No one cares || Dnf

31. I beg you

George POV

"You're the weakness that I shouldn't have", Clay said calmly.
"So?", I kept backing away. The room was huge, I could walk more backwards...at least I thought that.
"So?", he sighed, "So... Once I give in, I won't let go."
He kept walking up to me and forming a small smile on his mouth.
"You know, let me explain in great detail. At some point I noticed that I was beginning to feel something for you. I didn't want this, however, based on our respective positions in relation to one another", he said calmly, still walking towards me slowly, "I always suppressed it and thought my head was just playing a stupid trick on me, but this day ... on the roof ... then the following days, our conversations ... that made my feelings come up again."

As I took another step back, I bumped into the wall and started backing along the wall at Clay's speed to the right.
"When I told you that I like you and you didn't say anything, it wasn't just that you didn't say it, but because I simply regretted telling you", he continued, "So I tried to lock my feelings away again and paint over them with bullying. I know it's a horrible habit, but I've been doing it since I was little. I could blame it on my parents, but it's my own fault because I always thought that was how I could solve my problems. I know that I am an idiot."

He sighed and stopped briefly to look to the floor, but he immediately looked over at me again and kept walking towards me. Man, this room was really big ... just not big enough. I was almost at the corner where I would be trapped.

"When you kissed me, the butterflies shot into my stomach, I think I had never felt so happy as in that moment", he went on, "I know this sounds so damn cheesy, but ..."
I had reached the corner and pressed myself against the wall.
Even if I didn't want to admit it under any circumstances, of course I wanted him to keep coming to me. Like it or not, I had fallen head over heels in love with him.

"George, I know I'll never be able to give you enough, but what I can tell you is ...", now he had reached me and looked deep into my eyes, "George, I love you more than everything...and that more and more every day. I don't know how that is possible. I also don't know how you could love me after...everything I have done to you...", he swallowed.

Getting over it was hard for me too, but the way he said it, he really regretted it very much. I wanted to understand him and his reasons. And if I couldn't, at least I wanted to accept it. Because of Clay, also of Nick, I've finally been happy again in a long, long, long time.

"I don't know how,...but it happened. No one can explain love...The only thing I can tell is...", he paused a lot and was insanely red. Looked like he wasn't talking about his feelings that often.
"The- the only thing I know is that I insanely fell for you and every time I look at you, I want to kiss you, and touch you, and...and whatever I could do with you...Shit, I-", I stopped letting him speak and pressed my lips tightly against his. I cupped his face and at first he let himself be dominated by me for a short time, but that changed quickly when he pressed himself with me against the wall and took the lead.

His hands squeezed my waist and pulled me against him. Then he ran one hand under my shirt to the same spot and continued. His tongue asked to enter and I gave it permission. While he was having fun with my tongue, I played with his hair behind his head and tried to push myself closer to him every now and then.

It felt so damn good to me.

Then he bent down, grabbed my waist and pushed me up the wall. Now I was sitting in his arms and could look down at him. Wow, that was it like to be tall.
No, joking aside.
He held me in his arms and pressed me against the wall at the same time while he started kissing my neck. When his lips went back up to mine, he let me slide down slightly so that our hips (or you could say dicks, doesn't matter ;)) were pressed against each other.

We kept making out and to be honest, I slightly started to get horny, but that was definitely too fast. I wanted to wait, but still enjoyed this so much. Because you just can't control that, I suddenly let out a little moan and Clay pulled away to look at me with raised eyebrows.
"It's not my fault...", I said quietly and blushing as fuck.
"Is it my fault?", he smirked while pressing his *cough* dick against me slowly to provoke me.
My blush got redder and I swallowed.
"It just happened. I am not able to control that", I defended myself, looking down. I couldn't look him in the eyes, no idea why, it just didn't work.

"I won't do anything that makes you uncomfortable. Just say stop if you don't like anything", he smiled at me before slowly leaning in for a kiss again.
He put his hands back under my shirt (Just to explain, he's wearing a hoodie and a t-shirt underneath, because I was a little confused myself. When I say that Clay goes under his shirt, I mean completely underneath, i.e. on his skin) and slightly squeezed my skin.

I started to get hot and I felt myself slowly starting to sweat.
"Could you take off my hoodie?", I pulled away and asked quietly. Clay raised his eyebrows in surprise, I know what he thought I meant.
"I'm getting hot. I have a t-shirt underneath...", I tried to explain.
Then, with a nod, he held me against the wall with his hip for support and pulled the hoodie over my head with both hands and tossed it over onto the couch.

When he grabbed me with his hands again, he looked me deep into my eyes, I began to breathe heavily. He put one hand on my cheek and pressed our lips back together before releasing the other, so that I fell back to standing. Now he leaned his head back down to me and I had to look up again.

"Hungry?", Clay asked after a while making out.
"Sure", I smiled at him.

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