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34 Tomathy Avenue

heh sorry this took a few days thats my bad

in my defense this is a long ass chapter

here's the smut chapter... if you dont want to read smut, stop reading at the warning!! there is a good amount of plot to this chapter so please don't skip it entirely

CW: kissing, smut

Previously...

Clay disappeared quickly after that, leaving George stunned and alone in his car. Still trying to process what had just happened, George repeated the address to himself.

"34 Tomathy Avenue. 10 pm. Tonight."

3rd Person P.O.V.

George sat in his room, typing the address Clay had given him into Google Maps. He knew he would have to walk- and alone, at that- so he wanted to have this all planned out before he actually left his house.

It was around 9 pm now, and George was full of anxious excited energy. He didn't know what Clay had in mind, but after their kiss that morning, he was willing to bet it had something to do with their relationship. Or... the lack thereof.

George wasn't quite sure what to do with his time. Was he supposed to dress up nice? Or would that seem too desperate? He really had no idea what the situation called for.

In the end, George decided he would stay in what he was already wearing- mostly because he spent too much time worrying about it, and now it was time for him to go.

He dropped from the window, pulling up Google Maps again and following the directions to the mysterious address. George walked quickly and quietly on the dimly lit streets, until his phone stopped him in front of a medium sized white house.

34 Tomathy Avenue.

The house itself was in decent shape, the garden was a little overgrown and the lawn was a bit patchy, but otherwise everything looked great. George sat outside, not daring to go up to the house, and texted Clay.

"Mattie!" Clay called, making George turn. The blond was standing in the doorway of the house, smiling and waving. "Over here!" George got up, jogging up to the door and following Clay inside.

"Ooh, it's chilly outside... here, warm up, there a blanket on the couch. Make yourself at home," Clay insisted. The brunette nodded, sitting down on the couch and grabbing the blanket Clay had mentioned.

Clay returned a minute late with two small mugs, a light chamomile tea in both. He handed one to George, and they both sipped at the hot liquid, cupping the mug in their hands.

"So..." George trailed off, feeling a little unsettled. Clay sat down next to him, smiling.

"Right, sorry. Mattie, welcome to my house!" Clay gestured all around them, at the cozy living room area connected to a small, but neat kitchen. "I thought it'd be nice to hang out here, where it's more private..." Clay smiled sheepishly.

"What about your parents?" George wondered, taking another sip of his tea.

"On vacation. It's just the two of us." George made a small hum of approval, nodding. Clay stood up, a light smirk dancing across his features. "Here, come with me." He offered George a hand, and led the smaller boy up a flight of stairs and into a bedroom decorated in green and gray.