"Alex!" George's voice tears through the apartment.
"What?" Alex shouts, soon appearing in his door way.
"Have you seen my black hoodie?"
"Well that narrows it down." He snorts smugly.
"Shut up!" George nudges him, making his way down the hall.
"You definitely haven't seen it?"
"Nope..not at all." Alex blushes, racing to his own bedroom.
He grasps the hoodie off his bed (not like he slept in it last night or anything).
Putting it on, he watches as George searches the apartment in frustration-
"I don't know where it is then..could've sworn it was on my chair."
"No clue mate." Alex chuckles, brushing past him patently.
Though he fails to notice this, still sifting through his drawers.
"Where is it?" George huffs, shoving everything back in.
"I wonder where it could be.." Alex remarks, sitting on his bed.
"Help me look!" George whines, opening his wardrobe.
"Mhm I could." He teases, "but I'd rather not."
"Al please, we need to fil-" he swats his head around in realisation, "ALEX!"
Alex finds this hilarious, falling into the pillows with a grin.
"How long were you gonna let me look?" George frowns, wandering over to him.
He shrugs in response.
"Right that's it!" He throws himself on top of Alex before straddling his waist.
"Get off!" Alex groans, desperately trying to loosen his hold.
"No..no I don't think I will."
"GEORGE!"
"That'll teach you to stop stealing my clothes!" He mouths in return.
"But I like them.."
"BUt i LiKE thEm."
George mocks, earning himself an eye roll.
"Just for that..I'm eating the last doughnut." Alex smarts, racing up the stairs.
"Alex I swear to God!" George chases him out of the room, the pair meeting at the cupboard.
"Oh hey." He smiles, "find your hoodie?"
"Shut the f**k up!" George giggles, grabbing the bag and rushing back to his bedroom.
He places it on his desk, prying himself against the door.
Elegance has never been one of his strong points and that was proving itself just now, Alex stubbing his toe having slammed into George's door at force.
"S**t!" He yelps, attempting another method.
"George?"
He doesn't answer, aware that this is some sort of trick.
"GEORGE!" Alex shouts again, knocking louder.
"Alright, have it your way." He smirks, "I'm going to Jim's, see you later!"
And he trails upstairs again.
While George knows this is a complete lie and Alex will merely be playing the PS4, he can't help but anticipate anyway.
They're meant to be filming for his second channel.
Listening for footsteps, he snickers knowing Alex isn't going anywhere.
That's until,
"See you later!" And the door closes.
Of course Alex isn't actually going, he's not that mean.
Sitting outside the flat, he brings up Instagram, deciding to post a story.
"Hi guys." He waves at the camera, "So I've ran away because George took the last doughnut. Everyone go tweet him that he's a knob head."
He's just about to FaceTime Will when George calls him instead.
"Hello?"
"Alex, where are you?" He chuckles, knowing he can't be far.
"I told you, I'm at James'."
"Mhm right, is that why I can hear cars?"
"Ye-um..we're watching a video."
"Ahh makes sense. How come I can see you then?"
"Huh? No you can-" He's cut off by George appearing from behind.
"I..um." Alex laughs, "we-"
He doesn't get to finish, George dragging him back to the flat.
"We're meant to be filming, idiot."
Alex cackles, turning to press the buzzer.
"Here." George smiles, handing him the last doughnut.
"Wait? You actually didn't eat it?"
He shakes his head.
"But I was joking, you literally bought them."
They head inside, stepping into the lift,
"I don't care, I want you to have it." He grins.
"Awh George." He beams at him, "maybe you're not such a knob head."
"Huh?"
"Oh nothing..just uh-don't check my insta..or your Twitter..for a bit." He smirks, finishing the doughnut.
"For f**ks sake!" George chases after him, "Alex what did you do?"
"That's confidential information, I'm afraid.."
"Wait..I can't see your story!"
"Damn."
"Alex, did you block me?"
Seeing the look in his eyes, he deems it best to make a run for it.
Not making it in time, George swerves into his room, jumping on top of him.
"You're such an idiot." Alex giggles, struggling under his grip.
Leaning closer, George grins, draping over him, "Hmm am I? Because I'm not the one stuck in this position."
Alex doesn't speak for a moment, contemplating saying something that maybe he shouldn't.
But seeing the smile lacing George's features, holding him in such a way, he decides he may as well have a little fun..
"Who says I don't want to be?" He remarks wearily.
"Funny." George comments, flipping him over.
"I'm being serious." Alex states, this time much more confidently.
"Wh-what?" George stumbles, suddenly very red.
"You heard." He laughs,
"Al are yo-"
"Maybe I've wanted this for ages."
His subconscious begins scolding him,
'What on earth are you doing?'
"Al-"
"Maybe this isn't something I entirely oppose.."
'Well you've started now'
"I'm so c-"
"Maybe I never said anything because I was terrified of how you'd react."
George doesn't attempt to speak this time, heart beating out of his chest.
'Surely this isn't happening.'
"Maybe this would be a good time to let you kno-"
Suddenly it's him who's cut off, a blush evident on his cheeks, watching in awe as George's hands make their way under his hoodie.
"That true?" He breathes, desperately needing confirmation.
Alex nods at this.
"Well in that case.." George starts, "Wonder what would happen if I felt the same way.."
"I-"
He smirks, lunging forward and teasing the boy beneath him.
Alex is a flustered mess at this point, George's face is so close, breath hot on his skin.
It all feels so surreal, he's unsure of how they even got in this position.
Sure he's imagined scenarios like this multiple times but they'd always ended in George telling him he didn't feel the same, acting disgusted and walking out.
Alex is very much praying that doesn't happen.
Sifting his hair out of his eyes, George begins tracing lines up and down Alex's chest.
"I wonder too.." he finally answers.
George takes his time, admiring every single feature of Alex's face. Absorbing all the little details, every aspect of this boy, the one he's had feelings for..for so long.
Alex however grows impatient, unable to resist the temptation that is the man running his hands down his frame.
It's a touch he's craved for so long and it was actually happening.
"George." He whimpers.
His heart flutters at this, Alex's voice so weak and full of desire for himself.
"Y-yeah?"
"Kiss me..please."
"Needy much?" He jokes, leaning in all the same.
Alex felt renewed.
All that waiting had finally paid off.
The intense feeling that grew in his stomach as George cupped his face in his hands alongside the collision of skin as he brought him closer to his chest, were only two of the contributions that made the moment all the more enticing.
Alex bites down on his lower lip, seeking entrance.
Once granted he let's the feeling linger a while, exploring as much as he possibly can.
Yes, he has kissed multiple people before, multiple guys and multiple girls but nothing could compare to this..to George.
The person he's longed for since the day they met, sprawled out on top of him, caressing his skin so delicately.
If Alex didn't know any better he'd say George has been wanting this for just as long.
Gazing at each other momentarily, sheer affection loiters around the room.
Both are so deeply entranced, the
lust and emotion in their eyes so evidently entailing that.
The pair aren't planning on moving anytime soon, more than content in each others embrace.
Alex is just starting to drift off, reaching his hand out and connecting his and George's under the duvet.
He smiles at this, wrapping his arms around the languid boy.
"I love you." He mumbles incoherently.
"I love you too." George responds, bringing him even closer.
Just then there's a knock at the door, they'd completely forgotten Will and James were coming over.
Retreating from the bed, George smiles, eyeing Alex up and down.
"You can keep that.." he points to the hoodie.
Alex blushes, "are you sure?"
He nods,
"You've always looked cute in my clothes."
