DNF Oneshots to read at 3am { NOT FINISHED } 23/39

Dinner Date (SMUT)

George kept teasing Clay while they were at dinner with some friends. But when they got home, things got heated quick.

TW: Thigh Riding & Overstimulation??

Bottom George x Top Clay 😝

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/\~Clay's POV~/\

"You almost ready George?" I called from downstairs. "YEAH, JUST TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO TIE THIS DAMN TIE!!" He yelled back. I decided to go upstairs and help him. I walked into the bathroom and seen him watching a tutorial and messing up still. I laughed and walked over, "Here." I tied his tie within a few seconds.

   "How the hell-" I cut him off by kissing him. We both melted into the kiss and he pulled me closer by my tie. I rested my hands on his waist as I felt my pants get tighter. I broke the kiss, "We have to go to dinner now."

I grabbed his hand and walked with him to the car. "You smell good." George just randomly blurted out. "It's the cologne you got me hunny." I looked at him and winked. I opened the door of the passenger side for George and got into the drivers seat. Then we were on our way to the restaurant to meet Karl, Nick, Darryl, Zak, and Alex.

    George placed his hand on my thigh and worked his way up towards my crotch. I grabbed his hand and pushed it back towards him. "Stop, I'm already hard enough." I gave him a quick glance. He ignored me and put his hand on my hard dick and rubbed there. I let out a heavy breath from the feeling. I pushed his hand away again.

    "Can you wait until we get home, George?" I looked at him when we got to a red light. All he did was smile which made me smile. I messed up his hair a little. "HEY!! I JUST BRUSHED IT." He yelled at me. "It looks hotter like that." I winked and started driving again.

   We finally reached our destination and I held his hand as we walked into the fancy place. We walk up to this lady behind a counter. "We are here for Nick." I spoke to the lady. "Nick's party is at the booth back there!" She pointed at where they were sitting and gave me a smile. "Thanks." We walked over to the booth.

/\~George POV~/\

   "Hey guys!" Clay waved. "I missed you guys!!" I ran up and gave them each a hug. We were sitting in a semi-circular type booth in the corner. It was pretty nice. It was Karl, Nick, Alex, Zak, and the Darryl in that order. I sat next to Darryl and then Clay sat right next to me. We all picked up our menus skimming through what we wanted to drink first and then what we wanted for dinner.

   Clay slightly nudged me to get my attention. "You wanna share a margarita?" He softly smiled. "I never had one before, but sure!" I shrugged; looking back at my menu. "YOU NEVER HAD A MARGARITA?!" Nick and Alex both snapped at me in sync. Everyone at the table laughed including me. "Nope." I was still slightly giggling. "Oh my god George, you're so uncultured." Alex facepalmed. I rolled my eyes looking back at the menu. A few minutes after we were finished looking at the menu, the waitress came over.

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"Hello everybody, I will be your waitress for today! So, what can I get you to drink?" She looked at Karl first. "Oh! I'll get the Mango Margarita." He looked back at the waitress. "Of course," she winked at him. I looked over at Nick and he looked pissed. I looked back over at Clay and whispered, "Did you just see that?" He nodded and giggled.

   Nick put his hand on Karl's upper thigh. "Uh, what can I get for you?" She looked at Nick. "Oh! His lovely boyfriend will get the House Margarita." He gave her a sarcastic smile. "Frozen or rocks?" Her smile faded into a straight face. "Frozen." He looked back down at the menu, keeping his hand on Karl's thigh.