behind closed doors

brotherhood

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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"george?"

the brit looks over at the mildly frustrated tone, humming in confusion.

"did you not hear what i just said?"

"uhm, no, sorry," he answers honestly, closing his locker and mixing up the numbers on the lock. "i zoned out."

quackity tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, squinting at his friend. "are you alright?" he worries.

"yeah, i'm just tired," he dismisses, lying through his teeth.

"are you sure?" the ravenette checks, seemingly unconvinced.

"yeah, one hundred per cent," george nods, shifting to face the other boy properly. "i just had a late night last night," he excuses, which is technically true.

"you can always talk to me," quackity tells him, the sincerity of his voice making george feel almost uncomfortable.

the brit laughs a little awkwardly, waving a dismissive hand. "really, it's not deep," he reassures, "don't worry about it."

"okay," quackity agrees reluctantly. "if you're sure."

"so, what is it you were saying?" george asks, grasping to any subject change he could find.

"oh, i can't even really remember now," quackity says, humming in thought, "i think it was something about..."

george's gaze drifts to the side, watching all the people who are making their way down the main hallway.

his heart stops when he catches sight of karl and one of his friends, tina. they're walking right towards him. well, actually, they're just walking down the hall, but they're walking in the direction where george is, meaning they're facing this way.

he's laughing with tina, looking at her as she talks.

the girl laughs too, and karl breaks his gaze from her, looking forward again as he walks.

george looks at quackity, not a single coherent thought in his mind as he grabs the ravenette's face, pulling his friend towards him so their lips smash together.

and quackity, expectedly, grunts in surprise, his hands coming up to george's chest in an attempt to push the brit off of him.

george doesn't budge, and a short moment passes before quackity clearly just decides to go along with it, his hands moving down to hold george's small waist as he starts to kiss him back.

with quackity more relaxed, george moves them slightly so quackity's back hits against the locker. the ravenette makes a whiney sound in protest of the harsh movement, but he doesn't make any further complaints as he wraps his arms tighter around george's waist, pulling him closer so their bodies are flush together.