Someone cares // No one cares part 2 || Dnf

18. present

George POV

While strolling through the mall, looking for a gift for Clay, I tried calling Nick a few times for advice, but he never answered. He didn't read my messages either. Must have been busy.

"God, what do you get your boyfriend for Christmas?....", I mumbled to myself, looking out for good shops.
Something related to football?...no, too boring and obvious.
Something romantic?....nahhhhhh. Also boring.

'Come on! It's like I don't know my own boyfriend!', ran through my head loudly when I started getting angry at myself.
What could he like, what could he like..........

Suddenly I stopped and held my breath as I passed a specific shop.
It was a little store that sold sex toys and stuff.

'Would he like something like that?.....
No! Erase it from your mind!!!'
I started talking to myself in my head and quickly kept on walking.

'But what if.....he might be in such kind of stuff......nah, stop thinking about it! Now! Shut up!'
Gosh, I thought I'd be going crazy.

Flowers? Eww, no. Not an option at all. Boring, absolutely not imaginative and weird. Come on! Think harder!!!!!!
Clothes? No, come on!

As I thought about some options, always something erotic came into my mind, like harness or stuff. I didn't want to buy something like that and tried to get rid of this idea all the time.
'Please don't end up with buying a choker or something. That'd be so fucking pathetic, gosh....', I kept talking to myself imaginary.

Suddenly my phone began to vibrate and I quickly took it out of my jeans pocket to look at the screen.
Nick was calling, thank god.

"Nick", I smiled broadly, searching a corner where I could have the call in peace.
"Hey Georgieeeeeee~", I could also hear his smile.
"You read my messages?"
"Yeah. You still need help?", he asked.

"Yes please. I am despairing", I sighed.
"Listen", he said calmly, "I think it'd be the best option if you give him something that connects you two. Not just something, but a gift that makes him smile and think of you, you know?"
"For example...?", I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know. You're the one who has to know that."
"Wow, thank you for the help Nick, now I'm soooooooo much absolutely not closer to a solution", I huffed.
I heard a little giggle on the other side of the phone.

"Well, why don't you think of asking him what he wants?", Nick finally asked.
"Because it's a surprise you dumbass. I don't want him to know what he'll get", I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, what does Clay like?"
"Dude! I'm asking youuuuuu!", I yelled out, quickly slapping my hand on my mouth when realizing how loud I was.

"You're his fucking boyfriend!", he replied.
"But you know him longer than I do! You're his best friend!", I defended. Or rather tried to.
"But what I'd give him is not at all compared to what you'd give him in your relationship to one another!"

Okay, he maybe got a point there.

"Well.....what would you give him?", I eventually asked.
"Look George, Clay's parents are rich. He always was able to have everything he wants. Don't you think something material would be a joke? Make it personal. Make it.....mental, physical. I can just tell you that he'll be happy about everything, because it's from you", Nick sighed.

"So it doesn't matter what I give to him?", I asked carefully.
"That's not what I said. The meaning matters. Like, I don't know, something that connects you, something that makes him feel happy whenever he thinks of it and knows that it's from his amazing boyfriend. Show him you love him."

Hmm....

"Okay....", I groaned, "I'll find something."
"I'm sure you will George", I heard a smile, "Good luck on your search. And remember. Don't think too much about the object. Think of the meaning."
"Okay", I sighed.
"See ya then! And have a good Christmas!"
"You too! Bye", we said goodbye and hung up.

The meaning behind it.....what could have a meaning.....

And that's when I had a great idea.

I spent about 30 minutes in the mall to buy everything I needed and then went back home.
My idea was to tell our story and remind him of everything we had gone through together. I had an exact imagination of what I wanted to do and couldn't wait to start.

"Hey, where were you?", Clay ran into my arms when I stepped into the house.
"You missed me?", I giggled, running my hand through his hair.
"Yes", he mumbled into my shoulder, his arms tightly around my waist.

He had to lean down and to me it looked like it must hurt his back, so I pushed him away from me gently and hugged him myself, so he could put his head on mine and wrap his arms around my shoulders.

"Hey, what's that?", he finally asked, pointing at the bag in my hand that I had from the mall to put all my purchases in.
"Uhhhh,....nothing", I tried to avoid being suspicious to him and made my way to the bedroom after taking off my jacket and shoes.

"George, where were you and what is in that bag???", my boyfriend ran after me.
"I said nothing!", I giggled, closing the door before he could enter.
Unfortunately we had no lock there and his strength far exceeded mine. So he pressed the door open and walked towards me quickly.

"Clay! No!", I pointed my hand out to him, hiding the bag behind me.
"I want to know what's in there!", he tried to reach it.

For the sake of Christmas and my present, I quickly turned us around, Clay being turned with his back to the bed, threw the bag aside and pushed the taller boy onto the mattress.
"George", Clay giggled.
"I won't tell you what's in it", I crawled on top of him.

"Come on~~~", he made a hot facial expression, "I want to knowww~."
"Uh-uh", I shook my head with a smirk before placing my lips on his.
He seemed to enjoyed this kiss and pulled me down, onto him, by my waist.

"Does it have to be a secret? Whyyy?", he eventually pulled away, giving me puppy eyes.
"Because", I smiled, running my thumb over his bottom lip before kissing him again.

The lower part of my body was laying on him while my upper body was propped up by my arms. My elbows next to Clay's head and my hands behind his head, playing with his hair.
My legs were slightly entwined with his and our tongues had a soft and pleasant conversation.

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