1 am || dreamnotfound

twenty - two

clay's eyes fluttered open to george lazily drawing shapes and figures on his arms and chest. barely, just barely, through the slim opening of his eyelids, he could make out george's ruffled hair and groggy eyes.

george looked up. "oh! you're awake."

clay grumbled deep in his chest, reverberating through george. "mmm, yeah. 'm awake."

george giggled. "you don't sound like it."

"how long have you been awake?" clay asked.

"'bout twenty minutes. i'm kind of trapped in your grip," george said and that snapped clay into more conciousness and he unlinked his his arms, but george didn't move.

a question echoed in the back of his mind. could there be a chance that george liked him back? none of his friends acted like this with him--this close, was the way to say it, he guessed.

should he confess?

he ignored that.

clay eyed the smaller boy. "george, i'm hot. you need to get off me." he complained, dragging out the last word. he really was. the body heat of both of them and the sheets was not so fun.

"yeah, you are," george said. clay guessed he didn't mean to say it outloud by the way he froze for a second and mumbled into clay's chest. "that was not meant to be said out loud."

clay didn't let go of it. "oh? you think i'm hot, hmm?"

the tip of george's ears were bright red and he rolled off of clay and onto the other side of the bed. "fuck off."

"i'm waiting for an answer, though," clay whined, causing george to bury his face into the pillows and attempt to kick clay. the blond rolled away for each and smiled. "you're cute when you're embarassed but please, i need an answer. i would like my ego fed."

george flipped him off. "once again, egotistical."

clay rolled his eyes. "how is that egotistical?"

"because i know damn well that you know you're hot and you just want me to say it... again," george muttered, still not lifting his face from the pillow.

the blond laughed and mumbled ever so quietly, "you're suck a fucking bottom," but outloud he said, "fine, since you're acting like this and it's quite adorable, i'll say it. i like you. more then just a friend."

george's head snapped up from the pillow. "re--wai--actually?"

clay hummed as he pushed away the feeling of his rapidly beating heart--it seemed to do that a lot for the past days. "mhm."

george giggled. "well thank god i wasn't the first one to say it."

it took a second to click in clay's mind, but once it did, clay's eyes widened. "wait--"

another giggle. "yes, silly, i like you too. i'm surprised it wasn't so obvious, like punz and karl said."

clay snickered. "nick and alex said i was so obvious, but i guess we're just both oblivious."

after a second, he added, "so, do you... do you wanna be my boyfriend?"

"yes!" george said, turning redder as he realized how quickly he had said it. "yes, yes, i do."

clay smiled. "good, that would've been bad."

george rolled his eyes and pushed the pillow away, clay heard it thud softly onto the ground. "now, can i have a kiss?"

clay didn't need to answer, he rolled so he was on top of george and his lips met the boys. so fucking soft and delicate.

the kiss was hesistant and soft at first, but clay pressed his lips down harder, tongue prodding at george's lips and once plush lips opened into a soft gasp, it felt like fire. he made sure his tongue slipped over every inch of george's delicate mouth. made sure that clay had claimed that pretty mouth of his.

george hummed and clay pulled away, chest rising and falling heavily to catch an easy breath. the boy beneath him giggled. "as much as i would love to have the pretty mouth of your's on my neck, i have to meet karl at the park. and my swollen lips are a bit of a giveaway if he notices, but i'm all yours afterwards."

clay smirked and pushed away from the boy, standing up. guess they both have that nickname for their pretty mouths. "how disappointing, but alrightly, see you afterwards."