everything i wanted- DNF Fanfiction

~ The Adults Are Talling ~

Clay drove to George's dorm around 4:30 in the morning. He knocked on the door and was greeted by a very sleepy Karl. "What the fuck?" George appeared behind him, looking only slightly less tired, "Sorry, Karl, you can go back to bed." George motioned Clay to come in, so he did. He followed George to his room, "I think it would've been easier if you just stayed with me." George groaned as he picked out a few clothes and headed to his bathroom.

Clay looked around his room as he sat on George's bed. He fell onto his back and closed his eyes as he waited. He groaned when George hopped onto the bed, leaning over him. Clay opened his eyes to a smiling brunet on top of him, "Whatever you're thinking, no." George furrowed his brow, "Who says I was thinking anything?" Clay narrowed his eyes, "You're always thinking something."

George smirked before leaning down to kiss Clay. The blond, as much as he wanted to, didn't protest and kissed back. George slid his hand up Clay's shirt, pulling away when Clay smacked said hand. "I said no." George sat up with a sigh, "Would you ever let me top you?" Clay looked unamused, "It is 4 o'clock in the morning." George rolled his eyes, "I didn't mean right now."

"I never really gave it much thought. Why?" Clay answered as he placed his hands on George's thighs. "Because I want to see you undone. When I gave you a blow job, you whined and I can't get it out of my head." Clay rolled his eyes, "I did not whine." George smirked as he lowered his face closer to Clay's, "You wanna put that theory to the test?" Clay turned his face away, "Not particularly."

"Well too bad, because next time, I'll be in charge." Clay quirked a brow, pushing George against the mattress, "You'll be in charge, huh?" He held George's wrists above his head as he kissed him fervidly. He began to move down to George's neck when Karl opened the door. He leaned against the doorframe with an unamused look, "You know we don't fuck in the dorms." Clay looked back at him as he licked the saliva off of his lips.

Karl smirked as he pressed his knuckle against his chin, "He is hot when you work him just right." Clay looked down at George who was trying not to laugh, "I told you. He's like a wolf in heat." They both snickered as Clay shook his head, "You're gossiping about me behind my back?" George shrugged, "Sometimes. All good things, all good things." Clay hummed as he looked back at Karl who was practically undressing him with his eyes.

"It's a shame you won't share him." Karl pouted. George slipped his hands out of Clay's grasp, wrapping them around his neck protectively, "He's all mine." Clay felt his chest tighten at George's protectiveness. He slowly slipped his hand up George's shirt, making the brunet arch his back slightly. "Don't be do nothin' this early in the morning." Karl quirked a brow at Clay who scoffed, "He's the one instigating me." Karl hummed as he closed the door.

"Share me?" Clay looked at George who was still clinging to his neck. "Karl was talking about a threesome a couple weeks ago." That caught Clay by surprise, "Really?" George nodded, "Yeah, he likes you. Like, really likes you." Clay couldn't help but laugh, "Doesn't he have Alex or whatever?" George sighed heavily, "Yeah but he's gone back to Mexico for the summer so Karl's been quite lonely."

"Don't tell me you were actually considering it." George scoffed in disbelief, "No. Not... really." Clay's eyes widened, "A threesome? Really George?" The brunet just shrugged, "I've done things like that before." He spoke quietly. Clay had forgotten how experienced George was in that field. He sighed, catching George's attention, "Don't worry about it." Clay averted his eyes, "Did you like it?" George furrowed his brow, "What, threesomes?"

Clay shrugged without answering. George couldn't help but smile at Clay's sudden bashfulness, "They were... exciting. It's not something I would do all the time." Clay's expression was unchanging. "This probably isn't something we should be discussing before we go pick up your parents." Clay nodded as he looked back at George, "Yeah, that's true." He gave George a quick kiss before getting off of him.

They had to speed to the airport because they wasted so much time at George's apartment. His parents loaded their luggage and got into the back seats. "Oh, hello George." Kristin smiled as George looked back. "Hello." He waved to them. "I hope you two behaved yourselves while we were gone." Clay and George shared a look, smiling and looking away at the same time. Phil looked at Kristin with a similar look, only a lot older.

"After you guys get unpacked, there's something I wanna tell you." Clay closed the front door, handing one of their bags to Phil who nodded, "Sure thing. It's nothing bad is it?" Clay shrugged, "Might be." George smacked his arm with an unamused look that made Clay laugh. Phil nodded as he and Kristin headed to their room.

George and Clay sat next to each other at the kitchen table. George folded his arms and kept his eyes away from Clay. "Oh come on." Clay laughed as he also folded his arms, "Don't be angry with me just because you're nervous." George huffed as he tapped his foot repeatedly on the ground. Clay placed his hand on George's knee, "Calm down."

George nodded as he took a deep breath, placing his hands on the table. Clay took one of his hands and kissed his knuckles and then his wrist. George blushed, "I feel like I don't deserve you." Clay tilted his head as he smiled, "Chivalry is the least I can offer. I'm the one who doesn't deserve you after..." his words trailed off. George held Clay's jaw in his hand and pulled him in until Phil and Kristin reentered the kitchen.

Clay sat up as they sat at the other two seats at the table. Phil folded his hands on the table, "So?" Clay cleared his throat as he looked at George. He was tapping his foot again. Clay held George's hand under the table, putting the brunet at ease, "Uhm, so... it's not like a big deal but George and I are... dating." Kristin and Phil looked at George who was looking down and away.

Kristin held out her hand as Phil placed a twenty dollar bill in her hand with a sigh. Clay's jaw dropped as he exclaimed, "You bet on this?" Phil raised his hands defensively, "It was all Kristin's idea!" Clay shook his head as George laughed under his breath, finally looking at them. Phil sighed, "Well I must say, we don't know very much about you, George, but you seem alright. Given, our first impressions weren't the best."

George's eyes widened a bit, "Might I ask what your first impressions were?" Kristin took a deep breath, "Irresponsible? I mean, the first night you were here, you did smell like weed." George sighed sadly, "I'm very sorry about that." Clay placed his hand on George's back, rubbing circles into it, "He was a partier but we sort of put a stop to that." Phil gave a single nod to Clay, "Good. You have our blessing then."

George smiled genuinely, "Thank you so much." Kristin smiled as she clapped her fingertips together quickly, "Clay's never had a boyfriend before." Clay sighed, "Mom." George laughed, "Well, neither have I so, I guess we'll figure it out as we go." Phil rested his chin in his hand, "You're English right?" George nodded, "Yes. London." Phil nodded, "I would've guessed Brighton. I'm from the Netherlands."

"Ahh, Dutch. That explains the accent." They both laughed, making Kristin and Clay smile at each other. "What about your parents?" Phil asked, "Do they still live in England?" Clay watched as George's demeanor changed though he tried to hide it. "Yes, yes they do. I go visit them during Christmas." Phil furrowed his brow, "Just Christmas?" George bit his lip as he looked down.

"He's not very close to his family. They're not very... understanding." Clay filled in the gaps for them. Phil nodded slowly, "That's unfortunate. Well, we're more than happy to provide you with whatever you need." Kristin nodded, "We'll be your home away from home." George smiled, "Thank you."

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{Vote or whatever. You can really tell how old someone is and how much life experience they have based on their writing. I have skimmed some interesting fanfics where you can tell the author was a fucking 15 y/o. It's so cringey.}
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