"Well, what now," I asked. There was complete silence for a good thirty seconds before Clay said, "Well I think you were on the right track when you took your shirt off. let me catch up." As he pulled his shirt off.
"Clay what the hell?!" George alarmedly asked.
"Well we got the I love you's out of the way, you know all the sentimental shit. So I mean might as well." Clay said. I honestly kind of agreed after all this shit I mean it's one way to calm down, so I pulled off my shirt once again.
"Really you too y/n?!" George said as he stood up, "You guys can do that, but I can't right now too much has happened." I shrugged and jumped over to the bed Clay was on. He laid back and I climbed on top of him so that once again I was on my hands and knees above him. Clay repositioned his hands so that they were both sitting on my lower back. I began to make my way down to his neck when I heard George turn around and say, "Wow um oh god holy shit okay." I smiled and felt Clay slide a hand under the waist band of my leggings, and pull his other hand up my stomach, brush across my bra and rest on my collar bone.
That's when George walked over to us. I could hear him breathing very, very heavily. He sat down on the end of the bed and said, "god you two waste no time." I sat up, letting Clays hand fall down from my shoulder to right below my bra. With slow heavy breaths I said, "enjoying the show?" George gave me a blank stare before grabbing a pillow and shoving it into his lap. I smiled before moving my hands to the waistband of Clay's jeans and beginning to undo the top button. I could hear a soft noise come from George. I sat up once again, this time smiling at Clay to try and tell him some how what was happening. "How do you feel George?" I asked as I brushed my hand across Clays chest. I could see George adjust himself and breathe heavier.
I smiled an unzipped Clay's jeans. "How bout this George?" His face grew increasingly more longing. I put my hands on the band of Clays underwear and asked George, "Should I do it George?" He jumped up throwing the pillow off his lap letting out a restrained, "Oh god y/n stop!" I smiled, "It doesn't look like you want me to stop George."
"I mean I don't want you to stop. I really, really don't want you to stop, but we should give ourselves time to process our emotions before we do this."
Clay sat up, "As much as I want to continue this, so, so badly George is right we should stop." I sighed and reluctantly agreed. Me and Clay pulled our shirts back on and George went to the bathroom to... collect himself... and we all went back to Clay's place.
Writers note: why did I write this chapter oh my god this is so bad I wanna ugghhhhh its so cringey ahhhhhhhhhh I hate myself this is horrible
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