My Reason To Live

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Warnings:
-Lime (but biggest part is fluff)
-Mentions self harm

Clay's POV

George and I were sitting on his bed and he had turned his PC on after showing me around. His room was a bit more cosy than mine, but it could also have been because he had his curtains open and there was light in his room unlike mine.

I noticed myself constantly staring at George for a bit. I thought the love I felt was going to be the most I would ever feel, but that really wasn't true. The second I saw him, my stomach filled with butterflies, my body was numbed, my cheeks filled with a dark red blush and my heart went so incredibly fast.

I just wanted to hold him so badly. I was in love with him and it was still really overwhelming, but it started to feel nice too. I kind of liked the butterflies in my stomach when I looked at him.

George looked at me after I had been staring at him for a few minutes and he smiled. 'You're so gay,' he giggled.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. 'Shut up, no need to bully me for it.'

'Good that I'm gay too, isn't it?'

My head lifted up and I looked him in the eyes. 'Did you figure it out too?'

'I've just always known I'm not attracted to girls, but I guess I am attracted to boys. I had a conversation with my brother a while back and he told me I was most likely gay.'

I smiled shortly and looked down at my hands, hearing my dad's voice in my head. He told me to take the chance and go for it. I sighed and scooted closer to George, feeling his knee brush against mine. I blushed as also our shoulders touched and giggled shyly.

George had a smile on his face and he looked at me as I carefully wrapped my arm around his shoulder, sitting so closely next to him that our thighs and the sides of our chests were touching too now.

We stared each other in the eyes and I felt myself being so nervous that I started sweating and breathing faster. He noticed the same and smiled. 'You can take your hoodie off,' he whispered. 'I don't mind.'

I lifted my arms to ask for help since I still had a cast and stitches in my other arm. George helped me pull it off and smiled again.

Our faces were really close now, this close that I could feel George's breath stroking my skin. I looked down at his lips and then up to his eyes as I wrapped my arm around his shoulders again, turning him more to me.

I pulled up his legs and let them rest on my lap as I pressed my forehead against his. There was so much tension between us and I lifted my hand, which wasn't in the cast, up to his face. I stroked his cheek with my thumb and parted my lips slightly, looking down at his again.

George gave me a tiny nod which made me realise he had the same idea as I did and I leaned in more, letting our lips very gently and slowly meet.

I closed my eyes to enjoy his soft and warm lips on mine and melted away in his touch. His hands ran over my back and he lifted my shirt a little to softly touch my back. While his fingers traced over my body, I lifted his shirt more too to feel his beautiful body.

I gently pushed George down on his bed and kept kissing him as we slowly moved our lips in sync together. They were so soft, but also not too soft. His lips were perfect and they felt amazing on mine.

I knew my whole face had turned red at this point. I could feel the tips of my ears burning just as my cheeks. I was so in love with the boy I was currently kissing.

His slightly cold hands kept rubbing my back and moved to my stomach. I had no muscles at all, but he still started moving them along the outlines of them.

I loved this so much that I decided to take it a bit further. I parted my lips and waited for him to continue if he wanted to. He appeared to be willing to go further and we let our tongues meet, kissing like this for a really long time.

When we lost air, we broke the kiss and both pulled off our shirts, just to continue where we last ended. We let each other explore the other's mouth again and next to that we stroked each other's bodies softly.

I broke the kiss after a while and went down to his neck and collarbones, very gently and softly sucking on his skin. I caused a few red bruises and giggled.

'That's going to be hard to hide.'

George rolled his eyes and pushed me softly. 'Idiot, I told everyone that I'm sick.' He grinned and leaned in to do the same to me.

I wheezed as he looked at my neck and smirked. 'Payback.'

'Guess I'll have to tell my parents I made out with you then.'

'Oh gosh, please don't,' George giggled.

'That's your fault. How do I explain these bruises otherwise?' I said, wheezing loudly.

'You're so stupid.'

'Mhm, you really enjoyed making out though.'

George blushed and hid his face. 'Stop exposing me.'

'I can expose you way more. I can also give you way more hickeys if you don't behave,' I giggled as I kissed his neck again.

He laughed cutely and pushed me away softly. 'Don't give me more, my dad and brother will notice.'

'As if they won't noticed this,' I smirked, sucking the skin on his collarbone so it would be less obvious.

'Clay, we really just met today,' George giggled. 'I didn't think this was going to happen.'

'Me neither, but I don't dislike it.'

'The only thing I dislike is that I have to make up a stupid story for your hickeys.'

'So do I,' I grinned. 'Guess I just aggressively exercised.'

'Oh goodness, you idiot.'

I cuddled up with him and smiled. 'I do like you a lot, though.'

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