the man in the suit // dreamnotfound

~6~

Clays pov

My eyes slowly open as I feel someone move next to me cuddling into me.

I open my eyes and look at george, i can barely see due to the lights being off in the house.

He's fast asleep.

I grab my phone and turn it on to check the time.

1:02am.

"George" I whisper, he doesn't answer.

"George" I say louder.

He squint his eye shut, "what?" He whispers, I sit up slightly he groans gripping my neck with his arms.

"Where are you going?" He whispers, "I'm taking us to my room" I whisper and pull him on my lap and lift him bridal style.

"I need a drink" he whispers, "I'll spit in your mouth" I whisper, "I hate you" he whispers, "seems like it" I say sarcastically.

When I reach my bedroom he's almost asleep.

"Do you want to get changed out of your suit?" I ask, he nods, I sit him on my pants and let go of him, I begin to walk away but he grabs my hand.

"Your so clingy" I whisper, he wro my arms around his waist and pull him up, I turn the light on in my walking closet, he groans and burys his head in my chest.

I grab sweatpants, "do you want a hoodie or a t shirt" I whisper, "hoodie" he answers.

I grab a hoodie then I let go of him and begin to unbutton his jacket.

He suddenly cups my cheek, "clay" he whispers, "please don't pretend you care" he whispers, I stare at him.

For some reason it hurt me.

He's been misused  I can see it in his eyes and the way he said that.

"Only if you don't" I whisper and kiss his forehead softly.

He miles and rests his head on my chest, I can't help but smile too as I undress him.

I promised myself I wouldn't gain a soft spot for him.

When he's dressed in my sweatpants and a hoodie I place my hands on his waist, he wraps his arms around my neck and I press our lips together, he kisses back.

I pull his legs around my waist and he pulls away burying his head in my neck.

I carry him into the bedroom place him on the bed, "I'm gonna have a shower" I whisper, "Mm k" he says.

I pull the blankets over him the turn and walk into the bathroom.

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George's pov

I feel someone's arm remove from me and sit up directly behind me.

I groan and turn over opening my eyes slightly.

I look up at clay, he's topless and sits on his phone.

He looks down at me.

He turns his phone off and lays down again.

I lift my head on clays chest and he wraps his arms around me.

"Today we have to walk around town together to make our relashinship 'real'" clay whispers.

"Theres gonna be people though" I groan, "no shit" clay says.

I draw circles on clays clays chest with my fingers, he sighs, I run my hand down his abs then to his pants, I run my hand over his dick.

His breath hitches and he grabs my hand stopping it, I smirk, he loosens the grip on my hand, I rub his dick with my finger the tent in his sweatpants growing.

"George, don't tease me" he whispers quickly as he breaths heavily.

I kiss his chest, he sqeezes my waist, I slip my hand in his pants and run my finger over his dick softly, he breaths heavily, his chest raising and falling quickly.

I pull my hand out then sit up and move my knee on the other side of his body and sit on his dick.

I lean down and kiss his chest roughly, he runs his hand over my ass and up my back.

"Fuck~" he whispers as I adjust myself on him, I can feel his hard dick against my crotch.

It makes want to give him want he wants but I'm only giving him karma for yesterday at the dinner table.

"George don't fucking tease me" he whispers, "I'll do what I want" I whisper and get off him.