𝐷𝑛𝑓 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡

Him 'n' I (finale)

last part!!!!

(1981 words)

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clay exit the bathroom.

after that little session earlier, he needed to clean himself off, briefly preparing for what was to come earlier.

the room was left in a soft silence, with the small pitter patter of music bouncing on the other side of the walls.

he knew georges shift wouldnt be over for another half an hour, so he thought it would be best to just sit on his phone, and hope time decided it would hurry the fuck up. it was hard though. he could imagine george being out there, impressing other men with his gorgeous hands running up and down the sides of his stunning body. clay barely knew the guy and he was already getting jealous and possessive over him. he knew that was wrong but there was something about george that just clicked with clay. it was different. he knew george was a softie, not all big and bad like he was just half an hour ago.

deep down he really wanted to get to know him, maybe become friends with him or maybe something more. whatever it was.

he couldnt just let it go.

as the minutes flew by, you could hear the sound of voices on the other side of the wall die down, music slightly coming to a rest.

this most likely was a sign that the club would be closing up in a bit, and clay was estatic to see george once again.

he didnt know what was planned but he could not wait and now with time inching closer with anticipation, he grew more and more anxious, but not in a bad way. getting antsy, clay stood up pacing the room.

he had been like this for about 5 minutes until a door opened, causing him to stop in his tracks and look up to see a very furious and eager brunet.

he wasnt sure what to do so he just stood there. the two stared at each other for about a minute until clay couldnt take it anymore.

he wasnt sure why the brunet was mad but damn, did he look hot when he was mad. he noticed georges appearance as well. he seemed to have changed but now he just had a pleated skirt and a croptop on, almost like a cheerleader. 'he still looks as stunning as before' clay thought. his makeup was slightly messy as well as if he had been crying, he felt bad and wanted to ask what was wrong but all he heard was a "do it."

he dashed fowards to the shorter and smashed his lips onto his. he smiled against his lips when he felt the brunet accept it fully and kiss back with full force having no issue. clay had his arms fully around the shorters waste as the others arms were dangling over each of clays shoulders.

clay pushed george back into the door which caused it to shut, lips still locked onto each other. he backed away for a moment though when the shorter started to tug on clays arm, begging for a moment of release to speak. the shorter as if the two could move to the couch, for a more comfortable choice and clay gladly agreed.

when they shifted to their more comfortable option, his eyes opened for a moment when he felt the brit moan against his lips, which made clay kiss even more lustfully.

as the makeout went on, the two rarely grasped for air, and when they did, it was only for a brief second. the atomsphere in the room was only full of lust and want. it was so obvious. between the sweaty pants to the lustful glares and the heat radiating off of each other's bodies, two minds thought the same thing. the two had raging boners but they ignored it for now. hands were all up in hair and lightly tugging each others, also occasionally sneaking under shirts and feeling up and down each others bodies.