BodyGuard (DNF)

Chapter 121: Christmas Eve

Apparently, I can type around 40 wpm (words per minute) so can somebody tell me why it takes 2 hours to write a chapter of this book which averages 1,200 words.

It should apparently take me 30 minutes apparently, yet that doesn't seem to be happening at the moment.
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Clay POV.

T'was the night before Christmas and everyone else went to bed.

But George wanted an all-nighter and already seemed dead.

He made a bet he'd stay up longer than me.

At the moment it was eleven forty-three.

"Clay- come on let's watch another movie you are taking forever!" George groaned tiredly as I came out of the bathroom.
"Sorry George," I apologized to the brunette, "I just think doing an all-nighter is pointless. We both know that you'll be a moody bitch in the morning."

He sat up from where he was laying on the couch in front of the fire. "No I won't, now get your ass over here so I can get cuddles."
With a playful eye roll I moved back over to the couch and sat beside George who immediately laid back down with his head now on my lap.
"Thank you Pillow." He said in a slightly taunting, childish voice which caused me to chuckle before kissing his forehead.

My hand made its way down to his hair and began running my fingers through it. George tried to reach over to the end of the couch where the remote was sitting, but couldn't grab it and looked up to me and pouted.
"Can I get some help please Pillow?" The Brit asked me.

With another eye roll I complied, grabbing the remote and handing it to George. The brunette immediately went back onto the homepage of his Netflix account and began scrolling through movies again, making this our fifth movie of the night.
"Do we have to watch another movie Georgie, surely there is something special and different we could do instead?"

His eyes tiredly drifted up to look at mine, silently asking what I was going to suggest.
"Something special... Like getting you to sleep so you aren't a grumpy asshole when you wake up at lunchtime on Christmas morning."

Immediately he shot my idea down, but then spoke in a light, almost teasing voice "why are you being such a baby Clay? Do you think you can't stay up longer than me?"
"No, I have made it very clear I don't want you to be in a mood on Christmas morning."

George sat up on his elbows and connected our lips for a moment, they hovered near eachother when we pulled away from the kiss and he mumbled 'baby' at a volume which clearly meant he wanted me to hear him.

"Fine," I gritted my teeth at George's stubbornness, "if you really don't want to sleep we could each open one present now..."
This caught George's attention and he sat up eagerly.

I'd moved most of the presents over to the tree after we put it up a few days ago, and it was piled with the brightly coloured wrapped boxes.
George had gotten around the same amount of gifts as I had and there were at least more than 40, guess we both just really wanted to spoil eachother.

The tree itself was decorated in a wide flourish of colours, mainly reds, Silver's, purples and golds. George and I spent a whole day messing around and decorating it and I even used some mistletoe to get heaps of kisses from him.

The brunette climbed off of the couch and walked over to the tree, taking his time walking around it slowly. The brunette was taking in every shape of the gifts and probably guessing what was in them and which one he wanted first.
I walked up behind him and leaned against his back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Hurry up Georgie, by the time you choose it will already be Christmas morning," I spoke quietly against his ear.
"Be quiet." He replied, before grabbing one in neon yellow and red wrapping paper. He turned back to me and smiled, "there, now you can choose one."

Without even spending too long to look at them I grabbed a small gift in silver paper. George pulled me back onto the couch and looked at the box he had grabbed, then up to me, "which gift should we open first?" He asked.

I shrugged, "I don't mind Georgie, you can open yours first."
With a quick nod the brunette began opening his present. He ripped the wrapping paper off and sat it on the couch beside him.

It was the box of sweets that I got from the candy cove at Shop-n-Shit mall the other day. George smiled and looked up to me, "I love this place, the range of candy they have here tastes absolutely amazing."
The Brit smiled as he took a piece of purple grape flavoured candy and sat it on his tongue before closing his mouth.

I smiled back at him and then he beckoned for me to open the gift he got me. After a moment of me examining the silver wrapping paper for a few minutes before beginning to rip off the paper.

Once I ripped off the paper I was met with the fabric of a t-shirt. It looked custom made and I held it up. The shirt was white with black letters on the front which read 'hello, my name is Pillow' and underneath that was a large smiley face also in black. On the back of the shirt it said 'I am George's Pillow,' also in black.

'This shirt is adorable' I thought as I smiled at George. "Thanks George... Did you get this custom made for me?" I asked him and he nodded.
"They said they wouldn't have it in till New Year but it came earlier than expected." He explained.

He gave me a look begging me to put it on and with a smile I stood up to head to the bathroom and do so. "Where are you going?" George asked.
"I'm going to change in the bathroom, didn't you want me to put it on Georgie?"
The brunette gave me a look as thought I was stupid and grumbled something incomprehensible.

With a smile I turned around, the shirt still slung over my forearm. "Georgie do you want me to change my shirt in front of you?" I asked as my smile began to look more cocky.
His eyes widened as his face flushed slightly, "I-uh... I mean... If you-uh are offer-um-ing..."

I smirked and looked over at him, "is that a yes Georgie?"
The brunette's eyes lowered to watch the ground and he didn't answer so I walked into the bathroom and changed.

Surprisingly the shirt fit and I walked back out to see George still looking at the floor. He didn't look back up until I moved over to him and pulled him into a hug beside me as I kissed his forehead.
"Thank you for the present," I mumbled with my mouth still close to his skin and giving him another kiss.

George blushed as I continued to watch him. "Hey George I think you're forgetting something," I said as I gestured upwards with a nod of my head.
He looked up and giggled as he saw my pointer finger and thumb holding a piece of mistletoe above his head and the brunette connected our lips in a kiss.

As George did so I lifted him up, dropping the mistletoe onto the couch and carried the Brit over to the bed before dumping him on it. He released confused Gogy noises as I turned off the TV and lights and climbed onto the bed beside him.

"Clay... What are you doing?" He asked me as I pulled him under the covers of the bed alongside me.
"I've made it very clear I don't want you to be tired and grumpy for Christmas morning so this is my way of preventing that."

"What, but Clay, we were going to do an all-nighter!" George looked annoyed and I booped his nose as I lifted it for his eyes to meet mine.
"You can do an all-nighter while I sleep... But you have to do the all-nighter from right here, on the bed, no lights on or phones or food or nothing."

The brunette grumbled an objection but I shushed him then gave him another kiss. "Merry Christmas Georgie," I said softly in his ear.
George continued to grumble, and I leaned forward, closer to him. "Hmm, what was that Georgie?"

"Nothing... Merry Christmas Pillow."
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