ship; gream
warnings; fluff
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"Come on Clay!" George squealed as he grabbed Clay's mitten cladded hand, dragging him down the hill. Clay laughed nervously as he followed behind, skates in his other hand. The snow was deep and he almost tripped over the fluffy white flakes at how hard George tugged on him.
It was late at night, but the light from George's cabin and porch shone down on the frozen over lake, illuminating the freshly shoveled ice that was once home to fishes and other creatures during the summer.
"Don't make fun of me, okay?" Clay asked as the two sat down on the ice. George giggled as he helped Clay lace up his ice skates, looking up at him through his eyelashes that had collected a few glistening snowflakes.
"I get to laugh though, right?" George asked as he tightened the laces before helping the boy stand up. The brunet sat down as well to slip off his winter boots and heave on his ice skates.
"No! No laughing or jokes of any kind!" Clay said as he stood awkwardly on the ice, remaining very still in an attempt not to fall. George bit his lip to hold back his giggles as he spared a glance every few seconds at Clay who nervously wobbled. After what seemed to be hours, George stood up on the ice as well, grabbing ahold of Clay's hands.
"Just hold on, and make sure your legs stay put." George said as he began to skate backwards on the slightly bumpy lake.
Clay smiled as he stared at his feet. Although George was the only reason he was slowly gliding across the ice, it was still interesting to see himself moving across the ice. The blond looked up at George who was staring at their feet as well. And as if the boy knew he was looking, he gave Clay's hands a reassuring squeeze.
"Who taught you to ice skate?" Clay asked as he looked back up at George, who had let go of the dirty blond. "Hey! Come back!" Clay said as he reached out for George, who was only a few feet away. He teetered back in forth as he held his arms out for the boy he adored, hoping he'd come back for him.
"My mom taught me. I played hockey when I was little, but slowly my liking for hockey disappeared and I was more interested in competitive figure skating." George said as he held out his arms for Clay to skate into. Nervously, Clay slowly pushed forward and glided safely into George's arms.
"What can't you do?" Clay asked as he smiled down at the boy, grabbing George's hands once more. George smiled.
"I'll have to get back to you on that." George said as he began to skate backwards once more, pulling Clay along with him.
"George?" Clay asked as the two descended to the middle of the lake.
"Yes?" George answered.
"Can you show me cool tricks?" the blond asked as he shakily stood up straight, letting go of George's hands.
"Sure, anything for you." the brunet mumbled as he brushed his thumb over Clay's cheek before he turned around, pushing off further into the night.
Clay could see his breath in the air as he watched George skate about on the ice. Every jump and spin fascinated him. The way George effortlessly moved and looked mesmerizing while doing it was intoxicating. He could only imagine how George would look in a rink with the lights dimmed, dressed in a skin tight uniform.
This sight was just as good though, if not better.
George had almost completely forgotten that Clay was watching him as he glided across the ice. If he had to preform in front of anyone though, it'd be the boy he was with.
When George finally realized he had left Clay to watch him skate, he laughed to himself as he returned to in front of the boy. Clay stood in place. Now, he didn't wobble as much. His face had a toothy grin plastered on it and he looked like a love-sick fool.
"That was really impressive." Clay murmured as he grabbed George's hands.
"Thanks." George said as his cheeks flushed, although he was sure Clay couldn't tell as his cheeks were already scarlet from the weather. The two were dangerously close. Clay studied George's face for a second before speaking up.
"What's stopping you from coming closer?" he asked as he smiled. He asked it in a teasing manner, almost as if he wanted to taunt George.
"What do you mean?" George asked back nervously. His stomach swirled and he felt like butterflies were going to flutter out of him.
"Don't play dumb." Clay said as he let go of George's hands. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, pulling him closer. Although he almost toppled during the process, their chests were now touching and Clay was so close to kissing the other boy. Clay could hear George's breath hitch as he slowly leaned in, connecting their lips.
Clay's lips were cold and gave off a bittersweet sensation. The pine scent from the decked-out Christmas tree inside clung to Clay's sweater despite the fact they were outside. George's soul opened up to the other boy. Words couldn't describe how ecstatic it felt to finally be this close to Clay. How sensual it was, the peace it finally brought George was overwhelming. A fire went off inside the brunet's body and suddenly he couldn't feel the cold, but maybe that was because of how close Clay held him.
George felt like the two were going to freeze in place as if they were in a movie, but it was far from that. George was still able to snake his hands up to cup Clay's face, deepening the kiss. Clay pulled away for a mere second to catch his breath. However, he couldn't completely separate himself from George, and for that reason he placed sweet, soft kisses on the corner of George's mouth. The brunet giggled at the small kisses that held so much tenderness.
"Clay." George said as he pulled away, a smile still tugging at his lips. He placed his hands on the taller boy's chest, as he looked up at him through his eyelashes.
"Hmm?" Clay hummed. "did I do something wrong?" he asked nervously, grip tightening on George's waist.
"No, no that was amazing. Perfect, even. Let's just go inside, okay?" George asked asked as he took hold of Clay's hands, letting them drop to their sides.
"Oh, okay. I was having fun out here though." Clay whined as George helped get him back to land. George smiled to himself at the pouty tone in Clay's voice.
"We can have fun inside." George murmured as he sat down on the ice to untie Clay's skates, looking up at him nervously. Clay's cheeks grew hot and the warmth made his face tingle—in a good way though, of course.
"O-oh, okay," Clay stuttered out. A smile creeped up onto his face as George unlaced his skates. Clay could feel his stomach tie in a knot as he thought of what was to come in the next few hours. "we should go skating more often." Clay said as he held bent down to replace his ice skates with winter boots. George mimicked him, replacing his skates with boots as well. Carefully, Clay helped George off the ice and towards the cabin through the deep snow that had just begun to beat down on them, getting caught in their eyelashes and the grooves of their sweaters.
"Sure," George said as Clay held the door open for him once they arrived back to the cabin. "together we go."
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recycled oneshot from my other account, -younme :)
