what's stopping you?

pasta and cuddles, showers and hand holding

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

the drive is silent, which is odd, because they hardly ever sit in silence. it's not uncomfortable, of course, because they know each other too well for that, but it is definitely odd.

sapnap's sobered up by now, since sleeping, and he's far less emotional about everything. he thinks that it would be easier to pretend it never happened if he hadn't spoken to quackity about it, but they had texted after and his cousin didn't bring it up again, so he hoped that meant they could ignore it forever.

whilst he's still a little pressed on the whole matter, he's trying his best to ignore it- especially since george is currently sat in his passenger's seat, hair ruffled and eyes still half shut, dressed in the same clothes from last night.

the ravenette wasn't in the slightest bit surprised when he received a phone call, asking to pick him up from the one-night stand's house, and, of course, he was immediately on the way.

still wordless, sapnap pulls up outside his caravan, switching off the engine and going to open his car door.

"is it alright if i shower?" george asks, his voice raspy- sapnap hopes from sleep.

"yeah, course," he confirms easily, getting out of the car. george follows behind, dragging his feet as they make their way up and into the caravan. the brit heads off towards the small bathroom, though he pauses outside the door, looking back at sapnap.

"will you join me?"

and who was sapnap to deny such an offer? ever so slightly pissed or not, he wasn't going to turn down a shower with the boy he was so deeply into. "yeah, course."

he follows george into the bathroom, closing the door behind them to keep the shower steam out of the rest of his caravan, even though it means they had barely any space to move now, knees practically touching in the small space.

"i'm so tired," george complains, arms flopped by his side as he pouts up at sapnap.

the ravenette only smiles fondly, not even having to respond as he reaches forward, grabbing at the hem of george's t-shirt and tugging on it. the other boy smiles too, lifting his arms to aid the process as sapnap lifts the material up and off of him. he removes his top too before focusing his attention on george's jeans, unhooking the button and taking the zipper down. "either sit down or step out of them."

unsurprisingly, george sits down on the closed toilet lid. sapnap turns on the shower tap, to give it some time to warm up, before turning back to george and squatting down to tug the brit's jeans off of his legs, followed closely by his socks and boxers. he takes off his own socks whilst still on the floor, flinching slightly when there's suddenly a pair of hands in his hair.

he looks up to find george grinning sleepily down at him, and the british boy mutters, "you're pretty from this angle."

sapnap just scoffs light-heartedly, ignoring the suggestive comment as he stands back up, kicking off his sweats and boxers. "come on then idiot," he says, holding a hand out to the brunette boy, who takes it immediately.