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(didn't edit or goover whatsoever so it's expected to be crappy sowwis😪)
very short, no triggers
enjoy bb💗💞💝

clay simply laying in his bed, waiting for sleep to suffocate him. but he couldn't get george off his mind for some reason. the brunette would be staying at his house for two weeks because, why not? they felt like they wanted to meet and and so they did.

clay smiled remembering his face when they met.

the way george looked around, scanning multiple faces at the airport but only wanted one. clay remembered his chocolatly eyes gliding up in down at him, how it made him shiver. that gaze. gorgeous.

his half-lidded eyes made clay want to melt into a puddle, but his face when he knew who clay was. his eyes lighting up like lanterns and his mouth turning upwards immediately.

clay fangirled right then and there on his bed, feeling giddy and something like pure happiness spreading from his chest.

all of a sudden, in admist of his fangirling, he heard a small, petite knock on his bedroom door.

"clay?" the soft and tired voice of george calling out, to clay. to him.

clay instantly got up and went to the door in a millisecond and opened it quickly. he looked down to the face of george's tired and sleepy one. his messy hair sat on his head all fluffed up, but damn if george didn't look good.

"yeah george? what do you need-"

then george smushed his face into clay's chest, wrapping his short arms around his torso. clay's heart did backflips and stutters when he felt george's soft, small fingers lock at his back.

clay wrapped his arms around george and concerned, asked in a soft voice, "what's wrong george? do you need anything, hm?"

"hugs," came the muffled reply.

"what?" dream laughed softly. not a wheeze, but just a soft chuckle.

"hugs. i want hugs." came from the sleepy george.

"okay then, lovely." dream replied, guiding the tired george to his bed. (THEY'RE NOT GONNA DO ANYTHING GO TO HORNY JAIL)

as they both flopped gently on the bed, dream wrapped his arms around george lovingly. george had his head in the crook of clay's neck and clay had his arms gripping george's waist like he was going to disappear. clay rested his chin on top of george's head and inhaled george's soft lilac scent.

this was fine.

yes, this was fine.

398 words

hi gorg, this one is just a short filler chapt although it's not really a chapter
i may post another one tonight bc this is my second one in a day B) unless i'm lazy
will probably post one or two tommorow so enjot the chapters!! (to my two readers ily💝)
anyway, stay hydrated, healthy, happy✨💗😻

love cho