walks // dreamnotfound

~5~

Clays pov

I look over at George who's fast asleep in the passengers seat.

He looks so peaceful, I get out the car and walk to his side, opening the door then slipping him into my arms and carry him bridal style into my house and then upstairs to my room.

I lay him down on my bed and he finally wakes up.

He groans and wraps his arms tightly around my neck.

I lower him onto my bed, he opens his eyes slowly as I pull the blankets over him, I turn to leave, I feel my arm grabbed.

"Stay" George whispers.

I was hoping he'd say that.

I climb in bed on the other side of him  and he moves closer to me and cuddles into my side.

I turn to my side and he cuddles into my chest, I wrap my arms around him,   soon I hear his soft snores.

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George's pov

I wake in an unfamiliar room.

The sun shining through the curtains, I can hear someone in the shower.

We cuddled.

Just friends George.

He doesn't think of you in any other sway.

He's probably straight anyway.

I cuddle into the blankets more, the shower turns off, a minute later the bathroom door opens, I look over at clay, he has a towel sitting lower on his waist showing off a little of his v line.

"Good morning" he says, "hmm" I look away and cuddle back into the blankets.

He's so hot oml

He walks into a walking closet and shuts the door behind him.

I sit up in bed and grab my phone.

I check the time, 12:34pm

I run my fingers through my hair to smoothen it out a little.

Clay comes back out in sweatpants amd a t shirt.

He sits down on the bed infrotn of me and pulls out his phone.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, I shrug, I tilt my head to the side and focus my eyes on a picture on the wall.

I squint my eyes to try and see it better, I think it's him and his friend.

I feel ckay ruffle my hair up, "fuck off" I groan, he laughs getting up and walking to the door.

He leaves me in the room.

But soon after I make my way to the stairs, likely it wasnt hard to find them.

I walk down them and into the kitchen.

"Do you like pancakes?" He asks, I nod, "right" clay says, "help me make them" he says, I groan amd walk into the kitchen.

He passes me a big steel bowl, then some more ingredients.

I begin to mix some of the things in, clay watches, "your supposed to help me" I laugh, he smiles then shrugs, I reach for the flour then begin to pour some in.

"No" he says taking the bag from me, "that's not how your supposed to do it" he says, "does it matter?" I ask trying to take it from him, "yes it does" he answers.

"It's doesn't now give it back" I say annoyed and try to reach for it.

He walks to the bowl with the bag of flour above his head in his hand.

"Clay stop being an asshole" I say, "no, your going to do it wrong" he says, I reach for it this time I grab hold of it.

I take it from him, he grabs the other side and pulls it to him but I keep hold of it.

We both pull on it, then the bag exploded and flour goes everywhere.

All over my face and clay.

We both stand speechless for a couple seconds, then burst into a laughing fit.

He dips the last remaining flour in while we're still laughing.

"Why didn't you just let me do it?" I laugh, "you were doing it wrong!" he laughs.

After we've stopped laughing we both finish making the mix then pour it into a pan.

He gives me the thing to flip it with, "I'm so bad at it, you do it" I say handing it back, "you" he says pushing it away.

I roll my eyes and wait for a little, then I go to flip it and completely fail.

Clay laughs, "I told you I was bad" I laugh.

My mind quickly switches to eating it.

I don't have my pills so this could go bad.

Clay flips the rest, "how many?" He asks, "one" I say sitting on a stool.

He puts one on my plate, "clay you don't have any like..I don't know, pills" he stares at me in disbelief, "I'm not a drug addict, no, i-" I stop myself.

"I have a ed" I say quickly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He says, "because..I don't know" I shrug, he opens a cabinet, "I used to be friends with someone with a ed, so I think I might have some" he says, "thank you" I whisper, he searches a little then pulls out a small bottle and hands it to me.

I take it and read what type they are.

I need two.

I open it and grab the glass of  water clay out on the counter for me.

I type two into my hand then quickly down them and down some water to wash down down disgusting taste of them.

Clay sits down next to me on a stool with his food, "they're disgusting" I say, "they probably are" clay laughs, I smile at him.