BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 97: flustered

George POV.

"Good, then let's eat." My father practically announced.
At that exact moment a bunch of plates stacked high with different foods were laid out on the table.

I piled high my plate with bacon, sausages, buttered bread and some other food while my parents and Pillow did the same. Once we began eating my father spoke up.
"So George..." he began, I looked up to face him when I heard my name. "How was your first time yesterday? Do you think you might want to do it again?"

My eyes widened and beside me Clay choked on the water he had been drinking.
"P-pardon?" I asked, thinking I misheard him.
"I just asked how your first time was and wondered if you think you might want to do it again?" My father repeated, looking me dead in the eyes with a straight face.

Both me and the blond didn't answer, just lowering our gazes slightly and trying to hide our blush.
"Boys?" My mother asked, probably wondering why neither of us were speaking. "George, your father was just wondering how your first time ice skating went and if you wanted to go skating again sometime. Don't be rude and just answer Georgie."

Oh, skating. Of course it was skating, what else would it be?

I looked back up at my parents but Clay stayed where he was for a moment longer. "Skating was good Dad, despite getting a few bruises when I fell on the ice. But I think I would skate again with Clay."
"Yeah, and don't worry Mr Davidson  I will take really good care of him, I promise." The blond replied giving me a smirk as he tried to suppress a chuckle.

My face flushed red and I looked down at my food, refusing to make eye contact with either my parents or Clay. Although it was kind of hard seeing as how close the blond was next to me, and how he kept finding it funny to see my flustered expression.

After sitting silently for a while I decided to quietly excuse myself up to my room. The blush had not died down since the start of breakfast and it honestly felt awkward being in my parents presence thinking about... That sort of stuff.

I returned to the room and made a bee line straight for the bathroom, where I rested my hands on the side of the sink and stared into the red face of my reflection.
After sighing at how pathetic I looked I let the cool water from the tap flow over my cupped hands and used whatever they caught to wash my face. I repeated this motion several times over the next 5 minutes until my face returned to its normal colour.

Once I dried my face off with a towel and headed back out into the main room I saw Clay waiting there. The blond smiled at me when I entered the room.
"Wondered where you'd disappeared to Georgie, I thought that you had found yourself a new pillow" he pouted as he pulled me close to him and rested his head on my shoulders.

"Jesus Clay, it's been 5 minutes. I wouldn't ever find someone who loves me, especially in that amount of time" I muttered the second sentence, but the blond still heard.
"That's very insulting Georgie. And you saying you'd never find someone who loves you is simply untrue. In fact..." Clay stopped speaking as he picked me up and laid me down instead on the bed, "...how about I show you someone that does love you now?"

"B-but Clay... My parents, won't they hear?" I asked, sitting up slightly on top of the bed.
"Nope" I listened as Clay dragged out the P. "They are meant to be going away later, maybe already are gone. Even if they aren't the door is locked and we could manage to keep you quiet."

I moaned soundlessly at his words. Clay being horny was definitely a rare sight and the blond climbed on top of me and looked down at me.
"Clay, please just don't do anything stupid" I muttered, although all of my rational thinking had been soaked into his forest green eyes.
"Stupid is my middle name, but sure if that is what the princess wanted" Clay leaned down and connected our lips together.

I trailed my tongue along his lips, asking for an entrance only to have him pull away and stare dead into my eyes. "I thought I told you this before George. There is no fucking chance that you are top."
But he immediately returned to my lips and pressed his against mine, his tongue trying instead to get permission for an entrance on his lip. When I refused him he nipped my bottom lip causing me to open my mouth and let him in.

Without breaking the kiss Clay pulled the fabric of my shirt up so that I wasn't bare chested but my stomach was exposed. There weren't many bruises on that part of my body but the blond was about to change that.
"Since you have a thing about me kissing you in such obvious places here you go Georgie. Only you and I can see this then." As he spoke he continued rubbing his hands up and down my body begin.

Soon I felt a small wave of pleasure on my stomach as Clay connected his lips slowly sucking, kissing, licking and biting me.
I tried to sit up to see what he was doing but Clay held me down by pressing he palm's of his hand down firmly onto my shoulders so I couldn't move.

Once Clay decided he was finished he pulled away and admired his work, tracing the forming bruises with his index finger, "does that prove I love you Georgie?" He asked as he trailed his lips up to kiss mine gently.
"Mhm" I hummed in response, sitting up and beginning to study the bruises left by the blond, "can we do m-more please?" I shyly asked him, my face turning red in embarrassment as I replied.

"I would love to do more with you Georgie, but remember we planned to go visit Zak and Darryl, so I can't right now." Clay said with a smile as he helped me fix my shirt.

The sly smile Clay gave me made us both know that he didn't care about visiting our friends and just wanted to tease me.
"We can continue this later" he smirked as he walked out of the room.
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