17 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.
You guys wanted smut, so let's skip the afterparty. There were speeches, dances, now the Pillowsill couple were going to their new home.
Btw this is their house for those curious
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Smut written by Ezra. _________________________________________ Clay POV.
George was feeling extremely touchy now, his hand constantly traveling up and down my arm as I drove us to our new house.
I refused to tell the brunette anything about our new house until we go there. It was in the countryside a 30 minute drive out of town. Trees surrounded the house, and a mountain towered up on one side.
Eventually I pulled up in the driveway, and George struggled to keep his surprised expression under control. "This is our house?" He asked, looking confused and unbelieving. "Of course it is Georgie... what did you think our house would look like?" I questioned.
"I don't know... but I like this," he smiled, leaning his head on my shoulder as I parked the car. "Good." I climbed out of the car and moved over to his side before opening the door for him.
"George Smith, welcome to our new home." I held my hand out and he giggled before taking it. I placed a kiss on the back of his hand before lifting him up and carrying him over to the door of our house. "I can walk you know," the brunette said, trying to pull himself from my grip. "Yeah but you won't be able to after tonight," I teased, causing him to blush.
Grudgingly I put him down and grabbed a set of keys to unlock the door. Most of our stuff Nick, Zak, and Alex, helped me set up a couple days ago, and I had moved a lot of our stuff in including clothes, photos, and everything else.
He looked around the house before I led him up to our room. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, which was easily big enough for both of us. A TV was on the opposite wall beside the door to the left of the walk in closet. The closet connected to an ensuite bathroom, which had a large spa bath (great for aftercare).
The Brit smiled and I lifted him onto the bed. "So what do think of our new home Georgie?" I asked, sitting beside him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He leaned into me and I began kissing his neck, which he cocked to the side to give me more room to mark up with hickey's.
"You're so pretty George Smith, especially in that suit... but you'd be even prettier without it." George blushed, and I grabbed both of his hands, holding them above his head as I laid him down.
