Anniversary day~ 
                              "Here you go!" Clay said with a smile, slouching down and placing a box in front of George. George tilted his head as Clay nodded to the box. George slowly lifted the box, staring at Clay as he lifted the top. He took a quick glance down. 
                              "Awww.." he said, pouting his lip as he gently removed the ring. He slid it on his index finger. 
                              "I didn't know what size so I just got what I thought would hopefully fit.." Clay chuckled. George smiled, crawling next to Clay and interlocking their fingers. 
                              "I love it Clay." He said, leaning up and kissing his cheek. Clay chuckled, leaning his head on top of George's head. 
                              They both leaned back and stared at each other for a moment before they connected their lips. Their heads moved together, bodies in sync, everything fit perfectly. George slowly crawled toward Clay and straddled his lap. Clay pulled back rubbing George's sides. George slightly rocked his hips. 
                              "mm~~" Clay mumbled out, slightly tilting his head back.  
                              HAH!! YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GETTING SMUT!! HEEHHEHEHEHEHE 🏃🏃🏃
                              "I love you~" 
                              "You say that 100 times each day.." George giggled, tilting his head against the headboard as he ran his fingers through the front of Clays hair. Clay smiled and looked up at George, he rubbed the brits thighs as he laid between his legs. They laid in each other's arms, naked, not worrying about anything but the moment they were currently in. 
                              "You okay?" Clay asked, tilting his head up at George with a worried face. George hummed, looking at Clay in the eyes. George was thinking of something but didn't want to spit it out, well at least not at the moment. Instead, he nodded. 
                              "I'm perfect." He said with a smile, running his fingers through clays dirty blond hair, sliding down to cup his cheek, rubbing his thumb over it. 
                              "You sure?" Clay said, raising a brow and tilting his head. George nodded, thinning his lips. 
                              "Don't lie to me~" 
                              "I'm not." George spoke with a convincing tone. 
                              "How about we have chili or pizza for dinner?" 
                              George smiled. 
                              "Either sounds great to me, as long as you're the one who cooks it." George said, giggling after his sentence. Clay chuckled. 
                              They had a moment of comforting, silence. Before George starting asking random questions as he zoned out. 
                              "Do you think everyone else will accept us?" George spoke in a soft and quietish tone. 
                              "Why wouldn't they?" Clay asked, lifting his head. George still stared off as he played with the strands of Clays hair. 
                              "I-I don't know? I just- you never know?" He said, speaking in the same tone as before. Clay laid his head back down on George's stomach. 
                              "Even if they didn't George, I'll still forever love you and I won't let other's opinions ruin anything. If they don't accept us, oh well! That's there loss. It won't stop me from loving you." 
                              George smiled slightly. 
                              "You're so encouraging..I can't find the words to explain you..it's frustrating.." 
                              Clay chuckled, rubbing George's thighs again. 
                              "I could say the same." 
                              "Do you ever wonder- wot it would be like..without each other? Like- wot would be doing right this second.." 
                              "Honestly..I'd be curled up in bed probably scrolling through tiktok or tender." Clay responded. George giggled. 
                              "Nick would be constantly begging me to come out my room." 
                              "I think- I'd be dead..." 
                              Clay frowned. 
                              "No-no! Not- don't think of it like that! I meant- I'd be lost and, you know?" 
                              Clay shook his head. 
                              "I wouldn't actually be dead." 
                              Clay smiled. 
                              (Btw- George isn't zoned out anymore at this point. His eyes would be watering) 
                              "How does a warm bath sound?" Clay whispered. George bit his lip with a tiny nod. Clay chuckled a she lifted himself and slid off the bed. George grabbed the blankets and recovered himself, playing with the rim of it. He stared down at the sheets. The room smelled of sex- as always.. 
                              George glanced at the unused candle sitting on the dresser. He wanted to light it, but the thought of having to get up felt tiring. He jumped a little when Clay came back through the door. He leaned against the doorway with a smile. 
                              "I hate it when you do that- especially when you're naked." George said, crossing his arms. Clay raised a brow. 
                              "For some reason..I'm finding it very hard to believe that.." 
                              George giggled as he stood up and followed Clay to the bathroom. Clay cracked the door behind him as George slowly stepped into the tub. Clay slid in behind him, slightly lifting his body, letting out a hiss. George leaned back, his hair tickling Clays neck. George's head rested on Clays shoulder, he played with Clays hands. He interlocked their fingers, etc. 
                              "I won't get over how soft your hands feel against mine..and how big mine are compared to yours~" Clay slightly whispered, watching George's every move. George giggled. 
                              "Everything about you is just so- addicting. You quite literally make me insane. I feel powerful around you, happy and like myself. You're my missing puzzle piece." 
                              George tilted his head to the side, looking at Clay. 
                              "I love you." He said, before capturing his lips in a soft kiss. 
                              Later~
                              "Did you like it?" Clay asked as he washed the dishes. George leaned against the counter crossing his arms. 
                              "It was delicious Dream." 
                              Clay raised a brow. He hasn't heard that word in a while..
                              He chuckled, continuing to wash the dishes. George watched like he was a movie. Clay let out a breath as he finished the last dish. George smiled and lifting himself to sit on the counter. He lightly kicked his feet as Clay walked between his legs, rubbing his thighs. They smiled at each other. The atmosphere filled with the smell of roses and fresh wood. (A weird smell- don't come at me I just thought of a random smell) 
                              "Nick will be back tomorrow." Clay random blurted out. George let out a sigh.
                              "We need to spend time with him. I know we still have been all bonding and having moments together but I kinda feel like he's jealous and a bit upset, maybe even feeling left out?" George said, looking down at the ground. Clay smiled. He hooked his fingers under his chin and slowly lifted it. 
                              "I was about to say the same thing." 
                              George and Clay laughed together, embracing the graceful moment. 
                              I MIGHT do a small part where it's the smut part but idk
                              DRINK SOME WATER PWEASEEE 🏃✨
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Together at once!
RomanceDream team living together :) Final book to my first ever book.
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  