sweet dreams// dreamnotfound

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵

"Clay? What are you doing?"

It was three in the morning, and George had woken up to find the other side of his bed empty. He climbed out of bed in search of his soulmate, and found him standing in the middle of the kitchen. Still in his pajamas, hair messed up, and listening to music softly, he was stirring together something.

Clay jumped a bit at the sound of George's voice, but grinned as he said, "Oh, sorry for waking you, I felt the need to bake, I guess."

George hummed in response as he walked over to Clay, leaning over the counter to see what he was making.

"I'm making muffins," Clay said as George stuck his finger in the batter. After licking it off and smacking his lips dramatically, George said, "It tastes good."

"I'm glad," Clay said as he wrapped his arms around George, smiling into his shoulder.

George helped the blond fill up the tins and stick the muffins in the oven, then they waited together as they baked. Well- if waiting was another word for 'making out on the couch' that is.

Eventually Clay pulled the perfectly baked muffins out of the oven, then placed the still warm baked goods into a basket.

"What's the basket for?" George inquired as he watched from the other side of the counter.

"We're going to watch the sunrise!" Clay answered excitedly.

"Oh, okay!" George said, face lighting up.

The pair left the house without a second thought, getting into Clay's car and putting the music on full blast. It was still pitch black outside, leaving the highway they were on almost completely deserted. Despite George's lack of sleep, he felt an adrenaline rush as he joined Clay in shouting out the lyrics to his favorite songs.

As the beginnings of another song came up, Clay gasped and turned it up even louder somehow.

"THIS IS LIKE, THE GREATEST SONG EVER!" He shouted over the wind and the obnoxiously loud music to George.

George just laughed and nodded in response, and then sat back in his chair as Clay went even faster.

We're fucking in a car, shooting heroin,

Saying controversial things just for the hell of it...

Even though none of the above applied to George at the moment, he understood why Clay liked the song so much. It felt freeing and raw- George felt weightless.

They pulled into a small parking lot, and then Clay led George out to a clearing that ended in a cliff overlooking the ocean. The first rays of light were just starting to peek through on the edge.

"Race you!" Clay shouted suddenly, laughing as he took off. George stood there for a moment processing what was going on, before grinning and sprinting off to catch up.

With a combination of his large head start and his ridiculously long legs, it was no surprise that Clay won.

When George finally got to the finish line (he had given up when he saw that it was a lost cause and chose to stubbornly walk the rest of the way) Clay let out a victory whoop and sat down in the soft grass, beckoning George to join him.

"So Georgie, what's the prize?" Clay asked, smirking, as George settled.

"Prize? What do you want it to be?" George asked back, which made Clay's smirk grow even wider than it already was.

The blond hummed in contemplation for a moment, then moved to pull George into his lap. George let out a small gasp of surprise as he was placed down in between Clay's legs, facing the taller boy.

Clay leaned in closer and closer at a tantalizingly slow pace, letting their foreheads touch, letting their breaths intermingle as he stared into George's deep brown eyes.

"Well?" George finally asked.

"Well what?" Clay asked back, raising an eyebrow.

George let out a loud huff in response, and after taking one final breath he leaned in to close the space between the two.

Clay seemed surprised by George's sudden initiative, but he regained his bearings quickly and moved to take control of the kiss. He wrapped his arms around George's neck as George moved his hands up to grab Clay's hair. He opened his mouth, a silent invitation for Clay to deepen the kiss. George let out a small gasp of contentment and surprise as the blond began to explore his mouth.

When they finally pulled away for air, George realized that the sun was finally rising over the water. As pretty as the sight was, George couldn't help but think that the boy in front of him- out of breath and smiling, hair windblown, lips puffy and red- was much prettier.

George turned so he could rest his head on Clay's chest and settled in to watch. Clay drew shapes along George's arms with his fingers almost subconsciously, and George relaxed into the touch.

"Can you describe it to me?" George asked suddenly.

"The sunrise?"

"Yeah. What does it really look like?"

Clay hummed a bit before responding. "Well, the colors are very vibrant and they blend together perfectly. The night sky is the color of calm, and it blends into warm oranges and yellows, and even some pink. Those ones remind me that the sunrise brings a new day, and they feel... happy, almost."

George just smiles and encourages Clay to continue.

"Then there's the sun. The sun is at the center of everything, everything revolves around it. Without the sun, there wouldn't be any pretty colors in the sky. There wouldn't be a new day to look forward to."

"I think you're my sun, Clay. You made my life colorful." George said quietly after a moment.

Clay lets out a small laugh, then guides George's head so that they're looking at one another. George leans in to give him a quick, sweet kiss and then looks back at Clay expectantly. The smile on his face is... mesmerizing. George can't think of another word to describe it, it's like the bright center of George's sun.

"George..." Clay starts as he brings a hand up to George's cheek, "I want to call you mine."

George doesn't know what to say, so he resolves on nodding and leaning in to kiss Clay again

When they finally pulled away, George asked, "So what does that mean?"

"I want us to be official. I want to wake up with you every day and then fall asleep with you every night. I want to show you off to the world, as my soulmate. My boyfriend." Clay said, looking into George's eyes with warmth and sincerity the entire time.

"I'm yours then." George said, laughing a little as he smiled.

"You're mine." Clay responded happily, pulling them both down to lay in the grass, staring up at the gradually lightening sky. George rested his head on his soulmate's chest, and felt contentment wash over his entire body. He couldn't help but close his eyes and drift away, listening to the waves and the sounds of Clay's soft breathing. 

And I'd love it if we made it

Yes, I'd love it if we made it... 

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shoutout to dream listening to this song over and over, it really is a banger tho i don't blame him

sorry for not updating, i felt really stuck for a while. i hope you like this! 

word count- 1174 (sorry for the shorter chapter)