1 am || dreamnotfound

twenty - four

"ally, that is most definitely burnt," clay laughed as ally picked up a piece of meat and onto a plate.

they were in the backyard, attempting the barbeque. they've gotten like two out of five good pieces of meat. the others were all burnt.

"shut up, clay," ally retorted. "i'm the one who's made the two decent ones. you burnt the others."

"fair point."

once they managed to make like four food pieces of meat, they headed inside and made their burgers. they sat at the stools of the island. they laughed at every stupid thing they said and ally scolded clay for some shit, but, she was distracting him. and that's why he loved her, biggest heart in the world.

when clay was about the head upstairs, the doorbell rang. ally tilted her head. "who's supposed to be coming?"

"oh! i told george he could come over later today," clay said as he went up to the front door and opened it.

and there george was, smiling and hugging clay when the door opened.

clay led him inside and ally frowned at their clasped hands. "are you...?"

george giggled, hiding it with his hand as clay worried his bottom lip and nodded. "yeah."

ally perked up and practically squealed. "yes! oh my god, clay, you got the cutest boy i've ever seen!"

george turned red and clay laughed, but ally added as she faced the brunet. "you break his heart, i break you, got it?"

the brunet laughed. "you won't have to."

ally flopped onto the couch. "lock the door if you go to your room, clay. if mom and dad come home, i'll keep them busy."

"thanks ally!" clay called as he led george to his room, shutting and locking the door.

when clay hopped onto the bed, george frowned. "what happened?"

"what?"

"you know what."

clay sighed. "they were pissed--well, my mom, more like it. but they said no guests or going out but ally said she'll keep 'em distracted."

george smiled at what ally would do, but it disappeared just as fast as it appeared. "did they...?"

clay shook his head. "no, they didn't, i swear. all they did was yell at me."

george sat beside clay, kissing his cheek gently. "mmm, 'kay. you can call me if they ever do anything and you can come over or i'll come here."

clay didn't answer and instead climbed on top of george, lips quickly meeting george's slick ones. he prodded at the boy's lips with his tongue and when george refused, he bit down slightly, earning a gasp from george and clay took it as a chance to slip his tongue in.

their lips moved in fiery sync and the kiss soon turned sloppy. george's hands found their way into clay's dirty-blond mass of hair, tugging and gripping his locks hard. clay hummed at the feeling and lifted his lips.

george pouted at the loss of contact, but it turned into another gasp of pleasure as clay's lips pressed against his neck, just below his jawline. he sucked and siwrled his tongue until it was a mulberry tint and trailed a line down to his collarbone, decorating the boy's neck and collarbone with splotches of mulberry and red.

when his ivory teeth pressed against pale skin, george bit his lip to catch a moan that threatened to slip as clay used his teeth along the base of the boy's neck.

somehow, they had ended up lying down so clay was lying on top of george. and clay only realized that when he pushed himself up so he could look at the masterpiece he made of george. the swollen lips, glossy eyes, and neck and collarbone a mixture of colors.

clay hummed as he kissed george again. "someone's gonna have to wear turtlenecks and make up if they want to keep it hidden." he mumbled against george's lips, tugging at the bottom with his teeth.

when clay let george's lip slip between his teeth, george reached up to catch clay's tongue piercing between his teeth. and all clay could do was watch as george tugged his tongue.

"well," george said around his tongue. "what if i don't to, hmm? what if i want to let everybody see what you did to me?" he taunted. brows quirked.

clay's eyes widened and he swirled his tongue in his mouth once george let go. "that was hot."