A New Beginning

Chapter Thirty: Coincident

GEORGE POV

TIME CHECK: 7:45 PM

George starts to stir awake due to Nick lousy sleeping habits. George keeps feeling Nick's hands hitting his face every few minutes. The only thing that is keeping George asleep is Clay's warm touch. However, Nick's hand suddenly slap George's butt, which instantly rouses the sleeping boy awake. He looks over to his shoulder, seeing how Nick just placed his hand on his butt. George decided to take a picture. He reaches for his phone and takes a quick snap. He then looks up to see Clay in deep slumber. George then feels Clay's arm pulling George even closer, making George feel flutters in his stomach. George loves that feeling of security. 

I'm getting so used to this. George glances at the time on his phone. Should I make dinner for them? Well, the least I could do is make food for them. George struggles his way out. He slowly lifts Nick's hand, heads off of him, and uses a pillow to support the head. As for Clay, he snuggles towards him for a little before lifting Clay's arm off him. He finally got up.

What should I cook for them? Hmm... I should make burgers. I need ingredients. George goes to the kitchen and looks around. He found some of the ingredients that are required. The ingredients missing include the chicken patty, tomatoes, lettuce and olive oil. I have to go and buy... I can't go alone, though. Should I wake Clay up... I should. If not, he will be mad again. He walks to the living room, where the two men are sleeping. He kneels beside where Clay is and shake him a little to no avail. He did it again, this time with slightly more force. Still not waking up. He decides to go up to Clay's ear.

"Clay, Dream, Dreamie, Dweamie, baby, ba-" Before he could say the last word, Clay opens his eyes and stares at George.

"Yes, baby?" A deep voice leans close against George's ear that makes him hypersensitive suddenly. George's face is warm. He knows he is blushing from the sudden nickname. Luckily, the sun already set, and the lights were off.

"O-oh, I w-wanted to make dinner, but I don't have the ingredients. I wanted to see if you can d-drive me to a grocery store or something..." George said in a soft and stuttering manner.

Gosh, why is his voice so seductive. George is just lying on Clay's shoulder right now. His ears directly at Clay's mouth.

"Of course, Georgie, I wouldn't say no to you." 

He's so close to my ears. It's starting to get to me.

"O-okay, let's go now." George quickly jumps off and go put on shorts while Clay smirks and slowly get up from the couch. George sees Clay go to the toilet and freshen himself up. He soothes his fast heart rate by looking outside the window.

"Let's go, Georgie." Clay suddenly come out from nowhere and holds George's hand.

"O-okay," George said while getting pulled to the car. He always knew that Clay's hands are huge. They can engulf his small hands so easily. The warmth transmitted from Clay's hand to George's hand make him crave for more. He slowly closes his hand, holding Clay back. They reach the car and step inside. George is a little upset that he has to let go of his hand. They both buckle up before Clay asked.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Umm, I'm not really sure as well. Maybe the closest grocery store?"