I feel like a lot of you are going to like this chapter and I felt like I shouldn't be a bitch right after Clay's parents spent 4 chapters being a pair of dicks to their own son.
Eat up the wholesomeness my hellspawn!
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George POV.
Clay was sitting sadly on his bed, tears were running down his cheeks as he cried about his parents. I leaned on his side with an arm wrapped around his shoulder and rubbed his back reassuringly.
I mean, he most definitely had every right to cry after being insulted by his parents. After all they were both such dickheads to him and it was all my fault that they were here.
Sometime between us sitting on the bed and now we had pulled eachother into a full on hug. Clay was crying onto my shoulder and I felt my shirt getting soaked.
It felt weird seeing Clay like this and I wanted to do anything to make him feel better... Holy shit is this how Clay felt every time I'm sad?
Well, probably except he usually isn't the reason why I am crying.
Eventually in between the blond's quiet sobs we heard the door open and shut from in the opposite us. Both Clay and I sat up slightly and looked over to see my parents walking over.
They gave small sad smiles as they moved to sit on either side of us, with my father beside me and my mother beside Clay. All of us sat silently for a moment before my father spoke, "I think that you will both be glad to know that Mr and Mrs Smith just left."
"What did you two say to them?" I asked.
"Quiet a lot of things to their face, a lot more in both of our heads which we will not be saying to either of you two boys," my mother said with a stern look on her face, damn she is the best mum ever.
Clay stayed silent with tears still obvious on his face. I was watching as my mother began rubbing the blond's back reassuringly.
Clay POV.
I felt Mrs Davidson rubbing my back and I looked up, meeting her eyes for a moment.
"Are you okay Clay?" She asked me and I shook my head. Usually I'd never cry in front of anyone but for some reason I trusted these three enough.
"No need to cry Clay, there is no point wasting tears on those homophobic assholes." Mr Davidson said which caused me to look over at him and gave a weak nod.
When I was facing Me Davidson and his son, George grabbed the side of my face, pulling me in for a gentle kiss. We stayed like that for a moment, holding our lips against eachother before pulling away from eachother and resting our foreheads against eachother's.
"Clay, please don't cry... you are too beautiful too cry," the Brit mumbled quietly so that his parents couldn't hear him.
I couldn't help but let out a quick laugh, which didn't sound like a laugh but more like a choked sob. "That is so cliche Georgie," I mumbled back in response.
This time it was George's time to laugh, "I have definitely said that before... But what I'm saying is true. There must be a factory error because pillow's aren't typically meant to cry."
With a loud laugh I connected our lips again. It kind of surprised me that Mr and Mrs Davidson let me kiss their son in front of them and didn't do anything to stop me.
Mrs Davidson POV.
Yass! My son such a handsome boyfriend I can wait for their fucking wedding in going to make it perfect!
They are so cute together and they trust Richard and I enough to kiss in front of eachother. Fuck I should have grabbed a camera.
Mr Davidson POV.
George and Clay are such an adorable couple. But I feel so bad that Clay's parents don't accept him for who he is.
Honestly parents who don't accept their kids for who they are, are the absolute fucking worst. I know I definitely wouldn't of been able to get to where I am today if my father and my other father didn't support me when I came out as bisexual.
That's why when George was born I promised I'd be the most supportive person I could be to him, and now that he has Clay I will do the same for him too.
...Also from looking at the expression on my crazy wife's face she is definitely planning George and Clay's wedding and I should probably stop her before she starts planning baby names.
Clay POV.
When I pulled away from the kiss again George wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled me into a hug. This time I felt tears rolling down his cheeks and onto the fabric of his shirt.
"I am so, so, so fucking sorry... I shouldn't have ever invited your parents it was such a fucking stupid idea and I am such an idiot..." He continued rambling.
"Shush Georgie, it's not your fault..." I replied, "I probably should have told you about my homophobic parents anyway."
A pair of arms wrapped around George and I from behind me, and a second pair did the same from behind George. I opened my eyes to see us now in a group hug with Mr and Mrs Davidson.
It stayed like this for a few moments, only hearing the breathing of the three other people and myself. Mrs Davidson was the first, and only person to break the silence.
"I like this..." She said for all three of us to hear, "... Just having a big cuddle with my husband and my two favourite boys."
We stayed like that for a while longer and all of us lost track of time but eventually we made it to bed. Mr and Mrs Davidson returned to their room and the brunette and I climbed into my bed.
George was still feeling guilty and laid awkwardly off to the side clearly thinking, but when I moved over to him and pulled him into a cuddle he didn't object.
"Clay I just want to say I'm sorry that I did this, and I'll do anything to make it up to you please..." George's said at an almost inaudible volume.
I thought for a moment before nodding, "you know Georgie... If you are offering I think that cuddles would be a good way to start." I replied with a shrug.
The Brit let out a giggle as he wrapped his arms around my neck, "I agree Pillow, that is a very good start..."
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BodyGuard (DNF)
Fanfiction17 year old George had always had trouble with bullies, so his father decided to get him a BodyGuard. Who knows what will happen from there. Fanart is not mine This story include sexual references, swearing, smut, and angst.
