Church boy

Part 18

The next few days fly past in a blur. George starts to become more confident in himself, having finally built up the courage to one, hold my hand, and two, hug me in public without ghosting me for the next week. It was honestly amazing, and Sapnap made sure to buy a cake with a rainbow printed on it just for the fun of the whole situation.

George was sick on Sunday, so I couldn't see the boy then but he made sure to make it up to me by asking to skip school the next day.

"We can go get food together or something." George begs, his hands wrapped together in a sort of prayer. "Are you asking me on a date?" I ask, jokingly. George's cheeks flush and he looks away. "No."

He was.

"Of course we can skip." I scoff. I never need a reason to leave this shitty church, any excuse is a good enough excuse for me. George's eyes light up. "Really?" He asks. "Yes." I laugh, and then I'm grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the church doors. "We better hurry though." George grins, jogging slightly to keep up with me.

We ended up at McDonalds, with George flicking his fries at me. I glare at him, a fry hitting my nose. He chuckles and starts preparing his next fry to be flicked.

"George, don't you dare." I duck down in an attempt to dodge it, only to have him miss the flick and still have it hit my face. "I didn't even mean to do that!" He laughs, grabbing the now empty fry box.

I picked up the fry and launched it back at him, only to have it miss and hit the little girl sitting behind him. I instantly turn away, eyes focusing on the empty burger wrapper in front of me. "Hey, George." I call, slightly whispering.

"Are you ready to go?" He doesn't answer, instead he stands up and grabs his half empty cup. I stand with him, leaving everything on the table. I flick one of the wrappers further onto the table, and then we leave. Our mess of a table being left for whoever is dumb enough to sit there.

"Where do you want to go?" George asks, sipping at his drink. I grab his hand and pull the cup to my lips, also taking a sip. I let go, only to have George stay in the position before pulling away, embarrassed.

"Let's just walk." I suggest, and George hums with the straw in his mouth again. The streets are fairly empty, considering it's probably around midday now but I don't complain. It means there's less people to judge us and make George uncomfortable.

The last thing I want is for him to be uncomfortable walking around the street. It's not nice, I'd know.

We pass a slightly overfilling trash can and George drops his now empty cup into the pile before he jogs forward and grabs my hand. I smile and George squeezes my hand three times. I copy.

We're walking for around 30 minutes with no destination in mind. George starts complaining, legs practically dragging behind him as I pull him forward. "Dream." He complains. "It's so far." I roll my eyes and start pulling him towards the closest place I can remember. The playground.

It's boring and it's probably going to be full of a bunch of kids but whatever. George and I will cope. I just need him to stop complaining about his legs.

"The playground? Clay, I can barely walk." I roll my eyes and ignore his use of my name. "We're not gonna be playing in it, dumbass." He squeezes my hand tightly, probably from anxiety and I pull him over to the small climbing frame we sat in before.

The playground was empty, having only two lady's with their daughter and son. They were talking while pushing their kids on the swings, I silently thanked the kids for keeping their attention off of us.

"We won't fit." George scoffs, peeking over the small ladder. "We fit before." I push his ass and force him to go tumbling into the small space. "Ow, asshole!" I wheezed and pulled myself up, squeezing myself into the small space next to George.

He pushes my hip, shuffles around and then pushes my knee. "How did we fit before?" He asks. I wheeze, my body being pushed and pulled by the brunette. "I don't know! It was dark and I was half drunk!" He settled beside, taking up most of the secluded space.

"You're a dick." I grumble, his knee digging into my ass. "George, put your legs straight!" He laughs, tucking his crossed legs closer to his body. "I can't, your legs are in the way!" I shift, pulling my legs under my ass. I swear to you, it was like a fucking game of twister in here.

George stretched his legs out and pulled my legs out from under my ass. I move my body to face the same way George is and sit down, stretching my legs out to give George as much space as possible, because I'm kind. Cough cough.

I turn to look over my shoulder at George, slightly out of breath and panting. George grins and I laugh when I notice a small eyelash stuck on his cheek, beneath his eye.

"You have an eyelash on your cheek." I point out, and George's hand instantly flies up to his right cheek, hand practically scratching at the skin. "No, it's on your left." He moves his hand to his left cheek and does the same. "You aren't getting it." A laugh starts bubbling out of my throat, aggravating the boy beside me.

"Well, I can't see it!" George huffs, pinching his cheek in an attempt to grab the eyelash. He missed it and I rolled my eyes, pulling his hand away.

"Let me get it." He glares at me jokingly and I grin back. I cup his cheek, using the pad of my thumb to brush away the dark hair. George watches me, his mouth slightly agape with his breath brushing against my nose in the small space.

I frown in confusion, my mouth opening to ask, "Are you okay?" George doesn't listen, instead he pushes forward and forces our lips together, muffling my next question between our lips. I hum, eyes fluttering shut.

It's aggressive, and full of nothing but passion. He bites down on my bottom lip, slightly shocking me, before licking into it and letting his tongue explore my mouth. He climbs into my lap, his thighs either side of my torso. My hands grip at his waist, digging my short nails into the flush skin as if they were designed to do so. His hands grab my shoulders, his fingers stretching over my shoulders and touching my back. He deepens the kiss, his head turning slightly.

My head hits the wooden wall behind us and then he grinds down, lips pulling away from mine to let him pant against my spit covered lips. I stop him, my hands pausing his waist and leaving them mid-grind. His eyes meet mine and even though he's silent, I can still tell he's asking why.

I'm silent. I wrap my arms around his back and pull him into my chest, my eyes squeezing shut as I deeply inhale. George wraps his arms under my armpits and holds my back, his head tilted on my shoulder to look at my neck. We hug, no words exchanged between us. There don't need to be any words either, because right now, it's just me, and George.

It's just us, and nothing is going to change that.

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