eyes, melting into the kiss. Unlike their last kiss, this one felt more intimate. He could only think about how soft Clay's lips felt against his mouth. 

George thought his lips felt almost like silk against his own.

He asked me to tell you that he hasn't forgotten about you, he's coming back for you. 

Trying to ignore his subconscious, George placed one of his hands in the blond's chest, trying to get more stability, and he felt how Clay's heart fluttered at the touch, making him smile. 

There's not one day he doesn't talk about you George.

Their mouths were dancing in synchrony, and his heart skipped a beat when The Prince's hands moved to his waist, lifting the fabric of his sleeping shirt. Clay slid his hands under George's shirt, his fingers exploring George's skin with a mind of their own.