@Hattkat2003 requested a Glake imagine and I'm so happy you guys liked the Greece one, so here you go.
Inspired by Bebe Rexha - Grace x (you should listen to the song while reading but whatever, your choice)
Written- 04/07/18
"George, we shouldn't", Blake's voice stopped George in his tracks. They both knew they shouldn't, they shouldn't have kissed last week, they shouldn't have confessed any feelings to each other yesterday, they shouldn't be here now, wrapped in each other's arms, as if holding on for dear life.
"But we both like each other", George sighed, he knew why they shouldn't. He knew how it was with fans and management, they both knew this wasn't supposed to happen.
Blake breathed out forcefully, it was taking everything in him not to kiss George.
They were lying in George's bunk in the tour bus, it was about 10pm and Reece was already asleep, exhausted from the day of travelling. Ben and Tanner were in a separate bus right now, which meant it was just them.
Just Blake and George and their erratic heartbeats and confused minds.
If it feels this right, how can it possibly be wrong? Blake wondered at the same time as George was thinking, how can you fall for someone, and then be told it's wrong?
Blake was feeling as if his heart was breaking, because the last thing he ever wanted was to hurt George, but he didn't want a relationship like this. They both knew if this was to continue then they would have to hide it, and Blake didn't think he could face it.
"Hey", George murmured, running his hand through Blake's hair, feeling the soft, dark locks slipping through his fingers again and again in comforting motions.
Blake felt his tension desert his body at the actions of the older boy.
"Let's not think about that right now", George suggested and Blake hummed happily in response, losing himself to George's touch. Blake nodded, I'll just live for now, live as if there is no tomorrow and love George as if there is nobody telling me it's wrong.
Blake closed his eyes momentarily, but when he did all he could picture was George. George kissing him, George telling him how he felt, George crumbling at the thought Blake didn't feel the same, when he did.
So Blake opened his eyes again almost immediately and George smiled at him.
God he looks adorable, was all that ran through Blake's messed up mind.
Blake was leaning in before he could stop himself, before he could even think.
George kissed him back immediately and that was all the confirmation the younger boy needed to wrap his hands around George's neck. The skin felt cool against his palms, and his fingers traced up and down his skin gently.
He forgot everything, he forgot absolutely everything except for the sensation that he was feeling. A tingling that spread right through his body, a knot in his stomach, he was once again reminded of how perfectly wrong George and him were.
Blake pulled away after a minute, breathless and eyes glinting. He was lost for words.
"Wow", George whispered once he had recovered enough to find a single word, lodged somewhere between Blake and Blake in his mind, was one word.
"Wow", he repeated dizzily.
He wanted Blake's touch again, he wanted Blake's kiss again, and he needed a reminder that it had actually happened, he needed to latch onto Blake because he felt so confused, and Blake was the only one who knew how he felt.
