Dreamnotfound Oneshots

Pretty boy (3)

TWs: none

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Clay POV:

It's been 2 months now since George and I met and a little over a month of me figuring out I have a crush on George.

Woo shocker.

I'm going to do it thought, I'm going to ask him to be my boyfriend!. ...Just not right now.

George and I are currently chilling in my room playing Minecraft. We discovered we both enjoy the game after a couple of days of meeting each other. We've been pretty much inseparable since day one, Nick already telling us countless of times that we're 'annoying' and 'clingy to one another' but we couldn't care less.

"George where are you? I've got a present for you~" I sing, jumping around in Minecraft. "I'm just getting more materials, I'll be back in a second" He says. I watch his laptop, trying to figure out where he is, but I can't so I just sit and wait for him patiently. A couple minutes later, Georges cute Minecraft skin appears from the woods opposite our half-built house. I giggle and run up to him, giving him a small punch "Hey!" He yelps "I'm on one heart!".

"No you're not idiot, I can literally see your screen!" I reach to him a weakly punch his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah whatever. Give me my present!" He demands, hitting my character multiple times. "Ay stop it or no present!" I threaten him. He stops and crouches in front of me. My face softens and I almost want to squeal at how cute he is, but I keep it in. For obvious reasons.

I pull out the rose I got for George and quickly throw it at him. I blush in real life, making sure George can't see me. "Aw Clay thats adorable" George teases. "Shut up" I groan. "Stupid simp" He mumbles. I gasp and turn around, facing George "Oh god, I didnt mean it-" I cut him off, tackling him to the ground. I have both of my hands on each side of his head, whilst his legs are trapped in between mine. Hovering over him, I realise the awkward position we're in so to make it less uh- uncomfortable I use one of my hands and bring it to his sides, beginning to instantly tickle him. George screams and squirms under me "Clay- CLAY! I cant b-breathe. STOP!" He yelps, I chuckle "you asked for this Georgie!" I shout over him. "Clay" He says in-between struggled laughs "please s-stop" He shouts, pushing hardly against my chest. I roll off to the side of him breathlessly, acting like I was the one who was just attacked. 

"What the fuck" George starts, catching his breath "Is wrong with you" He finishes. I wheeze and turn my head to look at him, noticing he's already staring at me. A faint yet obvious pink blush appears on his cheeks, but thats just from me tickling him, right? "You called me a 'stupid simp' what else was I meant to do?" I ask, my tone going soft with every word. "It's true though!" He exclaims, trying to explain himself. I shake my head laughing, turning to look back up to the ceiling. I watch in the corner of my eye, seeing George do the same. He breaks the silence after some while. 

"Is it true?" He quietly asks, his voice small. My head turns to him once again, as did his. We look at each other for some time. George shuffles a tad closer to me, me doing the same, wanting this small gap between us gone. "I uh- I mean" I stutter, not knowing what to say. His gaze drops down to my lips for a second, before swiftly shooting back up to my eyes. "George?" I whisper. He hums in response, obviously not trusting his own voice. "Can I - can I please kiss you?" I ask. George nods.

Our lips meet. It's obvious we both don't have much experience with kissing, but I don't care. All I know is at this moment in time, everything is perfect. I take caution with the kiss, not wanting George to feel uncomfortable in any way. My lips dance against his, warmth spreading through my entire body, his lips part and I carefully let my tongue graze his bottom lip. George shakily exhales through his mouth, allowing me to deepen the kiss. Finally. Finally. Finally. This feels so surreal, finally being able to kiss George nothing could go wrong-

Until it did.

George pulls away fast, sitting up into a seating position. He runs his hands through his silky, brown hair. Panic travels through me as I sit up, reaching to grab Georges hand. However, only for him to pull away. "G-George?" I ask, my words quivering. He doesn't give me a response, instead he buries his face into his knees, his body shaking. Is he crying? "George, I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I promise thats the last thing I would ever want to do-" he cuts off my mumbling "Clay- please shut up for second" He says, wiping his tears. 

I feel myself begin to tear up. I can't believe how stupid I am, why would I kiss him? I'm such an idiot oh my god. "I should- I should probably leave" George deadpans, picking up his random items around my room. "George, please tell me what I did?" I question, staying my distance from him, keeping my tears in. "Clay" He says, turning to look at me, reaching his hand out to cup my cheek "Wait for me okay? I have to sort some thing out" He offers a weak smile, guilt written all over it. Wait for him? Is he already in a relationship? Is he doubting his sexuality? His vague responses leave me even more confused than before. 

While I was lost in thought, I feel George's lips push against mine. I savour the feeling, not knowing when I'll be able to feel it next. "I promise it's not you, I just have to do something first" He says, bringing me into a tight, comforting hug. I lean into him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, reaching into his hair. 

"I'll wait George" I state, pulling back to look at him "I'll wait for you" I finalise. He looks up at me and nods, his eyes showing nothing but remorse. I ignore it though and kiss his forehead, my lips lingering there for a while longer. "Thank you" George says painfully, picking his backpack up and walking out the room. 

I'll wait for you George.

I am so sorry my dudes but it is 2am for me and I gotta be up early tomorrow!! part 4 will come though, don't worry friends