Clay woke up early that day, a surprise to every who knew— the sound of rain drops hitting against his window and the plants outside. He sighs, content as dreams of his flower boy. Right before he can kiss his flower boy, wakes up. "Stupid dreams— why can't they be real?" He sighs, grumbling as he stretches and get ready.
He puts on a pair of black jeans, an old pair of vans with a pair of white socks that still fit him pretty well, a white shirt with a pastel green hoodie on top, and his rain jacket accompanied with his umbrella.
He races out the door and runs over to the small coffee shop that George told him about, walking in and sitting down.
He sighs and takes in the view of the place. He hears the doorbell ring and turns, seeing a small boy—his flower boy—come into the coffee shop. He stands up from his seat and greets him, walking back to their shared table and sitting down.
"Hi Clay!" he giggles. Clay smiles but he can't help but notice that the older man is shivering.
"Are you cold?" He asks him, frowning as he looks at the way his teeth chatter.
"N-no.." the smaller of them both says, stubbornly.
"Hello gentlemen. How can I help you?" A younger waitress says, mostly looking at Clay.
George can't help but notice the way the waitress looks at him— he doesn't like that she's looking at him like that. He feels like only he could look at him like that. Is this jealousy? He asks himself.
"Um.. what would you like to get, Georgie?" Clay asks him. George blushes at the nickname.
"I'll get a coffee.. Um.. with a cup of cream and three teaspoons of sugar please," he mumbles shyly. Clay looks at him fondly, a little uncomfortable with the fact that the waitress was burning a hole through his head with her stare.
"I'll get s coffee with two sugars and a chocolate muffin, please." He tells her. The waitress nods, writing down the orders before hurrying into the kitchen.
"Clay— why was she looking at you, all funny-like?" George asks.
"I don't know, flow- Georgie." Clay murmurs. He only wants his flower boy to stare at him like that— not a waitress he barely knows or anyone else. He sees his flower boy frown and turns to him.
"Georgie, the only person that can look at me like that— that person is you.." Clay mumbles, leaning over the table with his tall height and hugging the boy. He feels the smaller boy sigh into his grasp. He pulls away as the waitress comes back. Sam was her name.
"Here you are!" The waitress hands them the two coffees and the rather large chocolate muffin. Georgie shyly nods as a 'thank you' while Clay thanks her verbally.
He looks at his coffee and frowns when he sees the scribbled group of numbers that were clearly written in sharpie. He takes the cardboard that keeps his hands from getting burned off of then cup, throwing it away in the nearest trash can and hat he can find. He looks up when he hears his flower boy giggle, but he can't help but notice the lie in his little laugh.
"What is it, Georgie?" Clay asks him, tilting his head to the side.
"Oh, it's nothing— the waitress spelled my name wrong, is all." He replies. He shows Clay the cup with the name scribbled in sharpie Gorge.
"Excuse me?" Clay raises an eyebrow.
"What is it, dream?" George let me the nickname slip out his mouth. Clay smiles as he hears the name smoothly roll off his tongue.
"Literally everyone with the name George spells their name as g-e-o-r-g-e?! How'd she get THAT wrong?" He huffs.
"Calm down, Clay, I'm sure that she meant no harm!" George frowns before offering a cute little grin. Clay calms down as he sees the grin.
"Okay, whatever will make you happy." Clay responds before taking a sip of his coffee. He takes a few bites of his muffin.
George takes a sip of his coffee, immediately spitting it out.
"George? You okay?" Clay replies quickly, grabbing a napkin and wiping away the spillage on the table.
"It tastes.. sour..." George makes a disgusted face, his nose scrunched up in distaste. How can my flower boy manage to stay pretty even when he's upset? Clay wonders. He stands up and grabs both coffees.
"Wait here." He tells him, before he heads over to the table where you get your sugar and cream. George twiddles his thumbs before taking a small bite of the chocolate muffin, mentally groaning as the tasty food erupts in his mouth. Another bite wouldn't hurt— right?
Soon enough, the one little bite of that chocolate muffin turned into two, then three, then four, then five, and now to six— no, seven bites. He quickly puts the muffin down as Clay returns, holding only his coffee.
"Here Georgie." He tells him, giving his own coffee to the flower boy.
"What? Why are you giving me yours?" he asks him.
"...because I want to you to be able to enjoy your coffee." Clay tells him, "I made it the way you like it— a cup of creamer and three teaspoons of sugar."
"Wow dream.. y-you didn't h-have t-to!" He stammers shyly.
"Yes I did. You're an important person in my life and you matter to me." He murmurs to him. George blushes.
"Wait a minute— did you eat some of my muffin?" Clay grins widely at the older boy, who shyly grins at him.
"Y-yes.." he mumbles, a little giggle escaping his mouth.
"Well don't let me stop you. Go ahead and eat the rest— I wasn't hungry anyway." Clay smiles at the boy. He quickly grabs the muffin and scarfs it down, groaning quietly as he tastes the gooey texture of the chocolate. The sweet flavor leaves a small stain on his taste buds, but he doesn't mind. He takes a gulp of the warm coffee that Clay once owned and giggled— clay was right, it was just like how he liked it.
"Woah there mister, you don't want to choke." Clay laughs. George's face begins to burn from being flustered.
"Here, you've got some crumbs on you." Clay murmurs. Right before George can ask where it is, Clay wipes away the muffin crumbs from the corner of his top lip. George's face flushes, his ear, neck, and cheeks turning a hot pink.
"Would you like to go to your house? We can read some of those books that you like." Clay asks him. He struggles to ignore the blush on George's face, ear, and neck. George nods shyly.
He could not wait to kiss his flower boy.. to be his flower boy's one true love..
