Comfort (Dream X GeorgeNotFound)

Road Trip

Clay had been laying on the couch for over an hour at this point. He'd attempted to fall asleep several times, to no avail. Even now, as he lay awake, his mind was occupied with the events of their double date.

George had been the most vulnerable he'd ever seen him in that alley. That naked, sincere gaze he looked up at Clay with awoke something in him. The desire to... have him. Not in a purely sexual way, but to protect, cherish and take care of him.

He was about to deem his efforts fruitless and stand up when he heard the bedroom door open and feet shuffling against hardwood, then tile. George stood in the doorway, looking exhausted. It seemed he hadn't been able to rest, either.

"Hey." His voice was rough from unuse. "Can't sleep either?"

Clay absentmindedly shook his head at the question. "Wanna do something?"

George walked over to sit down next to him, pulling his legs up onto the cushions. Clay loved how he looked, all curled up and cozy.

George watched him with a contemplating look in his eyes. "Like what?"

"I dunno... What usually helps you fall asleep?"

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-POV CHANGE-

George could think of a few things to answer the question with, but there was only one activity that he deemed appropriate enough to be done with a friend in that list.

He sprawled out onto the couch in his usual pose, letting out a yawn. "Well, I fall asleep like that-" He snapped his fingers to emphasize the point. "On road trips or when I'm out of town and stuff."

"That's it?..." Clay raised his eyebrow. "We could try that, I guess."

George watched as Clay stood up and grabbed a few things - his shoes, a jacket, the apartment keys... He couldn't help but think of how he looked under that shirt. It wasn't left up to fantasy anymore, after all - he'd seen the whole thing with his own eyes.

Clay put on his shoes, turning around. George was still sitting on the couch, too caught up in his imagination to have even started getting ready.

"You coming like that?" Clay gestured at George's bare feet and pajamas that just consisted of sweatpants and a baggy tee. "I mean, I don't mind."

George smiled to himself. He got up as well, heading into his bedroom to get dressed. He took off his clothes, looking around for outfits that Clay would've liked. It was weird, but he wanted to look good since it was gonna be the two of them.

Just the two of them.

He wasn't sure why that was such a big deal - they were alone all the time in the apartment. But the concept of them going away someplace, together, made his heart flutter.

He'd had all sorts of vacations with his parents - road trips, beach days, weekend getaways. His parents had even taken him out of the country with them on a few occasions. As a kid, he used to be over the moon whenever his mom announced they were going out of town for a holiday, but the excitement started to dwindle as he grew up and dread settled in the empty cavities.

He had nothing to complain about - his parents had nothing major wrong with them. They had their ups and downs like all people, but George couldn't help but always feel... neglected, emotionally. Even now, he felt the parental love he should have gotten missing. Maybe that's why he craved acceptance and nurturing from others so much, to fill the void. God, daddy and mommy issues. Could he get any more pathetic?