BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 95: the night

It is finally here.

94 chapters of you guys begging and you finally got a smut chapter like you wanted.

Enjoy, and I suggest you skip if you don't like smut.
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George POV.

I wasn't asleep, but I wasn't awake either. I felt everything, mainly the warm touch of the blond as he carried me into my room and laid me down on the bed.

But then he left, and I suddenly felt cold, I wanted him back and missed him. I wanted him... but in a different way to how I usually wanted him.

I wanted his hands on my body, keeping me warm and happy. I wanted him to trail kisses all over my skin and make marks that could remind me of him when he wasn't around.

Fuck. Why are these thoughts getting so dirty? I wondered as I buried my head in the pillows to hide my blush.
Maybe this was just me being clingy, I figured as I heard Clay open the door and climb into the bed behind me.

The blond quickly pulled me closer to him and I listened as he hummed happy birthday to me quietly. Usually hearing that song made me embarrassed, but it helped me to relax slightly.

And although my body relaxed my mind didn't, it kept telling me to move closer and closer to him, and then I felt my body tightening against my pants slightly. This was immediately uncomfortable and I rubbed my legs together, trying to get rid of the pain but I couldn't.

Slowly I sat up, still trying to rub my legs together to try and ease the pain but it didn't work and only caused me to release small moans.

The blond woke up to the sound and flipped on a light. "What's wrong Georgie?" He asked, rubbing his eyes as he watched me tiredly.
"It-it hurts" I mumbled, leaning to rest against him.
"What hurts Georgie?"

My face flushed slightly red but I nodded downwards, feeling my face flush, and indicating that's where it hurt.
Clay gave a small chuckle and leaned forward to kiss my lips, "you aren't hurt, you are just turned on Georgie" he explained as he pulled me closer to him.

"H-how do I make it go away?" I asked quietly, barely anything more than a mumble.
"I can help... If you want" Clay suggested, not wanting to overstep his boundaries, but I nodded, wanting to get rid of the pain.
"Ok George, just tell me if you want me to stop."

The blond pulled me onto his lap so my legs were sitting either side like earlier, then connected our lips before wriggling his tongue in.
I felt his hands beginning to trail up and down my body, getting closer to my pants before sliding in under the waistband. Part of me wanted to tell him to stop but more of me wanted him to continue.

His hand touched it for a moment and then began running down it slowly. I moaned softly against his tongue as Clay continued. Occasionally he would pull away for a moment and ask if I was okay, and each time I nodded.

Slowly he grabbed my hands and laid me down on my back as he removed his hand from my pants and it began hurting again.
The blond had disappeared from the room but returned again with a bottle which had a purple lid (don't ask where Pillow got the lube from in the comments please).

Clay began by pulling off my crumpled shirt, and running his hand along my chest slowly. I felt the blond's fingers trace around some bruises that I'd gotten from ice skating and he'd kiss them lightly. Then he began sucking the spaces in between and made his way up to my collarbone and neck, and started to mark up my sensitive spots.

The blond continued as he slowly pulled down my pants and I began squirming, feeling extremely embarrassed but still deciding not to speak up about it.
"Are you okay Georgie?" The blond asked. I realised I'd been staring and looked away, "yeah, I am... Fine-j-just nervous."

Clay climbed on the bed and kissed me lightly, "it's okay to be nervous Georgie, I'll be here to help you the entire time, mk?"
I nodded slightly, then watched as he pulled down my boxers.
He leaned over me, "are you sure that you're okay George?" Clay asked again, and again I nodded.

Clay POV.

"Are you okay Georgie?" I asked, my arms holding me up as they rested either side of him.
The Brit nodded slightly, but looked extremely worried.

Part of me just wanted to fuck him. But I couldn't because it was his birthday and I didn't want to do anything extreme for the first time.
So I sighed before dropping the lube beside the bed. I leaned closer to his exposed member and leaned over it, "you sure?" I asked him softly one more time.
I got another nod in response before gently taking the tip in my mouth.

George immediately let out a gasp, followed by a quiet moan as his legs began wriggling beneath me. I dragged my hands over to the brunettes side's and rubbed him carefully before moving them down to his thighs and holding him still.

All the while George made a bunch of small noises, his hands gripping desperately down in my hair as I took in more of his length. After he let out a particularly loud moan which filled the room I pulled off of him, causing him to let out a sad whine, didn't think he'd have been this into it.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked as he sat up slightly, looking worried and partially annoyed that I had stopped.
"No baby, you could never do anything wrong, I just don't want your parents to think how much of a whore you are on your birthday." I said as he placed a kiss on George's lips.
George let out a whine at the nicknames, but he definitely wasn't against being called them.

One of my hands moved over to keep George's mouth to keep him quiet, and while the brunette seemed agitated at that he seemed to feel better when I took him in my mouth again.
His fingers returned to my hair and I felt his legs curl around me.

George had his head flung back and began panting slightly, trying to speak but couldn't.
Every few moments I'd pull off of him and ask him a question.

"Does that feel good Georgie?"

"Want me to do this again?"

Stuff like that

Although he couldn't speak George hummed a yes or no to as many questions as he could. My hand slowly moved down from his mouth so it was instead resting on the brunette's bare chest.

"Ahh-ahh... Clay..." He managed between moans, "w-why does it feel so good?" He asked as he pulled my hair lightly.
"Because baby, it's your birthday present and so you would obviously enjoy it, along with every other time I gave you a gift like this" I replied with a smirk.
He let out a high pitched whine but eventually his expression changes slightly, "c-close!" He yelled out desperately.

I held the side of his body reassuringly as he began to come down my throat with a loud moan. I swallowed it all and when he was finally done I sat up slightly and saw him panting.
Immediately I climbed beside him and pulled him onto my chest.

"How did that feel Georgie?" I asked him as my fingers began tracing his bruises again.
"Amazing" was the only thing he tiredly replied with, tiredly struggling to keep his eyes open.
"Want to do it again sometime?" I continued, and got a hum in response from George as he slowly sat up to pull his clothes back on.

I however stopped him from doing that and threw away his clothes onto the bedroom floor. George glared at me but then slowly crawled over to me and rested his head against my chest again.

As George got comfortable I pulled some blankets over his body to keep him warm then kissed his forehead gently as he fell asleep.
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