No one cares || Dnf

86. strength

George POV

I lay down on the freshly made bed and took my cell phone to check the time, which was already 18:34. I widened my eyes when I saw all the notifications from Nick.
'Where are you?!'
'Please tell me you're with Clay'
'Please answer when you read this!'
'Georgeeeee, please tell me you're just having sex with Clay and are not dead!!!!'

I had to giggle and quickly responded 'Yes Nick, everything is fine. I testified this morning, when you had lesson, at the principal. Then I went to Clay's place with my second key and when he got home we made up.', Then I hung another '(thank you for not ringing the doorbell or calling one of us;))' behind it before sending it.

"Why are you smiling?", I heard Clay giggling when he entered the room with a towel around his waist.
"Nick was worried why I wasn't at his house", I said, putting the phone to the side.
"Thank god he didn't interrupted us with a phone call, huh?", he grinned while opening his closet.
"I wouldn't have let you answer anyway", I smirked while sitting up and slowly crawling to the end of the bed.
"I'm pretty sure I also wouldn't have answered it", he meant while getting clothes out of the closet.

At the end of the bed I lay on my stomach, put my arms on the bed with my elbows and then put my head in my hands. When Clay dropped the towel to put on his boxer shorts, my gaze wandered down on him which he noticed and raised an eyebrow at me.
"Gosh, why do you always look so damn good?", I sighed with a small smile, "It's so unfair!"
He giggled while putting on the shorts and then the rest of the clothes.

When he was completely dressed, he came over to me, leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.
"But no one's able to look as cute as you, Georgie", he smiled.
Then I sat up, grabbed his hoodie and pulled him onto the bed with me. We snuggled together and lay lazy in bed for the rest of the day.

-Time skip-

"George, are you fit again?", the coach yelled over to me when Clay and I came to the sports field together after school. Of course we were wearing our matching rugby clothes.
"Yes", I laughed awkwardly, not exactly knowing what he meant.
"Ready to see your boyfriend on the weight bench? He lifted 90 kilos on Tuesday. Well done", he smiled at us.
"Wow, what did I miss? 90 kilo? I want to see that", I looked at Clay surprised.
"That's nothing, I can do more", he giggled.
"Show-off", I scoffed.

We went to the training studio and everyone looked for a piece of equipment. Clay went to the weight bench and I followed him.
"Show what you got, dog", I grinned at him.
"Stop calling me that", he giggled while going over to the weights. He took two weights with the number 15 kilos on them and put them on the dumbbell.
"What's up with the 90 kilo, huh?", I scoffed, sitting down next to the bench.

"First something to come in, then I'll do more little by little", he said, lying down on the bench.
"Okay", I sighed.
But then he lifted the dumbbell and his muscles tensed and I clenched my teeth when my breath stopped. He had put on a sport top for the training studio, in which he looked awesome. But then after 3 pulls he put it down again and picked up more weights. I watched him as he now put 20 more kilo on each side. He lay down again and continued lifting the dumbbell.

I swallowed as my mouth slightly opened.
"God, that is so fucking hot", I whispered to myself.
"What?", Clay giggled.
"What?!", I was torn from my thoughts, "Did I just say that out loud?"
"Yes", he laughed while putting the dumbbell back into the holder. Then he got up again and fetched 15 more kilos twice.

"Could you please fuck me right now?", I said again in thoughts when I looked at his muscular body.
"George!", he laughed
"What?! I- I'm so sorry!", I panicked, quickly looking away with a bright blush.

"You're so cute", Clay laughed, focusing on the lifting again.
'And you're so fucking hot', I thought myself, getting even redder while still looking to the floor.
"Hey George, your boyfriend's doing great, right?", the coach eventually came to us.
"Ye-yes, he- he's doing really great", I smiled awkwardly at him.
"You want to try it too?", he raised his eyebrows at me.
"Wh- what, me? No, I think I couldn't even lift 10 kilo.....", I rubbed the back of my neck.
"Ouh come on, try it!", he said with an excited expression, "I bet you can lift 15!"

"Well...okay....", I said, standing up and changing place with Clay. He and the trainer took all the weights off the dumbbell until there were only 5 kilo on both of them. The coach then stood behind me and Clay stood over me, one leg left, one left right.
"I- okay, I can't do that", I said when I grabbed the dumbbell.
"George, we're here and help you", Clay gave me a comfortable smile.
"We have our hands under the dumbbell all the time, so if you can't, we have it", the coach said.

"Okay....", I eventually sighed and got ready. I slowly lifted the dumbbell from the holder and held it up for the time being.
"Good, good, you're doing great George", the coach said excited.
"Okay, now slowly down and back up", Clay said calmly. When he noticed my panic-like behavior and rapid breathing, he said relaxing to me "Hey, I'm here Georgie, it's fine."
"Okay, okay....", I slowly breathed in and out. Then I let it down slowly and pushed it up again with all my strength. I managed it! Yes!

"Yes!", Clay smiled broadly, "Awesome!"
"That's good George, wonderful!", the coach said excited. I thought I would do it again, but halfway through I ran out of strength.

"Okay, okay, help", I said, trying to push it back up. The two took the dumbbell and helped me put it back into the holder.
"That was great George, I'm proud of you", Clay smiled at me when I got up from the bench. I smiled back and as I looked at him like that, I felt the need for him and wrapped my arms around him in a hug. I cuddled my head on his chest and immediately felt good, even if there was a lot of stinky sweat.

"George, I'm sweating", Clay giggled.
"I don't care. I love you", I smiled, looking up to him.
"I love you too", he smiled wholesomely back and softly lay his lips on mine while also wrapping his arms around me.

"Okay, I'll leave you guys then back alone, Clay keep up the good work", I heard the coach behind me saying before leaving us.
"What did you say earlier? Fuck me right now?", Clay smirked at me.
"Not in front of all those guys!", I widened my eyes, "They would be too jealous." I smirked.
With a small laugh we pulled away and Clay went back to the weights.

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