[ Dreamnotfound Oneshots ]

Drunk actions are sober thoughts

TW: Smut and Alcoholic tendency's. 

Setting: George and Clay have lived with each other for about 6 months. George is oblivious of his feelings towards Clay but Clay is completely aware of his feelings for George.

Clay P.O.V

I stared out the window waiting for the drink from the bartender. The leafs made a soft clatter as they swayed against the foggy glass. He felt a cold sensation on his forearm and turned his head around. His margarita that he ordered was swirling around in the round glass it was in. Clay nodded his head at the bartender as a 'thanks' instead of using words.

He slid the glass of orange slush away from his arm, pouring the extra little container of alcohol in the drink and mixing it up with his straw. Trying to get his thoughts off of what had just happened, he took a large sip of the drink. He felt the alcohol send immediate adrenaline through his veins. Over the months of living with George he had visited this bar frequently to the point where the bartender didn't even need to ask what he wanted.

The feeling of the alcohol rushing through his blood. He felt himself getting addicted to the feeling of the dopamine rising in his brain by the third time he had entered this bar. He knew is was becoming an issue, but it was something he couldn't control.

He took the straw and swooshed the drink around again, he took another large sip but kept his mouth on the straw, when he swallowed the first sip he took another gulp of the drink down and finally removed his mouth from the drink. He heard the door from the bar swing open but ignored it and continued daydreaming about the random things that happened earlier in the day.

He suddenly heard the chair next to him squeak next to him. He jotted his head to the right and saw George glaring at him angrily. "So this is where the hell you've been going all this time." I could hear the disappointment in his voice. Side note that I probably should have mentioned earlier, I never told George where I was going when I went to the bar. When I would come home drunk, I made sure to avoid him as much as possible and use being 'exhausted' as an excuse for stumbling.

"George.. How did you—" George interrupted me, "I followed you." Suddenly I remembered what happened earlier. I was taking a shower and as soon as I walked out George had walked in on me. It was only for a split second but god  was it embarrassing. When I had dried off and put clothes on I rushed out the door and to the bar which was only about a block away.

I felt my face flush a pink tint from the memory, my face practically radiating heat. I looked away and we just sat there in awkward silence. Did I just ruin our relationship? Things wouldn't be the same after this.. right? I sharply inhaled through my teeth while gritting them at the same time. I did my best to stop the tears running down my face but I couldn't stop it. The hot tears poured down my face, making the the pink tinted freckles that were littered across my nose and cheeks, glisten.

"D-Dream, I didn't mean to make you cry." I felt his hand slowly make it's way to my shoulder. "I just.." My voice started to crack as more tears poured down my face, "I didn't tell you because.. because I didn't want to disappoint you." I lifted my head and glared at him. His eyes were filled with worry, I would of smiled if the reasoning was different. "Let's just go home." I nodded and took one last small sip of my margarita before getting up from the chair and walking home with George.

I stumbled through the door as the alcohol finally started to take effects. "You should go to bed, Dream." I probably should, I stumbled around knocking into the chairs while walking around trying to get to the stairs. When I finally made it there George was right behind me to help me up. It took me about 20 minutes to get up the flight of stairs and into the bedroom even with George's help.