Together at once!

|Day in Florida|

The cover/picture on the thing. I took that last night maybe just a few hours before my second breakdown of that day.  It ended up on the news, or we'll my neighbors did. But I thought it was so cool. I kept thinking maybe Mad was speaking to me? Or giving us a sign or something. Or just a beautiful sunset. But I thought you'd want to see this beauty. :)

"George?" Clay whispered as he pushed back the lose strains of hair that dangled in his face.  George groaned.

"Babe? It's twelve O'clock."

George lifted his head and rested his chin on his chest.  His grip on the mans shirt grew tighter.

"I have editing to do babe." He said as he leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead.

"Cant it wait?" He mumbled.

"I gave you plenty."

George sighed as he sat up and rubbed his eye. Clay looked at him with a smile.

"Wot dork."

"You." Clay said. George rolled his eyes.

"Alright." Clay said as he let his legs dangle off the side of the bed. George crawled behind him and rested his chin on his shoulder. Clay slightly turned his head. George lazily smiled.

"You're so cute."

"You tell me that everyday."

"And everyday it's true."

"Well then you're cute."

Clay smiled.

"Kiss?"

Clay leaned back a bit turning his head to the side as George leaned forward connecting their lips.  They pulled away with a smile.  As Clay stood up George rolled onto his side.

"How about pancakes for breakfast?"

"Sounds delicious." George mumbled. 

-in de kitchen-

George sat on the counter next to the stove as he watched Clay make pancakes.  He lightly kicked his feet as he had his hands rested in his lap.  He watched as Clay flipped the pancakes. He licked his lips. 

"God."

"Wot?" George said bringing his attention to Clay. Clay slid in between George's legs wrapped his hands around his waist. George smiled.

"You~" he said scrunching his nose.

George chuckled as he slid his hands from his lap onto clays shoulders. Clay scooted George closer to the edge as he placed gentle kisses on his neck.  George leaned his head back to give Clay better view. 

"You really love- my neck~"

"Mmm~" Clay let out as he continued to place small and gentle kisses on his neck.  He pulled away and slightly lifted his head. 

"I have to paint my canvas." He said as he connected their lips.  George's hands found their way into his hair.

"It's twelve." A voice spoke causing them to pull away. Clay rolled his eyes as he returned to the pancakes. George slid himself back a bit as his fingers grazed his lips.

"Will this be every morning?" Nick said opening the fridge.

"Cant say it won't." Clay said flipping the pancake before placing it on a plate. 

"Here."  He said placing the plate next to him.  Nick chuckled as he quickly grabbed the plate. George watched Clay place two pancakes on a plate for himself.