1 am || dreamnotfound

thirty - eight

clay raised his brows at the one who spoke. the one with the beanie.

"yeah, i am, and you two are his brothers," clay said.

the one who spoke nodded. "yup, i'm wilbur and this is techno."

"clay's one of my best friends now!" tommy chimed in as the two stood up from the couch. the young boy hugged clay tightly.

wilbur smiled. "that's great tommy, but he's done his job here."

clay laughed. "he's right, buddy. i'll be back again once your mom needs me."

tommy pouted. "but i want you to stay."

"he'll come back another time," wilbur said.

tommy finally let go and as clay slipped his shoes back on, techno spoke up. "can we have your number, maybe we can hang out soon."

clay hummed. "sure, why not."

he let both of them type their numbers into his phone, and then slipped his phone into his pocket. he waved a goodbye to the three boys before walking out to his skateboard and hopping on.

instead of heading back to his home, clay headed towards the gas station. he's been going there a lot recently, to grab the cig packs he thought he moved on from.

his phone was buzzing in his pocket but he ignored it until he got to the gas station, where he leaned against the brick wall and opened the texts.

george
babbbee, im bored
12:58pm
do u wanna come over
12:58pm

clay thought for a moment, staring inside the gas station and catching a glimpse of the packs.

clay
sure! i'll be there in
like ten mins
1:00pm

he stepped back onto his skateboard and rode off. the wind was harsh today and even with his crewneck, he was cold.

and george didn't know that he had stopped clay from downing another pack of cigs.

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he knocked on the door and the door flew open a few seconds later, showing george who was grinning.

"clay! hi!" george exclaimed as the blond stepped inside, slipping off his shoes.

clay smiled and pecked george's forehead. "hi darling, any other reason you wanted me to come over? other then you being bored?"

"nope," george said. "just wanted you to come over 'cause i'm lonely. my parents are gonna be gone for like two days."

as he leaned against the kitchen counter, clay tilted his head curiously, like a puppy. "why?"

"some stupid business trip," george muttered, frowning. clay didn't miss the spite in his voice.

clay's gaze softened. "and you don't like that."

george shook his head. "'cause i never get to see 'em, it's like i live here alone."

clay opened his mouth to speak, but george cut him off with a finger to his lips. "shush, i didn't make you come over to talk about that, too sad."

so, the blond gripped george's waist tightly and drew him in closely, bringing up one hand and lifting george's chin. "fine. but god, aren't you gorgeous. have i told you that today? i don't think so."

george's skin flushed to a tint of pink and his gaze drifted off somewhere else, but clay frowned. "look at me darling, let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours."

they truly were. so crazily fascinating.

george hesitantly looked towards clay, teeth knawing on his bottom lip until clay's lips slammed into his. george muffled a gasp and kissed back just as harshly.

clay shoved them backwards into george's back slammed into the fridge and he was trapped. clay was relentless. teeth piercing into george's lip and tongue prodding and begging to get into george's mouth.

clay shifted his hips and his crotch rubbed against george's, which finally got the boy to gasp and let clay's tongue slip in. his hands roamed george's body, gripping harshly and slipping under his shirt to roam up his chest.

george whimpered when clay lifted his lips and pressed open-mouth kisses all over his collarbone and neck, and even right next to his jaw, where no clothing could cover it up.

when george bit his lip to catch the moan that threatened to slip, clay growled, looking up through his lashes. "don't you fucking dare stay quiet. we're alone baby, make as much noise as you want."

george groaned at just his pure tone, head lolling back.

clay dropped to his knees, looking at george for any shift or any hesitation but george nodded, lifting his hips slightly.

clay's eager hands unbuttoned the four buttons on george's jeans and grinned when he saw the boy's hard dick throbbing beneath his undergarments. he slipped them off next and slowly, painfully slow, took his dick in his mouth.

george's shuddered moan had clay throbbing in his pants, but he ignored it, for now, it was all about george.

both of his hands slipped into clay's hair, fingers threading and already tugging on his his locks as clay took in more, forcing himself not to gag as george's dick hit his throat.

he tilted his head, bobbing up and down slowly while one metal adorned hand wrapped around the base.

"fuck, clay," george panted. his tongue lolled out of mouth and oh how clay wished he could spit on it right then and there.

his tongue piercing glided against the underside of his dick, earning a gasp from george. "fuck, clay, that was--fuck--cold."

clay grinned and moved away only enough for the head to rest on his lips. "yeah? well, i know it feels good. just use me, baby. use my fucking mouth."

he ducked his head again, hollowing out his cheeks. his lips were slick with saliva, but the fuck, didn't george look hot right now.

his hands were tangled in clay's hair, tugging as clay moved his head and jaw. george's mouth was slack and his eyes were closed tightly.

he growled and dragged his teeth along his dick. "i told you use me, didn't i? do you not want to?"

george groaned. "fuck, yes, i do, clay, i do."

"well then, fucking act like it."

george thrusted his hips, dick sliding up and down clay's throat. clay gagged, but took it. each time his tongue piercing slid against the underside of his dick, george moaned, so fucking pretty.

"fuck, clay, fuck. i'm--" he gasped, groan slipping through his lips and he threw his head back, banging againt the fridge--"so close."

"yeah?" clay taunted. his jaw ached. "then come for me, princess, down my fucking throat."

that threw george over the edge as he released, moaning. clay shut his eyes, pulling away hastily and panting.

george collasped on the floor. "fuck, clay."

clay grinned and crawled next to george, letting his rest his head on his shoulder. "liked it?"

"are you really asking that?"

clay laughed and kissed george. george groaned at the taste of himself on the lips of the blond.

not even seconds later, there was a knock on the door, followed by the voices of their friends.

"oh, fuck."