First time || (dnf fanfic)

Losing bet

George walked up to the tattoo parlor, was he really about to do this?

He walked in slowly and walked up to the checkin desk.

A girl asked him some questions and told him they could fit him in today, he would have to wait though.

George groaned and agreed to wait, walking to the chairs next to the parlor door to sit.

"George?" The woman called, George got up, scared.

"mkay, clay will take you from here"

George looked to the man standing next to her, he had wavy midlength dirty blonde hair and forest green eyes. He was adorned with piercings and tattoos on each arm. He definitely scared George.

clay walked over to the chair and sat down on the stool next to it. He pat the seat noting George to lay down.

Clay grabbed gloves, putting them on, and began to prepare the tattoo pen.

"I- um- i like your piercings" George shyly uttered out.

Clay looked up, "thanks! You got any?"

"No- no, heh I wish I had the confidence for them" George rubbed his arm.

clay grabbed his arm lightly to lay it flat, shocking George a bit,

"They really don't take confidence, it's just how you present them."

"oh, heh" George looked at clays hand, it had scars on it and small tattoos near the knuckles. It was definitely bigger than his arm by a lot.

Clay let go and grabbed a cotton ball and a bottle, his hand covering the label.

"what's that?"

Clay looked confused, and looked to the bottle.

"Oh this is Dettol it's a cleaning solution that's" clay tapped George's arm "supposed to clean the skin before I start"

George made a realization face and continued looking at clay, studying the rest of him. He had a black ripped shirt with some band he didn't know the name of and matching black jeans. he seemed like a total metalhead.

"I probably don't seem to be the type of guy to get a tattoo, huh?"

"oh we get all sorts of people here" clays mind wondered, and he whispered under his breath, something that George couldn't makeout, while putting the cotton ball on George's skin.

George's heart felt like it skipped a beat right there, his face felt hot. How could he make him feel this way?

George looked away, "uh- so you can tell I'm new at this then?"

"I can definitely tell this is your first time, George"

George looked back, almost shocked with a red face.

clay reached over to the table and grabbed the tracing paper, not noticing George's face.

"oh is this the- tattoo?"

"No- heh this is paper I put down so I can get a basic shape. Think of it as the sketch layer to a drawing"

Clay looked up from the arm to George,

"Hm" clay smirked slightly looked back down to the arm, grabbing the dip pen.

George tried to work in his mind what that one noise meant.

"So why'd you get a flame?"

"Oh- um- ugh this is gonna sound stupid but I-"

"Let me guess, you lost a bet?"

"Oh my god-"

"heh it's fine, you know-" clay set down the dip pen and turned his head to point at a small smile on his neck, "I lost a bet and had to get one too"

George looked at the smile and his eyes wondered to the other parts of clays neck, his mind wondering with it. Clay looked back to George who snapped out of his daydream.

"pretty cool huh?"

"yeah, definitely"

Clay picked up the pen again and began to trace the paper on George's arm. He was shaking the whole time.

"do you need me to stop?"

"what? No-"

"Are you sure?"

"I- maybe?"

"it's okay, tattoos can be scary"

clay rubbed the upper part of George's arm.

"It will be alright"

He put the pen down and grabbed the machine,

"would you like me to count down when I'm gonna put the machine on?"

"um yeah? Yeah sure"

"Alright George, this is gonna sting a bit okay?"

George nodded and clay began to count,

"3"

George's heart started to beat faster, he closed his eyes.

"2"

he focused on clays voice, the way it melted and the way he pronounced words. His voice was so smooth yet so ruff.

"1"

The machine touched George's skin, it stung and hurt. George bit his lip to keep himself from screaming.

clay listened to the sounds George was making, his heavy breathing matched with random spurts of sharp inhaling.

clay had seen this reaction in most newbies but something about George was different- he couldn't pinpoint why...

the pen lifted from George and he opened his eyes,

"oh..." George breathily said  "is it done?"

"heh no sadly, we still have the red"

George groaned, and ready himself for hell again.

George's mind wondered this time, not focusing on the pain but this time on clay. Why was he- he didn't know how to word it and didn't know how to feel.

"Okay George, it's done"

"Finally!" George looked to his arm. It had the little flame in black and red ink.

"I just need to clean it and patch it and you will be good to go!" Clay smiled and George felt the weird feeling again.

clay cleaned the tattoo and and rubbed on the patch to cover it. Probably rubbing it a little longer than he should.

"Hm, okay-" clay took off his gloves and signaled for George to get up.

Clay walked to the checkin desk and handed a bag to George.

"This has all the stuff you need to take care of it, from cleaning to feeding," clay laughed

George took the bag and laughed with him,

"Oh and before you go-" clay reached into his back pocket, pulling out a business card, he slid it to George "in case you get the courage to get a piercing or lose another bet, call me"

"oh-" George grabbed it and blushed a bit "okay! Heh"

"Have fun George"

"You too clay!"

George left the tattoo parlor looking at the card, the number on it wasn't the same as the number on the front.

Was? Was this clays number?